Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 16:28:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: bonnie morrison <maidenformdd@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION-1
THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 1 by Bonnie Morrison
(Ff, inc)
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This is the story of Jean Chardane, a woman whose past indiscretions
brought heartache to her and her two children. Chapter One of The Price
for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison. maidenformdd@yahoo.com
THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 1
The imposing facade of the train station came into view as Jean
Chardane drove over the crest of the hill and began the two-block descent
to the boulevard fronting the station property. She was on her way to pick
up her younger daughter, who was coming to spend the summer with her.
During the 40-minute drive to the station, Jean's mind had been
occupied with memories of the circumstances which had occurred seven years
earlier, after her husband had discovered her in their bed with a woman,
engaging in sex. That day culminated in a divorce and her children being
taken from her. The matter had been kept confidential so that she, nor her
lover, lost their jobs. Jean was a school teacher, and the older woman in
the bed with her, Millie Baker, was her boss and principal of the school.
Now, seven long years later, she was going to see one of her daughters
for the first time since they were taken away by her former husband.
Sarah, the one on the train, was now 14. One of the stipulations which
Jean had accepted to guarantee that the circumstances of the divorce would
remain confidential was that she would not attempt to speak to her
children. She was permitted to have photographs of the girls, and to
correspond with them, but only with the approval of their father. She had
seen pictures of them once, and those were now four years old, and she knew
they had changed considerably since that time. Renee, the oldest, now 16,
was not able to come with her sister. She was headed to Washington,
D.C. to spend the summer working for their legislator, a job she had worked
very hard to get and could not now turn it down. Of course Jean was
extremely disappointed about the change, but it was agreed that Renee would
visit during the upcoming holiday season.
Jean wiped away the nervous perspiration from her lip and dried her
fingers on her dress. She could feel the dampness all over her body, and
even felt a trickle slide downward between her breasts. God, I'm so
nervous I'll be soaked by the time she gets off the train, she told
herself. She pulled into the parking area and began searching for a spot
as close to the entrance as she could find. She was already hot and sweaty
and didn't want to drag a bunch of luggage all over the parking lot. Just
as she was about to pass by the entrance, she saw a car backing out of a
space just a short way up the row. She quickly pulled up and waited for
the person to clear the way, then pulled in and shut off the engine.
The thoughts of what had happened seven years earlier kept flooding
her mind, and she said a little prayer that Sarah wouldn't bring up
anything about it and thus dampen their reunion. She got out of the car
and stood in the gentle breeze as it cooled her. Her dress was wet and
clinging to her back, making her feel even more uncomfortable. I've GOT to
lose some of this weight, she reminded herself crossly as she headed for
the entrance.
Jean had never been to this train station before, and she was having a
little difficulty figuring out where she needed to go. As she stood
pondering the big board with all the arrival and departure information, an
attendant walked up and asked if he could help.
"Excuse me, ma'am. I saw you standing here and you look like you
could use some help."
Jean looked around at him and smiled thinly. "Thank you. Yes, I do
need some help. This is my first time here and everything is unfamiliar."
She told him which train her daughter was arriving on and the man took her
to the platform where the passengers would appear. She thanked the man and
offered a gratuity, but he refused, saying that he was glad to be of help
to her. She had decided to send a letter to the station administration
commending the man's helpfulness and obtained his name before he left. His
kindness had helped to relieve some of the nervousness, and she was
grateful to him.
It was hot out on the platform, but finally the train arrived and the
passengers began alighting. Jean scanned the face of every girl who looked
to be around the age of Sarah, and then she appeared. Jean recognized her
immediately, but was shocked at how much she had grown. Sarah spotted her
mother a few seconds after Jean had spotted her. She hurried to the girl
and threw her arms around her, hugging her tightly and kissing her. They
stood hugging and kissing for a bit, then Jean began to cry, tears of every
emotion she was feeling.
Sarah was a little embarrassed and quickly looked around to see if
anyone was staring at them. "It's okay, Mom. Don't cry."
Jean regained her composure and stepped back from her daughter. "I'm
sorry, honey. It's just that I'm so very happy to see you at last!! I
didn't know if I would ever see you again!" She dug out a tissue from her
purse and wiped her face, then blew her nose. "Come on, let's get inside
where it's a little cooler." She grabbed some bags and Sarah got the rest,
then they went through the terminal and out to the car.
While they hugged and held one another, Sarah felt how wet her
mother's back was from the perspiration. As they made their way through
the terminal to the exit, Sarah followed along behind and looked at her
mother, seeing the dress sticking to her back and her bra showing clearly.
Although Jean's dress was cut more fully, Sarah could see the outline of
her mother's fleshy hips, and the small rolls of flesh on her back along
the rib area. She thought back seven years and realized that her mother
had gained a considerable amount of weight, from the way she remembered her
looking back then. Jean had always been tending toward being full-figured.
As she appraised her mother's physical appearance, it dawned on Sarah that
her own well-matured body was rapidly developing to the point of looking
much like she remembered her mother looking.
When they got away from the station, Jean looked at her daughter very
closely while waiting for a light to change. She took in the girl's fair
complexion and the structure of her face. Yes, she has my face, Jean
thought, the prominent cheek bones and thin, straight nose. Her eyebrows
are a little bushy, but look very nice. And her lips are so full, very
inviting. God, I'll bet ALL the boys would like to kiss her! Jean's eyes
moved downward to Sarah's chest. God, she is so BIG! I could feel them
when we were hugging. She's growing just like I did. Even her hips are
looking like mine. Oh, lord, I hope she isn't fat like me when SHE reaches
40!
Sarah felt her mother's eyes on her and glanced over at her to see her
looking her over. She smiled and turned her head to look out the side
window, but she felt her mother's eyes traveling over her body. It excited
her. She liked being in the spotlight; she liked having people look at her
body.
Once underway again, Jean focused her attention on the traffic. She
wondered if Sarah was sexually active yet. Certainly the girl wouldn't
have any trouble finding a willing individual in that department. Maybe
boys and girls alike. She drove on, keeping her eyes mainly on the road,
but occasionally glancing over toward Sarah.
The feel of her mother's eyes on her body had aroused Sarah. She felt
the overwhelming urge to masturbate and picked up her backpack from the
floorboard and sat it on the seat between them to help block her mother's
line of sight in case she looked over at her. Then she slipped her hand
inside the waistband of her shorts and panties and slid her middle finger
between the slick lips and onto her now-swollen clit. Rubbing gently but
insistently, she worked to bring on the orgasm she had been craving all
day. She leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the
sensations building between her legs.
About halfway home, Jean had to exit the freeway. As she negotiated
the curving ramp, the backpack fell over against her hip. She glanced over
and saw that Sarah had her eyes closed. For a second, she thought the girl
was napping, but then noticed movement in the crotch of her shorts. My
god!!! She's masturbating!!! Jean couldn't believe her eyes. Yes, her
daughter actually was masturbating, right there in the seat next to her!!
She quickly turned her eyes back to the road and tried to get refocused on
the traffic.
In a few minutes Sarah opened her eyes and glanced sideways at her
mother, in the process noticing that her backpack had fallen over. She
froze for an instant with her hand still in her pants, then faked a yawn
and stretched, pulling her hand clear of her pants. She looked over at her
mother, who was looking straight ahead.
"Sorry, Mom, I guess I fell asleep for a little bit."
"That's okay, honey. Napping is not a bad idea at all. We'll be home
in just a minute or two and then we can relax and get comfortable."
"Mmmm. Sounds good to me. My day started pretty early this morning."
Jean looked at the clock in the dash and saw that it was almost 4:30
p.m. "Are you getting hungry?"
Sarah sat up and put her bag back on the floor. "Gosh, I'm about
starved. I didn't eat anything on the train."
"Oh, honey, why didn't you say something? We could have stopped and
gotten something."
"That's alright. I can wait, but I am pretty hungry, I've just
realized."
"Well, I know what we can do. Instead of spending a lot of time
cooking, how about if we order pizza? How does something like that sound?"
"That sounds great!"
"There's a shop not far from the house, and they have really good
pizza and are fast about getting it delivered. You decide what kind you
want and I'll order it as soon as we get home."
"Okay. I'll have to think a little^Å"
Jean turned the corner and headed down the block to her house. As
soon as they had gotten the bags inside, Jean got the phone and called the
order to the shop.
"It'll be here in 20 minutes, Sarah!"
Sarah was in the spare bedroom hanging up some of her clothes. "Okay,
Mom! I'll be right out!" She hung the last item in the closet and headed
into the kitchen, where Jean was sorting through the mail.
"Oh, um, honey, help yourself to whatever. Drinks are in the fridge,
Coke and such."
Sarah went over and pulled out a Coke and sat down at the table with
her mother. She examined her mother's face as she pored over the mail,
thinking how much like her mother she looked now. Except in size. She was
noticing just how fat her mother had gotten, but still was so pretty in the
face. She took a swallow of her drink as she watched.
Jean finished going through the mail and got up from the table. "I
need to go get out of these wet clothes, honey. I'm just so sweaty!" She
headed for her bedroom to change, with Sarah right behind.
Jean pulled off her dress and put it in the clothes hamper. She stood
there in just her panties and bra. Sarah looked intently at her mother,
marveling at the size of her breasts. Before she thought she blurted out.
"Gosh, Mom, you are so HUGE!!"
Jean looked at her sharply, but didn't say anything. Then Sarah spoke
up quickly.
"Oh, I'm sorry!! I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I meant your
boobs. God, they're so BIG!! That's what I was meaning, Mom!"
Jean's crestfallen and embarrassed look softened, and she smiled.
"No, you're right, honey. I AM huge. I've let myself get so fat. I'm
really ashamed of myself." She reached behind and unhooked the bra, then
rolled her sweat-soaked panties down her hips and onto her thighs. Sarah
was now being treated to a full frontal look at her nude mother, and she
delighted in what she saw, because it was like looking at her sister,
Renee, whose shape was so much like their mother now looked. It was true
that Jean was fat, but she wasn't one bit flabby. She had just become very
fleshy. Sarah longed to feel of her, to feel her softness, and especially
feel the heavy breasts hanging on her mother's chest. She thought about
Renee, remembering the countless times that they had pleasured one another
sexually. She stared at her mother's body and became aware of the
awakening desire she now felt very strongly for her mother.
"Oh, Mom, please don't say that!! You're so beautiful, and so sexy!!"
Sarah went over to her and gave her a hug, wishing she, too, was naked so
she could feel the bare flesh against her own. She kissed her mother's
lips, a soft, tender, loving, and lingering kiss. Jean felt her body
responding to the emotion, and she began to return the kiss. They held
each other as Jean tried to regain control of her emotions. After a minute
they stepped back from each other.
"Um, I, uh, the pizza will be here in a few minutes, honey. I'm going
to shower right quick. If the delivery person gets here before I'm done,
there's money in my purse, over there on the bed, to pay for it." She
turned and went into the bathroom and got into the shower.
Sarah was on fire and was determined to give herself some relief. She
reached down and picked up her mother's panties, putting them against her
face and breathing the odor, a mix of sweat, urine and female arousal. She
went over to her mother's bed and lay down with the panty crotch in her
mouth and started masturbating furiously. Her orgasm came quickly, rocking
her with its intensity. She lay there sucking on her mother's panties as
she relished the pleasure of orgasm. She heard the doorbell ringing and
jumped up to go take deliver of the pizza. Without thinking, she dropped
the panties onto the bed as she grabbed the purse and raced to the door.
Jean came out of the bathroom and began dressing. In the process, she
noticed her panties on the bed, and saw that the bedcover was mussed. She
picked up the panties and saw that the crotch was soaked, slick with
saliva. What's this?? Oh my god! Sarah must have been sucking my
panties!! Jean was dazed by this revelation, but also aroused. She fought
against the feeling of lust that had settled over her, and fiercely battled
to rid her mind of these thoughts. She put the panties and her sweaty bra
into the hamper and finished dressing, then hurried to the kitchen.
"I see the pizza arrived. And I smell that it did, too. Mmmm!! It
smells so good!"
Sarah looked up from her plate with a mouthful. "Umm hmmmmm!" She
swallowed the bite and apologized for not waiting. "Sorry, Mom. I just
couldn't wait. I'm so hungry!!" She took another bite, closing her eyes
in satisfaction.
"That's alright, honey. Dig in. I'll be joining you in just a
second." Jean put some pizza on a plate and sat down. They ate in silence
for a few minutes as they knocked the edge off their hunger. Sarah leaned
back in her chair and patted her stomach.
"Mmmm, that was good. Thanks, Mom." She smiled at her mother, who
was finishing off her third piece.
"Yes, it sure is, honey. I didn't realize I was so hungry. There's
two more slices left. See what you can do to empty the box."
"Let's split them."
"Oh, honey, I've already had three slices, and it's plain for you to
see that I sure don't need to be eating this stuff."
"Mom, would you PLEASE quit talking that way! Just because you're a
few pounds over your ideal weight doesn't mean anything. And one more
little piece of pizza isn't going to make you fat, so PLEASE stop it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I just can't help it. That's the way I feel
whenever I look in the mirror and see this whale looking back at me. But,
I'll do my best to quit picking on myself. It's so sweet of you to try and
make me feel good about my body."
"Well, I hope you believe me, because it's true. To me, you're the
most beautiful woman in the world, and judging by what I saw in your
bedroom this afternoon, you're also the sexiest woman in the world." Sarah
reached over and took one of the two remaining slices. "Okay, I'll eat
this one and you eat the other one."
Jean looked at her daughter, the picture of innocent youth. She was
intending to ask her about the panties on the bed, but decided to let it
lay for the time. She reached over and took the last slice of pizza and
ate it, enjoying every bite. When finished, she got up and moved around to
Sarah and kissed the top of her head, then put her arms around the girl.
"I love you so much, sweetheart! God, I'm so glad to have you here with
me! This is one of the happiest days of my life!"
Sarah leaned her had back against her mother's breasts. "I love you
so much, Mom. I've dreamed of being back here with you for so long!"
The evening was spent quietly, with Sarah putting away her things and
bathing while Jean thought about her daughter's wanton behavior in the car
and then again in her bedroom, trying to decide how to start the
conversation about it. She knew she needed to know if she was imagining
things, or if, in fact, Sarah truly did desire her sexually. The way the
girl had kissed her certainly was much more than the normal mother/daughter
kiss. And, she sensed that Sarah wanted desperately to put her hands on
her mother's body. The unsettling part was that Jean believed she wanted
it, too. She hoped that all of these thoughts and feelings would pass
after Sarah had been there for a while, but subconsciously she knew better.
It was getting close to 10:30 and Jean got up to go get ready for bed.
It was quiet in Sarah's room as she knocked on the door. She heard
rustling sounds as Sarah called out to her. "Just a minute, Mom!" The
rustling sounds were followed by snapping sounds, then silence for a few
seconds before Sarah opened the door.
Jean looked past her daughter into the room. "Everything alright,
honey?"
"Um, yeah, fine Mom. What's up?"
"I was just on my way to get ready for bed, and I stopped to say
goodnight. That doesn't mean you have to go to bed now, though. You know
this is your house, too, and you can do whatever you want." Jean smiled
and chuckled. "Just don't make too much noise in the process."
Sarah smiled back at her mother. "Okay, Mom. I'll be as quiet as a
church mouse. Goodnight."
Sarah had stood in the open doorway, sort of symbolically barring her
mother from entering. Jean saw this and backed up a step. Once they had
said their goodnights, she turned and went on to her room.
Jean had washed her face and brushed her teeth after putting on her
nightgown, and was sitting on the bed reading a magazine when Sarah
appeared at her door. The girl tapped lightly on the door frame to get her
mother's attention.
Jean looked over at the doorway and saw Sarah standing there.
"Hi, honey. I was just finishing an article I started last night. Come on
in."
Sarah walked over and sat down on the bed. Jean sensed that her
daughter wanted to talk, so she asked what was on her mind. The girl
shrugged and was quiet for a few seconds before speaking. "Oh, not much.
I was just in there thinking and decided to come see what you were doing."
"Well, is there something in particular you were thinking about?"
"Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking about Renee and wondering how
things are for her in Washington."
"Well, we could call her tomorrow if you want. Do you know what her
phone number is there?"
"Yeah, I have it written down. That would be cool to talk to her, and
you could talk to her, too. Gosh, Mom, I just remembered that you haven't
talked to either one of us for seven years. I know she would be very happy
to talk to you again."
"Well, then, we'll just call her in the morning."
They lapsed into silence for a minute, then Jean spoke up again. "Is
there anything else that you wanted to talk about, honey?"
Sarah looked at her a little sideways. "Well, I was wondering if it
would be alright if I slept in here with you." She glanced quickly at her
mother's face, looking for signs, then continued. "Renee and I have always
shared a bed, so it feels kind of weird to be sleeping by myself." She
glanced again at her mother.
"Sure, honey. You can sleep in here if you want. There's plenty of
room in this bed, even if I am--. She saw the stern look on her daughter's
face. "Oh, I said I wouldn't say that anymore."
Jean put the magazine on the nightstand and got up from the bed. "I
need to go pee." As Jean walked toward the bathroom, she had the sudden
urge to show Sarah her backside. When she got off the bed, she noticed how
the girl looked at her. She raised her nightgown as she neared the door,
revealing that she was not wearing panties. She thought she could feel her
daughter's eyes on her, and she hesitated for an instant before
disappearing inside the bathroom. She wanted to make certain that Sarah
got a good look. She said she likes my fat body, so take a good look,
honey.
Sarah watched her mother move toward the bathroom and was almost in
disbelief when she saw her raise her nightgown to reveal a bare bottom.
She stared raptly at the wonderful curve of her mother's hips, then
listened closely as she heard the hissing stream of urine splashed noisily
into the toilet bowl. Her body was aflame, and she knew she would have to
bring about the relief that she now craved. I'll do it just as soon as she
falls asleep, she told herself.
When Jean came out of the bathroom, Sarah appeared to be asleep. She
turned off the bedside lamp and got into bed. Past memories of sex and the
desire for sex flooded her mind as past images displayed themselves. She
saw herself at Sarah's age, masturbating night after night with fantasies
of her own mother coursing through her brain. She wondered if Sarah was
experiencing the same thing. She wondered if her daughter desired girls,
or if this was just a phase. Jean thought about Millie and how much she
missed their times together. She thought about her size and wondered how
much it must be affecting her ability (or inability) to attract a new
partner. She felt how much her own desire for satisfaction was impinging
on her ability to control her own behavior. After Millie moved away, she
told herself that she needed to gain control over her physical need for
sexual gratification, and actually did very well for a few months
afterward, but it wasn't to last. She began looking at other women in that
way, and soon was performing her solo act nightly. She rationalized this
behavior by telling herself that it didn't hurt a thing to pleasure
herself. After all, it is a normal part of life, she thought, so it
continued. And now, now she had reason for renewed concern, and at the
center of this concern was Sarah. Her thoughts about the girl were
polarized along a sexual spectrum. At one end she desired her fiercely,
and at the other she was disgusted with herself for having such desires.
She told herself repeatedly that her perception of Sarah's desire for her
was most likely a misperception. But then, hadn't Sarah implied this
desire by saying what she did about her mother's body? She was having
difficulty reading the signs. At that moment in her thought process, she
heard the sound, the telltale sound of busy fingers in a very
well-lubricated pussy. She listened intently as her daughter's breathing
became more and more labored. Soon she felt the bed quivering slightly and
knew the end had come. God, that makes at least three times today, she
thought. Her desire must be insatiable! Finally, after what seemed to be
hours, Jean drifted off to sleep.
So, events of that night became a regular routine. Each night Jean
would get up to go to the bathroom, and each time she would begin lifting
her nightgown sooner and sooner, until she finally just started taking it
off. This started after about a week. She would get up and stand next to
the bed facing Sarah and remove her nightgown, giving her daughter a full
frontal view of her nakedness. At this point Sarah quit being subtle about
looking and just ogled her mother. The erotic nature of this game was very
arousing for Jean. Her fully-erect nipples were, of course, in plain
sight, but her wet pussy was obscured by her pubic hair. She decided to
shave so Sarah could see just how aroused this little game always made her.
Occasionally, Jean would be awakened during the night by the shaking of the
bed as Sarah had yet another orgasm. Jean knew that a conversation about
all of this was inevitable and needed to happen soon, but she just couldn't
figure out how to start it in a way that wouldn't create any conflict. Her
own actions were becoming bolder each night, and she knew if something
didn't change soon, she might do something she would regret. Her will to
resist was declining steadily, as evidenced by her decision to make herself
bald so that her daughter could see her wetness and know just how arousing
this was for her, too.
And Sarah was doing her part to make her mother aware of her desires.
The first night that Jean had removed her gown and let her daughter look at
her openly and without reservation, Sarah had started touching herself
while they looked at one another. Not blatantly or lewdly; just
innocently, as though it were occurring absent-mindedly. But she didn't
wait for Jean to pretend to be asleep before starting to masturbate. Just
as soon as the light was out she was at herself, her fingers noisily
sliding in and out and over her universe, and she didn't try to conceal her
pleasure. The soft sighs and raspy breathing told her mother how good she
was making herself feel. Then each morning they would pretend that nothing
out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. The dissonant nature of
this charade had Jean wondering about her sanity. She wondered just how
much longer this could go on before something drastic happened.
Sarah had become friends with a neighbor girl her own age, Alison
Johnson, daughter of Tom and Beverly Johnson from down the block. They
took an instant liking to one another and spent quite a lot of time
together now. Jean knew the Johnson's and their daughter; they were a very
nice family, friendly but not intrusive, just the kind of neighbors Jean
liked. (She also liked fantasizing about Beverly.) Sarah and Alison had
been hanging with each other for a week or so and one day were gone to the
neighborhood swimming pool. Jean was straightening the house and vacuuming
and had gone to Sarah's room to vacuum. As she ran the machine around and
under the edges of the bed, a photograph got stuck in the attachment head.
When she pulled it out, she nearly fell over in shock and surprise. It was
a photo of her older daughter, Renee. The girl was lying on a bed, on her
side with one leg propped up. She was completely nude and exposing her
vaginal area which was devoid of hair. She was cupping one of her breasts
as she smiled toward the camera. Jean was struck by the fact that Renee
was big, like herself. She was distressed by the girl's size, but right
then she was puzzled by finding this kind of photograph in Sarah's room.
Why would Sarah have a picture of this type, and particularly one of her
sister? Jean decided it was time to have that conversation with Sarah, and
the photograph would be the way to get it started. She put the picture in
her pocket and finished the cleaning.
End of Part One