Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2007 12:56:18 +1000 (EST)
From: maria berlesconi <topendmaria@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: mother learns the facts

This is another of my stories about lesbian sex.

It's a continuation of the story SHORT SHORTS.
It's written my MARIA and my e-mail address should you
wish to correspond with me is topendmaria@yahoo.com.au.
Of course, I hope you enjoy it.

Well, I've done it, I've confirmed my mother's worst
fears, I've told her that I am a lesbian. Only a little
while ago she had a message telling her that I'd written
a story and had it published it on Nifty. The silliest
thing I did was to include her name in the story as
though she was one of my submissive partners. This,
although I'd never had intercourse with another woman.
Mind you, knowing full well that she is a lesbian didn't
assist me in any way because it was supposed to be a
secret that only she, her girlfriend Madeline and a
couple of other women know.

She'd challenged me about it and I'd denied my lesbianism
passing it off as just a story but she was adamant that I
must have discovered about lesbian love from somewhere
and she could only presume that I'd learned it first
hand. The consequences of this discovery was that I'd
gone off in a "huff" to the local shopping centre and
there I'd met this older girl, only 25, and we'd hit it
off straight away. Being an imaginative girl it hadn't
been too much of a stretch to imagine myself with Liz as
a sexual partner and consequently I've already written
two chapters about us. Unfortunately for me it's all been
my imagination and although we are now friends it's not
progressed beyond that. As far as I can see though, she
really likes me and I almost adore her and the
consequences of my adoration are that I want to sleep
with her, and of course, the culmination of this is that
I want to have sex with her.

This morning on my way to school I told my mother I want
to speak with her this evening in private. Oh she said,
that sounds dramatic and without waiting for her to say
more I left the house. But I had to come back sometime
didn't I? Now here we are face to face with me feeling so
damned scared about explaining my problem. Obviously she
could tell by the look on my face that something dramatic
was going to happen. We were in private, the kids had
gone out to play but in all probability I hadn't chosen a
good time for what I had to say. Taking her hand I'd led
her to the settee and sat her down. I reminded her of our
recent conversation where she'd accused me of being a
lesbian and now here I was ready to admit to what I
wouldn't admit before. With the biggest lump in my throat
you could imagine I started to say, "I'm so sorry mum but
I admit that I lied to you before, I am a lesbian". Her
hand flew to her throat as if she was choking but all she
said was "so Amanda was right after all". Amanda is a
very nice American lady with whom I now know we've both
formed a friendship. I've been mailing Amanda for a
little while after she read a story of mine and having
read other stories on the site she'd put two and two
together and made four. She'd realised that the Erica in
my stories was my mother. It wasn't she that had told my
mother I'm a lesbian. That information had come by a
circuitous route that it would be too difficult to
explain now.

I asked her, "Did you hear what I said"?  She sat silent
for a few minutes until she put her arms around me and
said "this has been troubling you for quite a while
hasn't it"? Strange to say but at that moment neither of
us were crying but then a shudder went through her and
before I realised it we were both sobbing our little
hearts out. I thought it was my part to ask her what she
wanted to do about it but now she had control over
herself she asked me if there was a woman or girl
involved and being a smart teenager I said, "of course,
she's a teacher at my school". Oh my goodness, does she
know about your feelings for her?  I'd assumed since I'd
met Liz that she had similar feeling as I did so I told
my mother that I was going to find out this evening.
After dinner I showered and dressed in my best. A nice
grey skirt that fitted nice and tight, a fairly low cut
blouse, stockings and high heels. The blouse was a sheer
one so the lace of my bra showed through and the skirt
was such that it showed lots of leg.  After we'd cleared
the kitchen table I told her to get her car keys and take
me for a ride. She wanted to know where we were going but
I wouldn't tell her until we pulled into the driveway of
Liz' flat. I'd already warned her that I was bringing
Erica over to meet her so in readiness she'd dressed
nicely too. "Erica" I said, "this is my friend Liz, Liz
this is my mother Erica". Frankly I was surprised at the
warm greetings Erica gave Liz and Liz, although a
competent teacher used to handling large groups of girls,
looked terrified. Erica told Liz she was so pleased to
meet her and asked her all the usual questions about the
situation we, that's Liz and I found ourselves in.

I responded on Liz' behalf because I could see that her
lips had frozen and she was totally unable to get a word
out of her mouth. Taking over the discussion from both of
these women I said "I will be sleeping here tonight Erica
and I will be sleeping with Liz which, of course, you
should have guessed by now. Liz is the submissive half of
this partnership aren't you"? With that I took her hand
in mine, and I'm going to be her lover, isn't that so
Liz? Still unable to say anything she just nodded so I
told her to put the kettle on and we'd have a cup of tea
or coffee while we talked". The discussion went along the
lines of  "Well, this is the situation as I see it". How
on earth did I get the gall to tell two older women, one
my mother, the other one my teacher how things would be
from now on? Was it my ego or just plain confidence that
had put me in this position but my mother seemed to have
accepted the situation when she sat beside me and took my
hand and said "I have no idea how you did it, most girls
would probably have run away from home rather than tell
their mother something like that".

Liz came in with the drinks and I told her to put them on
the coffee table in the centre of the room. I arranged
the drinks to suit where we were sitting making sure that
my drink was alongside Liz' so that when I sat beside her
I wouldn't have to reach so far. Holding her hand I said,
"see, that wasn't so bad was it"? But, she was still
shaking so hard that she couldn't lift her cup to her
mouth so I took if from her and kissed her telling her
that the problem was all finished with. After we'd drunk
our tea or coffee Erica said it `s time for home but I
didn't move. She asked me if I was coming and I said,
"not tonight, I'm staying with Liz, lovers need time to
themselves". She'd asked me about nightclothes and I told
her I had them with me, my skin. That comment really set
her back on her heels but she could see, now that we'd
stood and I had my arm around Liz and she was snuggled
into my arms, that I'd made up my mind and this is how it
would be if I determined that it would be this way.

Shrugging her shoulders in what seemed like a sign of
defeat Erica opened the door and left but Liz called out
to her to wait. I didn't hear what their conversation was
about but Liz came back in seconds. I asked what she'd
said but I was told to mind my own business. Now that the
drama was over I started to tremble and had to sit down
on the settee with tears streaming down my face. Showing
her concern, Liz put her hands out to pull me to my feet
and her arms around me kissing me on the cheek she said
"I'm going to look after you tonight". I followed her to
the bedroom and stood still in shock as she unfastened my
blouse, then my skirt and when I stood there dressed in
my underwear she undressed herself but this time she
removed everything. Oh, she looked so wonderful but I
think I was incapable of enjoying her naked state because
of my state of shock. Pushing me backwards onto the bed
she followed me kneeling by my side and leaning forward
close to my face she said "you'll never regret doing that
for me". Her first kiss, the first real one I've had from
her was gentle and then a little more insistent but
whilst it had a little more force it still didn't relieve
my tension, the tension changed from fear to excitment.
Moving from my lips she moved to my bra covered breast
kissing my nipple and then pulling back away from me and
smiling. "Is that OK? She'd asked and when I said "oh
yes" she did it again before moving down to my crotch and
giving me the very first lesbian kiss on my pussy. I know
I was still wearing my panties but that almost tickling
feeling really stirred me and as she continued running
her lips so slowly along my slit I started to relax even
more. I went to take over from her trying to turn her
over or at least getting in a position where I could kiss
her but she wouldn't let me telling me that I was in no
condition to please her this evening, I could wait until
I'd let her relax me and then she was all mine.

"In my condition" made it sound as though I was pregnant
but my darling continued with her kisses and strokes on
my skin and then in the very first real sexual move of
the evening she took my panties off leaning forward to
closely examine my pussy and the short hair, or what
remained of my short hair, before sucking it into her
mouth. As she sucked it lifted the skin around my pussy
close to her mouth and for a minute I thought I was going
to get the first bare pussy kiss. She's obviously not a
lesbian virgin, she knows too much and as her mouth
wandered around my pussy and her fingers prised me open I
let her have it, my `cum" I mean, the very first time
I've filled a girls mouth with it. "Oh yummy" she said
"you taste divine" and with that her fingers entered me
again and I gave her another mouth full.

"You're not supposed to do that", I said but she replied
with "this is just for now, later I'm yours to torment
for as long as you like". I think it was after my third
orgasm I felt completely exhausted but oh so relaxed.
Sleep she'd said and I fell asleep in her arms, so much
for being the dominant partner but when I woke shortly
before midnight she was sat at the side of me reading a
book with earphones on her ears listening to late night
music. When she noticed that I was awake she put the book
down and took the earphones off and sliding down beside
me she said, "Now, show me who's my boss and fuck me".
Without any inspirational touching from her I could feel
things happening in my pussy that could only have been
caused by the physical sight of her naked body but my
mouth tasted as though I'd swallowed plaster of Paris and
frankly I had to clean my teeth. She followed me out to
the bathroom and as I cleaned my teeth with paste and my
finger she kept insisting on kissing me. God knows how
much toothpaste we swallowed between us but when I'd
finished she sprinted back to the bed and took a flying
leap to land on her side. Lay there naked with her hair
fanned out across the pillow she looked so desirable and
crooking her finger she called me to her. I slunk across
the room not absolutely sure what I had to do but my
darling pulled me down to her face and kissed me with her
mouth issuing an invitation for me to do the same except
that I my case my tongue came out without any
instructions from me.

Being my very first lesbian "summit", (is that too posh a
word here?) I was quite nervous but with her guidance I
soon felt relaxed especially as she opened her mouth for
me in what I took to be total submission. Imagine it, a
seventeen-year old virgin lesbian with her twenty five
year old experienced lesbian teacher. I was so enthralled
to have her reaching for me pulling me tightly against
her as I kissed her letting my tongue wander around her
delicious mouth before I caressed her tongue with mine.
Even more exciting was feeling her breasts moving against
mine and then I pulled away from her whilst I unfastened
my bra and removed it so our bare breasts could mash
against each others. As I'd pulled away from her to
unfasten and get rid of it she'd said `where are you
going?" but it soon became apparent to her as I lowered
myself and crushed my breasts against hers. I suppose I
could have lowered myself again so as our breasts just
brushed against each other's but I was feeling the
stronger of the two of us and I knew that my part in this
relationship would be, despite my younger age, the
dominant partner. Grinding my breasts against hers and
thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth I started to grind
my pussy against hers applying just as much pressure as I
could and when we broke the kiss to breath she said "oh
fuck, I can't imagine going to school next week and
having you sit where I can see you". "Each time I look up
and see you I'll be imagining us in this position
grinding away at each other for all we're worth." That's
what I think she was going to say but before she could
finish the sentence I'd filled her mouth again with my
tongue and at the same time muttering into her mouth
"don't talk so fucking much".

Speaking back into my mouth she said "sorry my love" and
in what I presumed was a physical apology she thrust her
pussy against mine, did I detect a little squirt right
then? Pushing her body back down to the bed I moved my
mouth from hers and down to her glorious breast sucking
her very prominent nipple deep into my mouth gripping it
tight with my lips before sucking it so hard that it made
her whimper. Feeling little tremors running through her
breast she said, "oh fuck, I'm being fucked by one of my
pupils" and thinking I'd hurt her I asked her if she
wanted me to stop but all she'd said was "stop now bitch
and you'll definitely fail your exams at the end of the
year".
Now, could a girl get a better hint than that?  I put my
lips back to her breast and continued to suck but this
time with not so much vigour preferring to move my tongue
around her nipple. Meanwhile my fingers had made their
way to her pussy and although a novice lover I know my
way around one because of my attention to my own.
Although my fingertips were barely touching her pussy I
could feel her moisture just coating the outer lips and
this caused some excitement in me sufficient for me to
move myself down to her wetness. This would be the very
first time that I'd kissed a woman's pussy but I now had
no fear about how successful I would be, her recent
comments about me stopping had given me renewed vigour
and enthusiasm. Sliding my hands under her bottom I moved
my lips down to where I could detect the aroma of her
juices just picking up some of the fluid on the very tip
of my tongue. That very first taste of her almost had me
in the position where I wanted my fingers inside myself
too and when I took them away from her breast and slid
fingers deep inside both of us at the same time she
gasped as I reached bottom where my knuckles were tight
up against her body.

Masturbating her whilst masturbating myself was thrilling
but lay on my own hand was uncomfortable so I asked her
for a pillow to lift myself off the bed. The motion of my
fingers inside myself and inside her was getting more
rapid all the time and now both of us were gasping for
breath. Although I was enjoying having her in this state
my desired position was with my mouth firmly planted over
her pussy ready to engage with her clit. Eventually, of
course, her pussy gave up its nectar and I choked as I
attempted to cope with the sheer volume of it. If I
thought I loved(?) this woman before I knew that now I'd
swallowed her inner juices I was even more in love, or
lust, I'm not sure which. Giving up that precious juice
to a younger woman may have been a delight for her but in
comparison to what it had done for me that was nothing. I
wasn't about to give up on her right away and sliding my
fingers inside her and as deep as I could I brought up
even more juice as I withdrew my fingers much as an
angler would withdraw his bait. I sucked them clean where
she could see how captivated I was with her flavour. I
rolled away from her and onto my back still with my
fingers in my mouth trying to take the last of her juice
from under my fingernails so desperate was I to get it
all.

I was partially satisfied but only partially, I wanted
more but in fairness I had to let her rest too. Not that
I wasn't satisfied with what I'd just done but as the
dominant partner I wanted her to show me her submissive
side. She went out to the kitchen to bring me water at my
request. It should probably have been an order to let her
know that I believed I'd found my correct position. "Here
you are darling," she said as she handed me the glass, "I
hope it's not too cold for you" just the kind of response
I wanted from her. Putting the glass down on the side
table I pulled her back but on top of me this time and
again as our breasts clashed we bruised them against each
other. Uh, that's a very satisfying feeling for me and as
she moved around to try to tease me I reached down and
grabbed her by the bottom trying to ease my finger in her
backside. Laughingly she tried to swipe my hand away from
her bottom but I grabbed the hand she'd tried to swipe me
with and forcing it down in between us I eased it into
her pussy.

With a couple of wriggles around the bed I ended up with
my shoulders against the bed head and her body in between
my legs facing the ceiling with her head on my chest. She
was a little lower than I wanted her so slipping my hands
under her arms I eased her further up so she was lay with
her head practically on my shoulder, now I could reach
her breasts in comfort. Taking her right hand I guided it
towards her pussy and telling her to put it inside I
started to massage her breasts occasionally teasing her
nipples and with my mouth practically against her ear I
told her disgusting things to do with her hands. She had
one deep in her pussy and the other one searching for her
clit. Taking the hand out of her pussy she lifted the
hood over her clit to expose it and as she stroked it she
called me her little tormenting bitch. It was sheer
delight watching her play with it but when it became
apparent that she could play with it with only one hand I
placed her left hand back on her breast. My left hand was
over hers, both of us squeezing her breast at the same
time and of course her right hand was manipulating her
clit to orgasm. Rather than bring herself off she rolled
over on me and clit to clit she fucked herself silly not
that I was complaining, she'd wet me thoroughly with her
"cum".

Giving herself a few minutes to recover she knelt between
my legs, looked at me with cow eyes and said "oh baby, do
you know how to fuck". To the best of my memory we fell
asleep about that time and didn't I sleep well. I
deserved the good sleep to make up for the unaccustomed
output of energy I'd just made. I knew in the morning I'd
want more of her.

When we woke or when I woke she was sat with her back
against the headboard with her finger just touching her
pussy. I stirred and rolled towards her bumping into her
leg and that's when I saw her, she'd got her finger so
close to her pussy that there was a string of female
liquid stretched from her pussy to her finger. When she
saw that I was awake she asked me if I was ready for
breakfast and when I said yes she gave me her finger
still, or at least for a time with the string of liquid ,
to lick. I took it in my mouth and sucked her finger
clean. She kicked me out of bed and said time for you to
go home for your school gear and you'd better take that
damned sexy bra and panties off and wear something
decent. We got dressed as well as we could she was lucky
and had clean clothes but I had clothes that definitely
smelled of female sex. I wondered if my mother would
smell it as I walked through the door but never mind
she'd know how it got there and where it had come from so
I wasn't worried. Liz drove me home and dropped me off
where no one could see us. Our kiss was not what either
of us wanted but it had to do for the time being. Bye
darling we'd both said, "see you in school".

Later when I arrived at school one of my friends told me
that miss Liz had been looking for me. I went to the
teacher's room to see her and when she came to the door
she looked up and down the corridor and led me down the
hall to one of the closets that wouldn't be used at this
time of the year, far too hot. Inside she asked me to
kiss her and then sent me away feeling rather horny with
the memory of that kiss lingering on my mouth. "And don't
forget" she'd said, "I expect to see your homework before
lunch time". The bitch kisses me as though she wanted me
to give it to her there and then and then threatens me
about my homework. I suppose as I walked away she was
grinning all over her face knowing that I was desperate
to get good results in my schoolwork and also to keep her
happy in the sexual exams which surely would follow one
evening this week. I'd have to study particularly hard
for that one!