Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2010 18:58:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Older Woman (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, g/F, gg/FF)

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                    Older woman
                        By
                       Jan

	I was at that awkward age when I was wearing
orthodontic braces, all arms and legs.  My chest was
as flat as a board and my chest, hips and waist were
the same measurements.  My hair was not all that
bad but I thought of myself as an ugly child and
tried to hide my face behind it.  I did not socialize
with my classmates at school.

	In fact the only friend I had was a chubby girl,
named Caragh.  She was from an Irish family.  Her
mother was a great cook.  I loved to eat at her
house two or three times a week.  Everyone in her
family was as chubby as pumpkins.  As a result of
her weight, she was just as much of a social outcast
as me.  Hanging around her family I learned a lot
about Ireland.  Caragh's name means Friend in Gaelic.

	Her parents would rant and rave anytime they
talked about the stupidity of any family that would
name a child Colleen.  They would say what kind of
Irishman would name a girl, Gaelic for girl?

	Caragh's mother liked my name, Evelyn because
even though it has Norman roots it means "longed
for child."  They accepted me practically as a family
member.  As for my own family, I blamed them for
bringing me into a world I felt alien in.

	My father worked hard to support us.  He
often worked 14 and 16 hour days to complete
projects for his boss.  As a result my mother and I
did not see much of him.  My mother spent most of
her time trying to live the suburban myth of the
perfect life.  She spent a lot of time watching home
improvement TV programs for ideas about how to
remodel and decorate our home.  She also watched
cooking shows to learn to cook better.  I'm sorry to
say her culinary efforts were pathetic.  Her best
meals were frozen dinners.

	Mom did work for the local polling places during
elections.  That gave her the opportunity to gossip
with neighbors when they came in to vote.  She met
a woman that also worked at the polls and became
friends with her.

	The woman's name was Pamela.  I could only
guess that her age was someplace between late
thirties or early forties.  She was a divorcee that
lived on the same block as us.  Her divorce
settlement and a family inheritance provided her a
comfortable income, as long as she didn't squander it
on extravagant living.  I thought she was the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen.

	Pamela had the kind of black hair they show in
hair product commercials.  It had a silky shine and
was very thick.  It was fascinating just to watch her
run her hands through her hair and watch it flow
off of her fingers.  She had thick eyebrows that
were plucked very skillfully to draw attention to her
steel blue eyes and thick eyelashes.  Her lips were
thick and perfectly shaped.  Her breasts were large
enough to draw attention but not so much that they
would hurt her back.  She had what is called an
hourglass figure, a 24-inch waist and 38-inch hips.  I
envied her looks the minute I met her.

	Mom and she used to get together in the
mornings after Dad and I had left.  They would
gossip and drink coffee after Pamela had jogged a
few miles in the morning.  They became very close
friends, enough so that Mom trusted Pamela to look
after me while Mom and Dad had a night out or
family business like funerals.  One of those events
came up when a distant relative passes away.

	They knew I didn't know the relative and would
be bored to death listening to family members lie
about how attractive I was.  Mom asked Pamela if
she would mind looking after me for three days while
they went to the funeral.  I was pleased to get to
stay home.  I only regretted that I wouldn't get to
miss a little school.

	I packed up a few changes of clothes and all of
my school books and headed for Pamela's house.  Her
home was not that much different from our own.  I
was not impressed.  Home decorating was my
mother's thing.  I wouldn't recognize an original
painting if it had a label on it.

	When Pamela made a fuss over me, it just
embarrassed me.  I knew what I looked like.  When I
objected to the compliments, she assured me, "Don't
you know how much I would have loved being as
pretty as you are when I was your age?"

	I thought she was just trying to make me feel
good.  To prove her point she drug out a family
album and showed me pictures of herself as a girl.
It was strange looking at pictures of this glamorous
woman as a girl.  It was like looking at three
different people.  As a little girl she was as skinny
and awkward as I looked and felt.  When she
reached puberty she got fat and had pimples on her
face.  You could tell she hated having to pose for
portraits with pimples on her face.  It was not until
she was in her twenties that she emerged as the
beauty she is now.  It was reassuring that I would
not always be this gangly.  There was even hope that
my face would improve when the braces would be
removed from my teeth.

	While I was studying her pictures I happened
to flip a page and a group of pictures fell on the
floor.  They were not bound together and scattered
on the carpet.  I scrambled to gather them up and
collided with Pamela's head as she joined me on the
floor to gather them up.  As I was scooping them up
I saw the pictures.  They were a collection of
pictures of Pamela and another woman.  It was not
so much that they were both naked, as much as what
they were doing that fascinated me.

	I had heard girls talking about such things at
school but suspected that they didn't know what
they were talking about.  Seeing these pictures was
proof that women actually did do such things.
Seeing that blonde headed woman with her face
buried in the crotch of Pamela made me feel
something I had never felt before.  There was just
something so nastily erotic about seeing the things
they were doing to each other.  I wanted to look at
them all, but she ripped them from my hands and
stuffed them back in the album.  She put the album
back on the book shelf and apologized, "I'm sorry
you saw those.  You are too young to understand the
desires of adult women.  I'm sure that at your age
you believe in absolute right and wrong, black and
white.  You have been told that such emotions
between members of the same sex are wrong or
sinful.  Just accept that as you grow older there is a
lot more gray area between black and white.  I
wanted to discuss the subject more with her but had
a feeling that she was too embarrassed to discuss
the subject more.  She changed the subject.

	I had homework to do and went to work on it.
Pamela was kind enough to check my work.  She
corrected my mistakes and explained what I had
done wrong.  She gave me far more insight into
history than my school book provided.  Eventually
bedtime came and I retired to her guestroom to get
ready for bed.  There was an adjoining bathroom for
me to use.  There was just something strange about
the feeling of this room.  When I was ready for bed
I felt a strange desire to have a look in the
furniture in the room and closet.  There were
clothes in the closet that not only were the wrong
size and taste for Pamela.  They smelled of a
different perfume.  The dresser drawers had items
of underwear that also did not belong to Pamela.  I
picked up the delicate bras and panties and smelled
them.  There was definitely a woman's smell but not
the aroma of Pamela.  I wondered if the clothes
belonged to the woman in the pictures.  I felt a
strange feeling of jealousy.  I had no right to be
jealous of a woman I did not know.

	I wondered if there was any more evidence of
the woman using this room.  The nightstand by the
bed contained a few items like cigarettes, lighter,
paperback books, and writing materials.  There was
nothing to tell me who she was.  I was just about to
go to bed when I found a handwritten book of
poetry.  It was in woman's hand and singing the
praises of Pamela.  They were very erotically
written.  They described the figure and lovemaking
skills of Pamela in glowing terms.  I found it very
interesting.  I was reading the feelings of a woman
for another woman.  What she was describing had
always been proclaimed as taboo by my family.  Yet
the way this woman described them was so romantic
that I felt a yearning welling up in my heart that
told me that anything this beautiful could not be all
wrong.  I read the poetry late into the night.  I fell
asleep sometime early in the morning.

	I was sound asleep when the music from the
clock radio came on.  Pamela came into the room to
get me up for school.  I had forgotten all about the
diary I had been reading.  It had fallen off my chest
during the night.  It had been covered up by the
blanket and sheet when I pulled them back to
uncover myself before getting up.  While I went to
the bathroom to do my thing and get dressed,
Pamela set about making my bed.  I can only guess
what she was thinking when she found what I had
been reading.  She was putting it back into the
nightstand when I emerged to get dressed for
school.  I was embarrassed having been discovered
snooping into things that didn't belong to me, as
much as having been discovered reading about the
passions of a woman for another woman.  Nothing
was said at that time.

	I went to school and had almost forgotten
about what I had read the night before but as soon
as the last bell rang and I caught the school bus for
home I could not help but think about what I knew
about Pamela.  I wondered if my mother knew about
her, if so, how could she be friends with such a
woman?

	As soon as I got to Pamela's I started working
on my homework to get it finished as quickly as
possible.  By the time I was finished dinner was
ready.  We ate and when we were finished, Pamela
gave me a small bowl of sherbet and a cup of coffee
flavored with a sweet creamer.  While we were
eating our desserts, Pamela said, "I think we should
discuss the things you have discovered about me.  I
know it must be disturbing you.  Do you know what
the things in the pictures and diary are about?'

	I didn't know what to ask.  I foolishly asked,
"What is it like to be a lesbian?"

	Pamela smiled, "I don't know if it is any
different from any other woman's feelings.  We love
just as strongly as anyone.  We have feelings, just
like anyone else."

	I asked, "What does it feel like to make love to
another woman?"

	Pamela took a long sip of her coffee before she
responded, "It is hard to describe what it feels like
to have sex with another woman."

	The next question I asked was the most
important, "Does Mom know about you?"

	Pamela got a strange look on her face.  I could
not tell is she was amused or worried about my
question.  "I honestly don't know if your mother
knows, suspects, or is ignorant of my sexuality.  Are
you afraid I will seduce your mom?"

	Again I could not express myself properly.  "I
don't know how I would feel if my mother wanted to
do those things.  Would it be wrong for me to have
those kinds of feelings?"

	Pamela said, "Everyone is capable of having all
kinds of different feelings about sex.  They
eventually decide about their feelings more than
anything by what their family and community set as
the norm.  People that belong to a religious right
political groups look upon all sex that is not directly
designed for procreation is blasphemous.  At the
same time they feel guilty when they have those
feeling themselves.

	As you have seen in the news when the leaders
of such religious groups that cries out the loudest
against such behavior is caught doing the very thing
they condemn the most, they seek redemption in a
rehab facility and then beg forgiveness from their
believers.  More often than not their religious
credibility is dubious, but the group does not change
their beliefs at all.

	Someday you will decide what you believe for
yourself.  That does not mean that what your
parents believe will be what you believe.  You have
free will.  I can't be certain but every social study
since the 'Kinsey Report' indicates that almost every
child experiments with a variety of sex while growing
up.  It is not until they are socialized by their
community that they restrict what they believe is
acceptable to conform to the norm.  I'm sure that
means very little to you now.

	I guess what I'm saying you will have to find
out what you like for yourself!"

	I was as confused as ever, "Pamela, I felt
something very exciting when I saw those pictures
and read the diary.  It made me tingle deep inside
my pussy.  No boy had ever made me feel that way.
Does that mean I'm a lesbian?"

	Pamela smiled as she hugged me, "That just
means you were sexually stimulated by what you
were exposed to.  Your feelings about boys will
probably change when you get older!"

	"Will you teach me about sex?"

	Pamela kissed me on the mouth.  I could taste
the coffee she had been drinking because it only had
sugar in it.  The kiss was very exciting.  My heart
was pounding.  She deliberately didn't press her lips
too hard because she knew that my braces would
hurt the inside of my mouth.  She just toyed with
my tongue with the tip of her tongue.  She gently
started feeling my body with her hands.  I had never
felt anything like that before.  Her touch felt like
ants crawling all over my body.  It made me feel so
wet between my legs.

	She eventually reached inside her own dress
and pulled out her tits for me to inspect.  I had seen
my mother's breasts, and other women's before.  I
had even seen girly magazines with pictures of
women with huge breasts.  Nothing had prepared me
for the sight of her breasts.  They looked so round
the way they were held up by the way her dress and
bra were wedged under them.  I could smell the
perfume she had dabbed into her cleavage.  What
surprised me was the size of her areolas.  I had
figured hers would look like my mother's.  I had not
expected that they would be as large a one of my
mother's coffee table coasters.  They were as brown
as Swiss chocolate.  Unlike most women, her nipples
were inverted like a belly button.  I could not resist
sticking my finger in the indentation.  Then I
squeezed the areolas to see if the nipple would pop
out.

	Pamela took one tit in her hand and took hold
of the back of my head and pulled my head to her
breast.  I opened my mouth and started sucking on
her tit like a baby.  It felt so natural to me and even
comforting to be sucking on her tit.  While I was
doing that Pamela placed her hand on my thigh and
started stroking it.  I knew that she was going to
work her way up the inside of my thigh.  My panties
were already moist before her fingers stroked my
rayon panties.  There was no way I was thinking
about stopping her from getting in my panties.

	My panties were not exactly granny panties but
they were old and worn enough that the elastic was
stretched enough to have lost a lot of their
elasticity.  Pamela had no problem pulling the crotch
of the panties aside to expose my little crack.
There was no hair on my vulva yet.  When she stuck
her finger under my clit, it forced that little ridge
to pop up, exposing my hooded little clit.  I had
played with myself before but nothing had ever felt
like that before.  She masturbated me until I had a
climax, like nothing I had ever experienced before.

	She didn't make any sexual demands on me
afterwards.  I had enough to think about the rest of
the evening.  When it was time for bed I bathed as
normal.  I was thinking about what had taken place
earlier.  When I got out of the water my body was
warm as I dried off and applied body lotion all over
my body to make sure my skin was soft and smelled
good.  There was a pistol hair dryer on the bathroom
vanity.  I took advantage to of it to make sure that
my hair was dry and as stylish as possible.  Rather
than putting on my thin flannel nightgown I opted to
slip out of the bedroom naked and walk down the hall
to Pamela's bedroom.

	When I opened the door I saw that she had a
red nightlight on that filled the room with a pink
glow.  When she saw me standing there naked she
didn't say anything, she just lifted the bed spread as
she moved over to give me room to join her in the
bed.  I saw that she had on a transparent nylon
nightgown that allowed me to see just how beautiful
she was.  I ran across the room as if she would
withdraw the offer it I didn't get in bed fast
enough.

	As I slipped into the bed next to her I felt the
heat of her body where she had been and the heat
of her body as my flesh touched hers.  She kissed
me on the cheek before she started kissing me all
over my face.  I was the one that had to grab her
head to kiss her on the mouth.  We toyed with the
tips of each other's tongue for awhile.  We both
started feeling each other's chest.  I wished that I
had breasts like hers.  My little nipples felt like I
was being tickled the way she was playing with them.
I didn't know how firmly I was grasping her tit until
she whispered, "Honey, your squeezing too hard!"

	I relaxed my grasp and started to untie the
satin strap to get to her breasts.  She even helped
pull the nightgown down below her tits.  As soon as
they were free I started feeling and kissing them
again.  When she started rubbing my pussy with her
hand I started pulling her nightgown up her body
while sucking on her tit.  When I felt her pubic hair
I had an overwhelming desire to see what her pussy
looked like.

	I threw back the covers so that I could see
what her pussy looked like.  What I saw was pale
skin with coarse black pubic hair that was not all
that thick.  I could see her labia protruding well
below her crack.  I could only say that her pubic hair
looked like the pubic hair of oriental women I had
seen in photographs.  I stuck my fingers in her pussy
and started playing with her the same way she had
done to me.  I was very proud of myself when I
made her cum.  I smelled my fingers while she played
with me until I came too.  I thought that was all
that was going to happen.  Pamela had other ideas.

	As soon as we recovered she worked her way
down my body leaving a wet trail from her saliva and
tongue on her way down to my little pussy.  I could
not believe she was actually going to do to me what
that blonde headed woman had been doing to her.
What she did to my pussy with her mouth and
tongue was unbelievable.  I could not hold my butt
still.  I was squirming around until Pamela took hold
of my legs and wrapped them around her head.
When I came I started kicking my leg so hard that
I'm sure I was bruising her back.  I never believed
anything could be so exciting.

	I lay with my head between her tit and her arm
while we savored the moment.  While I rested I kept
my fingers under my nose so that I could smell the
fragrance of her pussy on my fingers.  I was
thinking about what she had done to me.  It had
been so pleasing that I felt like I should do the same
thing to her.  I was struggling with the desire to
please her while doubting that I could actually put
my mouth on the place where she peed.  There came
a point after I had recovered that I asked Pamela,
"Should I kiss your pussy?"

	Pamela stroked a stray hair away from my face
and said, "Honey, you don't have to do anything
you're not ready to do!"  With that she kissed me on
the nose.

	It was strange, because I could actually smell
my own pussy on her face.  I had a feeling that I
could not understand why, but I just felt my mouth
water at the thought of actually tasting her pussy.
I rolled over on top of her body and took hold of
both tits and kissed and sucked on both areas where
her nipples should have been.  When I buried my
nose between her breasts I started licking my way
down her body.  Pamela spread her legs in
anticipation of my arrival down there.

	When I reached the junction of her thighs, I
was still hanging onto her breasts.  Now it was my
turn to find out what it was like to lick a hairy pussy.
When I felt my tongue running over her pubic hair it
felt like my tongue was running over a scrub pad with
patches of silky warm flesh.  When my tongue
reached the opening I felt that ridge of stiff flesh
that led to her hooded clit.  The thin skin covering
her clit slid back when I licked upwards with my
tongue.  I was able to take her clit into my mouth
and suck on it.

	Pamela begged, "Please stick your fingers into
my pussy, Honey!"

	I started sticking the index finger of my right
hand into her pussy.  I slid the finger in and out a
few times and then added a finger.  Without being
told I knew she was enjoying it by her ragged
breathing.  I added another finger and the last.  I
tucked my thumb into the palm of my hand and
pressed against her opening.  To my surprise my fist
actually slipped into her cunt.  I was able to shove
my fist into her cunt past my wrist.  She was telling
me, "Oh, my GAWD, I love it.  Keep fucking me,
faster, faster, FASTER!"

	When she came she actually passed out for a
moment.  I feared that I had hurt her.  When she
recovered she pulled me bodily up her body and
kissed me on the mouth for the longest time.  I
spread my legs over her waist and clung to her, as if
she was going to get away.  She wrapped her arms
around me and grasped me by the butt.  It felt as
natural as anything anyone had ever done to me.  I
fell asleep on top of her with my head resting under
her chin.

	In the morning I felt a little guilty about what
I had done the night before.  I was thinking about
what my mother would say if she knew about what I
had done.

	Sometime during the night I had moved off of
her body but was still cuddled up against her and her
arms and legs were still wrapped around my body.
As I stirred, it woke Pamela up.  She leaned over me
and kissed me on the mouth.  I could smell that sour
morning breath coming out of her nose as she kissed
me.  As I woke up the reason I was waking up
became obvious.  My bladder was telling me that I
needed to pee.  I had to push Pamela away, "Pamela,
I have to pee!"

	Pamela let go of me and helped me get out of
the bed.  I started to head for the guest bathroom
before Pamela told me that her bathroom was
closer.  When I entered the bathroom and sat down
I had not closed the door.  When I let go the sound
of my pee splashing in the toilet bowl resonated off
of the tile walls.  That gave me the opportunity to
check out her bathroom.  It was a very pretty tile.
The walls were covered with eight inch tiles turned
at right angles making the almost flesh colored tiles
look almost diamond shaped.  About four feet high
was a strip of tiles that had a winding vine with
silver and olive leaves with an occasional green olive.
The shower had a clear glass enclosure and the tub
was large enough for two and had spa water jets in
it.  The double sink vanity had glass bowls set on top
with brass fixtures.  The vanity mirror had halo
lighting to make putting on makeup very telling.
There was also a bidet.  I had never seen one before.
I knew what they were for because of the movie
'Crocodile Dundee.'  While I was admiring her
bathroom Pamela came in and told me to try the
bidet when I was finished.

	I switched seats and as soon as I was seated I
felt the warm spray of water hitting me front and
rear.  Pamela took my place on the toilet and added
her water to mine.  When I felt the water stop I
stood up and chuckled at the feeling of water almost
entering my holes.  It was somehow sexually
stimulating.  After she finished using the bidet and
we dried out butts, she gave me a fresh toothbrush.
We stood next to each other while we brushed our
teeth.  That was when I realized the wall behind us
allowed us to see the backs of our heads and bodies.
I realized that was so that we could make sure our
hair and clothes were perfect.  It was erotic to see
our naked reflections in the mirror.

	Pamela took me in her arms and kissed me on
the mouth.  It was exciting to see our reflections in
the mirror from multiple angles as she towered over
me.  There is no point in describing what took place
for the next two days.  It was more of the same and
even more natural for me to take part in the love
making.  The only concern I had was how to keep my
mother from figuring out what had taken place while
they were gone.

	Mom did notice my attachment to Pamela when
she got home, because I was spending as much time
as possible at her home as I could after that.  I
didn't find out what happened for several months.

	Mom eventually confronted me about what was
going on.  She told me that she suspected what I
was doing with Pamela because when I would come
home and she would do the laundry my clothes
reeked of her perfume.  After a couple of weeks she
told me that she confronted Pamela one morning
after Pamela stopped by for coffee after her jog.

	She told me that Pamela sat down her coffee
cup and approached her and asked her, "Don't you
think it is better that your daughter finds out from
a friend that there are other ways to enjoy sex than
under a sweating male?"

	Mom said that when she tried to slap Pamela's
face, she grabbed her wrist and the other hand too.
Pamela pinned her arms behind her back and backed
her up against the wall before she kissed her on the
mouth.  Mom tried to resist by shaking her head but
Pamela didn't stop kissing her on the mouth.  She
said that eventually she stopped resisting and
allowed Pamela to stick her tongue into her mouth.
That was when she went limp.  Pamela released her
grip on her wrists.  Mom told me that she flung her
arms around Pamela's neck.

	Pamela took her to the dining table and laid her
on top of the table before she pulled her panties off
of her legs.  Mom said that Pamela placed her feet
on the table and bent her legs and spread them.
Pamela used her fingers to make her pussy wet
before she placed her mouth on her pussy.  She lay
there and allowed Pamela to suck her pussy until she
had one of the best climaxes she had ever had.

	Mom said that she struggled with the guilt of
allowing Pamela to seduce her.  She told me how
Pamela pulled her to the edge of the table and how
she pulled down her jogging shorts so that her pussy
was exposed before she placed one leg over the top
of one of her legs and pressed her pussy against
hers.  She rubbed her pussy against Mom's until she
climaxed again.  While she was doing that she clung
to Mom's tits.  Mom had a second climax before
Pamela had one.  When Pamela stepped back she
pulled Mom to her feet and sat her in one of the
dining chairs.  It had left her relaxed and felling
dizzy.

	Pamela refilled their coffee cups and added
creamer because she knew their tastes.  She handed
Mom her cup.  Then she chose to prop herself up
against the edge of the table before she sipped her
coffee.  It was obviously a power move to control
Mom.

	Mom said that she told Pamela that what she
had just done to her was wrong!  Was that how she
had seduced Evelyn?

	Pamela smiled at her and said, "Young girls have
raging hormones, and are seeking fulfillment.  I just
allowed her to find some clues about my sexual
predisposition.  She was ready and ripe."

	Mom broke down crying into her hands.  Pamela
pulled her to her feet and hugged her.  She was
sobbing all over the front of Pamela's tank-top.
Pamela simply pulled her top and sports bra up over
her tits and exposed her breasts.  Mom thought
that her breasts were beautiful.  She did not resist
when Pamela placed one hand on the back of her
head and lifted her left breast up while she pulled
her head down.  When she felt the warm flesh of
her tit press against her lips she could not resist
opening her mouth and taking the nipple into her
mouth.

	It was so strange standing there in front of
Pamela sucking on her tit while she rubbed her back
like a mother comforts a baby while breast feeding.
She could not explain her feelings even if she tried.
While she was sucking on that breast, Pamela
started feeling her up again.  When Mom could not
resist Pamela placed her hands on her shoulders and
pushed down.  Mom could not resist, even though she
knew what the woman wanted her to do.  As her
mouth got closer to the hairy patch she could smell
the aroma of the sweaty pussy.  Rather than being
repulsed by the smell, she actually felt her mouth
watering.  She was squatting there on the dining
area's floor with the morning coolness on her panty-
less pussy as she placed her mouth on the woman's
cunt.  While she sucked on the labia she found
herself putting her right hand between her legs to
play with her pussy.  Here she was masturbating
after having the strongest climax she had in years.

	When it was over, they talked about what had
happened for a long time.  Mom insisted that Pamela
never tell me what they did to each other from now
on.  For the next few months Pamela would stop by
after I went to school, the two of them had sex in
practically every room in the house.  They even did it
in the laundry room on top of the soiled clothes and
sheets.  At other time Mom would stop by Pamela's
and the two of them would have sex with each other
until about an hour before I was due home.

	A relationship like that could not go on forever
without being noticed.  I began to suspect something
was going on when I would kiss Mom on the cheek
before heading for Pamela's.  I began to smell
Pamela's perfume on Mom.  Mom stopped complaining
about how much time I was spending at Pamela's too.
Then I found panties that I knew belonged to Pamela
in the laundry hamper.  When I smelled them I
recognized Pamela's odor.  Mom was also happier
than I had seen her in a long time.  I didn't know how
to confront Mom and Pamela about what I
suspected.

	I was torn between jealousy and desire to find
out what it would be like to have sex with my
mother.  While all of this was going on I had been
neglecting my relationship with Caragh.  She felt
hurt because I had not visited her in a long time.
One day at school she sat down at my table during
lunch, and asked me if I was mad at her.

	I felt like a heel because I had forgotten all
about her.  I didn't know how to explain my strange
behavior.  I didn't want to hurt her feeling, besides
how could I tell her that I had been fucking an older
woman.  I tried to assure her that I still loved her,
but she was practically bawling as tears rolled down
her cheeks, "Just tell me if you have another
friend?"

	I placed my hands on top of hers as I pleaded,
"Caragh I still love you.  I can't tell you about what
is going on now.  Meet me after school and I will tell
you about what has been going on."

	Caragh was not consoled but agreed to meet
me after school.  The rest of the day I thought
about how much I could tell her.  When I got to the
corner where I normally caught my school bus,
Caragh was there.  Rather than getting on the bus I
asked Caragh to walk home with me.

	She fell into stride beside me.  As we walked
towards our homes I hesitated telling her what had
happened.  I didn't want to lie to her.  She would
have seen through the lie anyway.  That would have
hurt her feelings even more.

	I figured I might as well tell her as much of
the truth as I dared.  "Caragh, I don't know if you
will ever want to talk to me again after I tell you
what has been going on.  There is a woman friend of
my mother's that lives on our block.  She is a little
older than my Mom.  You may have seen her when
you visited.  Her named is Pamela, the one with black
hair.  I paused to see if she would acknowledge
having seen her before.

	Then I took a deep breath and plunged right in.
Well a few months ago she seduced me!  I waited
for her to respond.

	Caragh stopped and looked at me, "Your
shitting me, aren't you?"

	I faced her and said, "I'm telling you the truth.
I have been having sex with her almost every day
since Mom and Dad went to that blasted funeral!"

	Caragh, "Is that for real?"

	"YES!  Pamela was the first person that has
ever had sex with me.  I can't believe how it makes
me feel.  I'm addicted to it.  If you don't believe me
I don't know what to say.  I do like you very much,
but now that I have had sex with an adult woman,
that is all I can think about.  I even think my mother
has started having sex with Pamela.  Right now I
don't know if I hate my mother for having sex with
the woman I love.  If you don't want to be my friend
anymore, I will understand your feelings!"

	Caragh looked into my eyes, "I can't believe
that you're telling me that you have been having sex
with an older woman, and you believe your mother is
having sex with the same woman.  Are you insane?"

	I got mad, "If you don't believe me, why don't
you come along with me and meet Pamela?"

	I turned and started walking in the direction of
our homes.  I felt a strange feeling of power as we
walked home.  When we reached my block I led her
past my home and took her directly to Pamela's
home.  I was bold enough to just open the door and
pull Caragh into the house.

	I heard talking in the kitchen and led her
there. Mom was talking to Pamela.  She was saying,
"Evelyn normally takes the bus home and is home by
now.  She has never failed to tell me where she was
going.  I'm concerned about her because she
suspects that you and I are also having an affair.
She might be punishing us for cheating on her."

	Caragh must have made a noise because both
of them turned in our direction.  Their faces went
white.  Mom tried to deny that what she had said
was what she meant.  Her face went red as she said,
"I'm sorry, Caragh.  I'm sure that you misunderstood
what I was saying."

	I interrupted her, "Mom, she already knows
what is going on."

	Now it was Caragh's turn to get a red face
because she realized that what I had told her was
true.  She even knew that there was even more to
the story than I had told her.  It was a shock to
learn that her best friend was not only having sex
with an older woman, that woman was also having sex
with her best friend's mother.  The only one that
seemed to be amused by the situation was Pamela.

	She had a warm smile on her face.  She put her
arm around Caragh's shoulders as she said, "You have
discovered something very personal about Evelyn and
her mother that could be very damaging if others
found out what you know.  You wouldn't want to
cause them any embarrassment by telling anyone
about what you have discovered, would you?"

Caragh agreed, "I won't tell anyone about them."

	Pamela was leading her to her favorite chair to
sit down.  She was eye level with Caragh as she spoke
to her.  "I think Evelyn should kiss and make up with
her mother, don't you? Wouldn't you like to watch
them make up?"

	Caragh was standing between Pamela's legs as
she turned to look at Evelyn and her mother.  Pamela
struggled to pick up the heavy girl and place her on
her lap.  Then she said, Evelyn I want you to kiss
your mother and make up!"

	I turned to look at my mother before I hugged
and kissed her.  Mom resisted for a moment before
she relaxed and kissed me back.  Caragh looked like
she was fascinated watching me giving Mom a French
kiss.  It was a very erotic sight, I'm sure.  She was
starting to squirm on Pamela's lap.

	Caragh may have been just a girl but because
of her obesity and an early onset of puberty she
already had sizable breasts.  Pamela slipped a hand
under her thick upper arm and felt Caragh's right
breast.  Caragh made no effort to stop Pamela from
feeling her up while she watched me pawing my
mother.  I'm sure she could not believe her eyes.

	While I was kissing my mother I started
feeling her breasts.  Mom had her hands on my back
and they slid down to grasp my ass.  I was so
absorbed by what was going on with my mother that
I didn't even care if anyone was watching what I was
doing.  I started taking Mom's clothes off.  That was
not much of a problem.  All she had on was a halter
top, shorts, panties and open toes sandals.  Mom's
job was easier.

	I had on my school clothes, blouse, skirt, full
slip, bra, panties, ankle socks and comfortable shoes.
Mom had me out of them fast enough.  When we
were both naked I got to admire her body with a
different perspective.  Now I was looking at her as a
sexual object.  She had full round breasts that
begged to be sucked on.  Her waist was thicker than
Pamela's.  Her butt was wide and plump.  Mom's pussy
was unshaved.  Her hair was dark and was a tangled
mess over her pussy.  I could see her clit sticking
out from under her labia.  Mom held up both of her
tits, offering them to me to choose which one I
wanted to play with first.

	I made her sit down on the carpet and stood in
front of her while I rubbed my hairless cunt all over
both of her nipples.  Mom also wanted to taste my
pussy while I was standing in front of her.  While
Mom was sucking my pussy I had a chance to check
out if Caragh looked upset.

	She was watching every move Mom and I made
with glassy eyes.  Pamela had spread her thick legs
and pulled her panties aside to play with her pussy.
Like most chubby girls with thick thighs the insides
of her thighs were discolored because of the
constant friction of her thighs rubbing against each
other.  I had never suspected that Caragh had any
pubic hair down there.  I was a little envious of the
few strands of hair I saw.  Pamela was finger
fucking my friend while they watched me and Mom.

	I turned my attention back to Mom.  I made
her lay on her back.  Then I sat on her face facing
her pussy.  I assumed Mom would eat my pussy but
she stuck her tongue into my asshole.  When I
leaned forward to get at her pussy Mom had to
start licking my pussy.  I used my hands to part her
pussy to inspect what her cunt looked like.  Wet
hairs stuck to the lips of her labia while I parted
them.  I put my nose into the wet flesh and relished
the fragrance of her pussy.  I took her clit into my
mouth and started sucking on it like it was a nipple.
Mom was moaning into my cunt without missing a
lick.  I climaxed before Mom did.  When I recovered
I made Mom roll over onto her tummy and pulled her
hips up until she got her knees under herself so that
her butt was in the air.  I spread her butt to get a
look at her ass.

	Mom's asshole looked like the skin was stained a
little browner than her skin and there were even a
few hairs around her asshole.  I licked up and down
the valley of her butt until my saliva had plastered
the hairs to the flesh.  Mom was moaning and
whimpering as she begged me to stick my tongue into
her asshole.  By the time Mom had another climax
my face was covered with slimy juices of her cunt
and ass.  Mom took charge because I was tired and
rolled me over to make love to me.  When I managed
to wipe the juices away from my eyes I looked in the
direction of Pamela's chair.

	While I had been busy Pamela had managed to
undress Caragh and had exposed her breasts and
removed her own panties.  Caragh was kneeling
between her legs and had her hands on Pamela's
nylon clad thighs with her face buried in that black
haired cunt.  Pamela was stroking her hair while
assuring her that she was doing a great job.  When
Pamela squirted cum all over Caragh's face, she
lifted her head as she leaned forward and gave her a
long tongue kiss.

	We called Carah's mother to assure her that
Caragh was eating at our house that night.  Caragh
was eating alright; hot pussy was on the menu.  I
even stuck my face into her ass while she was eating
Mom.

	There was a new relationship between Caragh
and me after that.  When I would spend the night at
her house we shared her bed.  It was so exciting to
get under the covers and eat her hot pussy.  It was
inevitable that her mother walked in on us while I
was eating her pussy.

	She sat down on the side of the bed and gave
us a long lecture about the sins we were committing.
We felt so guilty we didn't suck cunts for all of two
days.  The next time her mother caught us she told
me to never visit Caragh again.  She even visited my
mother and told her what she had caught us doing.
Mom made like she was shocked.  Then she got
Caragh's mother to tell her everything she had
caught us doing.

	It took her a little while to see that Mom was
getting turned on.  She was shocked by her reaction.
Mom took her in her arms and kissed her on the
mouth.  She eventually stopped resisting.  Mom gave
her an education.  She had been preparing dinner and
had a cucumber on the sink.  She fucked her with
the cucumber.  When I came home I walked in on
Mom ramming that cucumber into her pussy.  Mom
insisted that she stay for dinner.  It was so funny
eating that salad knowing where that cucumber had
been.  Caragh and I are allowed to sleep together
now.



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