Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2017 20:59:15 -0700
From: Jasmine Walker <silkyjasminewalker@gmail.com>
Subject: Teen Turns: Boyfriend's Mom (Lesbian)

Teen Turns: Boyfriend's Mom

Summary: Sweet teen virgin is seduced by her boyfriend's attractive Mom.

Note 1: This is based on an idea by Hernandez1983.

Note 2: Thanks to TexBeethoven, Robert, David, goamz86, and Wayne for
editing this story.

PS: The concept of `turning' doesn't mean a girl or a guy instantly goes
gay... but it does mean they will discover another area of their sexuality
they didn't know existed.



Teen Turns: Boyfriend's Mom

Dating Josh had been going pretty well.

He was sweet, good looking, funny, and respected that although I had turned
eighteen a couple weeks ago, I still wasn't ready for sex.

My parents had lost their virginities together on their wedding night, and
so had all four of my grandparents. I hadn't been there, of course, but I
had it on good authority... often accompanied by finger wagging to
emphasise just how important those facts were. Now I wasn't unduly swayed
by the finger wagging and wasn't purposely waiting for marriage... nor was
I under any delusions that I may be the only eighteen year old virgin in
the state... but I did want to make sure my first time was special and with
someone I loved... and Josh seemed to be that person... and dear God, I
didn't want to turn out like my parents who had split up when I was two and
still resented each other for the mistake they had made 18 years ago.

Although we were taking it slow, I had given him a hand job at the
drive-in, and had sucked on his penis a bit the last two times we'd gone
out. The first time it was for maybe two minutes before I gagged on
it... but the second time I lasted longer... although I could only take a
little more than half of his six inch penis in my mouth (but I was
determined to get better and since then had practised with a carrot for
several days and was considering upgrading to a cucumber).

He had felt me up many times, he really loved playing with my big breasts,
although I had not let him actually see them yet.

Maybe I was a prude, but I just wasn't comfortable with being naked in
front of him or anyone else.

Truth be told, this reticence was more about insecurity than anything
else. I had been teased very cruelly by the other girls for developing
early (grade six). I was apparently the first weirdo in the entire universe
to develop breasts, and even now they were abnormally large for my slender
frame.

I moved to Wakefield in my junior year, and since I no longer had to endure
the torture that was called physical education (no actual education
happened, just a social hierarchy based on strength and coordination... of
which I had neither) in this new school I was able to wear baggy sweaters
to hide the embarrassing breasts that nobody here was quite aware of.

Josh was awesome. We liked the same music, both of us loving 80s retro, we
were both advanced students and both were in band. He was thoughtful, funny
and caring... I was pretty sure I was beginning to fall in love with
him... and was already considering giving up my virginity to
him... soon... but not yet.

And although I wasn't ready for sex with Josh just yet, I was extremely
sexually curious and masturbated a lot to online porn and erotic
literature. And according to what I'd read (video porn doesn't count, since
all those guys have horse dicks), Josh was above average in the penis
department... I guessed about six inches. So when the time came (unintended
pun), I was expecting to really come. I had used my fingers, hairbrush and
an empty collectable coke bottle from the 80s (that one broke my hymen) and
I already wanted something bigger and fleshier.

Anyway, I had met Josh's mom and was in awe of her. She was beautiful,
sweet, and almost excessively friendly. She complimented me profusely about
how pretty I was and even suggested we go to a spa together.

My own mother blamed me for her horrible life. Although she almost never
said as much, she constantly implied it by her words (or lack of words) and
her uncaring behaviour. So I was very drawn to this new motherly figure who
actually seemed to care about me. So I eagerly agreed to a spa day,
although I had only the vaguest notion of what that might be.

The massage was first, and we were lying side by side waiting for our
masseuses, which I found strange, but was too shy to mention.

The towel I was wearing was insufficient to disguise the size of my
breasts, and it didn't take long for Mrs. Walker to notice.

"Oh my, where have you been hiding those?" she asked, boldly reaching out
and actually feeling me up!

My eyes went very wide, and I was paralyzed with shock as I thought to
myself, 'Is Mrs. Walker, my English teacher and my boyfriend's mother,
really feeling me up?'

She continued speaking casually, as if her hands and my breasts weren't
separated only by a thin towel, "These beauties are nice and firm. Very
impressive for their size."

"Uh, thanks," I said, not sure what else to say. This wasn't quite sexual,
although she was paying them rapt attention, assessing them physically, and
cupping and squeezing them... oddly with the same fascination that her son
often did.

Removing her hands a moment later, she pulled her own towel away and tossed
it in a corner. I was suddenly facing my boyfriend's mother naked! "Do mine
seem to sag at all?"

"No, Mrs. Walker," I answered. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine,
but still impressively firm for a woman in her forties. My mom had big tits
like mine, and they sagged disgustingly now... a fate I hoped to avoid by
staying in great shape. I even added, trying to keep my cool during this
strange encounter, "I hope mine look that good when I'm older."

"Please, Janelle, call me Selina. `Mrs. Walker' makes me feel so damn old,"
she offered as she reached for my hands.

As I went to agree, I suddenly discovered I was grasping two handfuls of
bare breasts. I was a bit confused, but I was pretty sure I hadn't placed
them there myself.

I stammered, having never touched a pair of breasts other than my own,
"S-s-sure, Selina."

"Do they feel firm?" she asked, holding my wrists in place so I had no
choice about feeling her up. "That's as important as how they look."

Bewildered, I agreed, as I squeezed them, in awe of them, "Yes Selina,
they're perfectly firm."

"Thank you, Janelle," she smiled, letting go of my wrists. "I needed to
hear that."

Oddly, maybe out of utter paralysis but maybe not, my hands remained on her
breasts, gently squeezing and caressing them for about ten more seconds,
before I realised what I was doing and pulled them away. She had made no
move to hasten me away.

My face burned red, feeling like I had just been involved in an act of
lesbianism. But it progressed to crimson when I glanced down and saw that
her vagina was completely shaved.

I quickly looked back up, but it was too late. I was busted. "It's
important to keep your nether regions bare," she explained. "Vaginal
hygiene is critically important."

"Oh," was all I could say as the awkward situation became even more
awkward.

"Let me see your vagina, my dear," she requested.

"I'm not really comfortable with that, Selina," I refused, wishing the
masseuses would show up.

She ignored my protest and obvious discomfort and insistently snatched the
towel away from me. She explained, "Janelle, we are both women. We have the
same body parts; there is no reason to be shy."

Overwhelmed and shocked, I stood there as she studied my body very
thoroughly.

"Your breasts really are amazing," she complimented, looking at them as if
she were a jeweler appraising two fine diamonds, before looking down at my
hairy vagina. "Oh my, we will need to do something about that, though."

Before I could respond, although I was speechless and wasn't sure what I
would have stammered if given the opportunity, the two masseuses walked
into the room.

I quickly grabbed the towel on the bed and covered myself, feeling again as
if I was caught in the act of lesbianism.

 Selina simply walked over to a bed, not at all uncomfortable to be
completely naked in front of two strangers.

I quickly moved onto the other bed and hid myself under the sheet of
safety, still trying to comprehend the surreal encounter that had just
occurred.

Throughout the entire quiet massage, which felt utterly amazing and
relaxing, I tried unsuccessfully to make sense of that strange encounter.

The rest of the afternoon passed without anything else out of the ordinary
as we got scalp massages, manicures and pedicures, and haircuts while we
chatted about school, Josh, and holiday locations she had been to and that
I wanted to go to when I was older.

I noticed that when she talked, she was often touchy feely, either with the
hairdresser or with me, when we were sitting beside each other for our
pedicures.

The more we chatted, the more I came to the conclusion that my brief
feeling up at the beginning was just Selina being Selina: friendly and
touchy feely.

On the way home, she suggested, giving my leg a squeeze, "I want you to
come over on Saturday for supper."

"Okay, that would be great," I agreed, oddly captivated by her and her
motherly attentions... she was all the things that my mother wasn't.

A few days later, I arrived for supper dressed up in a cute sundress and
pantyhose. I had noticed that every time I saw Mrs. Walker she was in a
dress or skirt and pantyhose that looked very good on her. I felt a need to
emulate her.

And truth be told, I wanted to impress her.

I had also, although I had done it awkwardly, and despite it not being
something she would ever have the chance to discover, shaved my vagina. It
had taken forever and I was terrified the entire time that I would cut
myself, but I did it... as a special surprise for Josh on the day I would
finally allow myself to give him my virginity, and also as an expression of
my secret desire to be more like Selina.

When I arrived, she was indeed wearing a dress. A nice black one that
didn't camouflage her large breasts at all. She pulled me in for a big hug,
our breasts squeezing together, as she complimented, "You look utterly
delicious."

I thought the word 'delicious' was strange, but parroted back, "You look
delicious too."

As she broke the embrace she smiled, her tone oddly sultry, "Oh trust me
Janelle, I'm a taste treat to die for."

I laughed, unsure what she was meaning, "I imagine so."

She looked down at my feet. I had taken off my heels as soon as I walked
into the house, since she had a no shoes rule, and said admiringly,
"Pantyhose. Classy."

"Thank you," I nodded, before adding, wanting her to know I was trying to
emulate her, "I'm trying to learn elegance from you."

"You are? In that case come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading
me to her bedroom.

I was confused, but I followed. She then ordered, "Wait here."

"Okay," I agreed, having no idea what she had in mind.

She went to her dresser, shuffled through it for a bit, then returned with
nylons in her hand.

"Hold these," she ordered, handing them to me.

"Okay," I obeyed. I watched in shocked awe as she dropped to her knees in
front of me, reached under my dress and pulled down my pantyhose.

She explained, acting as if her intimacies were perfectly normal,
"Reinforced pantyhose are what grannies wear."

Although I was bewildered by her advances, I cooperated and lifted up my
legs, one at a time, so she could pull the pantyhose off me.

She got up, tossed them in the waste-basket, and ordered, "Sit on the edge
of my bed, my dear."

Although everything about this was unorthodox, I was compelled to obey, as
if she were my very own Fairy Godmother... creating a new, sexy me. I
looked around for singing mice, but didn't see any.

I hopped onto her bed and she returned to me. She took the pantyhose back
from me. I suddenly learned they were not actually pantyhose... but very
elegant, very sheer, very luxurious thigh high stockings.

I remained in silent shock and awe as she again dropped to her knees, and
began rolling a stocking up my leg.

She explained, "These are expensive, but sexy as hell and so silky sheer."

"Oh," was all I could muster. The silk gliding up my leg felt so nice.

Weird... but oh so nice.

She stood up, lifted my leg up, so high that my covered pussy (my covered,
shaved pussy) was suddenly in full view for her, as she finished rolling up
the stocking.

"Apparently you need new panties too," she said, noticing my cheap Walmart
panties... light blue and cotton bland.

Yet again surprising me, she reached up and ordered, "Lift up, sweetie."

I again complied, my mind in confused, unquestioning, obedience mode, as
she tugged my panties down my legs.

"You shaved," she noticed, "Very nice. Sweetness, you have a very ripe,
juicy looking pussy. I'm so glad she's decided to leave the forest and come
out into the light of day."

I could find no response to the strangest compliment I had ever received. I
was speechless from this whole ordeal, yet oddly my pussy was wet.

"We'll have to take you garment shopping ASAP," she declared, as she walked
away and tossed another piece of my clothing into the waste-basket, as I
sat at the edge of her bed wearing no panties and only one stocking. Talk
about surreal! I looked around for Salvador Dali, but didn't see him
either.

She returned, dropped back to her knees and slowly glided the second
stocking up my other leg.

She again lifted my leg up to finish smoothing the stocking and repeated,
as she gazed openly between my legs, her tone somehow different this time,
"Yep, such a ripe, juicy pussy."

She let go of my leg and went back to her dresser.

She returned a minute later with what was definitely not my typical
underwear.

"Stand up," she ordered, as she dropped to her knees in front of me for the
fourth time.

I obeyed for the umpteenth time. I didn't know why I was complying with her
every request, but it seemed... somehow `comfortable' was the perfect word.

I robotically lifted my right foot, then my left foot, so she could adorn
me with what was obviously a thong. Does anybody outside of Las Vegas ever
wear thongs? Apparently so.

Although we weren't anywhere near Las Vegas, she then slowly slid the thong
up my sheer stocking-clad legs, her warm breath every so lightly tickling
my pussy, sending a chill through my entire body, and approved, "This is so
much better, my dear."

"Thank you," I responded, actually feeling sexier in the strange lingerie.

"You are a sexy young woman, Janelle," she complimented, standing in front
of me. "It's time to stop hiding."

"Yes, ma'am," I nodded, basking in these many compliments that I never got
from my own mother.

"And none of this ma'am stuff," she scolded. "I'm Selina."

"Sorry, of course," I nodded, as she took my hand and led me back to the
living room.

....

Once back in the living room, she led me to the dinner table and patted a
seat, "You will sit here beside me."

"Oh, okay," I nodded, before asking, "Can I help with anything?"

"Not right now," she smiled, before adding with a playful tone, "but
remember that question for later."

"Okay," I nodded, having no idea what she meant. She walked into the
kitchen.

Josh came up from behind me seconds later and startled me.

He complimented me like he often did, even more so since my makeover,
before giving me a kiss. He asked, "Why are you wearing a dress?"

"Just trying to get into your mother's good graces," I answered.

"She already says you're delicious. Just be yourself," Josh advised.

I nodded, perplexed at hearing the word `delicious' again, and trying to
flirt, "Plus, I also wanted to look good for this handsome guy I know."

"Who is he?" Josh joked, putting his dukes up.

"I think you know him," I smiled, playing along.

"I'll kill him," he said, starting to shadow box.

"Please don't do that, you big bruiser," I smiled. "I think he may be a
keeper." I leaned in and kissed him again, enjoying our playful banter.

The kiss was interrupted by Selina who said, "No hanky-panky at the table,
you two."

"Oh, Mom," Josh said, breaking the kiss. "This isn't the 1950s anymore."

"Do you think I was alive in the 1950s?" She questioned, her tone suddenly
insulted.

"I was kidding," Josh said, before adding, unable to control himself, "I
know you're a sixties child."

"Janelle, you may be a widow before you're married," she joked.

"Mom!" Josh exclaimed.

Selina responded, able to give as much as she took, "You'll never do better
than Janelle here. I can't even fathom why she is dating you, she could
obviously do so much better."

"Mom!" Josh repeated.

I added, "Yeah, Josh, you better shape up or ship out."

"Not both of you," he sighed, protectively covering his head with his arms,
abandoning any offense in favour of defence, signaling that he had been
overpowered by overwhelming odds.

"We're like a double-barrelled shotgun," Selina joked, "so you'd better be
a good boy. Now take a seat; dinner is ready."

"Yes, Mom," he nodded, submissively taking a seat as Selina disappeared
back into the kitchen.

I took a seat opposite from him, where she had earlier instructed me,
finding the placement of our seats very odd.

There were two chairs adjacent to each other on one of the table's long
sides, one chair on the other long side, but none at either end. I was
across from Josh, and Selina was next to me.

Selina, like the mom of the year she was, brought out the meals. Her
husband, having learned he was gay, had left her two years ago, so she was
now a single mom. She was obviously not thinking about her ex as she gave
me a dazzling smile before sitting down to join us.

The three of us chatted throughout dinner, Selina squeezing my arm three
times (yes I was counting) as she asked me questions or pelted her son with
playful condemnations. She joked that it was nice to have more estrogen
than testosterone for once, before her hand gave my leg squeeze number four
as we agreed that Josh needed a haircut before the prom... but this time
her hand remained on my leg.

She asked a moment later, "Josh, could you be a dear and go get me another
glass of wine?"

"Sure, Mom," he nodded, getting up and asking me like the gentleman he was,
"Can I get you anything, Janelle?"

"I'm okay," I answered, as Selina traced her fingers up and down my knee up
to the hem of my dress.

Once he was gone, Selina asked, "Do you like how silky these nylons are?"

"Yes, they are super soft," I concurred, again finding the situation
awkward, but not feeling daring enough to say so.

She took my hand and placed it on her own leg. "They feel even better when
you touch them on someone else's leg."

"You're right," I agreed, the sheer nylon feeling sexy and soft on her
legs, my fingers enjoying the silkiness and soft warmth of her thigh but
not in control, as she moved my wrist up and down slowly.

"I'm always right," she joked, just as Josh returned with a glass of wine.

I quickly pulled my hand away, as if I had been caught cheating, but she
didn't... her hand remained resting on my leg.

Not at all deterred by my boyfriend's presence, she gave my leg a firm
squeeze... as if speaking to me through touch... although this was a
language brand new to me. I was far from fluent.

We resumed chatting, but I was constantly distracted by Selina's hand on my
leg. It seemed to be creeping ever so slowly up my leg, now noticeably
beyond where the hem of my dress had originally been.

Josh asked, "Are you okay, Janelle? You look flushed."

"Oh, oh, I'm fine," I stammered, just as Selina shocked me by placing a
finger directly on my barely covered pussy and boldly tracing my pussy
lips.

"You sure?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Yessssss," I trembled, as her finger slipped smoothly inside me, and my
head spun with shock. All the other moments I had dismissed as strange but
innocent, had not been innocent at all.

"Okay," he said, not pushing it any farther, although his mother was indeed
pushing it farther... farther inside me.

"Shoot," Selina sighed. "I forgot the butter in the fridge. Can you be a
dear Josh, and go get it for me?"

"Of course," Josh nodded, getting up and leaving us alone again.

As soon as Josh was gone again, she grabbed a breadstick with her free
hand, moved it under the table and before I could respond or even process
what she was doing, she pulled her finger out and slid the breadstick in,
pumping it in and out for a just a few seconds. I was already paralyzed
with shock at being molested by my boyfriend's mother, so all I could do
was to let out a rather loud moan.

Just before Josh returned to the table, she pulled out the breadstick,
whispered, "I like homemade butter," and took a bite off the same
breadstick that had just been inside me. Could you get a yeast infection
from a breadstick? I hoped not.

My already wide-eyed look somehow got even wider, watching this outrageous
woman enjoying bread coated with my pussy juice.

Josh joked, "Couldn't wait for the butter?"

Selina shrugged, "It was already seasoned. It's very good, actually."

"Oh, okay," Josh said, sitting back down.

I was still paralyzed with shock as I watched her continue to eat the
breadstick.

The breadstick that she had inserted in my pussy. I know I'm going on about
this, but I couldn't get over it!

She acted nonchalant and possessively placed her hand back on my leg
saying, as she finished the breadstick, "Delicious."

Knowing her intentions... actually still having no clear idea about her
intentions but very nervous about them... I should have moved her hand
away... or excused myself... but I didn't do either of those things.

All I was able to do was just sit there stunned, trying to process the
evening and to reinterpret everything that had transpired since she had
taken me for the spa day. Had all this just been a master plan to seduce
me? Suddenly that seemed to be the only logical conclusion. I was surprised
(why me?), angry (how dare she?), flattered (she was interested in me?) and
confused (she was my boyfriend's mother and my English teacher!).

Her hand returned to my pussy, then her finger returned back inside my
pussy. It was undeniably wet and excited, and I was powerless to object to
the finger's tantalising presence.

Then she was fingering me in and out... so slowly.

Although I was still dumbfounded by the fact that I was being sexually
molested by my boyfriend's mother, I was equally amazed by how good it
felt.

I tried to act casual.

I tried to finish my dinner.

I tried to breathe normally.

All the while the pleasure inside me was building.

A pleasure unlike any of my self-administered orgasms had brought.

Then, suddenly, my entire lap was soaked.

Not from my orgasm, although that was close to coming (pun intended), but
from half a glass of wine being spilt on me.

"Oh, clumsy me," Selina said dramatically, as her finger withdrew from my
fevered pussy.

Oddly, even though I should have been happy, I felt a little disappointed
that the pleasure had suddenly stopped.

Selina stood up and ordered, acting all concerned, "Come to the washroom
dear, let's see if we can clean this up. Josh, please clear the table and
do the dishes."

"Sure," Josh nodded, as I felt myself being pulled out of my chair and
guided away from my boyfriend and into a bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, she closed and locked the door and in one swift
movement pulled the stained dress over my head.

She then ordered, "Hop onto the vanity darling, we only have a few
minutes."

"For what?" I asked, again standing in front of her clad only in my
undergarments (well the panties and stockings were hers... only the bra was
actually mine).

"I want dessert," she said bluntly, as she pulled my... her... thong down.

"Ms. Walker, this is..." I began to protest, but suddenly couldn't continue
as soon as I felt her tongue make contact with my pussy.

Once again I was in a state of paralysis, unable to move or speak on the
outside... but my insides were cavorting wildly in the fire of a pleasure I
had never known existed.

"Mmmmmm, such a tasty dessert," she assessed as she parted my pussy lips
with her tongue.

Any resistance I could have had was long gone. I didn't want this pleasure
ever to end.

I didn't care that this was Josh's mom.

I didn't care that I was cheating on Josh... the pleasure was so amazing
and Selina was so compelling that I felt I didn't even have a choice.

Her earlier fingering had me already wet and lustful, so her skillful
tongue on my pussy had me near euphoria in seconds.

I moaned, "Oh God."

"Oh, I plan to take you straight to heaven," she responded, as her tongue
moved to my clit and her finger slid inside me again. She instantly found
my elusive g-spot. I had searched for that magic button like an
archeologist for months, but to no avail, and had almost convinced myself
that it didn't exist. But Selina had located it in a heartbeat!

I bit my lip not to scream and alert Josh of the manner in which his mother
was cleaning up her mess. Suddenly my body was quivering, my legs were
buckling, and my orgasm... my first REAL orgasm... sizzled through me like
a thunderbolt.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed, the vibration exciting me even further. She kept
lapping my pussy, as my cum poured out of me like a flooding lake
demolishing a dam.

"Oh, God," I trembled, grabbing her head and holding her face buried
between my legs for both pleasure and balance.

She kept licking as wave after wave of indescribable euphoria cascaded
through me.

Time stood still as I soared to the heavens of pleasure she had promised
me. But eventually my pussy became sensitive and I let go of her head
saying, "Please stop."

She looked up at me and smiled wetly, "Are you over sensitive?"

"I think I have to pee," I admitted.

She stood up and smiled, her face literally glistening with my cum, "Go pee
and I'll get you something else to wear while I put this in the wash."

"Okay," I nodded. As soon as she left, I went to the toilet, sat down and
urinated.

The peeing was automatic. What was capturing my entire attention was trying
to come to grips with the fact that I had just had the first real orgasm of
my life, and it was not just with a woman, but with my boyfriend's mom.

I got up, washed my hands and there was a knock at the door, which amused
me. She had just driven me to the most incredible orgasm of my life, I had
sprayed my cum all over her face, she had licked up and swallowed almost
all of it, but now she was showing me courteous propriety, observing the
forms of polite society.

"Do come in," I called out, equally polite and affecting an English accent
but chuckling. I looked into the mirror and saw how red faced I still
was. Okay, I wasn't 100% upper crust.

Selina re-entered the bathroom and handed me a folded garment, "You can
wear this while I go and wash your dress."

"Thank you," I replied, things on the surface back to normal even though
both of our faces still showed evidence of what she had done to me.

My pussy tingled as I recalled the orgasm that had brought me such
surprising pleasure, a little post-cum still leaking out of me as I reached
down to grab the thong and put it back on.

She left, and I put on a sundress that was a lot sexier than the one I had
been wearing... and tighter across the bodice, which really accentuated my
breasts.

I took a deep breath, shook my head at the surreal evening and headed back
to the dinner table, not sure how I would face my boyfriend.

He was wiping the table and looked up and gasped, "Wow."

I instantly felt self-conscious...could he see through me and into the
unfaithfulness I had allowed to happen?

"What?" I asked.

"You look amazing," he said, staring at my tits.

"Thanks," I smiled, thankful that he was a horny guy and was unlikely to
notice the inner nuances that were clear tells to another women.

Selina returned and said, "I'm so sorry Janelle, I'm so clumsy."

"I think the wine will come out. If not, I'll buy you a new dress," she
said, giving no hint of what had transpired just minutes ago. She then
added, "Although I bet Josh would rather you kept mine."

"What?" Josh said, breaking his stare from my breasts as the sound of his
name broke through the cloud of his fixation.

"Boys," she joked. "They always have a one track mind."

Which was the most hypocritical statement I had ever heard in my life.

Josh defended, "You made me."

"And I can end you," she bantered back.

"I didn't make any dessert, but I'm craving ice cream. Would you be a dear
and go to Dairy Queen and get me a hot fudge sundae and whatever your sexy
girlfriend would like?" Selina asked, giving me a look that nuanced loud
and clear that she wasn't done with me... which made my pussy gush a little
into the thin thong... recalling her amazing tongue and finger.

"Sure," Josh nodded. "Do you want to come, Janelle?"

My naughty side instantly thought to myself 'I just did'.

Before I could respond though, Selina answered for me, "No, your girlfriend
and I are going to get to know each other much better."

"Oh God, you poor thing," he consoled me playfully, even as I recalled what
Selina had just done to me and wondered how `much better' could even exist.

"Don't be a smart ass," Selina scolded. "Now go, I'm hungry and I'm sure
Janelle is dying for some dessert."

I instantly wondered if she was implying what I thought she was implying.

I also wasn't sure what I would do if she was.

I couldn't say no to her.

But I wasn't a lesbian.

But what she had done to me had felt so amazing I was already imagining her
doing it to me again.

So I helped double team him, "Yes, hurry Josh, you know how I get when I'm
hungry."

He laughed, "Are all women crazy when they are hungry? Or just the ones I
know?"

"All women," his Mom answered.

"Remember that," I chipped in.

"Okay, okay," he nodded, coming and giving me a kiss, while Selina headed
into the kitchen.

My legs still weak, I sat back down at the table.

Seconds after the front door closed, Selina returned with a cucumber in her
hand, which was weird considering we had already eaten dinner.

She walked towards me and the cucumber slipped out of her hand and to the
floor, rolling under the table.

I moved to get it but she stopped me as she dropped to the floor, "Stay
put, I'll get it."

Now I know you worldly guys all know what happened next, but I was still
naïve and innocent and had no idea what she was thinking... even
though ironically I had been thinking of using a cucumber for the exact
same purpose at home... the carrot no longer thick enough for me.

I watched her shapely ass disappear under the table, then to my surprise I
felt my legs parted, and I heard her order me, "Lift up your ass."

Mindlessly I obeyed, partly out of obedience, partly out of surprise and
largely out of a Pavlovian automatic response instilled in me just minutes
earlier. I was a good dog... err... bitch in heat?

I felt her lift up my dress, tug the thong off, and then I again felt her
tongue on my pussy, making me moan loudly, happy not to have to be quiet
this time.

She licked me for a minute, no longer than that, before she invited, "Ready
to get fucked?"

The question surprised me, not sure what she meant.

"Pardon?" I questioned with another moan, as her finger slid inside me.

"Spread your legs wider, my pet," she ordered, the endearing name somehow
turning me on even more.

I again obeyed, seeming unable to disobey this pleasure seductress.

I then felt something cold part my pussy lips, and before my brain
registered what it was, it began to slide inside me.

"Oh, God!" I declared loudly, placing both my hands on the table, as I
finally realised the purpose of that cucumber, why she'd `accidentally'
dropped it under the table, and the fact that it was now inside my pussy.

"I want to be the first to fuck this young, fresh, cunt," she declared as I
felt it begin to go in and out of me... pleasure instantly coursing through
my very core.

The cucumber kept slowly advancing deeper inside me when suddenly we heard
the front door open.

The vegetable halted its slow invasion inside me, although it didn't
retreat. I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend walking back in.

I was speechless, caught in the kinky act of being fucked by a vegetable by
my boyfriend's mother.

He said, "Sorry, I got a few blocks away and realized I didn't have my
wallet."

"Oh," was all I could muster. Much to my surprise, even as imaginary
clarions trumpeted, "Danger! Boyfriend alert!" the (literally) fucking
vegetable resumed its inexorably slow forward assault. A linen tablecloth
was the only barrier between my boyfriend and the (again literally) fucking
truth.

"You okay? You look rather flushed," he accurately noticed.

"I'm okay, just a little light-headed," I truthfully replied.

"Where'd my mom go?" he asked, as he went to the kitchen.

I suddenly felt her lips grasping my clit as I answered, "I donnnnnn't
know," clenching the table firmly.

He returned a moment later, wallet in hand, "I'll be back as soon as I
can. Hopefully my mom won't drive you crazy. She can be a little upfront
and aggressive."

She took those words in their purest truth, as she began pumping the
cucumber slowly in and out of me, while tugging on my clit with her lips.

I bit my lip not to let out a scream that would out us, before I slowly,
cautiously, daringly replied, "I think I can take whatever she gives me."

These unwise words prompted a `challenge accepted' moment. Her lips sucked
in my clit and she tugged on it. She shoved the cucumber deeper inside me,
creating an entirely new wave of pleasure. My self-control totally
vanquished, I let out a soft moan I couldn't possibly hold in.

He stopped, directly at the table, just three feet from where his mother
was fucking me... the cucumber now completely inside me.  He asked, "You
sure you're okay?"

"Well, I'm getting pretty hungry for some dessert," I said. I suppressed a
heartfelt sigh of relief. She had stopped teasing me, at least for the
moment, and allowed the cucumber to just marinate in my plentiful and warm
fluids, completely inside me.

"Okay, okay," he said in defeat, "Keep my women well fed. I got it."

He came to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "You do look so sexy in
this dress."

I let out another soft moan as she tapped her tongue on my clit. Selina
didn't seem worried at all about getting caught, even with her son
literally inches away. She pushed the envelope by pushing the cucumber a
little deeper into me... somehow.

Josh thought that moaning sound was encouraging. "You feeling a little
frisky?" he asked, his hand reaching slowly under the table towards my leg.

"Stoooop!" I protested, pushing his hand away. His hand had almost touched
his mother's head! She apparently still couldn't care less. Ignoring the
risk, she continued tapping my clit. "Your mother could walk in any
second."

"Okay, okay," he said, "but you're getting me pretty horny in that outfit."

"You're turned on because I'm wearing your mother's clothes?!" I
exploded. My annoyance was pretty irrational I have to admit... considering
what I was currently allowing his mother to do to me.

"Sorry!" he backed off, putting both his hands up in the air." He walked
away and added, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

As soon as the door closed again, I said the obvious, "God that was so
clooooose," as she resumed pumping my cunt with the cucumber.

She accurately observed, "As are you."

I closed my eyes again and just gave into the pleasure that was now
controlling me as I leaned back on the chair and opened my legs some more.

I couldn't believe how good it felt to be fucked... even if it was by a
bumpy cucumber.

The pleasure was completely different and yet oddly similar to my
experience when she had licked me earlier.

And although I had never come twice in a row, or even twice in one day, I
could feel the undeniable surge of a rising tide.

She fucked my pussy hard and fast and soon my breathing was erratic. I knew
my second orgasm was imminent. I begged, "Whatever you do, don't stop!"

And she didn't.

Instead, she resumed licking my clit, tapping it like a velvet hammer. Her
velvet tongue hammered the final nail into my orgasmic coffin! I screamed,
not holding anything back, not worried about getting caught, not sure I
cared either way at the moment, not caring if an army came marching through
the front door, clarions blaring! "Oh, yessssssssssss."

As soon as my orgasm hit, she eagerly yanked the cucumber out of me and
buried her face back in my flooding pussy.

"God, I love your cum, you sexy thing," she complimented, as she lapped up
my cum.

After a few more seconds, she moved away and crawled back out from under
the table.

She smiled that same wet, glistening smile again, "I may not need any ice
cream."

"There's always room for ice cream," I smiled weakly. My entire body was
still quivering and completely usurped of energy... feeling like a bowl of
jello.

I watched in utter drained paralysis as she hiked up her dress, revealing
she wasn't wearing underwear, hopped onto the table directly in front of
me, spread her legs and offered, "Time for you to have some homemade pie."

My eyes went wide.

Before today, the idea of licking someone's pussy would have repulsed me
and seemed rightfully taboo. Now I was a different girl. I was not only
curious, but it felt like the right thing to do.

I stared at her pussy lips, glistening slightly... which made me wonder if
she was wet because of me... I hoped so... I assumed so.

"Go ahead, my dear, lick Mommy's pussy," she purred softly.

And as strange as the term 'Mommy' sounded, it drew me into her web of
seduction even more.

I wanted a mother who cared for me.

I wanted a mother I could please.

She, obtusely, twistedly, erotically, became that mother. I was so very
grateful!

No resistance... no hesitation... no thinking of the future... I leaned
forward and fulfilled both my submissive nature and my sudden curiosity.

What would she taste like? Would she taste good?

Both those questions were answered in only a couple of flicks of my tongue
as her strong erotic scent enveloped me. The taste was tangy and slightly
fishy. These were two contrasting tastes that were pleasant enough on their
own, but the combination here in my `Mommy's' pussy was setting off
fireworks in my taste buds.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, as I tentatively licked. "You look so good between
Mommy's legs, my pet."

And although it may sound ludicrous, especially when this had all started
with her molesting me, I wanted to please her... to get her off... to
return the favour... to be a good pet.

Another voice in my head pushed back, saying, `Shit... this is fucked up.

I was licking my boyfriend's mother's pussy while he was out getting us ice
cream. Not how I had anticipated this evening going.

But that lone dissenting voice was shouted down immediately. I knew that
this evening my destiny had changed. I knew that I was now immersed in the
world of girl on girl loving... I was hooked and had no regrets.

I licked her pussy lips. I explored every fold of her wet, taste teasing,
pussy. I completely forgot that she was my boyfriend's mother.

"Oh yes, you're a natural, my pet," she moaned, her fingers intertwining
through my hair and gently drawing me deeper into her wetness. "Now, get
Mommy off."

"Yes, Mommy," I replied, drunk with lust and mesmerized by her tender words
and gentle touch.

I tried to replicate what she had done to me with her tongue; I moved my
tongue to her swollen clit and swirled it around.

"Oh yeah, Mommy likes that," she moaned loudly.

I kept focusing on her clit as I listened to her breathing getting heavier,
wanting to taste the full flood of her cum, wanting to get her
off... wanting to be good at what I was doing.

"Yes, my pet, don't stop," she whimpered, drawing me deeper into her oasis
of juices.

I didn't stop, knowing she was close.

"Oh yes, baby, oh yes, get ready for Mommy's cum, get ready to be baptized
as my pussy munching pet," she declared, lifting her ass up, my face now
pressed entirely against her pussy as she came.

I couldn't believe how much wetness splattered on my face... it came out so
fast and furious and in such abundance that it was literally like she was
peeing on me.

I eagerly caught as much of it as I could, wanting to savour as much of the
homemade juice as possible.

Once the gushing stopped, I kept licking, not wanting this moment to
end... wanting to lick this life-altering, addictive cum forever.

"Oh yeah, get all Mommy's cum, my pet," she moaned as she let go of my head
and enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm... an orgasm given to her by me! I
was thrilled!

I licked for a couple more minutes, trying to discover and retrieve every
drop of her cum.

She apologized, "Sorry pet, I'm a squirter."

Sitting back up, feeling my face drenched in wetness, I agreed, "I think
you just gave me a facial."

"Has my son given you a facial?" She asked.

"No," I shook my head, the reality that I had just been unfaithful to
Josh... again... reappeared, triggered by that one question... immediately
followed by guilt.

"Guy cum on your face is very different," she explained, nonchalantly.

"Good to know," I laughed awkwardly, glancing back down to her pussy.

 "Don't worry, my pet," she said, "you will have many opportunities to dine
on Mommy's homemade pie."

I was about to respond when the door opened.

My eyes went big, but Selina casually got off the table, fixed her dress
and sat down beside me just as Josh walked into the room.

"That was quick," Selina said.

"I didn't want to leave Janelle with you for too long... who knows what you
two may talk about."

"Oh, we were just getting to know each other better," she answered, her
hand going back under my dress and to my somehow still fevered pussy.

"Yeah," I added, unable to resist, "I think I know your mom a lot better
now."

"Is that a good thing?" he joked, though he looked worried, even as she
began fingering me again.

"Oh, I think your girlfriend and I are going to get along very well,"
Selina said, her finger slipping out of me as she stood up.

I couldn't help but add, "Yes, I think I'm going to want to come over for
dinner more often."

"And dessert," Selina added.

"Well that goes without saying," I agreed, her son and my boyfriend
oblivious to the naughty innuendo.

Selina handed me my ice cream, bent down and whispered, "You'd better go
and wash you face, my pet. You look like you were just buried in a woman's
pussy."

My face blushed, and I felt warmth spreading downwards all across my tits
as I got up and excused myself quickly.

In the washroom, I looked in the mirror and saw her pussy juice caked all
over my face. I actually liked the look, but knew I needed to keep it for
very select audiences. Actually, an audience of one.

As I washed up, I shook my head, unsure what lay ahead.

I really liked Josh.

I now knew I really liked pussy.

Was there a way to have my pie and eat it too?

I sure hoped so because Pandora's Box was opened and there was no closing
it... I was no longer straight... I was undeniably bi.


Epilogue: I would lose my virginity to a cock a week later when I came over
while Josh was at work and took a strap-on for multiple orgasms.

I would lose my virginity a third time to a real cock, Josh's, a month
later during one of his mother's nights out with the girls.

I would indeed have my pie and eat it too when I married Josh two years
later.

On my wedding day I had my almost mother-in-law's pussy just minutes before
walking down the aisle... I could taste her wetness still on my lips when I
said `I do'.

I would also have her pussy juice on my face for a natural gleam for
pictures when I went down on her in the limo while the men did their guy
photos. My first orgasm as a married woman also came at the hands of my now
official mother-in-law... or Mommy... her magical fingers on my g-spot
getting me off just moments before Josh knocked on the limo door.

I would also have her cum all over my face when I entered the bridal suite
a few hours later, when I got one last taste of my new Mommy.

But being the caring new bride I was... I let him be the first to fuck
me... it was the least I could do.

And unlike most brides... I literally loved my Mommy-in-law!!!

THE END