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Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 37)
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie
Chapter 37
The next morning, Mom came into my bedroom to wake us up. She was
still naked as she sat on my bed caressing my head.
“Good morning, you two sleeping beauties. Did you sleep well? You
sure look comfy together!"
I was lying on my back. Jennifer was lying on her side and
practically on top of me. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her arm
was draped down my body with her hand cupping my pussy. My legs
were spread some and one was between hers, with her pussy pressed
tightly against it. Her top leg was wrapped around mine as if to
hold it in place. I stretched a little before I realized how we
looked.
Jennifer woke up forgetting where and how she was lying at first.
Then she glanced down and realized Mom could see exactly what she
had been doing to me. She quickly pulled her hand back and moved
away a little from me.
It was totally obvious she had been fucking my thigh while
playing with my pussy. I didn’t remember it. I had apparently
been too sound asleep after sucking off Jamie and Daddy. But she
must have awaken horny sometime after that and gotten herself off
rubbing against me.
Jennifer blushed. I shamelessly answered Mom. "We had a great
night, very exciting."
Mom gave me just a hint of a smirk, before asking Jennifer,” “Did
you have fun as well?”
She took a minute before she squeamishly answered. “You don’t
mind what we did last night?”
Mom caressed the top of Jennifer’s head. “Why should I mind?”
Jennifer blurted out, “Because it’s not normal!”
“What would be normal, Jennifer?”
“A boy and a girl doing it with each other.”
“I see,” Mom said kinda thoughtfully. “Jennifer, throughout
history people have defined and redefined what is normal based on
their own biases and more often on ignorance. For some, sex
before marriage isn’t normal, masturbation isn’t normal - it’ll
make you go blind or grow hair on your palms.”
Jennifer and I both grinned.
“Some say oral and anal sex isn’t normal, and that you shouldn’t
have sex for reasons other than making babies. Others say you
shouldn’t do it with the lights on, and so on. Understand what
I’m getting at?”
“I think so.”
“Sweetie, don’t let people define you. You define yourself. Be
proud of who you are. You’re as normal as anyone else. There have
been lesbians around for thousands of years. It seems quite
‘normal’ to be a lesbian then, doesn’t it?”
“But kids at school ... if they found out ...”
“I know, and I didn’t mean for you to advertise it. And it’s
tough for anyone to get through life alone. That’s why you
surround yourself with friends like Mel. And things will get
better as you get older. But believe me, life is never going to
be an easy road to travel. Even if you are ‘normal’.”
Jennifer looked down and answered very softly, “Besides Mel, I
don’t know any other ...”
“Jennifer, I like to make love to men and women. I’m bisexual
just like my daughter.”
Jennifer’s head jerked up. Her mouth hung open in surprise. “But,
you’re married!”
“Getting married to a man doesn’t mean I stopped being attracted
to women. It’s not an on/off switch. Heck, I’m still attracted to
other handsome men even though I have a very handsome husband in
my bed most every night. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I just never expected you to be into women,” Jennifer
replied, still surprised by what Mom admitted. But she also
seemed excited that she had yet another friend who understood
her.
“If they’re attractive, I am,” Mom smiled.
We both grinned with her.
“Do you have any questions you’d like to ask me?” Mom asked her.
“When did you know?”
“When I was about your age. It took me some time to figure my
feelings out, several years in fact.”
“I’ve heard some people say that gays and lesbians are just
hurting themselves and others.”
“Then let me ask you something else,” Mom said. “Did you hurt my
daughter last night?”
“No!” Jennifer almost yelled.
“Did she hurt you?”
“Definitely not!”
“Did you make her feel good?”
“I think so,” Jennifer whispered hesitantly, blushing. Hell, I
was blushing.
“Did she make you feel good last night?”
Jennifer nodded. “Melissa made me feel very good.”
“You’re both happy with what happened?” She nodded, and I made a
show of nodding. Mom scrunched her lips at me, trying not to
laugh.
“Isn’t that what should be ‘normal’? Two people enjoying each
other? With no one getting hurt?”
“A lot of people don’t think so,” she answered petulantly.
“But I do, and so do some other people that I know. I saw you
Saturday making love to Melissa in the alcove by the lake. You
looked beautiful together. And you did last night, too.”
Jennifer turned crimson again. “Did you watch us last night?”
“Yes, sweetie, I did. And again you two looked absolutely
beautiful the way you were making love to each other. It made me,
and my husband, feel good that you were enjoying each other like
that.”
“Mr. Livingston watched us, too?” Jennifer was incredulous and
looked at Mom wide-eyed.
“He thought you two were beautiful together.”
After a second Jennifer said, “I wish my mom would talk to me
like that.”
“Have you tried talking to her, sweetie?”
“No, she wouldn’t understand.”
“You’d be surprised what moms understand.”
“But I couldn’t just tell her how I feel about girls!” She
sounded almost panicked.
“Why not?” Mom was still speaking very gently to Jennifer.
“I dunno ... She and Dad would freak out because I’m not ...”
“Normal?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever talked to her about a boyfriend or a girlfriend?”
“No!”
“So perhaps your mom didn’t want to embarrass you by assuming
something, and then saying the wrong thing. Isn’t that a
possibility?”
“I don’t know.” Jennifer seemed deep in thought.
“You see, Jennifer, sometimes it’s very hard for a mother, or
father for that matter, to talk to their children about such
intimate things as sex. It was hard for me to know when Melissa
was ready to talk with me about sex. And we needed a trusted
friend to help us to communicate.”
“For real?”
“Yup,” I got in on their conversation. “Things had gotten really
bad between Mom and me. A good friend got us talking. She helped
to break the ice between Mom and me. And that wasn’t too long ago
either.”
Mom waited for a moment before asking, “Jennifer, do you trust
me?”
Her answer came rather reluctantly. “Melissa said you wouldn’t do
anything that would hurt me. I think I trust you.”
“You can think about it some more, sweetie, if you’re not sure. I
understand your hesitation. We don’t know each other all that
well yet,” Mom said very softly. She continued to gently stroke
Jennifer’s hair, with me in between them. “But if you would like
me to, and if you trust me, I would like to be your friend to
help you and your mom to start talking about you being a
lesbian.”
Jennifer was choking up and answered in a small voice. “That
would be a big step for me, confessing that to my parents. They
might be disappointed that I’m ...”
“Not ‘normal’?” Mom smiled at her. “Perhaps your parents already
suspect that you like girls. And perhaps they are cool with it
because you’re their daughter and they love you very much. Think
about it, Jennifer, and you can let me know anytime if you want
me to help you talk to your parents.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Livingston. I appreciate it, and I will think about
it.”
“Good. Now let’s wake up Jamie and get breakfast rolling.”
Jennifer and I went into the bathroom to pee and wash our faces
and then went downstairs. She still looked a bit freaked out, but
also deep in thought.
“You okay?” I asked her.
“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that ...”
“Mom does all kinds of unexpected things. You’ll get used to it.”
“You do too, you know.
“Yeah! Isn’t it cool!” I beamed.
She rolled her eyes at me.
“But ...” she said, and then paused.
“But what?”
“Your Mom is so cool, you know. The way she talks to me. I was
beginning to feel that I’m not such a freak after all.”
“Mom’s pretty cool, for a mom. And I know you can really trust
her. She’d get you talking to your mom.”
“I bet you’d like to be there when she does, wouldn’t you?”
I grinned, “Well, I’ve never been to a lesbian outing.”
She slapped my butt. I playfully yelped.
She giggled with me as we left the bathroom and headed
downstairs.
******
On the way to the kitchen, I stopped to call someone special on
his special day.
“Good morning, birthday boy. And Happy Birthday to you!”
“Boy?” Peter replied, feigning indignation.
Was ‘boy’ the only thing he heard? Sheesh. Guys can be so
sensitive sometimes.
“Okay, birthday man,” I corrected myself. “How’s your birthday
going?”
“I had a special wakeup.”
“Yeah?”
“I think Mom wanted to re-enact my birth.”
“How’d that turn out?” I giggled.
“Well, only a part of me made it back into her. I didn’t quite
reach into her uterus.”
I was surprised he knew that much about female anatomy!
“Don’t worry. You’ve still got some growing years ahead of you,”
I snickered.
‘Ha ha. You’re supposed to be nice to me on my birthday.”
“I’ll be extra special nice to you later. I get to rag you for
now though.”
“Figures.”
“You know I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love you.”
“I love you, too. And I’m just fucking with you, Mel.”
“Tonight, you definitely will be,” I seriously told him.
“I wish you were here now. You can’t come over?”
“Later. I’ve got some things I need to do first today. You’ll be
glad you waited on me,” I sweetly told him. After some kissy
kissy noises between us, I hung up and went to join Jennifer and
Mom.
******
Mom was already busy in the kitchen. Jamie joined us a few
minutes later. Mom put everybody to work as she fixed ham and
cheese omelets. Mom was breaking the eggs, I cut up the ham and
the cheese, Jennifer worked the toaster, and Jamie set the table.
We were just finishing our breakfast when Sarah came over. With
Jennifer there she didn’t dare to kiss Mom like she had
yesterday.
“Good morning, Mrs. Livingston.” I fought hard to keep from
cracking up about her being so formal. But she was right to act
that way. Smart girl, I thought.
“And a good morning to you, Sarah.” Mom kept a straight face.
Sarah went over to Jamie.
“Hi sweetie,” she said, kissing him.
“Hi Melissa and Jennifer,” she smiled sweetly at us.
She sat down next to Jamie. Mom asked her, “Can I get you
anything, Sarah?”
“Some juice would be fine.” I got up to get a glass for her and
poured the juice.
We made some small talk and finished eating.
“Go ahead, kids, head on upstairs, I’ll take care of the dishes,”
Mom said. She winked at me. “Jamie, your father asked that you
cut the grass this morning. So please get dressed and start on it
right away.”
“Oh, Mom,” he groaned.
“No groaning and moaning, Mr. Livingston Junior,” she admonished
him. “I let you slip away to Sarah’s house yesterday morning. And
I had to call to get you back here. So this morning it’s time to
do some chores around here. I will be gone with Mel a couple of
hours around lunch time. You’ll have time to do what you want to
do then. So get with it.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll get dressed,” Jamie huffed. I mouthed ‘thank
you’ to Mom.
******
We all headed upstairs. As we got to my bedroom, Jamie grabbed my
arm.
“Can I talk to you for a sec, Mel?” he whispered.
I waved to Sarah and Jennifer to go to my room and I went down
the hallway with him.
He grinned at me. “Wasn’t that hot what Mom and Dad did with us
last night?”
I started grinning, too. “Yeah. So who was licking my butthole
and my pussy?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure who did what. They both had their faces
right at your butt. I figured they both were licking you all
over.”
“I wish I could’ve seen it from where you were,” I smiled, biting
my bottom lip.
I then asked him, “Was that the first time Mom sucked you until
you came?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure if she would ... especially swallowing my
splooge.”
Splooge? Why do guys have all the cool names for their juices?
Girl juices weren’t nearly as sticky and messy. Just cause guys
can blast cum across a room doesn’t mean they should be
considered so special.
“She told me she sucked you at the campground Saturday night, but
couldn’t get you to cum. Was last night the second time she did
it with you?”
“Yeah, but there has been one other time.”
“When?” I asked expectantly.
“This morning when she came in my room and woke me up ...”
“And?” I asked, urging him on.
“Standing beside my bed, she grabbed my morning boner and stroked
it a few times. Then she leaned down and took it in her mouth,
sucking it for a short time. She pulled her mouth away and said
it tasted pretty good, and for me to keep it clean in case
someone wanted to do something with it. She then leaned down
again and sucked on it a few more times before she stood straight
again and said ‘like that’.”
“For real?” I incredulously asked.
He nodded. “She said you weren’t too happy about how it tasted
Saturday night.”
Holy fuck.
“Then what happened?” I asked.
“She turned and left the room, leaving me with my boner stuck up
in the air, harder than before, if possible. I had to jerk off
before I could come downstairs.”
I stood there glaring at him. I knew last night she was horny as
fuck, but was she still that horny this morning that she couldn’t
resist teasing Jamie? Then he changed the subject to something
else.
“Remember the fun we had when you set me up with Pam?” he asked
excitedly.
“Yeah. And?” I asked in reply, unsure of where this was leading.
“Could be a lot of fun if you set things up with Jennifer.” He
had a crooked grin on his face and looked at me expectantly.
No way this was happening. But I knew I had to be careful how I
shut down my horny brother.
“Jennifer may not care to do anything like that.”
“You won’t know until you ask,” he said, with that same grin.
What was I? Some kind of pimp?
“Why are you asking me? Your GIRLFRIEND is right in my bedroom.”
“I was hoping you could talk Sarah into it.”
“Nuh uh,” I replied, sternly shaking my head. “That’s between the
two of you.”
“Fuck,” he said in exasperation.
“Jamie, you and Sarah need to start really talking about what you
both want. I know she loves you, but she’s also nervous about you
being with other girls, especially when she isn’t around.”
“Tell me about it,” he huffed.
“No, you tell HER about it.”
“I don’t want to piss her off.”
“Dammit, Jamie. She’s pretty open-minded about a lot of stuff.
Just talk to her.”
“I’m afraid she’ll break up with me.”
Whoa. My brother really is in love.
“Talk to her,” I added softly. “I’ll play referee if I have to.
But I’m not going to do what you should be doing.”
“So, why does Peter let you have sex with others?”
“We have ground rules. We agreed on who we can have sex with. The
idea of him having sex with others isn’t so easy for me as you
may think. I’m sure he has the same concerns about me, too. We’re
still a new couple though. Things could easily change to
something more like what you and Sarah have agreed on. Maybe
Sarah is more serious about you now than you realize, doofus
brother.”
He didn’t answer.
I looked at him sympathetically and said softly, “Brother dear,
Sarah has told me she’s not exactly fucking around with the
adults either, other than Mom and Daddy. And me, of course.”
“I know, she’s told me that, too.” He sounded kind of
downtrodden.
I suddenly felt sorry for him, he looked so forlorn. He hadn’t
really thought out his relationship with Sarah. Plus, his
hormones were running wild.
I hugged him and kissed him. “I told you Sunday, you’ll always
have me, Jamie. I love you, my big brother.” I kissed him again.
“But you have to talk to Sarah about your relationship. You’ll
have to figure out together where you want to go with it.”
“You’ll talk to her if she gets pissed?”
“Yes. I promise.”
“You’re awesome, Mel,” he said, hugging me.
“Of course, I am,” I smiled. "And I like it very much that my
best friend and my brother are a couple. I prefer it stays that
way. Would make some bad vibes here if you two broke up."
He pulled me to him and reached around with both hands to grab my
ass.
“Do I still get to fuck you anytime?”
“Definitely, unless you pull another stunt like last night.”
“You got your butthole and cooter licked pretty good.”
“True, but if Jennifer had caught us ...”
“I know ...”
“Now go cut the grass so you can get Sarah’s ass later.”
As I headed towards my bedroom, I was glad he hadn’t pushed the
group sex with Jennifer any harder. That just wasn’t going to
happen with her.
******
Sarah had gotten undressed and sat on my bed with Jennifer. They
seemed to be getting along great when I walked in. I closed the
door behind me mainly to keep Jamie from poking his head in so
easily and overhearing us.
I sat on the bed with them so we could all face each other.
“What are you guys talking about?”
Sarah said, “I was telling her how much I’d wished I’d been at
the campground.”
“She’s a newbie nudist, too,” I told Jennifer, glancing at Sarah
“It’s neat to know other nudists my age,” Jennifer replied.
“That makes five of us then,” I stated. “Me, you, Pam, Julie and
now Sarah.”
Jennifer said to Sarah, “I hope you can go the next time everyone
is there.”
“I do, too.”
“Me, too” I added, patting Sarah’s leg.
“You guys have been best friends for a long time,” Jennifer
noted, looking between us.
Sarah replied, “Ever since we were practically babies. Our Moms
grew up together as best friends, too.”
“I envy you guys. Ever since we moved here, I’ve had a hard time
making friends.”
“You’re cool. If Mel likes you, I definitely like you.”
“You guys have so much in common, especially since you grew up
together for so long.”
Sarah again replied, “True, but I think we all have something big
in common.”
“What’s that?”
“This,” Sarah answered, while scooting closer to me, moving a
hand to fondle my breast, and passionately kissing me. Jennifer
stared at us wide-eyed.
“You?” Jennifer almost shouted at Sarah, astonished. “I wasn’t
thinking it was you!”
“Yes. Me,” Sarah replied with a smile.
“How long?”
“About a year,” I told her while affectionately hugging my
longtime best friend. “Sarah was the first girl I did anything
with.”
“I was thinking it was ...”
“I know ... one of the Rayner chicas,” I interrupted her. “Peter
said he told you someone in his family was into girls as well.”
“You’re not going to tell me who?”
“We promised not to tell anyone.”
Jennifer let out a frustrated sigh. The girl was getting greedy
for more pussy to play with. I couldn’t blame her. I then smiled
and added, “But trust me, it won’t be a secret for much longer at
all.”
“You’ll ask her?”
I couldn’t correct her and tell her ‘them’, even though I assumed
neither Pam nor Penny would mind Jennifer knowing. She would be
fresh girlie flesh for them. Of course, Mrs. Rayner wasn’t going
to mind either. I just hoped she would take things slow and easy
until we all could decide if Jennifer would be okay with having
sex with our moms.
Jennifer asked, “So how did you guys get started?” She glanced at
Sarah. “I mean, did Mel seduce you?”
I giggled at Sarah.
“It was the other way around,” Sarah blushed.
“So cool,” Jennifer replied. “What did you do the first time?”
Sarah and I explained how we were left alone at her house one
night last August, and how we started out just kissing and stuff.
“The first thing we ever did together was to ‘practice’ kissing,”
Sarah recalled. “We were both very nervous at first.”
“Yeah, we might’ve just sat there all night if I hadn’t decided
to go first,” I said. “We were watching a movie with a lot of
kissing and stuff. So, I leaned in and pressed my lips to
Sarah’s. It wasn’t that big of a deal ... until I said we needed
to use our tongues like they were doing in the movie.”
“Then it got really hot,” Sarah added. “I think we were both
hooked at that first tongue kiss. We kissed like that for a good
while.”
“We got pretty good at it,” I told Jennifer. Sarah nodded. I
continued, “Then we watched a scene in the movie where this man
put his hand inside this woman’s blouse and felt her up. So, we
decided to see how it felt. We took our tops and bras off and
played with each other’s tits.”
“Before long, we took off our shorts and panties and took turns
rubbing each other’s pussy,” Sarah told her. “We had to stop when
my parents got home.”
I didn’t dare tell Jennifer that the first time I had gone all
the way with a girl was the following week with Sarah’s mom, and
not Sarah. And that Sarah had already done things with Julie and
her parents before that.
“It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that we actually started
going down on each other,” I added. “With me involved in
cheerleading and everything else, we didn’t get to have sex very
often. But I knew after that first time that I was hooked.”
“Me, too,” Sarah stated. “We gave each other the best orgasms. I
don’t know if it was just because we were two girls getting each
other off or not, but I knew I loved being with Mel, and doing it
with her.”
“Gawd,” Jennifer exclaimed. “I wish I’d had someone to experiment
with like that.”
“Well, we can experiment together ... if you want?” I offered,
already excited about the idea.
“How do you mean?” she asked.
“We can start doing threesomes together,” I wickedly smiled.
“Say you will,” Sarah excitedly said, almost begging her. “There
is so much we can do together.”
“You really want to include me?” she asked, but she already knew
the answer. Her growing smile showed it.
“We insist,” I said, grabbing her and pulling her to us.
The three of us sat on our legs on my bed facing each other. Our
knees were touching. Sitting like this, we took turns kissing
each other, letting our hands explore, caressing breasts and
playing with nipples.
As the intimacy grew, so did the passion in our kisses. Soft
kisses turned into tongue fucking each other’s mouth. Eventually
all three of our mouths were together as we scrunched up even
closer to each other. Being this close, we played with each
other’s butt cheeks, too. I had a hand on each of their sexy
asses, squeezing and massaging the firm tight flesh.
Jennifer was the first to drop her head to suck on one of Sarah’s
nipples. She used her hand to cup Sarah’s breast, gently
squeezing causing her nipple to stand out even more. She bathed
it with her tongue before sucking it firmly. Sarah’s soft moans
encouraged Jennifer even more, swapping to the other nipple to
give it the same treatment.
I slipped around behind Jennifer as she continued to lean down. I
reached beneath her and took her nipples between my fingers,
pinching and pulling them, rolling the hardened tips between my
thumbs and forefingers. I rubbed my tits gently along her back,
my nipples hard and pointy.
Jennifer then pushed Sarah onto her back, with her legs still
folded beneath her. Sarah’s gymnastics lessons were definitely
paying off. Her body was as flexible as most any cheerleader. Her
sexy pussy was obscenely exposed to Jennifer’s gaze. She touched
it with her fingers, gently exploring her lips and clit. She
toyed with Sarah’s opening, wigging the tip of her finger in her
wet opening.
When Jennifer’s tongue touched her cunt, Sarah moaned with her
head thrown back. Jennifer took her time, lightly licking every
delicate pink spot of her sex. Sarah moaned again, propping
herself up on her elbows to watch her newest lover explore her
pussy in detail. I couldn’t see Jennifer’s face, but from Sarah’s
gaze it appeared they were looking deeply into the other’s eyes.
The lust on Sarah’s face was intense, and Jennifer was doing
everything to make that lust grow even more. It was wild watching
her with Sarah. She had been so nervous the first time with me. I
had been her first. She clearly was more relaxed with Sarah,
enjoying her second girl lover. It was only moments later that
Sarah’s body became tense along with her groaning loudly as she
came. Sarah’s hand reached for the back of Jennifer’s head,
pulling her tightly to her pussy as she collapsed on her back and
rode out her orgasm.
As Jennifer continued pushing Sarah to another orgasm, I pulled
away from Jennifer and excused myself for a moment as I left my
bedroom. I went to my parents’ closet and borrowed Mom’s strap-
on. As I started to leave, I remembered to grab a small bottle of
lube that I saw.
Returning to my bedroom, Jennifer had slid up Sarah’s body,
embracing her as they deeply kissed. She had let Sarah straighten
out her legs. I was able to get back to the bed without Jennifer
seeing what I had. Sarah saw me though, and her eyes widened as I
fitted myself with the strap-on. I then moved onto the bed. The
attachment on the strap-on wasn’t very long or thick, but it
wasn’t small either.
I slipped up between Jennifer’s legs, and reached between hers
and Sarah’s bodies in order to lift her up into a kneeling
position. Up until now, I would have licked her ass or pussy when
behind her like this. But this time, I nudged the end of the
dildo in between her pussy lips.
“What are you doing?” she quickly asked. The distress was clear
in her voice.
“Shhh, relax,” I softly replied, attempting to soothe her. “I’m
going to girlie fuck you, chica. I’m going to be the first in
your pussy like this.”
“So, who wants to be a real boy now?” Jennifer joked and giggled.
I snorted and popped her butt cheek. Sarah asked what that meant.
Jennifer and I simultaneously told her we would explain later.
Jennifer’s body relaxed, waiting for me to fuck her for the first
time. She was even wiggling her hips a little as I rubbed the tip
of the strap on along her cunt. Being a lesbian, she had to feel
awkward though. Even I felt awkward. I had never done this
before. Mrs. Clark had fucked me with hers though. I decided to
just enjoy being on the other end of things this time.
Slowly I eased the fake cock inside her. She groaned as it slid
easily into her depths. I held it inside her, my hips pressed
against her butt. So this is what a boy felt when fucking me
doggie style. Just as slowly, I withdrew leaving just the first
inches inside.
“Fuck me, Mel,” Jennifer urged, which piqued Sarah’s interest as
she slid back until she was sitting so she could look over
Jennifer to see the length of the dildo.
Sarah then joked, “You don’t look like any boy I’ve ever seen.”
I gave her my best sour face.
“But I bet I can fuck better than most of them,” I confidently
replied, pushing firmly back inside Jennifer.
I got into a good rhythm with her, moving my hips to catch her at
different angles, holding it deep in her as I made short quick
thrusts before pounding her with long strokes. Her grunts and
groans were all I needed to hear to know I was hitting the right
spots.
As I continued fucking her, Jennifer pushed Sarah’s legs until
they were folded and wide open so she could once again lick her
pussy. However, she quickly learned how difficult it could be to
keep your mouth where you wanted while getting fucked from
behind.
Jennifer finally came as I fucked her very hard and fast.
“Fuck me!!!” she squealed out over and over. I kept a steady pace
with my hard stabs into her.
When she seemed to be winding down, I held myself deep in her. I
was sweating and panting. The base of the dildo had felt good
against my clit, but it wasn’t enough to get me off. However, I
felt proud that I could fuck Jennifer into a long hard orgasm.
I then sat back on my haunches. Jennifer twisted around, cupping
her still throbbing pussy.
“That belongs to your Mom?” Jennifer asked.
As soon as she finished asking it, she grimaced and said, “Oh
shit. I’m sorry, Mel!”
“What?” I asked, puzzled for a moment. Then I realized what she
was upset about.
“Don’t worry, girl. Sarah knows my mom is bisexual.”
‘You do?” she asked, twisting her head to look back at Sarah.
“Yeah. It’s why Mel and I can do stuff here without worrying.
“That’s so cool,” Jennifer said, turning her head to look back at
me. “I wish I could do this at my house without worrying about my
parents.”
Jennifer then looked back at Sarah, and asked, “Do your parents
know about you as well?”
Sarah looked at me before answering, “She knows my parents know
about me.”
Sarah then looked down at Jennifer.
“My parents know, too. My mom is also bisexual.”
Jennifer shook her head, half laughing. “Wouldn’t it be wild if
my mother was into women as well, and Dad didn’t care?” she
asked, more wishful thinking than an actual question, I figured.
The problem was that I knew the answer, and I didn’t like hiding
it from her.
Jennifer and Sarah took turns using the strap-on with each other.
I even re-enacted what Jennifer had done when Peter had fucked me
doggie style the day before. The only thing I hated about it was
that I would have preferred the dildo to be a real cock.
The bed sheets were a jumbled mess after wearing ourselves out.
We finally settled down, lying together in a pile relaxing. I was
still wearing the harness after using it on Sarah again, with the
fake cock sticking up in the air.
Jennifer asked me while watching me holding the rubber cock in my
hand, “I can’t believe you fucked me with your mom’s strap-on!”
“Believe it, girl. And just think, it’s probably been used by my
mother to fuck other pussies.”
“Gawd. I just can’t picture your mother fucking other people with
it!”
Sarah suppressed a grin, but couldn’t stop from blushing at least
a little. Fortunately for her, Jennifer was looking at me.”
I held the dildo attachment in my hand. “You’re just one of
possibly many who have had this fake cock stuffed in their pussy
... and probably even a few butts as well,” I said to shock her.
She then tried to shock me, “Remember, chica. Sarah and I fucked
your hot little pussy with it, too.”
I acted embarrassed, making Sarah laugh at me. I hoped I was more
convincing to Jennifer.
“I want to use it in your butt sometime,” Jennifer then added
grinning, trying to rattle me even more. She glanced up at Sarah,
and added, “Your sexy butt too, chica.”
Gawd I loved how bold she was becoming! The three of us together
were going to be like peas and carrots and ... whatever else.
Sarah replied to Jennifer, “We’ll have to make time for a butt
fucking party soon.” We all giggled at the idea.
We talked a little more together. We agreed to be a threesome
whenever we could, but I also encouraged the two of them to get
together, too ... if only just to hang out as friends. Sarah
appeared to have taken a real liking to Jennifer.
I told the two of them, “I’m glad you chicas are hitting it off.”
“It’s easy. Jennifer reminds me a lot of you, Mel ... just
without the boy fetish,” Sarah replied, causing all of us to
start giggling.
Jennifer was turning out to be rather bold and daring at times.
Looking at the three of us I was reminded of Colleen, Doris, and
my mom. Sarah was definitely more like her mother. She liked
fooling around and being a big part of things, but she wasn’t
quite as daring as Doris or Mom.
I was deep in thought about the three of us when Jennifer looked
down on me, where the strap-on was sticking straight up.
“Mel, you seriously look weird with a cock,” she said.
Sarah hit the dildo with her hand, causing it to flop back and
forth.
All three of us were giggling when Mom interrupted us suddenly
standing in my bedroom door.
“Melissa, you need to start getting ready or we’re going to be
late for your photo session. And remember, the photographer is
doing this as a favor.”
“Shit ... Sorry, Mom.” I apologized. “Damn it, I need to wash my
hair and do my makeup and ...”
“You first need to take something else off, young lady.” Mom
looked at me rather sternly. She was none too pleased that I had
not asked her if I could borrow her strap-on.
We all three got red-faced as I mumbled apologies to her.
“Get moving, missy.” Mom stood and watched me as I fumbled with
the straps around my waist.
All I could do was mumble, “Oh, shit, shit, shit ...”
I finally had that friggin thing off and put it underneath my
bed.
Sarah grabbed my hand, “Chill out, princess. Jennifer and I will
help to get you looking beautiful for your handsome prince.”
I started to stick my tongue out at her when Mom, seemingly
calmed down added, “I’m sure between all of us that we’ll have
Mel ready for her close-up with Mr. DeMille.”
“Huh?” The three of us replied at the same time, then looking at
each other.
“You don’t know about Gloria Swanson and the famous line from
...” she said as I looked at her puzzled. “Oh, never mind,” she
gruffed. “Just hurry up and get in the shower.”
“Is the photographer’s name ‘Mr. DeMille’?” Sarah asked me, as we
dashed to the bathroom.
“Fuck if I know.”
Jennifer shook her head like she didn’t have a clue either. We
ended up just shrugging at each other as I got ready to get in
the shower.
I knew I had to be fast. So, I spread some bodywash all over and
scrubbed myself.
I quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair and stepped out. Both
girls were ready with towels to dry me off. After that, Sarah
went to work on my hair, knowing pretty much how I wanted it.
Jennifer went to work on my makeup.
“Maybe Mom’s talking about Cruella’s husband.” I suggested.
“That’s Cruella de Vil, silly,” Sarah replied. “And Cruella
didn’t have a husband. She had Jasper and Horace to kick around.”
I felt like such a dork.
“And it was Glen Close who played her in the movie, not Gloria
Whatsherface,” Jennifer added.
“Gloria Swanson,” I corrected her.
“Whatever.”
I shut my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off the
lesbian who was in love with me. Especially as she got me ready
to have a picture made for a boy. I would probably end up looking
like a clown. She would probably make my nose look like a penis
thingie.
Both of them took brief opportunities to playfully touch me as
well. Jennifer had my nipples poking out, while Sarah played with
my butt some. In no time though, they had me ready.
Mom appeared at the bathroom door ready to dress me. She had
picked out a white bra and g-string panties, and one of my nicer
tops and a skirt instead of the usual shorts I wore during the
summer. After making sure I had no wardrobe malfunctions, Mom
left and went downstairs, as Jennifer and Sarah did their final
touches to my hair and make-up.
I felt like a star the whole time. Maybe that Gloria Swanson
chica was an old movie star. Mom liked watching flicks from the
olden days with Grandma. Mr. DeMille was probably some pervert
photographer who liked taking her picture.
******
I went downstairs escorted by my two best friends. It felt odd
walking around dressed up with two naked girls at my side.
“I think she’s ready,” Mom smiled. “Thank you, girls, for
helping.”
“Anytime, Mrs. Livingston,” they both replied, grinning.
Mom took a long look at me. “Whatcha think? Can I take her to the
studio looking like this?”
“I think she looks great.” Jennifer and Sarah broke into giggles
as they answered in unison.
“I do, too,” Mom said. “Jennifer, you need to get dressed,
please. I’ll take you home on our way to the photo studio.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Livingston.” She hurried upstairs.
Mom pulled Sarah into a hug and they kissed deeply. They weren’t
shy around me anymore.
“Wish I had time to have some fun with you,” Mom softly told her.
I looked around the room, feeling a bit like a third wheel. I
didn’t really mind them being affectionate in front of me. I just
wasn’t completely used to it yet.
“Jamie is here to keep me entertained,” Sarah reminded her.
Mom sighed. “We’ll have to get together soon, honey. I’d so like
to spend a night with you.” She brushed over Sarah’s hair.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
Just then Jennifer came down the stairs fully dressed. Mom and
Sarah quickly drew apart.
“Alright, everybody, let’s go.” Mom was suddenly in a hurry.
******
Jennifer and I sat in the back seat as Mom drove us to her house
to drop her off. Sarah stayed home with Jamie. I was sure he was
going to enjoy hearing Sarah tell her about the threesome while
he fucked her.
I looked at Jennifer. “Thanks for coming over and spending the
night.”
“I had a great time,” she grinned and shyly blushed. I took her
hand and in mine and held it.
“Me, too.”
Mom told her while looking in the mirror, “You’re welcome to come
over anytime, honey.”
“Thanks, Mrs. Livingston.”
“Also, if you want to just talk to me, give me a call if you’re
not already over here.”
“I will.”
“And, Jennifer, let me know if you want me to help you talk to
your mom.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Good, here we are.”
******
I had never been to her house. It looked nice. I now wished I had
made the effort to come over sometime last school year.
Mom rang the doorbell.
“Hi, Andrea. Melissa. Come on in.”
“Sorry, Janet. We have to run. Melissa has an appointment at a
photo studio at one. So unfortunately we can’t stay.”
“I understand. You sure look beautiful, Melissa. Hope your
pictures come out great, too.”
“I do too. They are for Peter. It’s his birthday today.”
Mrs. Preston chuckled. “Oh puppy love is so sweet.”
“Well, it’s more than puppy love, Janet,” my mom said wryly.
My mouth dropped open as I stared at Mom.
“We hate to run,” Mom told Mrs. Preston. “I’ll call you later,
okay?”
“I don’t have anything planned. So anytime is fine,” she replied.
“Bye, ladies!”
We got in the car and Mom drove off rather fast.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Jennifer’s parents ...” I started and paused.
“Ah. You’re worried about them?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, you know they want to spend time with me.”
“I know. And just so that you know, I’ll be talking to Janet
tonight and will tell her how things went between you and
Jennifer. And also with Sarah.”
“Oh.”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
I had to think about it for a second. “I guess not. Do you think
the Prestons will want to have sex with me soon?”
“It’s a distinct possibility. I told you that they’re thinking
about becoming more involved with us.”
“You mean the Rayners, Clarks, Walcotts, and us?”
“And maybe some others,” Mom added.
“Like who?”
“People you’ll meet, or eventually get to know better.”
“No names?”
“They have names,” she teased me.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at her. Unlike before though, I
knew she wasn’t trying to hide things. She enjoyed shocking me. I
could live with that.
“Now that you and Sarah have hit it off so well with Jennifer,
they may want to find out how they feel about getting even more
involved than they’d planned on.”
“Like sex with my friends ... like Sarah?”
“I think so. And since Janet broke the ice with you, I’m sure
they’ll try taking things further with you first.”
We were quiet for a moment.
“Mom?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“When you talk to Mrs. Preston tonight, can you ask her to not do
stuff with me that really hurts? I sorta already know the kind of
stuff she does with Mrs. Walcott.”
“I should’ve figured as much. Just how much do you know?”
“Not a whole lot ... other than being tied up and whips and
shit.”
Mom snorted. “It’s not just whips and shit.”
“That’s what scares me,” I said, trepidation clearly in my voice.
“So, you don’t want to experiment with some new things you’ve
never done?”
“It’s not that ...”
“What if I tell her that you’re interested, but to go slowly with
you?”
“That’s cool, I guess, as long as it’s not real pain.”
“Honey, don’t worry about the Prestons hurting you. I trust them.
I’m sure you’ll have fun with them. You’ll like their unique way
of enjoying sex.”
“They’re unique way? You call a butt whooping a ‘unique way’?”
“There’s a whole lot more to it than just ‘butt whoopings’. I
don’t want to spoil it by telling you too much. Anticipation is
part of the fun.”
“Has Mrs. Preston done any of those things with you or Daddy?”
Mom blushed. “We have tried a few things.”
I looked at her expectantly but I realized quickly that she
wasn’t going to tell me anything else. I was confidant I would
find out later after I had been over to the Prestons.
I sat quietly for a minute, remembering what Peter had told me he
had seen down in the Walcott basement that day.
“Mom, there is one other thing ...”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t want to hide stuff from Jennifer ... not when it
involves her family. We’re becoming best friends. I don’t want
the same thing to happen again.”
“Like what happened with Sarah?”
“Yeah, I mean it really hurt my relationship with Sarah until
everything came out in the open between me and her.”
“And you think the same might happen between you and Jennifer?”
“Yep. I know it would. She’ll get mad at me when she finds out
about me and her parents. She’ll also be like Sarah and hide what
she’s doing with you from me, afraid I’ll get mad at her.”
“But I’m not having sex with Jennifer.”
“Mom, please. We both know you will be before much longer.”
“I won’t hide it from you though. That’s partly why I talked with
her the way I did this morning ... telling her I’m bisexual ...
and I’m open to doing things with her if and when she wants.”
“Mom, you can seduce her better than that!”
“You want me to seduce her like Sarah?”
“My bestest lesbian friend deserves the bestest girlie
seduction.”
“You only have one lesbian friend.”
“That means she really deserves it.”
“Your logic is impeccable.”
“Would I be impertinent if I said something snotty now?”
“Insolent would be the better word.”
“Gawd, Mom!”
“You ought to know what each word means by now,” she replied,
grinning at me.
“So do you understand my concern?” I asked her.
“You better sum it up for me.”
“Okay then. Here it is ... So, you give her a world class ‘mother
seducing her daughter’s best friend’ seduction, and she’ll know I
know about it because I’ll tell her I know ... but I’ll have to
hide from her what I’m doing with her parents if I do anything
else with them because she doesn’t know about her parents.
Eventually she finds out what I’m doing on her own and hates me.
Then I’ll blame you for everything. See the problem?”
“Yes, I do. But now I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“Because I actually understood all of that.”
I did the quick eye rollie thing.
“What are you gonna do about it though?” I asked.
“So, it’s up to me to find a solution?”
“Mom, you’re good at this stuff.”
“What stuff?”
“Secrets and stuff. Remember, you’re the mentor. And I don’t want
to mess things up for everybody.”
She sighed. “I’ll figure something out.”
“I think you should be ‘Mom of the Year’ or something,” I told
her, smiling. She just chuckled at me.
I then said, “Oh, and while we’re at the photographer, why don’t
you get a picture made for Peter as well? Then he’d have both of
his best girls on his nightstand.”
“Who says I’m his other best girl?”
“Mother, please,” I replied, rolling my eyes while smiling at
her. She grinned. I hope Peter knows how lucky he is that I’m
willing to share him with a much more experienced version of me.
“You don’t mind?” she asked.
I thought about it for a second. I answered her softly, “I think
I like you being his other best girlfriend.”
Mom didn’t say anything.
“I love you, Mom!”
She looked at me for a second. “And I love you very much, my baby
girl. Thanks for trusting me with your boyfriend. I really
appreciate that.”
******
Mom pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping center that I
had never been to.
“Here we are,” she said, as I stared at the place.
As we entered the photo studio a bell chimed. We were a few
minutes early. The place looked nice. The photos on display
looked really good.
A tall and slender pretty lady about Mom’s age came into the
reception area from the back.
“Hi, Andrea. How are you?”
“Just fine. Thanks, Lori, for squeezing us in.”
The Lori lady stepped up to Mom and acted like she was about to
embrace, but then stepped back and looked at Mom kinda
questioningly. Mom suddenly laughed.
“It’s okay, Lori. Mel knows about things.”
What things did I know about? Mom then stepped up to this Lori
lady, took her in her arms and kissed her fully on her lips.
Lori’s arms went around Mom as she got into the kiss as well.
They drew apart. “It’s been a while. Hasn’t it, Andrea?”
“Too long. Greg has been working so much ...”
Lori came over to me and hugged me as well. Her lips met mine. I
was too surprised to pull back.
“Nice to meet you, Melissa, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“You have?” I answered, astonished that she supposedly knew me so
well. I must have looked surprised as well. Both Mom and Lori
laughed at me.
Lori put a hand on my shoulder. “You know my daughter Anna. She
was cheerleading with you last year. She hated that you quit.”
What the fuck? I looked at Mom. She bashfully smiled back.
“Anna knows your parents very well,” she added. “She really wants
to be closer friends with you also.”
I looked again at Mom, and she knew what I was thinking. Mom
blushed furiously and turned away. Anna was the flyer in my stunt
group last year! She was so cute and so sweet. And she had been
in bed with my parents? She had never led on anything about that.
I was so stunned. I would have to ask Mom about it.
A tall, handsome man came up front.
“Hi, Livingston girls,” he cheerfully greeted us.
He gave Mom a quick hug and a kiss.
“Hi, Andy,” Mom said, her face still a little flushed.
“Well, finally I get to meet your daughter that you have kept
from us for so long. Hi, Melissa. I’m André Taylor. But everybody
calls me Andy.”
He hugged me and I felt like I was being swallowed up by a bear.
“So you want your picture taken?”
“Yes, sir, I do. It’s a gift for my boyfriend. It’s his birthday
today.”
“Terrific idea! These spontaneous ideas keep the bread on our
table.”
He had a booming voice that filled the room.
“I suspect I also know why the rush, too. Is he a new boyfriend?”
I blushed. Mom had told the Taylors quite a bit, I suspected.
“Yes, sir. He’s my first boyfriend” I replied. “I want something
really cool for him.”
“I take it you mean cool as in hot?” he slyly smiled while
asking. I bit my bottom lip in reply.
“Mel would like to look sexy, but not in a slutty way, Andy,” Mom
told him.
“I understand. Let’s go back into the studio. Lori, will you
check her make-up, please. Andrea, you’re welcome to come back
here with us.”
There was a make-up table and Lori asked me to sit down in front
of it. She fussed with some powder that she applied to my face.
She explained that otherwise my face would come out shiny on the
photos and that they wouldn’t look good then.
I could see the actual shooting area, where Mr. Taylor was
setting up the lights and the background.
He talked Mom up most of the time. No wonder he did a favor for
her. I’m sure he would have liked to take all kinds of pictures
of her. Or had he already? I was trying not to be jealous, but he
just went on and on with Mom about this and that, touching her
arm and stuff. She definitely had his attention. Another thing I
had to talk to her about.
Mr. Taylor’s voice boomed over to us. “Come on back when you’re
ready.”
I got up and walked into the shooting area. He asked me to sit on
a kind of stool. I had to watch my skirt which was kinda short
and kept riding up my legs. I had to be careful or he could see
all the way to my panties. And those g-strings didn’t cover a
lot. Was that the reason, Mom had picked out this skirt and these
panties for me to wear?
Then he made me get up again and adjusted the height of the
stool. He was nice to me, saying how much I looked like MY MOM.
Fucking hell! Just take Mom’s picture, for fucks sake! I bit my
lip though and gave him a pass. Right then, a favor for Mom was a
favor for me.
He fiddled with everything a little more and then took a first
shot. He looked at a monitor.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s looking good.”
He complimented me for being photogenic, that it was easy to pose
me. He was starting to win me over.
“So, now let’s get to the serious stuff,” he said looking very
determined.
Suddenly he turned totally professional. No more chatting, just
instructions for me how to pose. Mom and Lori were watching
silently. I think he actually forgot Mom was there, at least for
a few minutes. He really took his time with me, got me to do
different poses, but he didn’t seem quite satisfied.
“That’s not really it yet. Let’s try something different.
Melissa. Think you can push your top off your left shoulder?”
Mom came over to help. I got my arm out of the cut-out and I
draped my top to cover my bra.
“Can you push her bra strap down, too?” Again Mom helped me to
get the strap off my arm.
Suddenly I felt kinda wicked. “Mr. Taylor, do you want me to take
my top and bra off?”
Mom audibly sucked in her breath. Mr. Taylor’s laughter filled
the room again.
“Well, sweetie, I definitely would like to take pictures of you
like that. But not now, and not here. I do like to stay in
business. It keeps my family eating.”
Well that cleared things up. He probably did pictures like that.
Did he have a studio in his home where he took porn pics?
He had me put my left foot on the rung of the stool, and lean
with my left elbow on my leg. Then I was to make a fist and rest
my chin on it. He had Mom push my top and bra strap on my right
side down some and then he snapped away.
After he took a couple of pictures, he came over and basically
grabbed my breast with his hand, situating my top a little. I
glanced over at Mom, who just grinned at me. I was blushing.
“You look so cute when you’re blushing,” he said. Mom’s smile got
even bigger as I scrunched my lips and blushed profusely.
“I assume you’ve been told that before,” Mr. Taylor said to me,
chuckling. “But for now, no more blushing. Take a deep breath and
compose yourself ... and I won’t touch your lovely breast again.”
I giggled.
“I apologize, Melissa darling. Let’s take a moment to relax,” he
patiently replied, knowing he had caused everything. “We want the
perfect image of you for your boyfriend.”
He had me try several different expressions, and then suddenly
said, “Great, I think we’ve got it.”
I straightened out my clothes and Lori took Mom and me to a
larger monitor. Andy clicked through the first shots quickly. He
obviously didn’t like them.
When he got to the ones from my last pose, he slowed down. My
Gawd, these were terrific! That Taylor guy knew what he was
doing. Maybe I should let him take some nude shots of me. A girl
can never have enough professional quality nude pictures of
herself to show around. Right now, I had none.
“Would you maybe take some of me ...” I started.
“No way, Mel. No naked pictures. At least not today,” Mom
interrupted, smiling at me. How come she knew what I was thinking
again?
We picked out the shot we all agreed looked the best. Mr. Taylor
clicked to get it printed.
“This is a high resolution special printer,” he explained. “So it
takes a little time.”
“Mom, can we look at some frames, please?”
We picked out an elegant silver-plated frame and Lori mounted the
picture in it. Mom had Mr. Taylor print another copy along with
copies of a few other poses for her and Daddy. She paid for
everything. I didn’t have to put out any money at all. And I
didn’t even have to beg or pretend I was broke! Sometimes Mom can
be super cool like that. I wasn’t going to tell Peter that
though. I might be a slut, but I didn’t want to be known as
cheap.
******
The next customer had come in, so they all behaved when we said
goodbye.
As we got in the car, “Before you start, Mel, please don’t ask
any questions. There are things I don’t have time to properly
discuss right now.”
I knew when not to aggravate her. So I just thanked Mom for
everything as we were on our way back home.
“You’re welcome, Mel,” she replied with a pleasant smile.
Obviously she had had fun doing this for me. I would have to
think up some other kind of emergency need in the near future.
School would be starting back before long. Maybe I could score
some new clothes I just had to have.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?”
“I used your strap-on with Jennifer and Sarah.”
“I know. I saw you wearing it. I didn’t think you were just
showing it off for them. Thanks for washing and putting it back
where you found it, too,” she said a little sarcastically.
“Oops,” I replied sheepishly. “But you know if I had my own ...”
“Is that why you put it under your bed, Melissa? So you would
have your own?”
“No. You interrupted us. I didn’t get a chance ...”
“So it’s my fault?”
This wasn’t going well.
“Melissa, we girls often joke about guys thinking with their
little heads. Having Jennifer and Sarah around to play with
should not cause your brains to drop into your clit.”
She was in full Mom mode now. Having her as both my mother and my
friend was like walking through a minefield. She was trying not
to blow up, but she wasn’t going to let me walk all over her
either without some consequences. I was also discovering that Mom
was a regular Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Dr. Jekyll was a lot more
fun, at least in the book.
“So, while I don’t mind you borrowing things, I also prefer that
you ask me ahead of time. Being impulsive is no excuse for
raiding my closet on a whim. I expect you to respect mine and
your father’s space.”
“I’m sorry, Mom.”
“And I like to think my things are in their place and clean ...
when I want use them.” She continued, “If I find my things under
your bed again, your borrowing privileges will be put on
restriction.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll wash it and put it up when I get home,” I
squeamishly replied, knowing I had lost this battle before it
began.
“I’d appreciate it ... especially after the money I just spent on
...” she let it hang. She was getting something for her money
after all. “Also, I don’t mind you borrowing my things, but I
expect you to respect that they are my things.”
“Okay, I suck,” I stated, smiling wryly at her.
“Don’t be pathetic, Melissa. You’re grown up enough to take an
ass chewing when you’ve fucked up. So, we are in agreement about
my stuff?
“Yes, ma’am.” I looked at her. “Mom, I’m sorry.”
“I’ll let it go this time, but consider yourself warned,” she
firmly stated. Then in a softer tone, “If you want to borrow
something, just let me know that you’re going to. I’m sure I
won’t mind.”
Then smiling wryly at her, I said, “But seriously though, if I
had my own ...”
“We’ll see,” she replied, scrunching her lips into a wicked
looking smile.
“Thanks, Mom,” I leaned over and hugged her. “Oh, and could you
maybe get me some ... uh ... anal lube sometime real soon?”
“Anal lube? Doris should have plenty.”
Oh, for fucks sake. She already knew Pastor Thomas had fucked my
ass. Isn’t any secret sacred?
I replied, “It’s not for tomorrow night ... but for later in the
week ...”
“For Peter?”
“I’ll be on my period.”
“And you’re going to give up your butt to him?”
“I don’t think he’s into blood yet ... but he is a Rayner ...
soooo ...” Mom giggled with me.
“You had this thought out last night when you asked me not to let
him have my ass?”
“Yeah, mostly,” I replied. “Okay?”
“Can I watch?” she casually asked.
I feigned being shocked. “Mother!” I then slyly answered, “Not
without the lube.”
******
I raced into the house anxious to show Sarah the portrait I had
selected to give Peter.
Walking into Jamie’s bedroom, I saw Jamie busy licking at Sarah’s
pussy. I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, causing
Jamie to notice me.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing, Jamie. You can see it later.”
Sarah and I giggled at him as Sarah pushed his head into her
pussy again.
I then leaned down and realized he was licking cum from her.
Surprised, I looked back at Sarah and raised my eyebrow at her.
She just grinned in reply. Saying nothing about it, I leaned back
up beside her and showed her the portrait.
“That is so sexy, girl! You look so good! Peter is going to love
it!”
“Thanks for giving me the idea,” I replied.
“It’s why you keep me around, chica. I have all the best ideas.”
“It’s not the only thing I keep you around for ...” I said,
leaning my head to glance back down at Jamie. He looked up and
stuck his tongue out at me. It really didn’t help his cause that
there was a small glob of his junk on his chin. But he was being
a good boyfriend, so I didn’t tease him anymore.
We all heard the front doorbell ring, followed by Mom yelling out
for me to go answer and see who was there.
“I guess I’m now the doorman around here,” I sighed.
“It’s probably my mom,” Sarah told me. “She’s taking me
shopping.”
“Well, aren’t you the special one,” I teased her.
“Melissa!” Mom cried out again. Obviously she was occupied in the
bathroom. So, I quickly made my way to the front door.
“Hi, Mrs. Clark,” I greeted her while opening the door.
“Hi, sweetie,” she replied as she walked in, hugging and kissing
me.
“Everyone is upstairs. Sarah is in Jamie’s room ...” I paused,
wondering if telling her she was getting her pussy cleaned out
would be considered ratting her out.
“I think I know what they’re doing, sweetie,” she chuckled.
“Well, Mom is in her bathroom. I know you don’t mind interrupting
a Livingston girl in one of those,” I grinned.
“Ahhh, some of my fondest memories ...” she joked.
“Mine too,” I more seriously replied, hugging her again.
“We need to make some more memories soon,” she said, rubbing my
butt.
“I’d like that,” I replied. “I have so much to talk to you about
as well.”
“We’ll get together very soon. There’s something I need to
discuss with your mom real quick though before I take Sarah
shopping.”
We walked upstairs together, talking a little.
“I hear Peter has a nice surprise in store for him tonight.”
“I hope he likes it,” I replied.
“I’m sure he will. Can I see it?”
We went into my room and I showed her the picture.
“Yes, very nice indeed. It sure shows what a sexy young lady
you’ve become. I hope I can get a copy of it myself. I know Bob
would love a copy, too.”
“Thanks. Mom had some extras made.”
“Great, I’ll ask her for one. And we’ll make time to spend
together very soon, too.”
“I’d like that. I miss both of you.”
“My husband keeps talking about you when we have sex. He likes to
describe what he would like to do with you. And what he would
like to show you about sex.”
“Seriously?”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re cool with that?”
“I’ve had some great orgasms from that,” she grinned.
“I’ve learned a lot of things lately.”
“I know. I’m also glad you and your mom are much closer.”
“I hope you and Sarah can be closer, too” She looked at me
curiously. I didn’t mean anything sexual by it, but apparently
she did. I then wondered if things had changed any between her
and Sarah now that so much was out in the open. Would the two of
them be as daring as me and Mom? I wondered what would’ve
happened between them if they had gone camping this past weekend
as well.
We left my room and stood at my parents’ bedroom door.
Kissing me softly, she said, “Would you let Sarah know I’ll be
ready to leave in about five minutes?”
“Yes, ma’am. Thanks, Mrs. Clark.”
“Oh, and Melissa ... it’s okay to call me Colleen, and my husband
Bob ... when it’s just us. I think we know each other well enough
now to drop the formalities.”
I bit my lip for a moment. “Thanks, Colleen. And you can call me
Mel,” I grinned. She chuckled a little at me, before saying, “Why
thanks, Miss Livingston.”
I stood and watched at Mom’s bedroom door as Mrs. Clark just let
herself into Mom’s bathroom. I couldn’t help laughing a little at
how familiar they were with each other. Sarah and I did a lot of
stuff like that, too. I was glad she wanted me to call her
Colleen now.
I went on back to Jamie’s room. Sarah and Jamie were cuddling.
Apparently he had finished cleaning her pussy.
“It’s your Mom, Sarah. She’s talking to my mom, but I think she’s
in a bit of a hurry. She said to be ready in about five minutes.”
Sarah quickly kissed Jamie. “Sorry, lover. I gotta run. I hope
you had as much fun as I did.”
Jamie grunted something unintelligible. Sarah laughed.
She hurried into the hall bathroom to clean up a little and get
dressed. We went downstairs to wait on our moms, leaving Jamie
sprawled naked on his bed. At least he had given her an
affectionate kiss goodbye. He looked like he needed some time to
recover. He had obviously given Sarah a good fucking while Mom
and I had been at the photographer. So, I didn’t give him any
grief.
As we sat on the couch together, I turned to Sarah and kissed her
deeply. “Your mom wants me to spend time with her and your
father.”
Sarah chuckled. “They’ve been talking about you not coming by
lately. Do you want to?”
I blushed a little and then grinned. “Yeah, we’ll have to find a
time that you can come over here to be with my parents when I go
over to be with yours. And this time we’d know about it, too.”
Sarah grabbed and kissed me again just as our moms were coming
downstairs.
“I’d like that,” she breathed into my ear.
Colleen smiled at Mom and said, “Isn’t it sweet? I remember when
we were that young and kissing.”
Mom chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t tell them all our
secrets, Colleen.”
She laughed. “Well, we’re off. Let’s go Sarah. Bye Melissa, see
you later, Andrea.”
I was definitely going to have to play catch-up with Sarah’s mom.
And I knew that Sarah wouldn’t mind too much.
******
After Colleen and Sarah had left, I quickly washed the strap-on
thoroughly. Mom’s bedroom door was open. She was sitting on her
bed folding some clothes.
“Thanks, Mel, I’ll put it back for you.” She smiled. As I handed
it to her together with the lube she pulled me to her and into
her lap. She hugged me for a while without saying anything. I
hugged her back resting my head on her shoulder.
Finally she moved me back from her a little so she could look at
my face. She had a big smile on her face. “I’m having fun doing
things with my friend Mel,” she said.
“It’s all I ever wanted, Mom,” I answered.
She kissed my forehead. “I know.”
“Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Were you and Colleen kissing a lot when you guys were mine and
Sarah’s age?”
“I guess we did. We did a lot of other things together, and
kissing was a big part of it.”
“Would you kiss in your rooms?”
“Yeah, and quite a few time we’d find a place outside where we
could be alone.”
“Like where?”
“You know about the small creek that runs through the woods on
Sarah’s grandparents’ property. We’d sneak down there and sit and
kiss each other for the longest time.”
“Did you get naked too?”
“Usually we just took off our tops and bra, and we’d kiss while
playing with each other’s tits. It usually ended with us slipping
down our pants and panties and licking each other until we came.
We didn’t dare get all the way naked in case someone happened to
show up.”
“You were afraid to get naked?”
“Well, Colleen was the one mostly scared. It would’ve most likely
been one of her parents catching us.”
“That sounds like fun though ... being outside naked when you’re
not supposed to be.”
“The best place to do something like that was in the Thompsons
barn. We’d get up in the hayloft and strip naked and kiss like
lovers for the longest time.”
“You never got caught?”
“A few times Colleen’s father came into the barn while we were in
there, but we’d get really quiet until he left.”
“All Sarah and I ever did in her grandparents’ hayloft was talk,”
I grumbled.
“Maybe next time will be different,” Mom smiled, knowing it
definitely would be.
“How did you and Colleen kiss back then?”
“Colleen?” she stated, looking at me a tad upset. Mom was all
about being respectful when it came to adults.
“She told me it was okay to call her Colleen, when it’s just me
and her. I thought it would be okay with you, too,” I replied,
grimacing, also hoping she wouldn’t object.
“That’s fine then,” she said, smiling again. Whew!
“So ... how did you guys kiss?” I asked again.
“We kissed like anyone else, I suppose. I could show you, if you
want?” I thought she was just trying to shock me, but I latched
onto the idea.
I thought about the first time Sarah and I had kissed. It had
been incredible, even though we kissed and made-out so much
better now.
“How about you show me how it was the first time you kissed.” I
suggested to Mom.
“The first time we kissed was in Colleen’s bedroom.”
“That’s cool. So how did it start?”
“We were sitting on her bed together, side by side.” I slipped
over beside Mom.
“What are you doing,” she asked me.
“You’re supposed to show me, not just tell me.”
Mom sorta rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was intrigued by
the idea of me pretending to be Colleen.
“We’d been talking about this boy in my class who had a big crush
on me. Colleen asked if he might be the first boy I would ever
kiss.”
“Was he?”
“As it turned out, he wasn’t. I never did kiss him.”
“Who was your first kiss?”
“Colleen.”
“Duh!” I groaned. She was playing dense on purpose just to tease
me. “I mean first kiss with a boy.”
“It was Colleen’s brother, Brandon.”
“And Colleen was your first girl kiss. So cool.”
I remembered Colleen telling me about doing things with her
brother. His had been the first hard cock she had ever seen. His
had been the first cock she had ever sucked as well.
“First romantic girl kiss,” Mom clarified.
“So how did it start?”
“It was awkward, to say the least. It was probably much like what
you and Sarah went through.”
“Show me,” I insisted.
She looked at me apprehensively at first. She knew I was pushing
her into something. She seemed conflicted at first before her
expression quickly changed.
“Turn a little toward me,” she instructed, as she did the same.
She then leaned in and touched my lips with hers. I tried to
sneak my tongue between her lips but she quickly pulled away.
“Mel, you have to pretend that you’ve never kissed before. Nobody
kisses with their tongue the first time.”
“Oh, okay,” I contritely replied.
“Let’s try it again,” she said, leaning to press her closed lips
to mine for a short time. It really was like the first time with
Sarah. It didn’t do a thing for me other than knowing it was Mom
doing it.
“That was lame,” I assessed.
“We both thought so, too. So we tried it again.”
This time when Mom pressed her lips to mine, she turned her head
a little and wiggled her lips against mine, and I did the same.
“That’s getting there,” I stated. “But I hope you guys did better
than that.”
“Did you and Sarah?”
“Yeah, after we watched a scene in a video in her bedroom.”
Mom looked at me curiously. I then clarified, “And it wasn’t a
porno.”
“We couldn’t watch any videos when we were twelve,” Mom stated.
“You kids have it so much better now.”
I played my invisible violin for her. She stuck her tongue out at
me, and tickled me for it, too. I started to mention I didn’t
have a TV or DVD player in my bedroom. Maybe I could push my
parents into getting me one this Christmas.
“When did Grandpa first get a video player?”
“He had a Super 8 projector for us to watch mostly home-made
videos while I was growing up. It wasn’t until I was in high
school that he bought a VCR. He and Mom would rent videos from a
store in town.”
“Pornos?” I grinned.
She just shook her head at me. “I thought we were talking about
girlie kissing?”
“You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” I asked, smiling at her. She
just stuck her tongue out at me again.
I decided to needle her a little. “So, was it you or Colleen who
figured out the tongue wasn’t just for sticking out to pooh-pooh
someone?”
She scrunched her lips at me before surprising me. “I did,” Mom
stated, and quickly leaned in to kiss me again, slipping her
tongue between my lips to touch my tongue before just as quickly
pulling back away from me.
Kissing her mom like that would very likely make any other girl
disgusted. It just made me tingle all over. We had kissed a
number of different times over the past week. It still felt like
the first time though.
“How did Colleen react?” I asked after I finally found my voice.
“She reacted the same as you did ... somewhat shocked and out of
breath.”
“I’m still getting used to ... this.”
“Kissing me?”
“Well, yeah ... and not like with my mom.”
“I have to get used to it as well,” Mom admitted.
“So, what else did you and Colleen do that first time?”
“We got more into tongue kissing ... and touching each other,”
Mom said. “Is that what happened with you and Sarah?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, blushing a little. Although I was sure Sarah
had already given her a kiss by kiss replay.
“Will you show me how it was with you and Colleen when you
started seriously making out?” I asked her, almost pleading.
“Will you tell me if it is like what happened with you and
Sarah?”
“Sure,” I excitedly replied.
Mom leaned into me, aggressively pressing her open mouth to mine.
Her tongue played with mine before she began sucking on it. Her
hand moved behind and cradled my head as the intensity of our
kissing increased. She then pushed me back on the bed, covering
my body with hers.
It was still an awkward feeling having her body against mine.
After all, she was my mother. But the excitement of her on top of
me like that more than offset any concern I had. Her free hand
moving over my breast, gently rubbing, playing with me, was like
an electric jolt to my body. I was in lust with her. The fact
that she was my mother made it all the more exciting. When she
had me like this, she could do with me anything she wanted.
I broke the kiss for a moment. “Is this what you two really did?”
I asked as she quickly pressed her lips urgently to mine again,
and then just as quickly pulled back.
“Yes, except we had our tops and bras off,” she huskily replied.
She lifted me up, grabbed the bottom of my top and aggressively
pulled it up and off of me, dropping it on the floor beside the
bed.
She immediately reached behind me to unfasten my bra, taking it
off and letting it fall to the floor to join my top. She leaned
up and pulled her top off. She also removed her bra, tossing them
both to the floor as well, before diving back down on me.
Her hand moved back to my breast, squeezing it again, letting her
hand close until her fingers surrounded only my nipple, causing
it to really poke out. She moved her mouth down to it, licking
across it a few times before circling it with her soft wet lips,
gently nursing on it, before squeezing her lips tightly and
pulling it away from me. She moved to the other and did pretty
much the same.
“What did Colleen do when you did that?” I breathlessly asked.
“Next she did it to me,” she huskily answered.
I pushed Mom over onto her back, surprising her a little, and
kissed her deeply like I envisioned Colleen would do, playing
with one of her breasts like she had done with mine. I then used
my mouth on her nipple. Mom didn’t lie there passively though.
She moved her hand to hold my head to her as I used my mouth on
each of her nipples - sucking, nibbling, and pulling them with my
lips. Her moans told me everything she was feeling. Her other
hand rubbed sensuously up and down my flank.
Her hand holding my head became entangled in my hair, keeping me
at her breasts, enjoying what I was doing to her. She had breast
fed me as a baby. I wasn’t a baby anymore though. I wasn’t after
milk either. I writhed my body against hers as I made love to her
breasts. It seemed to turn her on even more.
My legs had been sprawled between hers, until she hooked her legs
over mine to pull me tighter to her body. Her free hand moved
down my back and pulled my skirt up to uncover my bare ass
cheeks. She grabbed one of them firmly and squeezed it, pulling
me even tighter to her, causing me to moan into her tit,
squeezing the nipple even harder with my lips.
My breasts pressed into her tummy, with each little movement by
either of us causing my hard nipples to brush against her soft
warm skin. Every sensation I was experiencing was incredible and
felt like the first time.
I slid my hand down between us and underneath the waistband of
her shorts, my fingers moving through her neatly trimmed bush to
her pussy. That surprised her. She raised her hips up, untangled
her legs from mine, and pushed her shorts and panties partially
down her legs as my fingers touched and played with her wet slit.
She then turned us both to our sides, pulling my skirt higher and
my panties down to my knees. I bent my legs back and pulled my g-
string completely off, dropping it beside us.
Mom pressed her fingers against my bare pussy - touching,
rubbing, exploring. I was just as wet as she was. I tingled all
over thinking about this woman being my mother. She wasn’t doing
anything Colleen, Doris, and others hadn’t. But this was so
completely different. I was sure she was feeling much the same
knowing the pussy she was fingering belong to her only daughter.
It was a thrill that we could only experience with each other. We
both played with and rubbed each other with abandon.
She leaned in, putting her nipple close to my mouth. I sucked on
it as I pushed two fingers inside her, fucking her with them. The
palm of my hand was also rubbing against her clit. She began to
cum almost immediately. She then pushed me over on my back and
repeated what I had done to her. Her fingers touched all the
right spots on and inside me. She wasn’t gentle as she finger
fucked me, knowing it would make me cum even more intensely. Mom
covered my mouth with hers as I came. It became another intense
kiss as she rode me through my orgasm.
As I began to relax, she laid her head on my chest, kissing it
softly.
“Mom?”
“Yes, baby girl?” she replied, lifting her head.
“Is that what you and Colleen really did the first time?”
“No,” she almost embarrassingly admitted.
“So you lied to me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re an excellent liar,” I told her, grinning, and then
kissing her nose. “You can lie to me anytime you want.”
She snorted, and then kissed my nose.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Mom said after a few moments.
“I think we’re long passed that point, Mom” I observed, moving my
fingers to lightly rub one of her hard nipples.
She gently took my hand away and held it. “I’m your mother. I
need to draw a line and learn to live with it. For both of us.”
I sensed real regret in her voice. She was really struggling with
what we had done. I began to really understand just how seriously
conflicted she was about having sex with her own daughter. This
time, I hadn’t really pushed her. I thought we would playfully
kiss some and that would be it. She was the one who had pulled my
top off and sucked my tits. I didn’t help matters by pushing my
hand into her shorts.
“You weren’t ever going to do stuff like this with me?”
“No.”
“What changed your mind?”
“I didn’t change my mind. I just can’t seem to resist you ...
doing stuff like this with you.”
Wow. I was shocked she admitted that to me.
“Mom, I’m cool with everything.”
“You’re cool with it because it feels so good right now.”
“You act like it won’t feel good later,” I replied.
“You may not feel good about ME later ... especially if I don’t
start living with the boundaries I make.”
I wasn’t sure how to reply. She was obviously struggling with all
the things we had done over the past five days. She probably
thought she was molesting me. I didn’t see it that way at all. I
squeezed and fondled her hand affectionately. I didn’t know what
else I could do to ease her concerns.
She then leaned up.
“You need to scoot on to your room and rest a little for
tonight.”
“Mom,” I quickly said, getting her attention. “I’m cool with
everything that has happened, including just now.”
“I figured you would be,” she replied. “That’s a big part of the
problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll do what I ask you. I know it. We both know it.”
I slid closer to her, hugging her.
I told her, “I’ll do it because you do know when to stop. You
won’t let me hurt myself. You won’t hurt me. I know that.”
“That makes one of us,” Mom said, laughing softly.
“I don’t know what all you did when you were my age ... but I
think you know exactly what I can live with,” I told her, kissing
her cheek. “And Mom, I liked it not just because it felt good. It
felt good with Jennifer and with Sarah, too. But with you it’s
even more special because I really do love you.”
Mom looked at me intently. Our eyes locked together. I think in
that moment she finally came to terms with things. Like mother,
like daughter. She knew me. She knew herself. She knew exactly
where the line needed to be drawn. She knew not to use a
permanent marker though. Her soft smile told me that much. The
thing was I didn’t know where that line was in her mind at any
given moment. She had the benefit of experience. At that moment,
I didn’t really want to know either. I was going to let her be my
mentor. She would slow me down when I needed it.
I kissed her before I got off her bed, grabbed my top and bra
from the floor, and started to go to my room to crash for a
while. In the hallway, I remembered I left my panties on the bed.
I walked back and stopped at the door. Mom was holding them in
her hand, pressing them against her mouth and nose. I shuddered
as I took in the scene. She was lost in her lust ... for me! I
quietly turned away and went to my room.
Lying on my bed, I thought about reading some in Mom’s diary, but
I was getting excited about Peter’s birthday dinner. Knowing the
Rayners as I did, nothing was going to surprise me, though. I
thought about telling Peter what was going on between me and Mom.
Gawd, I was becoming just like him and his family. The thought
made me smile and tremble.
I held my fingers to my nose, the ones that had been inside my
mom’s pussy. I liked the slightly musty smell. It was Mom’s
smell. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers, tasting a little
of her juices. I wondered if she was feeling the same excitement
I was at that moment while still lying on her own bed ... while
smelling my pussy on her fingers and in my panties. Would she
also lick her fingers to taste my juices again like she had last
night?
(continued in chapter 38)
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