8 comments/ 141651 views/ 61 favorites Boundaries Ch. 01 By: _mal_ I blinked at Kaylee a few times, only approaching half-awake. My darling daughter slunk into my bedroom on her quiet feet to ask me to make her favorite breakfast. She seemed to appear out of nowhere a lot. Weren't teenagers supposed to be clumsy, ignorant of their surrounds from all that pure self-absorption, or something? I laughed inwardly to myself. It was all that ballet she took that made her light on her feet. I inelegantly covered a yawn with the back of my hand, "What will it be this morning, hun?" And then, out of the sleep-haze, I remembered I promised to make her something specific, but my brain hadn't woken up enough to recall. "Mom! You promised blintzes," she rolled her eyes. "You don't remember?" "Of course," I chuckled. Blintzes, obviously. It was her favorite. I glanced sidelong at my bedside clock. A little after seven. How did I end up with a teenager who felt it oh-so-necessary to not sleep in today? Yeah, blintzes, that's right. "Oh, and guess what I heard about Christy and her boyfriend," she grinned cheerily, knowing that I would like the gossip. I wasn't one of those people that lived for it, but it was entertaining. And it allowed me to keep up on what the kids did these days. I listened to her any ways, even though it was too early for gossip, sitting up and still under my covers, as she told me the story. I sat there for a while hoping that she would finish quickly and then I could get dressed and feed her. But, Kaylee continued talking and moving onto other subjects and asking me questions and obligating me to give her some sort of answer, despite my sleepy state. "Aren't you going to change, mom?," she finally said after she noticed I wasn't moving and attentively waited for her. "Well, the sooner you finish up your story and let me do that the sooner you can have your beloved-beyond-all-that-is-holy blintzes," I poked. Her face playfully took on a look of shock as I plucked up an elastic hair tie from my nightstand and knotted my dirty blonde hair. "You can change, it's fine," she said. I was struck by the novelty of her suggestion to change in front of her. I couldn't remember a time when I undressed in front of my daughter. I lifted my nightie over my head, nervously, but tried to act as nonchalantly as possible. I looked at her, studying her face but I couldn't tell much from her expression. I felt the air tickle my nipples and bare pussy and it felt wonderful. I continued nodding as she went on talking and her eyes casually drifted over my body. "You look pretty good, mom," she surprised me in a good way. "Those work outs are paying off." "Really trying to suck up until you get your blintzes, I see," I smirked, teasing her. "Just saying the effort is noticeable," she dismissed, sounding a little defensive, taken aback by my inability to take the compliment. "Well, you've inspired me a little with your dedication to dancing, I suppose," I offered, which was true, accepting her compliment and letting her know it was appreciated. "Now you're the one who's sucking up, mom," she smirked. She got me. "Well, your Highness, toss me some underwear," I mocked. Years of watching my mom and grandma truck around the house all weekend in pajamas and housecoats permanently turned me off to them. I got dressed when I got up and it was the closest thing to a ritual I had. It wasn't a ritual with too many strictures. Sweats counted. Kaylee slid off the bed and went to the dresser, tugging open my underwear drawer, and rummaged. She rooted right past the comfy cotton things and dug down to the slinkier undies. I nearly threw up my hands at her choice. I did my best to not control my chagrin when she tossed me a matching set of satin bra and panty. They were downright skimpy. Who cooked breakfast in a get-up like this? "C'mon, it picks up your highlights," she said, as I obviously didn't cover my annoyance very well. "Will it pick up my highlights through the sweats?" "When you look mahvelous, you feel mahvelous," she countered. I cursed my decision to turn Kaylee onto Saturday Night Live re-runs. I'd have to let her know that Billy Crystal was doing comedy, not doling out life advice. I pulled it on from the front as I'd done for years. I'd always been limber enough to fasten it in the back but, ironically, the kickboxing classes that were making me fit also made me stiff this morning. After twenty years of a routine, it was hard to adjust my front-first habit. I smiled,"Mind helping me on with my bra?" I spun my back to Kaylee and offered her both sides of the open bra strap. She was behind me in an instant. I felt Kaylee's approach as a telltale rush of air, quick and soundless in her dancer's way. Her hands startled me as they came around my front. Her fingers traced under chest and along my bra, brushing against the side of my breasts, tugging it expertly into place. She hooked it a notch tighter than I usually did and I could feel my breasts bulging out of the cups a bit. "Wait, your strap's funny," she untwisted the shoulder strap as I waited. "It's fine now. You look really... nice, mom." That was a funny pause. Either way, her warm and pleasant breath felt good against my back. It was nice in an unexpected but unsettling way. "Y-yeah," I caught myself. I felt crowded, needed more space. She was too close. "Hey be a dear and get some things ready in the kitchen for me? I'll be there in a moment." Her arms came around me again and she hugged me from behind, cross-wise, with one arm under mine and the other over my shoulder. She pulled me tightly, her smaller body pressing into me and I felt her breasts in my back. She rested one chin on my shoulder. "Thanks, for the blintzes," she smiled. I rubbed her bare forearms and she squeezed me tighter still. She gave me one last little squeeze and her lips brushed the back of my neck under my ponytail for a quick peck. "I'll try making some coffee," she chirped, finally letting me go and heading for the door. I turned and watched her pad down the hall and into the kitchen. She'd never made coffee before. Never even offered. My Kaylee was growing up, maybe a little quicker than I expected. **** Kaylee wasn't always like this. I'm an observant mom. I noticed her teen diffidence being replaced with more honesty, more openness. She was more thoughtful, asking me what I was up to and how I was doing. She touched me more, too. By the time Kaylee turned eighteen, a lot of things changed. In the past, my advice went in one ear and out the other. Like most teens, she paid little attention to her mom's opinions. But then, she'd always made her own decisions. I doubt too many mothers will ever hear their fourteen-year-old daughters say, "Okay, Mom. I'll take what you're saying under advisement" like I was tasking her with curing cancer. Under advisement?! I'd told me sister about that and we had a good chuckle. I actually found Kaylee's independence reassuring. Knowing she thought for herself made me worry a lot less about the usual perils of raising a teenage daughter. I felt secure knowing my kid was never going to get talked into something she didn't want to do. We actually talked about things now, instead of her blatantly ignoring what I said and doing what she wanted any ways. Last month was a perfect example of the ever-evolving Kaylee. After I told her that her aunt needed her to work at the office (where Kaylee also worked part time), she pouted a little, saying she already made plans with friends for the day. She relented though, and more easily than I expected. After thinking about it, she agreed, saying she could use the extra money for college and that she even looked forward to spending time with her aunt. She was so mature about the whole thing. She forgave the intrusion on her social life quickly because only a couple of nights later she joined me on the couch on a Friday night to watch an old black-and-white movie. I didn't even have to ask. Not that long ago, she would have spent the night out with friends or holed up in her room, on the internet, writing, talking with friends, or whatever instead of watching a movie with me. That night, she materialized next to the couch in her silent way. "Mind if I watch with you, mom?" "Never." I waved her onto the couch with me, my eyes still glued to the screen. She folded herself up carefully next to me, poised as always. She snuggled into me, nudged my arm up and then around her. I couldn't remember the last time she pressed her smaller, more delicate body into mine like that. When the movie ended, she stirred, yawned, saying,"That wasn't so bad... for an old movie" She stretched, kissed me on the forehead, and was off to bed. I was amazed. The fact that she actually acknowledged it spoke volumes. In the past, she would have disliked it just to be contrary. Our movie tastes mixed like oil and water. She liked artsy movies and adaptions of classic novels and I liked romances, some older black and whites, and things a bit more mainstream. I didn't know what changed, other than a general sense of opening up, but it felt wonderful. I tried to remember the last time we cuddled like that for the past two hours. I felt my heart swell and I realized that, without knowing it, some part of me had craved my daughter's attention. There was a time when I was her entire world, when she'd been mine. Maybe Kaylee was coming back to me. It was a late night a week later and I was drunk on Golden Era romance. Kaylee's closeness and the feelings she stirred up brought older memories to the surface, ones I'd shuttered away. My sister and I were close in our late teens, insanely close, more than most. It got to the point where it was physical. Very physical. It was tender and nervous, kind and eager, and completely experimental. We weren't much older than Kaylee, living in a small town where we hadn't dated much at eighteen and nineteen years old. We were horny, naive, and curious. She was my first girl and I was her's. Eventually, we moved on, having "grown out of it" after things naturally ran their course. My sister never developed a sustained desire for girls but that time with her flipped some kind of switch in me I never realized existed. From then on, I dated both guys and girls. All these years later, I still thought about those times with fondness and a deep sense of arousal. Sometimes, I came, shuddering, guilty, late at night, biting back my sister's name. My sister and I never talked of those times. By some unspoken, mutual agreement, we left those memories to their respective moments in time. We kept living. She married and was happy raising two beautiful kids. I was never as close to a woman as I was with my sister. Although, we never talked about those memories, I knew there was no oddness about those memories for her. That was genuine trust and love. I felt that I was beginning to develop a meaningful connection with my daughter. Did some of the longer looks from Kaylee remind me of those days? I never told Kaylee about those nights with her aunt, but at least I was honest with her from the start. I told her about my bisexuality as well as I could explain it to her at a young age. And after her dad and I broke up, I dated mostly guys, but also some women. She accepted my choices with the kind of ease people do when they are exposed to something early. That night after the movie, I did something shameful. After sharing a long snuggle with my daughter on the couch, watching Rita Hayworth slink around in filmy dresses, I stretched out on the couch. I reached into my sweatpants and I masturbated. There, in the living room. Lit by the muted TV. Memories of my sister when we were both young and eager and curious, filled my head. As always, the memories quickened things. When the sharp-edged crest of my furtive climax snapped white behind my closed eyelids, it wasn't my sister's face I saw. It was Kaylee's. My daughter was looking at me, laying next to me, stroking my hair, telling me I was beautiful. I shook my head, banishing the thoughts, and rode out the adamant climax, hunching into my own palm, grinding against my clit, trying to make the blistering orgasm and its insane thoughts end. It refused, stretched out, bloomed, expanded, doubled. I heaved under its ridiculous weight, barely able to breathe, until the hot joy it heaped on me was over. I was left weak and limp on the couch, unable to move. **** As a show of respect for her adulthood, we took turns picking films. It was only a month later when she surprised me with her pick. "What's it called?" I asked. She clicked the mouse a few times and re-read the title,"Clara's Summer." "Haven't heard of it. It's not one of those direct-to-video things is it? Those things are awful." "It's French, Mom," she explained. Her voice had the strained patience of someone talking to the very slow-witted. "Oh," I muttered as I walked around behind her to see the computer screen and her Netflix account. I was surprised by her choice. It was the first sign that she was interested in this type of thing. The thumbnail cover on the computer screen showed two girls kissing, girls about her age, eighteen or nineteen. "It was actually a made-for-TV movie in France," she continued. "Well, I'd like to see more of their made-for-TV movies, then!" I joked as I read the description. The film was about two girls who become infatuated with one another. Their relationship breaks up and one of them moves on after their tryst. A beautiful bisexual girl comes to continue one of the girl's experimentation and self-discovery and relieve her anguish. Laden with a faux-angst but artsy description, it was no wonder Kaylee wanted to see the movie. "I guess I thought you might like it too, Mom. You know, since you play for both teams and all." "Sure, why not? I'm in. It'll be fun to watch you squirm at the girlie love parts," I quipped. Kaylee started the movie on the TV and took up her now-favorite position, stretched out on her side with her head resting on my leg. The movie was true to its description and seeing pretty young girls was a surprising treat. The few sex scenes in the movie were more graphic than I expected, but definitely not porn. Although a little too artistic for me, it was certainly erotic. I never really sought out lesbian or porn films. I had plenty of erotic material in my own head. As we watched the movie, thoughts of my sister returned and simmered in my head. A distinct warmth unfurled in my belly as the movie's romance unfolded. My experiences weren't as heady and dramatic as the movie, but there were certainly some similar themes. The film had homed in on one exciting aspect -- the inability to know what exactly the other girl was thinking. What motivated her? Sex drive? Affection? Curiosity? It was a combination of all those things for my sister and me. Kaylee was stretched out across the couch but, at some point, she curled up, knees against her chest. My eyes traced along her sleek legs, entranced. Long, lean, and smooth, sculpted by long hours of ballet. Sinewy. Graceful. She wore a ballerina-inspired skirt, a layered elegant thing, that accidentally rode up to just above the shelf of her butt cheeks and I could see her panties through her sheer tights. Light blue satin. Not for the first time, I wondered how many had my daughter been naked with. I imagined Kaylee undressing for a young lover, baring her perfect glowing skin. Someone touching her. Her responding with a moan. Jesus, what the hell was the matter with me lately? I was still in a daze when Kaylee tottled off to bed. **** I should have guessed the movie would inspire some pointed questions from my curious daughter. She didn't come to me immediately, obviously needing some time for those questions to percolate. "Mom? What were your experiences like?" Kaylee asked me a couple days later. "Were they like in the movie?" The question caught me off guard since I truly didn't think she was interested in particulars, having mentioned she was tired and was off to bed rather quickly after the movie ended. "Well," I said, not knowing how to approach the subject. "There was a lot of experimentation. That's for sure." She nodded, taking it in. "Did you like her, like a guy?" "I suppose," I said, trying to remember back to my first experiences with my sister. "But I think, for me, I guess I didn't know what to think. I had to figure that out." "Not to sound silly, but, umm, how exactly do girls 'experiment' anyway?" she wondered. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks, blushing, as I realized that this conversation could quickly become X-rated. I tried to think of ways to describe my experiences in terms that wouldn't get explicit. "Kissing. Rubbing... that kind of thing," I answered vaguely. "Oh." She nodded again, and chewed on her lip. She looked off into the distance for a minute. "Honey, if you're interested in girls, there's nothing wrong with that, you know that right?" I reassured her. "I don't care who you date." She chewed her lip a bit more quickly. "Okay, so can I tell you something? Something private?" I nodded quickly. "Okay, so I know these girls. And I went over to their house one time. They started kissing and they wanted me to kiss them too," she ventured, fidgeting. My little dancer never fidgeted. I chuckled, "It's alright to kiss with other girls." "But I didn't though," she replied uncomfortably. "Really?" "No, but I just watched them" she confessed. "And I guess I've thought about it a lot since then." "That's normal too. The thinking part," I chuckled and nudged my shoulder into hers, trying to make light of the event and ease her feelings. "Not so much the watching part. You trying to tell me I raised a pervert?" She laughed, a nervous bright laugh. My kid's laugh. "Nooo," she stretched it out for effect then sighed. "Look Mom, here's the thing. I guess I kinda wanted to do what they were doing, you know, the kissing and stuff." "So why didn't you, hun?" I laughed. "I'd much rather have you experiment with girls than boys, any day." She looked up at me, eyes searching my face. "I don't know, I guess I was scared or something." "That's okay. It's natural to feel scared, especially when you're trying something new. I was terrified." "That's kind of what I'm wondering about. Mom, how did you know it felt right to kiss another girl?" "You're thinking about this a lot more than I did, honey. For me, it just sort of happened. The first girl I kissed, I always kinda liked her. We'd known each other for a very long time." "Liked her," she echoed. "I guess I liked one of the girls that night. She's the one I wanted to kiss." Her head drooped low and she rubbed her forehead. "You're really stressing over this aren't you, honey?" "Yeah. I guess I am." I looked at my little girl as she wrestled with a big decision and my heart went out to her. What was I supposed to say? I never would have dreamed of having this conversation with my mother. She'd have had a stroke. My daughter was braver than me, more thoughtful, more honest with herself and with me. I smiled. "So, how did you like her... the girl you kissed? I mean... that's kind of a weird way to put it, I guess." "It just kinda happened. We had a lot in common and at some point, our feelings just took over. I guess I just followed my heart. Make sense?" Kaylee nodded slowly, and one corner of her mouth hitched up. "Wow, you know what? It kinda does." "Good. I'm glad we got that settled. Because I was about ready to dish up dinner before you said you wanted to talk. Are you ready for dinner? I'm hungry." Boundaries Ch. 01 She grinned. "Yep, starving. I burned major calories at dance this afternoon. I did pique turns until I just about threw up." "Sounds horrible. I should have gotten you into--" I froze when Kaylee's lips touched my neck in the same way they had that odd morning in my bedroom. It was longer this time, more than a peck, a lingering smooch. It sent a tender thrill down my spine. "You're the best mom ever. Just in case you were wondering." She slipped away to set the table before I could think of something clever to say. **** A week or two later, we planned a shopping trip together, the first in what seemed like years. I was surprised at this since she would have normally ran for the hills if I mentioned doing something together with her out in public. For years, I resigned myself to just giving her the money and letting her go shopping on her own or with friends. Now I was excited to be able to do girly things with her. She needed a new leotard top so we went to her favorite dance boutique. "Crud, there's no attendant," Kaylee said as we walked up to the changing rooms. "There's gotta be someone around here somewhere." I turned my head in circles but saw no one either. The changing area was a small suite of rooms, like you find in most clothing or department stores, nestled in the corner of the store. Kaylee stood eying the changing room doors and was obviously flustered about something, more flustered than not finding a store employee warranted. I nudged her forward. "Go ahead and try them on. I'll wait here for the attendant." "Fine," she grumbled that I interrupted her with her preoccupation with whatever. "But come out and show me so I know it fits," I called as she stepped away. I winced as soon as I realized what I said. Such a 'mom' thing to say. Kaylee was an adult. Kaylee whirled and stared at me, re-setting her jaw. Then she did something I didn't expect: she narrowed her eyes and she smiled. "Come in with me. I'll show you." She darted towards me and seized my hand, then yanked me towards a dressing room. "But I'm waiting for an attendant," I sputtered. "You going to help me or not?" She sat me down on the small corner seat in the dressing room and stepped back. Her eyes locked on my face as she unzipped the back of her form fitting dress. It slid off her shoulders and slowly peeled it down her lean body. She looked at me steadily. "You okay, Mom?" I was more tense than I realized, arms crossed, legs folded up,trying to make myself small in the miniature room with my undressing daughter. She was less than a foot away. I shivered a little bit, the hard vinyl-like material of the seat feeling cold against the back of my upper thighs, through my pantyhose. "C'mon Mom, don't be weird. You undressed in front of me that other morning." It was the first time that some small part of me smelled trouble. She was sounding more mature than I was. These were the kinds of things a mom was supposed to say. The other part of me was too busy staring at my daughter's incredible body. I watched as she demurred a bit, turning away and continued peeling it over her hips, legs together. It left me looking at her delicately muscled ass, framed perfectly by her hips, undulating in front of my face from her shimmying movements. Beneath the sheer dark pantyhose, I saw high-cut white lace. I swallowed and looked away, then back. She stepped smoothly out of her dress and turned to hang it on the hook, careful as always. It had been years since I saw my daughter this bare. Kaylee's body was impossible, the kind many women dreamed of. She was ridiculously fit from years of dance. If there was still any baby-fat, I couldn't tell. Her shapely, muscular legs looked fantastic. She had a woman's hips, not a girl's. Kaylee's were the kind a lover could grip and tug and squeeze in the throes of passion. "Hips," I whispered under my breath without realizing it. "What was that?" Kaylee asked, reaching back to undo her bra. "Hmmm? Nothing," I said, managing not to stammer. She continued looking right at me, as she shrugged out of her bra. Our eyes met. Her hands moved up to cup her breasts as our locked gazes continued. I heard the scratch of fingernail across flesh. "Itchy, sorry," she smirked. She turned away to her side finally as she leaned forward, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her hose and panties and started hitching them down. She stopped and glanced at me, caught me staring at her profile. The perfect curve of her young breasts -- they'd gotten larger, fuller than I remembered. The smooth plane of her back. The tight round ball of her ass. If she saw my look for what it was, it didn't show. "Am I supposed to leave my underwear on when I try one of these things on in the store?" I barely heard her over the thudding of my heart in my ears. "You can take them off, if you want," I replied more quickly than I should have. "Okay. I mean, if you don't mind," she agreed, still bent over with her underwear at her knees, pleased with my answer. I shook my head, unwilling to speak for fear my voice would crack. She'd turned to face me, naked, and thrust her arm out. Her panties and hose dangled from her fingers. "I'm out of hooks." I looked at her underwear and blinked. "Huh?" "I'm out of hooks," she repeated. "Mind holding onto these?" I stared at the tiny, swaying scrap of white lace and the ball of hose. In slow motion, my hand came up on its own. Kaylee dropped them into my palm. They were warm. "Thanks," Kaylee smiled. She plucked up a black leotard and wrinkled her lips. "Sorry, these things can be hard to get into. I'm not a kid anymore." I watched as a completely nude Kaylee wriggled, folded, and wrenched her way into the leotard top. It made for a more lewd dance than I'd seen at a strip club. Ooh, Kaylee on a stage, music pounding as her hips rolled, she'd be so flexible-- I pushed that thought away. She adjusted the top, smoothing it across her hips, pulling it into place. "Fit alright?" I asked, cotton-mouthed. She looked up. "Feels okay. How does it look?" She was barely a foot from me. I could see clearly from where she was. She moved closer. "Looks fine good to me." I babbled, tripping over my tongue. I felt the hairs on my skin stand on end at her close proximity. "Fine good?" she needled. "Yeah. Fine. Good," I defended. "Well, I'm not so sure." She kept fidgeting and stretching out the hips and the strip of material between her legs. She moved even closer, now, her hands sliding along her stomach and the insides of her thighs, the same thighs that grazed my knees. A spell descended upon us. I wanted to push that boundary, heady and tantalizing in front of me, a nervous lump forming in my throat. I placed shaky hands on either side of her hips, feeling the silky lycra and nylon beneath my fingertips. I looked up at her face between her breasts and traced her sides. My hands slid up to her shoulder, pulling the leotard like I used to do when she was younger, then ran my fingers along her neckline and across her breasts. "Tight in the chest?" "Not really," her chest heaved slightly. Had her voice lowered? I couldn't help myself but slide my hands back down her sides and belly to where she was fidgeting with the strip of material between her legs. "Maybe the gusset's too small," she said, looking down at me. I traced across her hips, down her legs, my fingers underneath the elastic seam of her leotard. I moved my fingers slowly, lingering, along the inside seam seemingly testing for room, caressing the skin. She said nothing, not breaking the spell, continuing to stare. "How is it now?" I asked. "N-nice... yeah, g-good," she stammered. I really pushed the boundaries now, as a nervous lump formed in my throat. I slinked my fingers underneath her seam, between her legs, where the suit narrowed to her womanhood. My fingers met hers. I continued on, my fingers grazing against her shaved pussy, and ever so lightly over her slit. I kept my fingers there for a moment. I looked up, her face flushed, her nipples poked through the lycra, and the heat roiled off her straining mound. The poor thing looked as dizzy as I felt. "I don't know, it seems fine to me, honey. I think you're--they're absolutely perfect," I managed to get out as I pulled my fingers away, trying to sound nonchalant. I stood up and started sliding out the door, "Try on a few more tops too. I need to use the ladies' room." I turned and smiled at my blushing daughter. She looked like she could use a few minutes alone. I could too. "Thanks, Mom," Kaylee smiled, shyly looking down at the floor. "Of course. Thanks for letting me play mommy," I waved and shut the door behind me. I did my best not to sprint for the restroom. Boundaries Ch. 02 Author's note: Please read the series through in sequence. As a series that attempts to tell a story with a realistic pace and strong character development, much of the nuance can be missed if a reader jumps into the middle of it. So, without further ado... * Kaylee and I hadn't spoken to each other about our interlude in the clothing boutique's dressing room, which suited me fine. Whatever was developing needed to proceed at her own pace. I didn't know if anything like it would happen again but I was sure that bringing it up would spook her. It was best for my headstrong girl to figure things out for herself. The dressing room episode broke the ice, though. It worked a reversal of sorts. I became self-conscious of my own attitudes and desires, which caused me more reservation about undressing and walking around the house. Kaylee wandered around in her underwear half the time. I did my motherly best not to gawk. Two weeks later she appeared silently around the corner of the kitchen - in that naturally light-footed way she does - holding a new-found prize. She smiled with glee, "Look what I found!" I didn't glance up, busy cooking dinner, "That's great, hun." She huffed at my dismissal. "C'mon! Look!" she whined like a kid of twelve, instead of an adult of eighteen. I should have known before I turned around. I assumed the money would be for dresses and tops but, in proper Kaylee fashion, it included a few fancier items. I squelched a sigh as she presented her new garment -- blue and white satin hiphuggers. "That looks a little.. spendy." A mom tone came through despite my best efforts. "Don't worry," Kaylee waved away my concern. "I bought some other less expensive things, too. I just couldn't resist these! Aren't they cute!" "You know that I'm not always going to be giving you money," a lecture poured from my mouth. "With college and everything. I'm going to have a heck of a time just paying off school expenses." It was a topic raised often, but it never seemed to make an impression. Maybe it was her just not having experience budgeting or her aunt and uncle lavishing her with gifts. If my otherwise levelheaded daughter had a weakness, it was with money. "I know, mom," she rolled her eyes in the way teenage girls the world over do. "I totally have a savings account and everything. I can save." True, she had a savings account. We opened it together when she was fifteen. But it still had the original one-hundred dollars in it, plus a couple bucks interest. She hadn't deposited a cent since that first day at the bank. I was about to launch the second stage of the money lecture when Kaylee tugged down her black knee-length skirt and dropped it to the floor. She wore pantyhose beneath the outfit, yes, but beneath the embroidered hose she was clearly bare. I saw more than I should have but my eyes couldn't turn away. My lecture stopped immediately and a distinctly improper feeling unfurled in my belly and migrated down between my legs. Lithely, she pulled on her new panties -- with perfect balance, as she lifted each foot, and slid them on. As soon as she smoothed her new panties across her hips, she cocked a dancer's slender hip to me. "Admit it. They're pretty." she demanded. I looked at her, beaming, with her new underwear over the top of her hose. "No seams, either," she continued. "so I can wear them when I'm dancing, too." She ran her hand across the front for emphasis. I nodded, giddy while staring at my kid in her underwear. "Don't they look good on me?" she asked. She twirled with her hands high then stuck her slender rump out at me and wiggled it. They formed perfectly to her fit dancer's body like she was an underwear model. I nodded numbly, unable to form words. She looked back over her shoulder, still bent over. "You can check them if you want." My mouth felt like a desert. My fingers twitched at the thought of feeling the satiny material next to her body. I seriously didn't know how to do it without feeling and acting like a lecher. "How about later?" I begged, thinking quickly. "Dinner's done." "Oh? Good. I'm hungry!" she chirped, not bothering to pick up her skirt and sat down at the kitchen table in her get-up. She seemed so natural throughout dinner, including talking about college. It felt absurd having a serious conversation with her while she was dressed (or undressed?) like this. "I had this idea to save money," she said, brow furrowed. "I thought about staying here with you during school. To save on living expenses." I paid half attention to her as my eyes wandered down to her underwear and taut legs. "Besides. If I lived on my own, I'd have to learn how to cook now. Wouldn't I?" she grinned and giggled as she forked food into her mouth. I smiled weakly, distracted. A vivid and ridiculously lurid image popped into my head: my own daughter laying over me - driving into me with a strap-on, really giving it to me in that get-up, her thrusts powered by her strong legs and ass. She was barely done eating before she put her leg on mine, spreading and exposing herself to me. "Wanna touch them now?" she asked casually, as if she were showing me a new skirt. "Touch?" I repeated, food almost falling out of my mouth. I stared at her wondering if she noticed my furtive glances throughout the entire meal. "The satiny material. It's really nice," she continued smoothly. I couldn't help myself this time. I hooked a finger and thumb underneath the edge and rubbed. It felt really silky. "Yeah, it's nice," I agreed, entranced. "What about the gusset?" she asked. I looked into her eyes and she stared back at me steadily. I gulped and my eyes traveled slowly back down to my daughter's splayed legs, eyes directly on her intimate - mound. I slipped my finger down to the gusset. My gaze flicked upwards and her eyes were following my fingers intently. The back of my fingers could feel the heat of her straining pussy through the nylon of her pantyhose. Her eyes rolled back, and her stomach quivered. "You okay?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "O-oh, I'm fine." She quaked and steadied herself, struggling for nonchalance. "Just when you did that... sensitive." I drew my hands along her legs to her knees, feeling her muscles ripple and stretch beneath the sheer hose. The moment seemed to pass for her. "I'm sorry about that," I apologized. "No worries," she dismissed, her leg dangling and swinging off the end of the chair. "Just didn't realize, like last time. Thought the tights would blunt it." I slid my hands back along her legs and to her hips, tested the underwear's waistband and flex. "They seem snug and elastic enough. Good fit," I assessed. "In any case, I will be more careful next time. Sensitivity and all." "Oh no." Kaylee shook her head and then moved. "It's funny saying this but it actually feels kinda... like electricity?" My stomach lurched and I blinked. Did she really just say that? "I guess. Don't worry about it though," Kaylee continued. She seemed way too calm about this. "D-do you want... any other... underwear checked?" I ventured. "Ugh. That's alright," Kaylee giggled. "Thought you would like these since I know you like satiny things." She lifted her slender leg off my lap and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "So, good purchase?" she asked. "Good, ..." I managed the first part, but not the 'purchase' part. "Cool. I'm going to try on the rest of the stuff I picked up," Kaylee announced cheerily as she walked away. "Thanks for dinner!" * * * "Look, that's her!" Kaylee pointed to a girl leaning against the front of her dance studio. "See, I told you I would show you!" I was picking up Kaylee after ballet one evening. My daughter was waiting at the curb. We were just starting to drive away after Kaylee climbed in when she pointed her out. I had teased Kaylee that I'd heard all about this mystery girl but she hadn't brought her over yet. "That's Kristen," she continued. The autumn wind stirred up and Kristen shivered and folded her arms. She wore a thin-looking green sweater. The red-haired, leggy dancer wore nothing else against the weather. The breeze rustled her ballet skirt. "Should we drive her? It's getting chilly," I asked, concerned. "Her dad will be there like any minute. She just called him," Kaylee explained, staring. "Okay," I replied remorsefully and, with one last motherly glance at little Kristen, I eased the accelerator forward. Trapped in the car with me for the ride home, I used it to my advantage, grilling Kaylee thoroughly about Kristen. She had never really talked enthusiastically about her boyfriends, even though she had dated a little bit and saw some of them for extended periods. She just never seemed enamored with anyone she met. Kristen was a different matter. Kaylee seemed more animated about her. I surmised that it might be the case, since I had never heard any interest from Kaylee in girls. This would be her first, as far as I knew. "No, she's not my girlfriend!" Kaylee groaned, embarrassed, as we walked in the door. I eyed her as she threw her ballet bag on the couch and fell into the cushions, arms crossed. She wasn't mad, but it entertained me and the teasing I gave her was probably more over-zealous than I realized. "Oh, honey. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable. I just realized that what I said probably went too far. I'm just happy for you," I conceded. This was probably her first serious girl-crush and I needed to take this more tactfully. She looked up at me from the corner of her eyes, acknowledging my attempt at an apology. "I just like her mom. I don't know if she is my girlfriend," the words seemed to come out of her forcefully. Kaylee could be sensitive sometimes. I smiled and slowly walked over to her, sat beside her, and put my arm around her. She looked up tentatively and then cuddled into me, wrapping her legs around my lap. "Sorry, honey. I'm just interested. I don't usually hear much about who you like. You've been talking about her a lot lately, is all. It's nice to see you excited." I patted her thigh. I got a half-smile for that consolation. "How did you know when you liked your first girl?" she asked me finally. "Oh," I laughed. "Well, it just happened for me. I don't remember exactly how any more. It was a few years ago, you know." It was an evasive answer but a necessary one, since my first "girlfriend" was my sister and Kaylee's aunt. I didn't want to give too much away. "Oh," she said, disappointed. "I can say this...," I perked up, realizing that this was one of those rare times my fiercely independent daughter was looking for some advice. "Honey, if things seem to be progressing, then it's probably best to say something to her." Kaylee shifted uncomfortably. "Well," she looked at the hem of her ballet skirt. "We did, kind of, -- kiss." She winced as the last word came dribbling out, not wanting to say it. "Okay. Wow, I guess that's a start!" Her eyebrows mashed together. "Wait. What?" "It's good, it means she feels the same way." "Oh," she giggled, surprised. "That's not what I expected you to say at all!" "What did you expect?" "I dunno. I guess I thought you would be mad that I was, y'know, doing stuff with her," I paused for a moment, reflecting on my own experiences with girls at Kaylee's age. I had thought about this before, knowing that if she showed an interest in girls, that they would come around too. I knew she liked boys well enough and had prepared my hetero-dating responses a long time ago. Girls were an entirely different thing. How would I have wanted my mom to respond if I showed an interest in girls at Kaylee's age when I was still living at home? My first thought was that I'd want my mom to be supportive. I remembered being confused enough trying to navigate the world at that age without having to come to terms with my own bi-sexuality; a sexuality that much of society still scorned. I gave her my wise-mom smile. "All I know is this, kiddo. You are at an age when you can make your own decisions -- and should." Kaylee beamed. "Ooh, at least there's one thing we agree on!" She laughed my daughter's beautiful laugh. I stroked her hair. "I'll be honest. I wish I had a mother that understood my confusions at your age. So, I'm trying to be that kind of mom," I confessed. Kaylee's smile hitched up to one side. "Ummm... so just to be clear... kissing and stuff... is alright?" I gulped, feeling an awkwardness that I was giving her far more latitude than the vast majority of parents would. But, it also felt freeing to give her a safe harbor, opportunity, and understanding that I hadn't dreamed of at her age. I snorted, laughing, remembering our first birds and bees talk. "Well, if she can get you pregnant by it, you two can't do it!" "Not funny," she feigned being mad. "I honestly thought you'd go out with one of those girls that wanted to kiss you. Katie or... who's the other one?" I admitted. "Lori. Katie and Lori." "... and Lori." "No, they are like totally lesbian for each other now. I see them at school and still talk to them," Kaylee shook her head and chewed her lip. "They just want to kiss each other now." "Well, if they're in a relationship it's natural." "I guess." Kaylee shrugged. My daughter yawned and daintily lifted her legs off my lap. "I should go to bed, any ways. I'm tired," she said from behind her hand, which she used to block the yawn. "Good night, honey. Sleep well." She stopped after a few steps and turned around. "You know, you're actually a cool mom, by the way. Talking with me and trying to understand what I'm going through. Other moms would just try to make me do what they told me to," she thanked. "You're different. Better." My heart warmed. That was one of the sweetest things I'd ever heard from here. I loved my daughter. * * * It was another week before I met Kristen and I masturbated furiously the whole time. Behind my eye-lids late at night, as I writhed under my cotton sheets, danced a leggy red-headed ballerina. I stroked my wet pussy lips, gasps escaping my lips into my empty bedroom. Kristen laid next to me, embracing me, a sleek leg wrapped around my hip. Her fiery hair whipped and thrashed, her hips rolled into my fingers, as she whispered how she had never been touched like this. Shuddering at that sexy thought - I came, unleashing a torrent onto my fingers. I felt her hair tickle my breasts as Kristen came with me. My orgasm lengthened, amplified at the thought. My body shook from the electricity coursing through it, gasping my lust through clenched teeth, until the incredible flood was over. I laid there, sweaty sheets clinging to my damp skin. "Kristen's coming over tonight," Kaylee reminded me earlier one morning - later in the week. Kaylee brushed her hair in my bathroom as I showered. I wasn't sure why Kaylee insisted in getting ready in my bathroom many times. She had one of her own. "Great. I can finally meet your mystery girl-fr... friend," I corrected myself, poking my head out from behind the opaque sliding glass door of the shower. Kaylee informed me on several occasions that they were just dating. I still wasn't used to it. My daughter frowned a little. "Just don't embarrass me. Okay, mom?" I nodded. I looked forward to finally meeting Kristen. "Okay. So, I won't show her all the pictures then. Just the ones when you were a baby. Wouldn't she think those are cute?" I stuck my tongue out for extra emphasis. "Mom!!" Kaylee whined, tossing a towel she found hanging on the towel rack. I swung the shower door shut just in time and the towel smacked harmlessly against the glass. I laughed hysterically A nervous Kaylee prepped me the evening Kristen visited, informing me that this wasn't a big deal and that they were just going to hang out in her room. The big meeting was merely going to be an introduction and that was it. I didn't hear them come in, preoccupied by putting some newly washed sheets in a closet and A Flock of Seagulls blaring in the background. I closed the door to the closet surprised to see both of them standing there, holding hands. "Mom, this is Kristen," Kaylee introduced. "Kristen, this is my mom, Jennifer." I smiled. "I prefer, Jen." Kristen was more beautiful than I noticed on that dark night. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her legs. She was tall, about a head taller than Kaylee, and her blue eyes were alive with youthful curiosity. Her skirt, far shorter than any Kaylee wore, fell to about half-thigh. Her legs went on for miles. "Nice to meet... Jen-... you," she said nervously, holding out her hand. I took it, noticing it was really cold and clammy, her eyes downcast slightly, and we shook. When she pulled back and Kaylee grabbed her hand again, she fumbled a little bit, obviously embarrassed. "It's alright, Kris," Kaylee looked at me nervously. "My mom understands." I picked it up. "No worries, kiddo. I had a few girlfriends at Kaylee's age, too. I'm just glad to finally meet you." I eyed Kaylee slightly at my use of "girlfriend", expecting some kind of response, but she didn't seem to notice. "Please make yourself at home," I continued. "I'm going to make dinner in about an hour. If you are hungry, Kris, you can join us. I'll make extra," I offered, trying to be hospitable and make her feel comfortable. "Thank you," Kristen smiled, seemingly more comfortable at the invitation. "Ms. Hart" "Easy with the Ms. stuff," I sassed. "Jen is fine." "Cool. Just let us know when it's done," Kaylee remarked, already tugging Kristen towards her room. "Nice to meet you," Kristen called over her shoulder, waving slightly, giving me a long look before she was pulled into Kaylee's room. Kaylee certainly made the introduction short like she said she would. Kristen seemed like a nice enough girl. And even prettier up close. As I finished putting the sheets away and cooking dinner, I couldn't help but think about what they were doing in there. My kinky mind was hard at work and it wasn't long before my panties were wet with the thoughts of what Kristen and my beautiful daughter might be up to behind that closed door. * * * Once Kaylee got over the initial discomfort of introducing me to someone she was dating, the three of us actually got along together well. I tried really hard, at the beginning, to just let them be. I didn't want to seem intrusive, which is something I wouldn't have wanted my mom to do with my girlfriend at that age. Kristen seemed to take a real liking to me very quickly and, consequently, Kaylee relaxed to the point where the three of us were hanging out together. Kristen even liked spending time with me occasionally. She saw me in the evening, a couple times, coming over early and waiting for Kaylee while she was busy, away at a financial aid meeting. We bonded over clothes, some 80's and 90's music we both liked, and the occasional celebrity gossip. "So, what movie will it be tonight?" I asked as I finished washing the last of the dishes. Kaylee, Kristen, and I watched movies together occasionally. Kristen slept over with Kaylee a few times and during one of those evenings Kaylee suggested we also watch a movie. I suspect it started as just a way to be nice and inclusive but it turned into something that we continued. "Kristen and me picked out a movie called Lenora," Kaylee replied. "New to me. What's it about?" I asked. "It's an older flick. From the 70's," came Kaylee's voice after a pause. "It's about a girl who meets a vampire." "Interesting...," I shrugged. "I never thought you were into horror movies, Kaylee." Boundaries Ch. 02 I liked a lot of movies from the 70's. There was something raw about them. They seemed more realistic, unlike the super-slick and stylized version of reality put onto screen nowadays. But then again, I also liked some black and whites because they were glamorous. Consistency has never been my strong point. "I didn't pick it. Kristen did," Kaylee informed. "Oh?" I replied. "Yeah. I do like certain vampire flicks," Kristen added. "The lezbion ones." Kristen mangled the word lesbian into lezbion, interjecting a hint of facetiousness. "I told her you'd like it, mom," Kaylee giggled, and then turned towards Kristen. "Mom likes the pervy ones!" "Kaylee Elizabeth Hart!" I chastised, feeling my cheeks warm. Both girls doubled-over and laughed hysterically at my perturbed outburst. I shot my daughter a stern look but she was too absorbed in the giggle-fest to notice. "It's... alright... Ms. Hart.. Jen," Kristen struggled to say between laughing fits. "It's kind of.. sweet actually." They laughed more. "Well, I hope it is," I cleared my throat. "Mom, look around at us," Kaylee finally caught her breath. "Two girlfriends and her bi mom. Y'know?" I eyed her, seeing the irony of my reaction, but was still miffed, "The only pervy ones around here are you two for renting this thing." Kristen stifled a laugh. "Snap! Who's the pervy one now, Kay!" Kristen covered her mouth, suppressing her laughter. "Oh, be quiet!" Kaylee giggled, and bopped Kristen playfully with a couch cushion. I chuckled at the absurd spectacle, finally realizing they were just playing, trying to rile me. I finished washing my dish from dinner. I grew up in a household that always kept the dirty dishes in the sink for awhile and only cleaning them when the sink was full. It only disgusted me to see old bits of food caked onto plates and forks, so I got into the habit of cleaning immediately after meals. I heard Kristen and Kaylee chattering animatedly as I put away the pans and silverware. "Who's got the lights?" I asked as I finished and walked into the living room. "I do!" Kaylee volunteered and hopped up effortlessly, like one of those complicated ballet jumps she made look easy. "I hope you don't mind," Kristen looked at me, mockingly, with a slighted frown as she slid in next to me on the couch. "Absolutely," I teased as Kristen leaned against me. She snaked one of her lithe legs onto my knee. My eyes reflexively trailed up her lean leg to the hem of her skirt. I stared at Kristen's uncrossed legs, a sliver of dress blocking my ability to see further up the inside of her thighs. I immediately looked away when I realized what I was doing. Kristen leaned into me. "I know we kidded you a little bit," Kristen confided. "But, to be honest, I kinda like the pervy ones too." I looked at her and she stared back steadily. She smiled. "I've always wanted to be the blonde girl in this film," Kristen added. And then Kaylee dramatically jumped onto the couch beside us with a blanket in her hands. "A blanket for our snuggling pleasure, miladies!" Kaylee handed me an end and we spread it over us. After Kaylee dimmed the lights in the living room to a suitable movie-watching ambiance, they both neatly folded themselves onto the couch, legs intertwined. Kristen leaned into me and Kaylee cuddled into her. Kristen slunk her arm under mine, "Ready!" The movie was mixed, somewhere between a horror movie and lesbian erotica, but not really either. A young woman, probably eighteen or nineteen, leaves home, and encounters a string of villains attempting to seduce her. The eroticism was implied but heavily. The main character, Lenora, was an alluring young lady with a beautiful and trusting face, buried innocently behind long locks of golden hair. I felt my insides churn during scenes when the character tastefully shed her clothing -- the shots carefully selected so only a profile or her back were shown. I glanced sidewards, to my daughter and Kristen. Equally adolescent faces stared eagerly back at the screen, engrossed. A movement caught my eye. It was slow and rhythmic, the blanket continually rolling with movement. My breath caught in my throat as their hands caressed beneath. I tried not to draw attention to the movement, but it was difficult not to. I shifted fervidly. Images of my first attractions to girls flooded my mind - heady and intense. I felt light-headed. Kristen's leg felt electric on my lap and I ached to rub against it. My cheeks burned hot when the seductress of the movie, the lady vampire, enticed her young unwitting victim to undress. The seductress led the girl to a bath, caressing her as she bathed. I've always wanted to be the blonde girl in this film echoed in my head as I watched this scene. I glanced toward Kristen. Kaylee's leg lifted sightly and lowered as Kristen's shoulder and arm moved towards Kaylee. They didn't seem to notice me spy their subtle movements. As one rhythmic motion stopped, another one began. My skin tingled. I started to sweat. The seductress brought the young lady over to her bed, smoothing her hair out and brushed it. The contrast of nubile, young, and blossoming beauty with the sultry, refined, and ripe beauty was doing something crazy for me! Oh, Kristen coming over to my bed as I caressed her, letting me touch her, nightie slipping off her milky-white shoulder... I felt like there was a lake in my panties and the blanket felt like an oven. My eyes flicked to my darling daughter and her girlfriend nervously, amorously. My hand, that rested on Kristen's knee, ached. As the occasional flashes of light fell across my daughter's face in the darkened room, I noticed her mouth open slightly, eyes half-vacant, preoccupied, staring far away. My daughter's hips moved back-and-forth, imperceptibly, the only cue being the feeling of something slowly driving into the couch cushions and then pulling back. Horny teenagers having difficulty keeping their hormones in check and it was spilling over during this movie. My stomach involuntarily shivered with white-hot lust. Kristen played with my daughter and Kaylee moved against those glorious sensations, very slowly, trying to be subtle. I anxiously averted my eyes. My hand slid off Kristen's knee because it was sweating so much. I didn't want her to notice. Kristen's hand slunk underneath the blankets, across my lap, searching, retrieved my wayward hand, and slipped it back onto her knee. I glanced apprehensively at her and she winked, smiled. The nylon of her sheer grey pantyhose felt slick beneath my sweaty palms. I wanted to touch myself when the movie ended, but didn't because I was afraid to and let them know my lecherous mind. Both girls untied themselves enthusiastically from themselves and stood in front of me, holding hands. "Soooo?" Kaylee prompted me, awaiting a final answer. "Soooo... w-what?" I gulped, overwhelmed with the desire to run into my bedroom to relieve myself. "Can Kristin stay over?" I forgot I hadn't given her a final answer. My eyes were plastered to Kristen's thin skirt. The light from the television back-lit her, making her skirt ephemeral and see-through. The scrolling, red-lettered credits, and harsh contrasting light, made her pantyhose glimmer in the darkness. I saw the curves of her long, taut, dancer's legs, the swell of her hips, and every minute wrinkle and contour of her cotton underwear. I couldn't turn away from the area between her legs. Her nymph-like, gossamer appearance only accentuated her sexuality. "Fine," I mouthed. "Mumbler!" Kaylee teased. "Oh...," I shook my head, my lips were numb. "It's fine. Honey. It's fine." "You sure?" Kaylee giggled and teased. "You don't sound like it is!" Kristin shifted her weight onto one leg, her legs sliding past one another with a faint swish of nylon. She stood slightly akimbo, one hand holding Kaylee's and the other on her hip. "You could come to bed with us," Kristin suggested. "Watch another movie together." "Yeah, mom. It's Saturday tomorrow," Kaylee agreed. "You don't have work." I felt an encompassing warmth spread from between my legs to my belly. "I.. I don't know," I stuttered. The thought enticed me immensely. A dozen dirty scenarios flashed through my wretched mind. The gossamer nymph moved closer to me, bending down, and laying her hand on my thigh. Her breath was hot against my face. I felt every hair on my body stand on end. "We can lie down together," she volunteered smoothly. "I don't have any pajamas, so I will just be in my underwear... if you don't mind." "Yeah," Kaylee added, enthusiastically. "Let's all snuggle together on my bed." I gulped. My pussy was a sticky, aching mess. I shifted. "What do you think?" Kristen prompted me in a velvety tone. Kristen reached one hand back to her thigh, as if supporting herself. She inched the hem of her dress further up her leg. "You'll have to go back to your room after the movie's done, though, because... y'know?" Kaylee added cryptically. My tongue was heavy. I could barely think. "I know wh-what?" "We'll be doing... things... together!" "Oh..." I muttered. I felt like she said something a million miles away and it took an eon to traverse that distance and filter through my brain. "Wait. What things?" I asked, after realizing what she just said. "Don't worry... we're not doing anything that can get us pregnant!" Kaylee giggled, reminding me of the rules I gave her when they started dating. A dozen dirty things flooded my brain. I was floored by Kristen's flirts. Kaylee, however, seemed very unaware of the implication of Kristen's request. And, honestly, if Kristen was going to seduce me in front of Kaylee, I'd want my daughter to be comfortable with it. My wicked mind envisioned my daughter participating in the threesome, even if it were just as a voyeur. "I s-should just go to sleep," my tongue struggled to form words. "Tired and all." I faked a yawn. A nervous yawn. "Hmph," Kristen withdrew. "C'mon Kristen," Kaylee prompted, getting her to move towards her bedroom. Kristen refused to move, at first, her arms across her chest. A slight smile crossed Kristen's face, a smile not unlike an amused cat playing with her prey. "She's tired," Kaylee urged reasonably, tugging her girlfriend's arm around the corner. Kristen stood pouting for a moment, her manicured fingernail between her teeth, begging me to change my mind. "Okay, fine," Kristen gave in, exasperated, letting herself be pulled around the corner by Kaylee. I toddled off to bed with a damp pussy that was throbbing like never before, stopping briefly in front of Kaylee's door to listen. Then, realizing what I was doing, I shook my head and continued onto my room. I rubbed myself and I came in seconds. I heaved as I imagined my beautiful daughter and her attractive friend exploring each other's womanly charms. And when my shuddering stopped, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and sucked on them, imagining Kristen's bittersweet taste. * * * I was awoken by a knock at my door. It was so faint and I didn't realize it wasn't part of my dream until I heard it a second time. A little perplexed, I threw on a shift and went to see what Kaylee wanted. Kristen stood there, eyes downcast, hands together, much like the embarrassed girl she was the first time Kaylee introduced me. She was clad in only her underwear and a t-shirt. She wore Kaylee's over-sized Trailblazer shirt that Kaylee won in a raffle a few years back at a game. "Honey, what's going on? It's late." I asked concerned. There were several moments of silence as she wrung her hands. "Can I come in for a sec?" Kristen finally asked, doe-eyed. I smiled in a motherly manner, unsure whether she saw my sympathetic reaction in the low light. "Of course, hun," I replied. "I feel that I can actually talk to you about stuff," she confessed. "I'm flattered that you think that way about me," I consoled. "Any friend of Kaylee is a friend of mine. Come on in." I sat down on my bed and patted the mattress next to me. She floated over to me, walking on the toes of her feet like the dancer she was, and then settled on the bed next to me. Her leg touched mine. "I'd love to hear what's on your mind," I soothed. Kristen drew in a breath,"You will totally think I'm weird." My eyes snapped up. I was staring at her shirt, without realizing it, admiring how her nipples poked through the Trailblazers symbol. I chastised myself for staring at her when she needed my counsel. I noticed her gaze was locked on my crossed legs. "I don't think anything you are going through is weird," I admitted, thinking back to my own experiences. "I had a lot of questions too and wished I had someone to talk to. I had to find my answers the hard way." Kristen smiled, "Okay, anything?" "Anything." I tucked some hair behind her ear. "Kaylee and I talk all the time. I'm used to being a sounding board." Kristen smiled wider and it seemed she grew a little more comfortable. "It's actually not about Kaylee. It's something personal." "That's fine, too. I'm open to anything you want to say." "Well," she paused, gathering herself. "What do you think of me?" I thought for a moment,"I think you are smart. Nice. You seem really good to Kaylee. I admire that because I've sheltered her a little and to have someone around her, like you, that is a little more worldly is good." "Yeah?" "Yeah. There are a lot of good qualities about you," I replied and then chuckled. "Except you accidentally keep leaving your school books here all the time and I have to drive it over to your house. Gas isn't cheap!" She laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that." Then, she quieted and went back to her sombre tone. "Anything else?" she wondered. I was at a loss. She seemed to be fishing for something. "Am I pretty?" she asked. I thought it was an odd, insecure teenage thing to ask, but I satisfied her curiosity any way. "Yeah. I think someone would have to be blind to not think you are attractive." "No, I mean," she faltered. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Electricity shot through me. Should I be completely honest? "Kristen," I gulped. "I think that's an understatement..." The teen smiled and slid next to me, looking into my eyes. "You are really beautiful," she implored. "I wanted to spend the night with you tonight. Like me and Kaylee do." I felt weak, strength ebbing from my whole body. A nervous, cold feeling rushed through me. My arms felt limp as I put my arms around her, and brought her into a motherly embrace. "I-I think that is very flattering," I picked my words diplomatically, my mind sluggish. "But you are dating my daughter. Somehow I don't think it would work out if we did that." "It will work out, Jen. I promise," she entreated, as she tenderly attempted to guide me onto the bed. "You'll see." I was breathless with desire, as I felt her young, ready, sculpted body press fondly against me. "I just want to kiss you," she pleaded. I stopped her, despite what my body desperately wanted. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "There are things you just don't understand. I know my daughter. We have a very communicative relationship-..." "That's what I'm saying...," she implored again. "Listen," I interrupted her. "Kaylee and I talk a lot and we know each other very well. I wouldn't want to hurt my daughter by doing something behind her back." I gently walked Kristen to the door. "But, it wouldn't-..." she protested. "I wish things were different," I admitted, putting a finger on her lips. "And I know you don't mean any harm, but I think it's something we shouldn't explore, you and I." She looked dejected. I shut the door slowly, as she walked back to Kaylee's room, and let out a sigh of relief. I was buzzing with pent up excitement and I quickly relieved myself. After a satisfying orgasm, I was on the edge of consciousness. As I drifted off to sleep I heard the a knock at the door again. "Kristen..." I groaned, groggy. "No, it's me, mom," I heard my daughter. I put my hand to my head and rubbed it. I wondered if her and Kristen talked. "Yes, honey," I said, exasperated, not wanting to deal with a talk about her girlfriend. I heard Kaylee pad in and gently close the door behind her. I waited a moment, eyes closed, and then opened them when I didn't hear her. Standing next to my bed was Kaylee - and Kristen! True to Kaylee's newly found ways, she stood there in nothing but panties, her bare breasts pale in the street light that streamed through the blinds. Kristen stood next to her in the same thing I saw her in last. They were holding hands. "Hun," I said, more as filler since I didn't know what to say. "It's alright, mom," Kaylee said in a calm, measured tone. "Kristen and I talked." "About that...," I said defensively. "Don't worry, mom. I'm actually glad you were protecting me," she deflected. "I just wanted you to hear what I had to say about it." "Oh," I replied. "I know you think Kristen and I are in a relationship... but it's not quite like that. I tried to tell you but I'm not sure if I said things right..." I rubbed my eyes, "How so, honey?" "I like Kristen. But it's not like we are like... together... y'know? She's free to do what she wants." "Okay?" I replied not really understanding. "We are just figuring things out. Kinda like you and your first girlfriend. Does that make sense?" Kaylee explained. "We're good friends, we just like to... you know?" She didn't say it directly but I could tell what she meant by her motions. She slid her hand along the inside of her thigh, communicating to me they liked to rub each other. "Well," I said flabbergasted, not thinking that I'd ever have a conversation like this with my daughter. "So, you are friends... with benefits?" "I guess. I've heard that before..." she said confused, as she thought about it. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Kristen nodded her agreement. I laid there as they let me absorb this new information. Kaylee always was the one that pressed her point if she didn't think someone was listening. She was strong-headed like that. "So, I'm going to leave," Kaylee explained. "If Kristen comes back to my room, that's fine. If she doesn't, that's cool too. It's your choice, mom." I realized at that moment my daughter was changing in ways I never thought possible. She was exploring things that I had never even thought of when I was her age. I marveled at her open-mindedness. This new revelation about her personality was strangely captivating. She was one of the most beautiful people I knew - and she was my daughter. "And one more thing," Kaylee mentioned. She hopped onto the bed and crawled on all fours over to me, her breasts swaying. "Thank you for listening to me," she thanked and kissed me. The world slowed down as the kiss landed tenderly and squarely on my lips -- the first time she had ever done that. It was a chaste peck and over in a second, but it was one of the most intimate things I had experienced. The head-rush hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost feinted. With that, she slid off the bed and was gone, closing my door behind her. Kristen stood there grinning devilishly. "I told you it would work out," she jested. I was too stunned from my daughter's kiss and I didn't say anything in reply. She regarded me a second, fingernail in her mouth again. "Don't need this anymore," Kristen commented. Her fingers hooked around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head with both her arms. Like my daughter, she was bare-breasted too, although her breasts were slightly larger than Kaylee's. I saw the cute pink areolas that poked out from the shirt earlier. Boundaries Ch. 02 "Like?" Kristen said offhandedly. "I know Kaylee does." Oh God! My darling, beautiful daughter sucking on Kristen's pink areolas, sliding her eager tongue across the tips! Kristen slipped into bed and I covered her up with my comforter. She pressed her body against me with her full length. My clit rested firmly on her sculpted butt and the friction drove me crazy. I laid there, nervous, not knowing exactly how to proceed. Several minutes later, Kristen made a little sound, cute but frustrated, and then searched for my hand. Finding it, she promptly brought it around her and placed it on her bare breast. Boundaries Ch. 03 At first, Kaylee and I didn't talk about the events that happened in my bedroom. She took it all in stride with an uncharacteristic serene acceptance. I, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable about it. Part of me wanted to broach the topic. After wrestling with the idea of bringing it up for a few weeks, I realized that I didn't need to. She made a few playful wisecracks about the new arrangement and we still carried on like before: talking about boys and girls, snuggling, and sharing movies together. I realized I was okay with it if my daughter could tease me lightheartedly about it, as if we were just girlfriends talking about crushes. Other things also got a lot more casual around the household. * * * The arrangements were made. She called me before I drove over to pick her up from the dance studio. My daughter wanted Kristen to spend the night again and I gave my automatic answer of yes. Kaylee was old enough that she didn't need to ask permission to bring her girlfriend. I didn't want her to live in a household like the one I grew up in. I had to ask permission to have house guests right up until I left at twenty-two. Decisions like this were another rein I needed to let go to nudge her into womanhood. Kristen and Kaylee were waiting out front of the studio as I pulled up. Walking up to the car, they looked like any pair of adolescent best friends, chatty and animated, laughing, and gesturing wildly. The everyday melodrama of eighteen-year-old youth. When Kaylee shut the heavy door of the SUV with a metallic thunk, a lot of things changed. In the privacy of the back seat and away from prying eyes, Kristen's hand found Kaylee's. My daughter scooted close to Kristen, brushed the red hair from her girlfriend's shoulder and rested her head there. I smiled at them in the rear-view mirror, remembering my own young loves, and put the car into gear. Their voices dropped to whispers as I pulled out onto the street. We stopped off at Kristen's place before we got to our house. She was in and out in a mere fifteen minutes, bounding down the walkway towards the car, floating on her toes, as if she was whooshing across the stage at a ballet performance. "Glad only my mom was there. I would have gotten questioned to death if my dad was," she said, relieved. Apparently, those reins I was loosening for Kaylee were still firmly in place for Kristen. Her dad seemed to have the hardest time with it. I zoned-out on the drive back, thinking about what to make for dinner and trying not to intrude on what was going on in the back seat. The hushed voices were none of my business. "We're going to take a shower," Kaylee announced, as we walked in the door. "Did you wash those towels, last night? I glanced at them. They stood close together, my daughter's arm hanging loosely around Kristen's waist, as she asked the question. Still clad in their ballet outfits and dancer's tights, it made for a pretty picture. "Oh!" I put my hand to my forehead. "No, I didn't. I was so tired. I have one that Kristen can borrow, though." I neglected to throw the towels in the dryer before I went to bed last night. They were bound to smell funky by now, but nothing that my ingenious mixture of 20 Mule Team Borax, pine cleaner, and fabric softener couldn't fix. On the bright side, I always had a backup. I kept a spare in my bedroom, a precaution learned when Kaylee slid into her teens. She often forgot to include her dirty towels in with the laundry, a product of that aloof attitude that teens have. She was better about it now, but my habit stuck, and I always had a spare. I zipped into my bedroom as soon as I had a moment. "Here you go, Kristen." I handed her the threadbare magenta terry. "Not the prettiest, but it'll do in a pinch." She took it, nodding gratefully. "Cool. Thanks, Jen. I owe you one." Kristen was still smiling at me as Kaylee dragged her towards her bathroom. They disappeared behind the door and I heard the sharp snick of the lock. I chuckled. Were they really worried I'd barge in on them? Even if I did, what would I really see? Two naked teens covered in suds didn't seem all that horrifying. Not to me anyway. Forty-five minutes later, they bounded onto the couch, towels wrapped snugly around their fit bodies, skin pink and glistening. I was flipping absently through television channels when my daughter snuggled up to me. Kristen plopped herself down into my lap and tugged my arms around her. I felt the sweltering humidity of Kristen's moist skin. "Hello there, girls. Any hot water left for me?" I chided. "Probably not." The two girls giggled their guilt in stereo. I relished my beautiful daughter's laugh and the wicked feeling of having her girlfriend's body pressed against mine in front of her. "So, what are you up to tonight?" I asked. "You can borrow the car if you two want to go out." They continued giggling, but looked slyly at each other when I asked the question. "Thinking about staying in tonight," Kaylee replied. Then, Kristen dramatically turned her head to me and asked in a purposefully exaggerated voice, "Do you want to hang, Jen?" It was a rhetorical question. Of course I wanted to hang with them. "Sure," I replied reflexively. "I have this new movie that we might like..." I stopped as it dawned on me what Kristen implied with the word 'hang'. It was also a word used when Kristen and my daughter wanted to masturbate together and didn't want to be crass about it. "Ugh," Kaylee teased, playfully, with an over-dramatic eye-roll. "Last thing I want to do is watch my mom and my friend hang with each other." "No," Kaylee continued, becoming more serious, and waving her hand. "You two have fun. I have a hot date with a book." Kaylee's eyes darted between the two of us and then she leaned in and kissed Kristen's on the lips, her hands sliding onto her girlfriend's long legs. Kristen and Kaylee were easing me into their public display of affection, but treating me as if I needed to get used to the idea of them kissing each other. Like the shower bit, I really didn't mind seeing two beautiful teenage girls kissing. Their kiss was searching and tender. It wasn't a full open-mouthed kiss with tongue but it wanted to be. They broke it off in a moment. With her cheeks flushed red with excitement and her pupils dilated with fiery ardor, Kaylee's eyes flicked to my mouth, and she nervously gave me a quick peck on the lips. I didn't protest. "Come back to my room after, Kris. I want to hang out, too, some more." Kaylee winked. " 'Kay, Kay," Kristen agreed and patted my daughter's thigh. My daughter left the couch. Both Kristen and I watched Kaylee leave and then Kristen's eyes slid to me. She wriggled her eyebrows comically and grinned with mischief. "So? What do you feel like doing first, Ms. Hart?" So much for dinner. Kaylee would have to fend for herself. * * * Kristen's body jerked as her first orgasm tore through her. She was on her back, glistening with sweat, and I was stretched out next to her, hands buried between her legs. I continued toying with her, plying her sensitive and swollen pussy lips. She was overcome and dizzy and rewarded me with the most adorable whimpering noises as she recovered from her climax. "Wowwie, that was a good one!" she groaned when she caught her breath. She rolled me onto my back and stretched her leg across my torso, moving herself up on top of me, straddling my stomach. I felt her well-muscled butt on me flexing, as she maneuvered into her new favorite position. Leaning back, one hand supported herself on my leg while the other hand grazed my aching slit. Sex with Kristen was beyond fun. She was clever and shameless. She needed a lot of guidance at first, but she learned quickly. Lately, she surprised me with inventive little twists of her own. She'd make some lucky woman very happy one day. "Kaylee's a kick," she commented, as her talented fingers trailed up and down my lips. "Oh?" I asked carefully. It was the first time she'd mentioned my daughter during our sessions. "Some of the things she says are out there." Kristen said. "But she's sweet. She's fun." Kristen tapped at my slit now, changing things up. "Did she ever tell you about the time we met?" I shook my head, lips mashed together. It was hard to talk with her touching me like this. I was having enough trouble keeping my eyes from crossing. "It was boys, actually. That's how we got to know each other. We talked about boys. Funny, right?" Her fingers parted my lips just barely and toyed with my entrance before easing away again. Maddening. I nodded, barely listening. She could have been reading a phone-book right now. "So this one time when she was at my house, we talked -- about kissing guys. I'd never done it. Home-school and now private school." Kristen leaned down until the tips of her bangs brushed my forehead. We traded a few breaths and she licked my lips, watching the effect she was having on me. Her fingertips began circling my clit. "Want to know what Kaylee said to me? So, she asked if I wanted to practice. On her. Hot, right?" My sly little daughter! I blinked and nodded, my mouth falling open, hips writhing on the bedspread. Her touch. Her words. I was getting close. "Oh, Jenny!" Kristen cooed. "I love how you are moving your stomach against me like that. Feels sooo good." Her eyes narrowed and she started grinding her hips down into my belly, tribbing against my stomach. Her lips pursed as the sensations rolled through her pussy and clit. "It's like humping a water bed," she moaned. "Very nice." Distracted, her fingers stopped and I found my voice. "Did you kiss her that night?" I husked. "Mmmhmmm." Kristen nodded. "And then eventually, we started masturbating in front of each other." She studied me as she went back to her wicked teasing, fingertips fluttering up and down between my legs. I would either cum or go crazy. Pretty much a coin toss. "I can tell you something," Kristen continued, still riding my stomach some more. "Your daughter is an amazing kisser. I'm glad she was my first. Her lips. Her tongue..." Kristen trailed off. The image of them lip-locked in a heated teenage embrace burrowed itself deep into my head. "I'm going to cum!" I gasped. "Mmm, cum for me, Ms. Hart!" Kristen snickered. My vision focused on her green eyes glittering down at me. So young. So wonderfully wicked. I jerked twice then my orgasm uncoiled from my middle in a long, hot wave out to my limbs. I saw nothing but white. "Wow!" Kristen giggled, as I wrenched and grunted. "I can feel your orgasm through my pussy from your stomach!" * * * "Is it alright if I ask you some things?" Kaylee asked me out of the blue one evening as we sat next to each other watching TV. "Of course, kiddo. What do you want to know?" I replied as I continued to watch the screen. "It's about girls...," she hazarded. "And you gotta answer. No take-backs." "Anything," I replied. "And it's about Kristen, too." I aimed the remote at the TV and muted it. I sighed inwardly. It was one of those conversations. "Okay, honey" I replied, trying to sound upbeat. She had never asked me about Kristen in that tone since they started dating. It had to be serious. "Did you two have a fight or something?" "No," she answered, to my relief. "I was wondering. What do you two do together?" my daughter wondered. "Like what?" "You know. What kind of things do you and Kristen do together... in bed?" I gave her a sidelong glance. "We do bedroom things. In my bedroom. On my bed...," I chided her, but also tried to dodge the question. "Mom!" Kaylee huffed. "No, really. You said you'd answer the question." Kaylee nudged me with her shoulder playfully, trying to make light of the conversation. I didn't really want to have any part of this conversation. It felt so awkward. But I had the lack of judgment to sleep with my daughter's girlfriend. The details of my sex life were up for grabs now. My daughter could be persistent when she wanted something. "C'mon, we're both doing it with her. What's the harm in talking about it?" she added, while I took that moment to contemplate. "We probably do the same things you two do," I offered simply, keeping up my evasiveness but I understood that it was probably a lost cause. I was usually straightforward with Kaylee about sexual things. The difference here was that we were talking about someone we were both sleeping with. "I know." She shrugged. "Not trying to put you on the spot. Just wondering, you know?" "Thanks, hun." "Here's the thing," she continued, brow creasing. "I guess I'm not really clear on what kinds of things girls can do with each other." My mouth fell open and I shut it hastily. Was she asking me for instructions? Part of me was mortified. The other part -- the unseemly part -- was intrigued. My stomach fluttered with lust. Visions danced through my head of these two teenagers fooling around with each other, in their fumbling effort for sexual gratification. But I also marveled at my brave little daughter, at her courage to ask about the things she didn't fully understand. I didn't have the pluck at her age to bring up half the topics we'd talked about in the last nine months. She smiled slightly as she looked at me, watching my wheels turn. "Well." I sighed, resigning myself to my fate. "Besides touching each other? I'm really not sure what I do with her that you don't." Kaylee's head cocked, thoughtfully. "You rub yourself in front of each other?" Her voice rattled with desire. "Or do you actually rub, you know, each other?" "Each other. Usually." "All the time? Or just sometimes?" "Most of the time." I watched a bright flush creep across my daughter's cheeks. "Seriously?" "Yeah. Why? Don't you?" "God, that's hot!" she panted. "We're usually just rubbing ourselves in front of each other. Not rubbing each other," Kaylee explained. She demonstrated with her body movements, putting her hand between her legs in masturbation position, as if I didn't know what she was talking about. "She's never touched you?" "Well, through tights and underwear, yeah." she murmured apprehensively, after a pause. "I didn't just gross you out telling you that, did I?" I smiled and shook my head. That seemed to make my daughter more content that I was comfortable with her questions and descriptions. Kaylee paused for a moment, staring off into the space between us. Her palm traced absent circles on her thigh. And a thought seemed to suddenly occur to her. "Wait. With underwear on or off?" she husked in a quiet voice, as if someone would overhear. She held her breath, hanging on my answer like sweat pooling on a brow during the long climb to a satisfying orgasm. "Without underwear," I confessed. "You perv!" Her hand shot to her mouth in astonishment. "Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that!" She glanced away with embarrassment at her little outburst. I realized that this information was all probably so new to her and empathized with her. Considering the circumstance of this conversation, there was plenty of room for surprise on both ends. I put my arm around her and scooted her closer in a more motherly, caring embrace. I clasped her hands in mine and rested them on my lap. "No, honey, it's alright," I reassured her in a comforting tone. "Can I say something really, really personal, then?" she ventured. "Promise you won't get mad?" "Promise," I said, my words catching in my throat. Part of me was concerned but this conversation was making me very wet. "We did that once, her touching me, skin on skin...," her voice trailed off for a moment. Her hand that I had placed in my lap began tracing the same circles now, on my thigh. Small movements, at first, but languid and becoming gradually larger. I watched her hand for a moment. "It felt so good, it was ridiculous!" she almost croaked. I felt my pussy get wetter and hotter feeling her fingers on my thigh and hearing her. I pulled her even closer now in what I told myself was another motherly embrace. One arm was around her, cradling her. The other arm went around her waist, my hand slipping to the side of her leg. She snuggled into me, pressing her body into my side. I felt what I was certain was a nipple dig into my ribs. "Do you.. have any questions about it? Skin on skin?" I prompted, realizing her strokes were meandering, inching up my leg. She looked at me but not seeing, lost in whatever sexual thoughts my daughter kept locked in her head. "What's it... feel like, Mom?" she asked softly, as her wandering hand continued stroking upwards, slinking, pushing back the hem of my loose skirt. "To you?" "Being touched?" My stomach lurched a little as I took a risk and slid my hand further down her leg. I hugged her closer. "Yeah. Skin on skin." She rolled her hips into me and her fingers danced figure-eights on my upper thigh. "Yeah," she repeated, eyes still distant, hungry. "If I were touched, how would it feel?" A chill danced down my spine. My fingers slipped to her upper thigh, underneath her skirt. I pulled my fingernails across her ivory skin. "Electric... sensual... giddy," I described. I shivered with lust as her hand explored my leg. My fingers inching longingly to the tender inside of hers, trying to get as close to her intimate place as possible. I couldn't help myself. "What else?" she swung the leg I was caressing outwards, making just enough room for my fingers. The tips of my fingers felt the hot nylon between her legs. "Heady." I gulped. "Intimate. Raw." Our faces were mere centimeters away from each other, noses almost touching, my beautiful daughter in my arms. The urge to kiss her welled up in my chest. "Beautiful," I said to her more than anything. Kaylee nodded, looking from my eyes to my mouth and back again. I slipped a finger between her legs, pulling my fingernail again, along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and she shivered. "I think about you, you know." Kaylee bit her lip. "I mean, the two of you. How you probably do it differently," her voice wavered and choked a bit. "You're way more experienced than me." I felt so much for my darling daughter that it was overwhelming. So pretty. So close. My heart beat in my ears and a throb answered from between my legs. I loved her so much. Kaylee shifted and her hair fell across her collar-bone and neck. Her hair smelled like lavender. I felt her hot, heavy breath against my cheek. My daughter closed her eyes. Her lips twitched as if she was imagining it. I wanted to lean in so badly. Should I kiss her? Did she want me to? My neck moved of its own accord. God, I was really going to do it. Heaven help me. Kaylee rescued us both. "I should probably go to my room," she said weakly, her voice a mere whisper. I snapped back into reality, with her answer, although my body screamed its needs. "To your room?" It was all I could manage. She nodded, regaining her composure. She looked like she was going to faint a moment ago. "Yeah... to take care of... some things?" Her voice came back more confidently. "Things?" I asked wryly as she rose from the couch. "Mom!" She smiled. "Yes, personal things!" "Fine, kiddo!" I laughed back, and swatted at her behind playfully. "Get outta here so I can take care of some personal things, too. Otherwise, you'll have to watch!" I threatened. She shot a look of mock terror back at me and disappeared lithely around the corner. I wasted no time hiking up my dress up to my chest. I simply shoved my hand down my panties and began masturbating. Boundaries Ch. 03 My head was a whirlwind of guilt and arousal. My eyes tracked the muted TV. We were watching a rerun of Keeping Up With the Kardashians before Kaylee excused herself to her room. I watched curvy Kim and imagined her slipping into my bed, kissing me, rubbing me. My fantasy became more vivid and crude, as my impending orgasm neared. I imagined another hand, another girl joining us. Kaylee. My daughter moaned when her lips met Kim's. They groped, Kaylee's curious hands grasping Kim's ample breasts and running her fingers through the TV-vixen's long, black hair. Kim groaned her approval. That nasty woman loved being pleasured by my child. I shook my head trying to clear Kaylee out of my thoughts but, as Kim turned away from my horny daughter, towards me, her face morphed into Kaylee's. It was my daughter's moist lips that met mine, her young, taut body that pressed against me in eager lust. She told me she loved me in a whisper only I could hear; an adoring secret to be shared with me alone. My climax exploded. I bit back my daughter's name, turning it into a mad, grunting whimper. My body contracted, hunching into the powerful wave of lust. I ground my clit hard, prolonging the release. I was barely able to breathe, sucking in air like a marathon runner, as the crude thought wracked my body with multiple orgasms. Oh God! It stretched out when I just wanted it to end. The guilt was exquisite, piling on a dimension of pleasure that I never knew was possible. The orgasm was one of the most satisfying releases I had in my life. In the weakness and exhaustion that followed, as Kim's stunning face and curvaceous body taunted me on-screen, I heard something I rarely heard anymore. Kaylee's footsteps easing down the hall. I heard her door close quietly behind her. Boundaries Ch. 04 Author's note: As a series that attempts to tell a story with a realistic pace and strong character development, much of the nuance can be missed if a reader skips previous chapters. Without further ado... Also, a shout-out to PacoFear who has been an amazing editor on this series. Check out his stories and rate them 5's... just cuz. They're also really good :) My daughter spying on me in the living room put a spring in my step the next day. Kaylee never said a word but I could tell it had affected her too. She looked at me differently and touched me more frequently during our usual routines around the house. My daughter was seeing me differently now. I was more than just a mom. I was another woman. * * * I swiped my vibrator across my aching pussy and shuddered, teetering on the brink of a fantastic morning orgasm. My girl-girl masturbation sessions with my daughter's friend Kristen were beyond fun and I wanted to push it further. I had let her go at her own pace and let her do the things she wanted, but she was still inexperienced. For sensible reasons, raising a teenage daughter meant I wasn't in the habit of bringing home any men. And for equally sensible reasons I wasn't bringing home any of my very occasional lesbian flings, either. There were cravings that went unsatisfied for long periods of time. In my fantasy, Kristen mounted me with a strap-on cock, pinned me to the mattress, and pounded me deeply, making me moan. I worked the vibrator in deep and let it buzz. God, there was nothing like fresh batteries. I was so close. I let out a few cries and then bit my lip to keep myself quiet. I imagined Kristen gripping my hips, her breasts swaying with each thrust, hair whipping to each side as she drove tirelessly. Oh God! It had been so long since I had a cock deep inside me, artificial or otherwise! Just as the orgasm tore through me, there was a knock at the door and Kaylee, my eighteen-year-old daughter, bounded in. Dammit! My orgasm sputtered and then popped. I struggled to keep my eyes open and watched, helpless, as my daughter skidded to a stop and gawked. I yanked my comforter over my nude body, gritting my teeth through the last vestiges of a broken and dearly-needed climax. "Mom! I, uh, I," Kaylee stuttered, color draining from her face. I was in worse shape. I merely blinked, unable to speak. She inched back towards the door. "Maybe, uh, I should come back?" I peeked my head over the mounded comforter and swallowed, my throat dry from panting and raw from the few guttural expletives that had escaped my lips. "No, honey, wait," I said before she disappeared behind the door. "It's alright." Kaylee hesitated, her back to me and her hand already on the doorknob. "You sure? It's totally cool. I can give you a sec and come back." Not having to meet her eyes gave me courage. "No. Really. It's alright. What's on your mind, honey?" She shuffled to stand next to my bed, eyes downcast. Her cheeks, pale before, were now flushed with the red-pink of embarrassed youth. "I didn't just, uh, make that totally weird for you, did I?" Her voice was small and tight. She knelt next to the bed and propped herself up on the mattress with her elbows. I reached for her hand and squeezed it. "Maybe a little." I gave her my sympathetic mom smile. "No harm done. I suppose you just saw in-person what we've talked about for a while now." "I guess you're right," she agreed. A smirk crept onto her face for a moment but she forced it back to a straight line. "Not to get all up in your business, Mom, but does this mean that Kristen isn't doing it for you anymore?" "Kristen's doing it just fine, hun." I chuckled. "In fact, you're laying in the place where she does it for me." "Ewww!" She leaned away from the bed. "You mean right here?" It was impossible not to laugh. "Many, many times. Your ballet friend is very talented. And flexible." Kaylee winced and her hands shot up to fend off the image. "Don't be so gross, Mom." But interest showed in her eyes as they flicked up and down the bed. "Suit yourself." I yawned. "Mind if I put on some clothes so I can start my day?" "Nope." My daughter didn't leave. Instead, she walked to the foot of the bed and set herself easily onto its edge straight-backed and poised, barely disturbing the bed sheets. Her delicate chin turned just a few degrees. It was her way of saying she was content to stay and talk while I dressed. I never had Kaylee's grace. That was a mixture of my mother's good genes and Kaylee's years of ballet study. I moved like a she-hulk compared to my daughter and we both knew it. I sat up and planted my feet on the carpet, stretching shoulders tight from the awkward motions of masturbation. I hadn't meant it as a show. "Your back looks nice, Mom. Kickboxing really agrees with you." "Thanks, sweetie." I stood up naked, with my back to her, and headed towards my closet. "Whoa, really agrees with you," she muttered under her breath. A mom's ears were sharp by necessity. My rump looked pretty darn respectable for a gal pushing forty. I put a little extra wiggle in my hips on my way to the closet. Okay, now maybe that one was for show. Bad Mommy! "What was that, kiddo?" Kaylee swallowed. "Nothing. Are we, uh, still on for shopping today?" "Sure thing. As long as you aren't too cool to hang out with your mom in public." I plucked my Saturday jeans out of my closet and turned sideways before stepping into them. Wiggling my backside at my daughter was one thing. Bending over and flashing her was another. The denim was old and soft, making undies optional. The pants only got as far as my knees before Kaylee voiced her unsolicited opinion. "Aww, not the Mom Jeans." It brought me up short. "What's wrong with 'em? They're my Luckys. They cost me over one-hundred bucks." "Yeah, like in 1998." "So?" Kaylee's nose wrinkled. "Bootcuts are so last decade. Don't you have anything slim?" I looked at my trusty but thoroughly faded pre-Y2K jeans. Maybe she had a point. "Want to help me pick out some new ones at the mall?" I might as well have asked a Jehovah's Witness to help me find Jesus. My daughter literally squealed. "Two pairs? And a top? Maybe some shoes, too? Some cute little flats?" "Fine." I continued tugging on my Luckys, trying not think about what my size eight feet would look like in the ballerina slippers my daughter would inevitably try to thrust upon me. "Wait, what're you doing?" I was halfway through my well-practiced over-the-hips wriggle and I was getting grumpy. "Trying to put on these darn pants." "But don't you want to look nice?" Nice? For what? Fine dining at the mall was frozen yogurt and pretzels. I read the pained look on my daughter's face. Oh, right. At her age the mall was a social nexus. There were bound to be cute boys there. And hot girls. One of the downsides of being bisexual was that it doubled the target market. I sighed. "You want to dress me, don't you?" Kaylee's hands were wringing in her lap. "Maybe I could help just a little? A teeny bit?" Another sigh slipped out. "Fine, have at it." Kaylee vibrated with so much energy and glee that I thought she might fall off the bed. "But nothing tacky. I'm a grown woman." I doubt Kaylee heard me in her rush to rummage through my dresser. She pillaged my underwear drawer until she found what she was looking for and, in a moment, she was standing next to me, a skimpy, bright-red pair of satin panties dangling from her fingertips. "Red satin? For the mall?" She nodded, grinning, then opened her mouth. I beat her to it. "Wait. Don't tell me. When you look marvelous, you feel marvelous, right?" "Mahvelous," Kaylee corrected. Damn you, Billy Crystal. "But close." She knelt down and held the panties open. "Step." I was used to this by now. I usually served as a second pair of eyes as she tried new things on in front of me. I held back volunteering to watch her dress because the last thing I wanted to do was spook her. She had no qualms about volunteering herself, however, and recently she had taken to dressing me like this. It had only happened a few times so far. "I thought you meant dress me. Not dress me." "I'm your whatchamacallit, your Waiting Lady. Like princesses have." "Lady in Waiting," I said absently, although with Kaylee on her knees, pleading, and looking up at me like that made it difficult to think clearly. It also didn't help that, in the mirror behind her, I could see the way her skirt had ridden up. It showed the smooth, flawless underside where her legs rounded into her tiny ass. She was either wearing no underwear at all or she'd opted for a thong that morning. I pictured her naked, pulling the miniature wisp of fabric up her legs. For a moment, just a moment, my own private Pandora's Box was open and a worse image, an even more wicked one, slipped out -- my own hand reaching down right at that moment to grip the back of my daughter's slender neck and pull her face between my legs. Her surprise might make her resist at first but she'd understand. She'd interrupted my morning orgasm after all. In a way she owed me. Maybe just this one time, just this once, she could help her needy mommy. It was only fair. "Earth to Mom. Stick your leg in." Rude reality flooded back in. I shook my head to clear it as I stepped into the underwear, first one foot then the other. "Turn," Kaylee said gently. I did, until we were both facing the full-length mirror in the closet. Kaylee was behind me and her eyes raked up my body in our reflection as she rose, sliding the shimmering panties up my legs. She hid a small smile behind my shoulder when the backs of her fingers traced up my buttocks then hit the waist. Her hand smoothed across my lower belly to settle the panties into place. My stomach knotted. "Wait, right here." She disappeared and reappeared in her silent way. "Next garment, milady." She was holding an equally skimpy matching bra, the kind a woman wears for a lover ten minutes before it's ripped off. I'd never worn it outside a bedroom. I rolled my eyes. I hoped my sarcasm hid my arousal. "His Lordship's request," she teased. "He called on me this morning and begged me to keep you from dressing like such a broken-down soccer mom all the time." "Kaylee!" "Just playing, Mom. You dress nice," she placated. "But maybe if you put in a little more effort, you'd get some real man-action back in your life." I realized my mouth was open before I closed it. "What exactly did you hear earlier?" "Not a lot but enough. Something about cock." She snickered, a hint of red in her cheeks. "I thought you were done when I came in." Kaylee tugged the bra into place, her fingers sliding down the sides of my breasts to smooth it also. Some things were beyond smoothing though. My nipples were stiff to the point of aching. It looked like I was trying to smuggle a pair of extra large gumdrops in my bra. More than a little embarrassing. I thought about her explanation as she scampered off to dig through the dresser again and pulled out some tights. This wasn't the first time she had spied on me. It began to dawn on me that I might have a serial voyeur on my hands. It figured. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree. "Step." Kaylee directed my sole into the foot of the stretchy fabric and she eased them upwards. Her hands roamed my hips and the inside of my thighs, tugging and straightening the tights. She took her time, sliding her hands down my legs, floating between my thighs. Feeling her expert but delicate touch through the thin fabric made my legs feel more unsteady. Kaylee hitched the tights up over my hips to my waist. Her fingertips lingered, spread across my ass. I watched her narrow-eyed gaze slide up and down my body in the mirror. It made my breath catch. She chose a lacy pleated skirt and a patterned paneled one from my hangers next to us. She hung both of them against my body. "This one." I tapped one of her hands. The paneled skirt had a certain sophistication to it and I'd never liked the pleated one. It was pretty but it always felt a little too fancy for me. I bought it thinking that an occasion would come along that it would be perfect for. It never did. Kaylee stepped back and eyed both carefully and then held up the pleated one. "This shorter one would show the lady's comely kickboxing legs to great advantage. Would she reconsider?" The pleated skirt was totally Kaylee. She loved lacy things. I liked the idea of showing off my legs to all those cute guys and hot girls at the mall, though. A few admiring glances could do wonders for a girl's self-image. "Okay, but only because the phrase 'comely kickboxing legs' has never been uttered before in human history. Where do you come up with that stuff?" Kaylee giggled. "You inspire me." She tapped her lips with a fingertip. "Let's see, tops." She chose a tight-fitting summer-weight sweater whose bright blue picked up a color in the skirt. She pursed her lips and stared at me, at the top, then back. I had no idea what she was thinking right up until she set the top down, stepped behind me, and cinched my bra two clips tighter. My breasts bulged out into distinct, noticeable cleavage and my breathing went from automatic to difficult. We worked the clingy blue top on and I was still getting it situated while Kaylee dug a pair of strappy shoes from behind my sneaker collection, dusted them off, and snuck them onto my feet. "There." Kaylee stepped back to admire her handiwork. "Behold your own MILF-y goodness." "Whoa." I spun this way and that. I felt femininity and sexiness creep back into my being. It was nice to wear something that showed me off a little. God knew I'd put the time in at the gym. Kaylee rested her chin on my shoulder from behind, and looked pleased with herself in the way only teenage girls can. "Fair warning — you might get a few whistles at the mall from the guys." One of her eyebrows lifted. "Probably from some of the girls, too." "That sounds kind of fun." She skipped out of my bedroom, but not before giving me a double pat on the butt. "Let's go make 'em drool!" A flurry of tiny footsteps later, I heard a telltale jingle. "I've got the keys, Mom! I need the driving practice!" I looked at myself one last time in the mirror then followed, giddy. My bra was already starting to dig into my ribs, but it was worth it: my daughter had just called me a MILF. * * * The adult part of me understood the local mall was just an oversized Rubik's cube made of stores that inflated their prices to cover their equally inflated rent. That adult part also noted, with dismay, that half a dozen of those stores now had darkened windows. The sorry state of the economy was another decidedly grown-up subject. For better or worse, my rapidly maturing daughter was immune to these concerns as she practically skipped from store window to store window, her small, near-feverish hand tugging me in a nonsensical zigzag pattern. She was also immune, in a selective way, to the hungry looks cast our way by every post-pubescent male in the mall. Her selectivity was based on age; any one man past his mid-twenties didn't register. It was if they simply weren't there. I saw them all, from the unblinking and distinctly predatory gazes of the boys her age to the more discreet double takes of their silver-haired elders. It was the way the older men eyed us both that interested me, the way they looked from my daughter to me, back to her, then me again. My guess was that more than a few of them were picturing themselves in the middle of a mother-daughter three-way. It should have appalled me, but didn't. Several times, I was struck by the image of Kaylee and I both naked, kneeling, taking turns worshiping the handsome admirer's thick, hard cock before he urged us onto our backs, side-by-side, and fucked us in turn until we moaned our satisfaction. It brought a warmth to my cheeks that filled-in for the blush I hadn't bothered with. I really needed to finish what I'd started that morning. I wasn't thinking clearly. As we munched on nachos in the food court my mind was still reeling with those ideas. It was so bad that, as we ate, I couldn't help but stare as her hem inched up her crossed legs. That seemed to happen every time we sat down somewhere. I'd notice my eyes glued to her before I would tear them away. She never commented, however, seemingly oblivious behind her sunglasses each time I caught myself staring at her. Maybe she wasn't looking at me from behind those glasses. More likely, she was drooling over unknown hunk behind me. I was grateful when we finished shopping and we stepped out of the mall into the heat of the parking lot. It was one of those unusually hot days in June, a preview of what was to come over the next two months. The heat cleared my head. On the way home, we decided to take advantage of our hot tub once it cooled down in the evening. We didn't use it most of the year because I absolutely hated running between the house and the tub in cold, rainy weather. Kaylee walked into my room and tossed her hot tub bikini onto the bed just as I ditched the skirt and tights ensemble. "Mind if I dress in here? With you?" It was rhetorical question. She didn't wait for my answer. She stepped in front of the mirror as I shimmied out of my tights and pulled off my skirt. Naked from the waist down, I looked up at her form in front of the mirror and I could see her peek at me over her shoulder through the mirror. I smiled inwardly and turned, my backside facing her. I walked slowly, letting her take in what she wanted, and opened my window. A hot breeze wafted in, rustling the cheap Venetian blinds with a rhythmic thwapping. The breeze helped. Oregon humidity could be uncomfortable. "Good idea, Mom. It's way too hot in here." Kaylee admired herself in my mirror, as I watched, and then slowly pulled her skirt down. She inched it down the back of her legs to reveal her curves and the sculpted ball of her ass. "I think I'm the one that is supposed to be jealous, kiddo. Girl, you got back," I said as my breath caught. "What's back?" I realized I'd just used a term from a song that she didn't really grow up with. "Ass. Sir Mix-A-Lot mean anything to you?" "You really like dating yourself, don't you?" "I'm a single mom. I've been dating myself for years." Kaylee rolled her eyes but laughed at the same time. "You're a goof." She twisted in front of the mirror, trying to get a good look at her butt. "This booty better be primo. I've suffered through ballet long enough." She had. I'd lost count of the years. Was it ten? Twelve? "You must drive the guys nuts at school," I said softly as she sauntered over to the bed where she had laid her bikini. My kid was completely naked, smallish breasts swaying freely. I stared at her rump and her leg muscles rippling as she walked. It took her a long moment to respond. "Not really." I blinked. I couldn't imagine her being so clueless. "You didn't see how many were staring at you in the mall?" I shrugged out of my top and reached for my bikini top. Kaylee paused to watch me put it on. "I saw a lot of them looking at you, Mom." An expression crossed her face, unlike any I had seen before. It looked like a cocktail of jealousy, curiosity, arousal, and worry. "Did you want to have sex with any of them?" "One or two. It's been a long time since I had a good solid fuck." There, I said it. Maybe it wasn't what a mom should say, but she'd asked the question. Kaylee's stunned silence -- no doubt reeling from her mom dropping the F-bomb -- gave me time to finish putting my bikini top on and step into my bottoms. Almost enough time. I felt the smooth press of her young flesh against me and nearly jumped. Boundaries Ch. 04 "I'm sorry, milady, if I neglected my duties. Shall I, your Ladyship?" She gently brushed her palms over the tops of my hands and I let her grab the bottoms. She slid them up my legs, pressing her hips into me from behind. "Yeah, there were some cute guys there. I don't know about the having sex with them part." She shifted her fingers to the front of my bikini bottoms. As she pulled them up, her fingernails brushed against the insides of my thighs all the way up to my waist. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. "But, there were a lot of hot girls there. I would have brought them home, Mom. Let you have your shot at them, too." My wicked mind spun out a crazy scene. My daughter 69'ing a slender preppy blonde we saw at the mall. Two teenagers quickly trying to bring each other to frantic, gasping orgasms on the floor of the women's bathroom. They'd let me watch after I promised to hold the door shut. My dark-haired ballerina trading juices with her blonde preppy lover. The fervid slurps in the restroom silence. I loved contrasts, dark hair and light hair, old and young, experienced and naive, mother and daughter,... I was wrenched from my reverie when Kaylee pulled away and returned to my bedside to finish dressing. I followed her like a cat in heat and sat down next to her bikini that was still laid out on my bed. I wasn't as dainty as her. I rustled the sheets when I sat down. Kaylee eyed me. "Your girls look hot in that bikini top, Mom." "Girls?" Kaylee grabbed her handful-sized breasts and weighed them in her hand. She ran her fingernails over her smooth and youthful flesh and then finally smashed them together a little bit. My nipples were fair, fuller. Hers were darker, smaller. Contrasts. "Girls," she explained. "Why thank you, sweetie. You're kind." I blushed. "No, I'm serious. You probably drive the guys wild at the office." I just smiled and watched my kid tug on her blue lacy bikini bottoms. She had been next to me while dressing and she leaned in and braced herself on my thighs with her hands. "In any case." Kaylee's eyes were soft and inquisitive. "Do you like?" "Of course, honey. It looks very nice," I responded, matter-of-factually, struggling to hide the excitement in my voice. "Just don't go wearing that in public." She frowned. "That bad?" "No!" I snorted, surprised. "It was a compliment. I just meant that it's a little... revealing." "Oh. Got it. But, you didn't answer my question." "I didn't?" "You have to say I look nice as my mom." She stood up straight and did another little twirl, with a whole lot of hip movement thrown in. My tongue almost rolled out but I pulled it back in. "But do you like it? If you were a guy, I mean?" I looked her up and down, as if I was assessing it for aesthetic value. I wasn't. "You mean, do I think it's sexy?" She nodded eagerly. I tried using words that she used to describe women sometimes. She often used the word 'hot'. "You're beautiful, dear." I gulped, trying not to sound too aroused as I answered. "It looks hot on you." Kaylee beamed as she stood up, pleased with my answer. "I hope Kristen likes it, too. Thanks, Mom." My daughter reached out her hand with mock ceremony. "Shall we, milady?" I accepted her hand and she led me outside to the hot tub. "I tried calling Kristen to see if she wanted to join us," Kaylee explained as she slid into the water. "She's out with her mom and dad. She said to have fun without her. I wish she was here, too." "Me, too. Kristen's fun." "I know." Kaylee giggled. "You're terrible. If she were here, I doubt you two would spend much time in the hot tub," I teased as I dipped my legs into the water. She grinned mischievously. "And what would we be doing?" I gave her a wry look. "You know." I'd caught them making out in the living room a few times and it had become a running joke. They also didn't mind giving each other little pecks and small kisses in front of me. "I don't know." She made small splashes with the water, playing with it the same way she was playing with me. "Anyway, I wondered if you two might be able to teach me a few things if I were the one watching." "Kaylee!" I exclaimed out of habit -- not because I was repulsed by the idea. "That's not what I meant." I couldn't believe she'd said it aloud. "I'm just joking, Mom." She rolled her eyes again. It's a wonder they didn't fall out of her sockets. "You can be so serious sometimes." We immersed ourselves in the water, opposite each other, letting the heat of the water sink in. "I wonder about you sometimes, Mom," she said, more serious this time. "How so?" She paused and her brow creased as she searched for the words. "You have all these boundaries and stuff. Like with Kristen. At first, you were totally weird about that." Yeah, sleeping with your girlfriend was weird no matter what you both said. I looked at her for a long moment. "So, what you are saying?" "I mean," she stumbled, backpedaling. "Okay, I'm not saying I'm a perv." "I'm not saying you are, hun." I chuckled. "But where are you going with this?" "I guess I'm just saying you don't have to be so uptight around me sometimes." Her explanation sounded a bit circular to me. "I'm open to anything you want to talk about, hun" I reassured her. "I'm just not sure what's going on in your head these days. Sometimes I need a little help understanding what's going on up there. I'm a mom-" "Not a mind reader?" she finished it for me as if by rote. "Have I said that a lot?" "Just a few. Thousand." Her nose wrinkled up cutely. "Sorry." Her smile was forgiving. "S'ok. The thing is you're really easy to talk to yet hard to talk to at the same time. You might be the coolest mom ever, but you're still my mom, you know?" "I hear you." I swept my arms back and forth underwater, trying to put words together. I wanted to make them good ones. "Look, if it helps, I think my role is supposed to change over time. I mean, you don't need me to choose your clothes or pack your lunch any more, right?" "Nope. I've got that all worked out for myself, thanks." "Exactly. As you change, I change. You're a woman, Kaylee, a smart and beautiful young woman. You've got different challenges now. Bigger ones." I paused to give her my most tender look. "And I'd really like to help you with those, too." Something hit home because she was quiet for a while. She nodded, leaned back, and closed her eyes. Her hair was wet from the steam rising off the surface. It clung to her neck and shoulders. Like most ballerinas, Kaylee was delicate up top. Her neck was long, slender, and smooth. Perfect for nibbling. I wanted to kiss her from her neck and blaze a soft, sensuous trail down her fit body. A silly smile crept across my daughter's face and I felt her strong legs wrap around my knees. Her dancing showed. Her grip was like a vice. Her smile widened as she pulled me closer. In the process, she nearly slipped off her seat. She laughed as waves splashed her in the face when she almost plunged into the water. "Hey, keep your hands and feet to yourself, over there!" I laughed. "Come over here, then." My daughter giggled. "I don't have cooties, y'know?" I obliged her and waded unsteadily over to her side. I sat next to her and Kaylee promptly laid her head on my shoulder, just like I saw her do with her girlfriend. Her elbow slipped underneath mine, forming a clasp. It left just enough room between us for a jet. I could feel strands of her wet hair stick to my back and shoulder. "Okay, so I'm going to do that explaining thing we just talked about, Mom," Kaylee ventured after a long while. "Explain away, honey." I waited, relaxing, letting the water sooth my muscles. "I discovered this in the swimming pool a long time ago but it's even better in the hot tub." "What's that?" "These jets? They feel, uh, really good when they're are against your, you know, vijayjay." "I know, sweetie." I laughed. "Why do you think people buy these things?" "You serious?" "Yeah. I guess it feels okay for guys too, I'd think. But it's practically designed for us girls." She looked at the water in front of her, playing with it, separating it with her hands. My pussy ached just thinking about her young body writhing against the jet pulsing between us. My primitive sex-brain shifted into high gear. "Have you done it often?" "I don't know. Some." For better or for worse, my kid was a terrible liar. I gave her a long look. "Okay," she admitted. "A lot. More than a lot. I think I've done it about a million times. I honestly love this frickin' hot tub." We shared a giggle. "Just here?" I probed, rummaging for more delicious details. Bad mommy. "No." Her cheeks flushed red. "I masturbated in a public one the first time. That's how I found out about it. I did it when no one was around. I tried again but I was too embarrassed someone would walk in on me." "My, my." I gulped. "The things I didn't know about my daughter. I have a public masturbater on my hands." Kaylee's cheeks flushed a deeper red. "I don't do it any more." I chuckled. "I don't mind if you do, hun." I lowered my voice. "If someone had seen you, they probably would have liked watching." "Yeah, freaks." I smiled. "Public masturbation can be gratifying, kiddo. For you and the person watching." She looked off into the distance. "I always thought that if you did it in public it was wrong." "If you like it, hun, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It can be a lot of fun. I've found that the public aspect of it can be -- deeply -- arousing for me." I paused on 'deeply' to add emphasis, but also because thinking about it made my voice catch. "Really?" I nodded. "A little wrong can sometimes be really good." And a large wrong could be even better. A barely bit that last thought back. Kaylee turned away, taking in what I said. Her chest heaved slightly. "If you like it half as much as I do, I bet you are really good at masturbating with the jets," Kaylee wondered out loud after a while. "I've done it a lot but you've done it longer." "Practice does make perfect." I gave her a crooked smile. "Don't think on such things, hunnie. I'm still your mother after all." I meant it as a joke, but she took it seriously. "No. I'm not trying to be pervy. I'm just saying, is all," she scrambled quickly. The heat I noticed earlier was still evident in her voice. "I mean, it is something I've thought about a lot." To my credit, I managed to hold my tongue but my crooked smile grew wider. "Don't look at me like that." Kaylee prodded me in the ribs. "Me and Kristen, y'know, we're just figuring this stuff out. We don't always know what we're doing. That's what I meant. I didn't say that because I'm a pervert." "I know, sweetie," I empathized. The conversation died for a moment but she was still turning something over in her head. Her hands slid beneath the water. She grasped her knees and stared off into space again. "Okay, I'm not trying to be a creepazoid here," she began. "But I was curious about something." "About what?" "I want to do that public thing. You make it sound kinda sexy." "With the jets?" She nodded. I snickered. "You certainly are my daughter. The public part gets me going, too. I understand, sweetie. I don't have any plans tomorrow so feel free to take the car and go down to the pool." "No. I want to try it here." "Like when the neighbors are out?" That thought got me really excited. Kaylee nibbled her lip. "Uh-uh. I mean, now." The entire world rotated on its axis by a few degrees. It took me a moment to readjust. Kaylee stiffened next to me. "You aren't going to do that prudey thing again we just talked about, are you?" I was still speechless. The sensible part of me knew I should change the subject or dissuade her. She had more pluck than I ever could broaching this topic. The other part churned with desire. "You don't even have to look, Mom. I just want someone here to see if it feels as good as the first time." Parts of me shrieked their lecherous encouragement, but I made one last attempt at momhood. "Why can't you just go to the rec center? Do it there?" "'Cause I think it would be weird to do it in front of a stranger. I'd feel more comfortable in front of someone I know, someone who cares about me, and wouldn't make fun of me if I looked silly." Her eyes were downcast. "Besides, I think you've seen me naked plenty. It wouldn't feel so weird in front of you." My heart swelled to hear her say she felt close to me. My love for my daughter welled-up in my chest. Kaylee's pleading, brown eyes rose, framed by dripping dark hair. I knew I was going to hell for this. In the express lane. I gave her my best mom smile. "I understand what you're saying. We could have just talked about it, too. But we can do it your way. If you want me to be here, I'll do that for you." Even though I stripped what I said of any sexual intent, I wanted this so badly. Had I given way to her needs or mine? "I'm not trying to skeeve you out," she continued. "You don't even have to look. I just want to try." "Alright," I agreed and stroked her cheek. "I'll be right here. For you." My daughter's grateful smile was all the confirmation I needed. She stalled for a moment and I wrapped my arm around her in a motherly embrace. I felt the nervous tension in her shoulders. What were we supposed to do next? "So," I consoled. "What would you like me to do, sweetie?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Just stay there." I smiled and pulled away to give her some room. Her hand shot out to drag me closer again. "No," she pleaded softly. With a weak, self-conscious smile, Kaylee spun to face the backrest of the hot tub. She brought her knee up to her chest and braced her heel against the bench-like seat she was on. She lithely brought up her other leg to squat over the jet. She steadied herself by putting her hand on my thigh. A very un-maternal thrill zipped through me. My daughter reached between her legs. "Just need to move the jet up." It looked like she was playing with herself as she adjusted it. "There, now it's pointing up." She hunched closer, then moved back and down. A shudder rolled from her hips up to her shoulders. Her head tilted back. "Mmmm." Kaylee stifled it in embarrassment. My beautiful daughter, moved up and down, back and forth slowly, experimentally. Her cautious movements showed me that this was still trying to figure it out somewhat. She winced and moaned when it was too much, then she'd raise herself off the jet and her face would relax. Her body would lower again. The movement reminded me of one of the first dildo experiences I had with a woman. Then and now blurred and it was suddenly my daughter squatting over me, my strap-on dildo impaling her between the legs, as she used her strong thighs to pull her pussy up and down along my thick plastic shaft. Her head tilted back, mouth slightly open, riding my dick just how she wanted it... "Oh, hun," I gasped without meaning to, caught up in the image in my head. Kaylee's eyes filled with naked lust as they slid over to me. Her pleasure consumed her. My pussy throbbed the way it did when I was a horny and undersexed teenager. I felt her strong, slippery legs against mine. "So... good,... Mom." Kaylee's voice cracked completely. She tried to pull me in closer but I was already smothering my daughter. Nails dug into my thigh with every maneuver and gasp. Each time, those nails made my pussy scream. It slammed me back into reality. "First things first, hun," I instructed. I didn't even think about it before I did it. I pulled her toward me. Our breasts mashed together and I felt her hard nipples poke into my flesh. Her wet hair clung to me and her whole body was slick to my touch. I reached behind her. Kaylee's heated eyes slid up to mine, accepting what I was doing with lust-fueled abandon. My stomach quivered with uncontrollable excitement. I wondered if she felt my reaction pressed up against her like I was. The thought of her feeling my fervor aroused me even further. "This will make you more... comfortable," I explained, trying to sound helpful, but my voice faltered from the debauchery. I untied her bikini top and hung it over the edge of the tub beside her. I gently helped her lean back so she didn't smack against the side of the tub. The bubbles rushed around her bare breasts, licking the sensitive flesh. Taken with the sensations, Kaylee swiped her pussy across the jet again, sucking in air through her teeth. I lewdly slid my arms down to her waist. Even though her motions were unsure, she controlled herself with phenomenal grace, her movements were a dancer's even now. My sex-crazed mind was imagining her putting those fluid, precise hip movements to work, with a strap-on, fucking me. And then she went stiff, braced herself, and pulled her body away from the jet. She spent long moments, rigid, unsteady, eyes closed, trying desperately to settle herself. She regained her composure after a while and let out a long sigh. "Didn't know if I wanted to go there... yet," she husked. Her hand snaked down her trim belly. I watched through wavy and refracting waters as she pressed her fingers against her bikini bottoms and squeezed her legs together. She shivered slightly. "Doesn't make it very satisfying when you hold back, though." She grinned, devilishly. "Now, I really wish Kristen was here." "You're not the only one," I agreed and kissed my daughter on the cheek. "Thanks for sharing. How was it?" "Mmm. I bet you'd show us a thing or two on the jets." Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me. "I've wondered along those lines." I reached out, sliding my hand along her leg. "Me, too," she shifted in her seat, still staring at me, hands still shoved in the water. "About the experience thing. Like I said before." "How are you and Kristen doing in that department, anyways?" Did I sound desperate? I couldn't tell over the excitement coursing through me. "Things are... wonderful." Her eyes narrowed, emphasizing the lurid nature of what 'wonderful' implied. "She's my bestie." "Wasn't talking about the relationship, hun." I winked. "I've never really explained the details to anyone before. But women are more complicated than men. I just hope you two are learning how to please yourselves fully." It was as if Kaylee had been waiting for that exact question. "I was kind of hoping Kristen would teach me what she learned from you. At some point." My stomach fluttered. I reached down to her bikini bottoms and hooked a thumb into the string around her waist. "Want to cut out the middleman?" I asked. "I could give you another pointer." She hesitated, but nodded her head, eyes still dilated with arousal. I slipped down her bikini bottoms and let them rest around her thighs. "C'mere in my lap and hold onto me," I instructed. "With your legs around my waist." I patted her sinewy limbs. Her muscular legs wrapped around my hips and I slid my hands down to her butt. I gripped one firm cheek in each hand. She jerked. "Easy. Trust me, okay?" I soothed. She rested her cheek on my shoulder like she did when she was little. "Okay," she murmured. I eased us both forward until the jet across from us began washing over her rump. A little closer. Down just a tiny bit. She sucked in a gasp when the bubbles slipped beneath to tease her still sensitive pussy. I eased her a hair closer. My daughter let out a tiny squeal-moan. "This feels funny having... someone else... wow!" She gasped through clenched teeth. I nuzzled the side of her head. "It gets better, love." I pressed her fully onto the jet. The bubbles pummeled her bare mound perfectly. Boundaries Ch. 04 "Oh my God!" she croaked, her fingernails scrabbling across my back in indescribable pleasure. Her legs jerked tighter around my hips. "Mom! It's so -- so -- I'm going to -- oh my God!" I held her gently but firmly as her miniature body went haywire in my arms. She rocked, bucked, grunted, lost in ecstasy. When it was over, she collapsed, reduced to dead weight in my arms, whimpering. I eased her away from the jet again. "Enjoy?" I asked, after letting her come down from the onslaught. She was still panting, "I don't think 'enjoy' fucking covers it." I laughed. Kaylee rarely cursed. My daughter gulped, stunned. "Never done it like that, backwards. And bare? Always seemed like it would be too much." I pulled back to see her face, flushed from her exertions. I saw contentment, gratitude, and something else -- another chance. "You don't have to fumble around with this kind of thing if you don't want to, you know?" I searched her face. "I'd show you some things, if you wanted. Guide you. Teach you how to please yourself thoroughly. What we just did is one way." Though she was tired, Kaylee had enough energy to eye me carefully. She was taking my measure. "Is this your way of asking me to do lesbian stuff, Mom? I'm not so sure." I rescued her from that thought. "No, honey." I laughed and stroked her back. "I'm not asking you that. I was thinking more about a demonstration. Showing you tricks that you may not know so that you can do them yourself. Maybe surprise Kristen, too." I saw her wheels turning. "We can go slowly," I soothed. "I just want to make sure you know what you're doing." "Fun is fun," she reasoned. "I never really thought about my mom showing me sex stuff." Kaylee looked down at my breasts, up to my face, and then back to the water. "But, then again, if you are going to show me stuff like you just did..." Her ardor returned somewhat. "Deal." I chuckled. "And I promise no lesbian stuff." Her eyes lit up and she mockingly ground her hips against my belly. "Yeah. Show Kristen all the lesbian stuff so she can use it on me." I pulled her bikini bottoms back up and let her slide off my lap. We left the hot tub's heat and, hand in hand, trotted inside. I grabbed both our towels and towed her into my bedroom. "Hold still. I'll dry you. No sense getting these sheets wet." I wrapped her in a thick Egyptian cotton towel, running my hands along her back to sop up the water. Pulling the towel down her body, I wrapped it around her shapely legs and patted her. I tugged at her bikini bottoms. "We'll need this off." "Just like the dressing room." She squealed and shivered with giddiness. "Slide it down." I didn't argue. I hooked my shaky finger around the gusset and pulled it down her legs. I disguised my excitement. As the cotton towel inched up her legs, I let it graze against her bare pussy. Her legs flexed at every pass but otherwise she said nothing. I looked up, smiling, plainly, acting unaware to what I was doing. Her face was a contortion of pleasure, embarrassment, lust, and decorum. "Tickles," she excused and gulped. I urged her onto the bed and went to the closet to pull out a box. After drying myself quickly, I crawled on the bed and set the box down between us. The air smelled like chlorine from the hot tub. "Ever seen one of these?" I asked, as I opened the lid. "I keep it in here to hide it." My cheeks flushed with heat. Kaylee's eyes widened at the sight of the pink vibrator. "No," she giggled, eyes curious. "Not in real life. Just in pornos." "Oh my. The things I didn't know you and Kristen did." I teased. "It's alright. You can pick it up." Kaylee reached in and pulled out the fake phallus. Her eyes were wide as she examined it, turning it around in her hands, taking in its beads and ridges. I was amused by her naivete with the object. She flipped the switch. "Whoa!" she exclaimed, as it bounced around in her hands. I snorted. "I thought I'd demonstrate it for you, nothing more. So you know," I explained. I took the toy from her hand and placed the box on my dresser. I pulled down my damp bikini bottoms and kicked them off with my feet before rejoining Kaylee on the bed. "I can't believe my mom is actually showing me how to use a vibrator," Kaylee eyes were glued exactly where I wanted them. "I think it's kinda cool that you're doing this for me." I grinned. It was music to my ears. I flicked the vibrator to life and trailed it down my stomach to my pussy, touching it briefly to give myself a sweet taste of the low hum. Kaylee studied every movement. "Your first time," I tried to sound analytic, like I was giving her a history lesson. "You want to take it slowly." I teased myself gently with the vibrator for emphasis. My clit lit up instantly. Whew! I pulled it away to explain a few things. "First you need to realize that there are times to take it gentle and slow. Other times you can be quick. Just feel what you are in the mood for and that's usually how to do it." "Like when I masturbate with my, uh, fingers." "Exactly." My stomach lurched and I nodded. "It's the same with a vibrator. You want to start slow, build up your orgasm. It's so much better that way." I drew the vibrator along my slit and my leg trembled. I tried to be clinical about it but my arousal was growing too fast for me to keep up a pretense. "You can use this on your nipples, too," I husked. "That's fun. But I think we should just concentrate... on the girl bits." "Vijayjay," Kaylee offered, mesmerized by the phallus sliding between my folds, hitching up a facetious smile out of the corner of her mouth. "Sure, yeah," I purred, getting hotter. "What I meant." I teased my clit with the vibrator as I watched my daughter. I couldn't believe she was so interested in watching me play with myself. Having an audience made it so much better. "Did grandma show you how to use a vibrator?" my curious daughter asked. "O-Oh, no." I panted between swipes of my vibrator, suddenly envisioning licking out my Mom and imagining her sweaty, trembling thighs around my head as I gave her the intimate release that only a daughter can give her mother. "We weren't as close as you and me are. We didn't talk about sex." "I'm glad we're close, Mom. I don't think I would have ever figured this out myself." "You want to try?" Kaylee nodded, biting her lip. "Alright, honey." I patted the bed next to me. "Come over here so you can copy my movements." She laid down next to me, looking at my body. I wiped the dildo off on my towel and gave it to her. I did it regretfully as the idea of her using a messy vibrator made me even hornier. I just didn't know how she would react. "That looked good," Kaylee enthused. "Look, my nips are already poking out like yours!" "I got worked up showing you all that. Mind if I play with my nipples?" "That's fine, Mom." Her eyes gleamed, intent on the phallus. She flipped the switch and the vibrator buzzed to life. "Just let me know if I'm doing something wrong." She tentatively lowered the vibrator to her pussy and touched her clit. She moaned and quickly drew it away. "Wow, too much!" Her eyes rolled back in her head. "That's alright," I assured. "It's not like normal masturbation. Start slowly, baby." Kaylee ran it along the inside of her smooth thighs and teased her slit. "Yeah, honey," I encouraged, perhaps a little too eager. "That's it. Feel good?" "Oh, God, mom! Why didn't I ask you about this before?" She panted. I tweaked my nipples as the sounds of my daughter moaning beside me drove me into the stratosphere. Watching her slide my vibrator between her slick, trembling teenage pussy lips was a fantasy come true. I felt a communion with Kaylee that I hadn't felt with anybody before. It was a combination of lust, love, and a knowledge that not every one got to see this sexual aspect of their child. It touched an unknown place in me that made me feel lightheaded. Lost in my own thoughts, I realized I was neglecting her. "Ease up there, honey. Let it build." I reached for the vibrator. "Here let me show you." My hands were still shaky from the delirium as I accepted the vibrator. My daughter's sweet musk wafted up to me from the phallus and devilish thought crossed my mind. "Mom, you are totally nasty!" Kaylee wrinkled her nose as I placed the unclean vibrator against my pussy. She didn't take her eyes away from it. I relished the thought of my daughter's sex juices mingling with mine. I almost came when that vibrator grazed my slit. I moaned and clenched my teeth as my insides were on the razor edge of unleashing a monster orgasm, like a dam straining to hold back a biblical flood. My quaking stomach signaled the arrival of an impending orgasm but I pulled the vibrator away before my body gave way and I saved it. My head rolled over to look at my daughter. Her young, fit body sculpted to perfection. I saw a lot of me in her face and my stomach lurched at the kink of realizing how attracted to those features I was. "Wow, mom," she remarked. "You just looked like you were totally eye-humping me." "Oh." I scrambled for an excuse. "I was just.... well, you can see how worked up I got drawing it out. Keep that in mind." I wanted to smack myself. My excuse sounded dumb. "It's alright," she reassured. "It was kinda hot seeing how excited it got you." "Give it another whirl. Remember, slow." "Gimme!" Her hands shot out greedily. "I'm going to masturbate while you do. Is that alright?" "Sure," she agreed. "Just don't forget about me." I had no intention of that. I'd be watching every depraved second of this spectacle. She gripped the vibrator and admired it for a moment, the look on her face one of pure lust. She wiped it off on my towel. "I guess I'm not as used to this as you." Kaylee snickered. "I haven't shared a vibrator before. It would be kinda funny to me if I didn't clean it off. " I smiled, finding it amusing how Kaylee viewed my experience with other girls. She purred when she pressed it against herself. This time she was a little bit more sure, my quick-witted daughter already learning. Her head leaned back as it slipped between her folds. Kaylee buzzed her clit again and again. "Ohh-Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Yeah, honey. That's the sensitive part," I reminded her. "Wait till you want to cum." I watched her body with a perverse lust. She looked over at me. I saw her eyes alternate between watching my fingers circling my pussy and staring at my breasts. "All those things I copy feel pretty good," she croaked. "Anything I can do to help." I gasped. "Ohh... yeah, just let me watch and copy." "Yeah, watch me, baby." That exchange enhanced my enthusiasm and my fingers sped to a blur between my legs. Kaylee's eyes were glued to them as she matched my speed. She grunted with each movement she duplicated. "I could cum right now, Mom. See?!" Her stomach was twitching, flexing madly. "Oh, honey, slow down a little," I cautioned. "It's quicker with a vibrator. Here, like this." I let off with my fingers, teasing my slit but not enough to make me cum. I could feel the surge of a tremendous orgasm in the depths of my body. "Mommm... I don't know how much longer I can take it." Kaylee let up on herself like I showed her. She was close. Her whole body glowed with the sheen of sweat. "Let's take a breather," I suggested. "What for?" I smiled. "I know you are about to cum, but let yourself simmer." "Because it's better that way, huh?" "Yep, you'll see." She sat up, propping herself up with her elbows. "I've heard grinding on a pillow is good too." "Sure is, honey." "Can you show me that too? Sometime?" "I'd love to." I looked her up and down. Her pussy glistened and the air smelled like sex. I savored the smell of my daughter. "What else is there to do?" Kaylee wondered. "Well, honey. You can use a dildo. They're like what we're using but they don't vibrate-" "I've seen them in pornos, too," Kaylee interrupted. "Ummm... there's using a solid object, like a chair or couch arm or something, shower heads, electric toothbrushes. Then there're different positions, like on your stomach..." Kaylee snickered. "That's a lot!" I patted her leg. "Yes it is. Ready to go again?" I asked. "I know our conversation probably didn't help." "Not really." She smiled. "Just promise me you will show me those things, alright?" "Of, course, sweetie. You will be very acquainted with your body when we're finished." My daughter offered the vibrator to me. "Do you want to use it again?" "No thanks, honey." I waved it off. "This time is for you right now. I can take care of myself. Don't you worry about that." "Okay." Her eyes gleamed. "Your loss!" She flicked it to life and Kaylee carefully pressed it against her. She squealed immediately but she did exactly what she should have -- pleased herself at a measured pace. "It's not so crazy like before," she admitted, her words short. "But I feel... tight... like I'm going to explode soon." "Good," I praised, drumming my pussy faster hearing her talk like that. "That's where you want to be." "Oh yeah.. so good, Mom." Kaylee let out little gasps. Not loud or constant ones but intermittent and desperate, as she attempted to hold back those amassing sensations that threatened to smother her in ecstasy. "I wish... I could feel what you feel... know what you know...." Kaylee squirmed. "... so I knew.. ohhhh.. when to release." "Awww... sweetie!" My eyes flared at the thought of her wanting to share something that intimate. "I wish you could too!" I groped across her hips and stomach for her free hand that was resting on her sweaty thigh. She accepted my hand enthusiastically. "Oh... Mom," she moaned. She gripped my hand tightly, emphatically, fingers intertwined and she gave it a squeeze. I returned the favor. "I'm so... close... ," Kaylee seethed again. Her words half-formed, teeth clenched. "Oh, Kaylee... I want this so much," I slipped. "Me too," she groaned, gripping my hand tighter. Her hips thrashed, rutting against the vibrator. "Hold on... sweetie." I was absorbed in my own little word of impending orgasmic joy. "It's happening... I can't believe it..." Her hand pinned mine in a vice-grip. And then the world froze for a second. Kaylee hunched and sweaty, face wrenched into the beginnings of an overwhelming orgasm, knees splayed, eyes wide at the impending crash of sensation that was about to sweep through and overtake her. She screamed. "O-Oh! Cumming mommmmm! Mmmmmmm!" A violent orgasm wracked Kaylee. Her whole body convulsed. Her muscles seized and her hips lifted off the bed. She grunted and moaned, her voice uncontrolled and hoarse. She hissed through gritted teeth as the amazing wave crushed her with its unyielding pleasure. I felt my body explode at the same time. The fiery orgasm seared through me. It expanded, lengthened, then shattered like a crystal into multiple orgasms and it left me helpless, bucking and succumbing as each successive wave burned through my body. I went from the blistering crest, to the unbelievable wildfire of sensuous orgasmic delight. I watched as Kaylee's breasts continued to quake as my aftershocks hit me. We shared those amazing sensations through our clasped hands. Mom and daughter. Teacher and pupil. We laid there weak and overcome. Kaylee whimpered and her body seized when a tremor returned. The vibrator continued to buzz on the bed, dropped when Kaylee was taken by her release. "You should have told me about vibrators before," Kaylee groaned finally after we laid there for eons, recuperating. I rolled toward her, our faces inches apart, and smiled. "If I knew you were game I'd have taught you a lot by now." "Perhaps you can show me." She shifted her hips forwards and back. "I'd love to learn more vibrator tricks." "Now?" "No. Later on," she replied, giddy and giggly. "I'm a little worn out. I need to call Kristen back any ways. See what she's up to." "Ah, planning on showing her your new moves?" "And here I thought you were too straight-laced." Kaylee poked me playfully. "You sure showed me, didn't you?" "I know," I said under my breath. I couldn't help myself. "I'm really glad you're my mom," she complimented after a moment. "I bet there aren't many girls that get to learn about their bodies like this." Kaylee leaned in to kiss me. The world paused again as her kiss landed on mine. This was a peck, like the handful she had given me before, but this one was different too. It was longer, more tender, and I sensed real affection behind it. She pulled back and licked her lips. "Thanks. Seriously. You know I don't think of you as just a mom. You're something more. I know I've been a brat in the past but you've always been more to me." "You're welcome, honey. I think of you as more too," I admitted. "I've got a mom, a best friend." Her nose wrinkled with mischief. "And a perv tutor, all in one!" I was still laughing while my darling naked daughter slid off the bed, giggling, as she skipped away to find her cell phone. Boundaries Ch. 05 Kaylee crawled into bed with me later that evening. I barely remembered stirring as she walked into the bedroom. I felt her warm body slid underneath the covers and nestle up against me. There was a soft kiss on the forehead and then unconsciousness reclaimed me. "Wake up, sleepy-head," my daughter's voice invaded my dreams the next morning. I growled and pulled the covers over my head. Fingers walked across my back. "I'm hungry. I need blintzes." "Need...," I grumbled. "You know how to make them yourself." "They don't taste as good when I make them." I felt her cradle me, her bare breasts mashing into my back. I felt her soft nipples rub against my spine. "Pretty, please? With sugar on top?" "Alright, alright." I rolled back to face her and rubbed sleep out of my eyes. "I'll make you blintzes." "Thanks, Mom." She gave me a quick peck on the lips. "You're awesome." She was out the bedroom door in a flash and I heard the bang of pans and the clink of silverware as she prepped the kitchen. I sat on the edge of the bed, letting myself wake up and wondering how she moved that fast. Age was creeping into my muscles and joints. I noticed her boots leaning on each other against the closet door and her embroidered skirt crumpled up next to the bed. Even at eighteen, my daughter kicked her clothes off like a child. My daughter hadn't slept next to me the whole night since she was young. I pulled on some clothes and plodded into the kitchen. Most things were laid out, except for a few essentials. My daughter sat at the kitchen table, waiting. "You sure are animated this morning." I commented. Her cheeks reddened. "I'm just happy." She hummed excitedly as I poured the mix into the blender. I saw her tap her toes to her own beat as the mechanical whirr of blades reverberated throughout the kitchen. The skillet was already sprayed, so I began making the blintz shells. "Be a dear and get the oil ready?" I asked Kaylee. She jumped up happily. "Not afraid I'm going to burn it?" "Just put it on low. It will speed things up." I looked up and down at her naked form. "You're in no way to mind a stove, anyways. You're not even dressed." She practically skipped to the counter and bent over to reach beneath the oven where some of the other skillets were kept. Those sinuous glutes stretched, accentuating the lovely feminine curves of her hips. Framed between her dancer's muscles was her beautiful pussy. The lips, closed up normally, yielded and exposed her treasure trove to the world when she was excited. My eyes never left her statuesque figure. I imagined those folds yielding to my tongue as I tickled her pussy with my tongue, giving my daughter the most exquisite relief. "Ready." Kaylee scampered back to the table. The oil was warm enough when I was ready for it and I wrapped three blintzes, browning them quite nicely within a few minutes. Kaylee beamed when I sat her plate in front of her. I spooned some leftover lasagna from dinner into a chipped bowl for myself and nuked it. Despite her giddiness throughout the morning and the general comfortableness of our new-found physical relationship, she seemed suddenly quiet when I sat down. "Was what we did yesterday, uh, alright with you?" Kaylee finally spoke. "Actually,... I felt a little awkward, afterward. Thinking maybe I shouldn't have shown that to you." "I don't know. I couldn't imagine any one else showing something that intimate to me and being that patient. I couldn't keep my hands off myself in the car on the way to Kristen's. Thinking about it." I barely held back a moan imagining my daughter thrusting her hands down her panties in traffic. "Me, too." "Honest?" I gave my best casual shrug. "I can't imagine it being wrong if we both enjoyed it." "I felt a little weird after. But it felt so good that I also thought that it shouldn't be that weird. And I know you wouldn't ever show me anything that was bad." "You got that right, kiddo." I smiled. "I'm proud and lucky to have such an insightful daughter that can see that." "There is one thing I am wondering about, though, Mom," "Yes, hun?" "Are you only giving lessons? Or can we also do that... uh, not as a lesson?" I almost dropped my spoon. "Kristen and I masturbate in front of each other all the time," Kaylee continued. "And I didn't know how much fun it was in front of you until we tried it." The world seemed to slow down and I felt my pussy throb. I could barely speak as I imagined Kaylee naked with her girlfriend Kristen, masturbating for her, and then imagining Kaylee kissing Kristen's nipples. My knees felt weak. "W-We both enjoyed it, obv-obviously," I stammered. "I don't see why we couldn't continue outside of a lesson." "Like now?" Oh God! I wanted to crawl across the ground and lick my girl's pussy right there. "Blintzes, now. Masturbation,.. some other time." Kaylee frowned, but didn't give up. "Fine. I masturbate. You watch?" * * * I had just returned from work and was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich. There was no ballet tonight and I could hear Kaylee listening to My Chemical Romance in her room. Her bedroom door opened and the music spilled loudly into the hallway. She walked around the corner, singing quietly. "Oh, Mom!" She stopped immediately. "Didn't know you were home." "Just got back. Sorry, I didn't tell you. Was hungry so I went straight for food. I know we have that movie date tonight." She nodded and reached for the refrigerator door handle. "Wow... You're wearing that skirt." "This? Yeah. it's the one we picked up. Remember?" "I know." She eyed the whole length of my figure. "Just hadn't seen it on you yet. It looks smoking. The guys at work must be going crazy." I flushed. "I noticed a few of them turn their heads at work today." "That mean you finally going to get some penis?" "I don't fancy any of my co-workers, Kay." Kaylee shrugged. "Having a penis around here might not be a bad thing." My daughter turned back to rummage through the fridge. She bent almost in half, knees straight, reaching for the bottom shelf. It made her dress slide up the back of her legs, showing me the smooth backside of her thighs, and made me wonder whether she wore underwear. I imagined her showing me more of that ballet-honed flexibility with a strap-on dildo. "Kay," I said as gingerly as I could. I laid a caressing hand on the small of her back as she opened a tub of yogurt. "Maybe we could forget the movie tonight. Y'know?" She moved into my hand and looked at me. Her eyes dilated. "For serious? Tonight?" "I'd love to. If you are in the mood." "Mom. I thought you'd never ask." "You're in luck, sweetie." I ran the back of my fingers delicately against her cheek. "Work has been stressful the last few weeks. It just drained the energy from me and it wasn't on my mind. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." It was a lie, and probably for prudent reasons. I had this incessant fantasy of my daughter cumming hard on her dildo in front of me almost every night this week. A small part of me felt terrible thinking about her like that. Only a small part, though. She beamed and forgot her food. Giddily, she accepted my hand and I led her into my bedroom. "Like last time. Except no lesson," I assured her. Kaylee blushed, sheepishly. "Only if you want to." What I really wanted to do was rub my pussy against her slender dancer's body. "Yes. Definitely, hun." Kaylee vibrated with energy as she started for my dildo box. She stopped, deftly turned to scamper into her room, and then returned with my vibrator. "You've been leaving me wetter than usual. Always keeping that thing in your room, y'know?" I remarked. "How could I not?" Kaylee turned a deep shade of red. "You taught me things about my body I had no idea about." She pointed at me with the vibrator. "Stay there. I got an idea." She daintily placed the vibrator next to me and crawled toward me. My breath caught short as she hovered over me and stared into my eyes with a smirk, almost touching her breasts against mine. I felt like a mouse in a cat's paw. I flinched slightly when she reached her right hand underneath my skirt and gripped the hem of my pantyhose. "If this isn't a lesson, then we should make it at least kinda sexy. Right?" Her other hand glided up the inside of my right leg and then slipped to the outside, grabbing the other side of the pantyhose. She spread the pliant material and slowly eased them down my hips and legs. "I might take this out of context." I winked, trying to figure how far my daughter might go with this. "I don't even know what that means, Mom," she replied as she tossed my jet-black pantyhose behind her. Can't blame a girl for trying. Her hands resumed their silky slide up my legs and to my hips, pushing my skirt higher. "Amazing legs." Her fingers traced circles around my stomach and waist as she stared at my rapidly moistening pussy. "And I can't wait to see that vijayjay of yours have an orgasm." "V-vijay-jay.." I was breathless as she unhooked my skirt's front buttons and pressed her hands against my pubic bone. It made me want to crawl out of my skin with desire feeling her hands move near my pussy. It wasn't right to enjoy this so much. With another gentle smile, my daughter slipped the skirt down my legs. "Wait, let me try this." Kaylee said. She brushed her chest against mine, her soft breasts raking up my body from my knees to my ribs. The movement was like an exaggerated upward dog from a yoga video I used once. The feeling was completely sensual and turned me on something fierce. My daughter laughed. "Okay. Maybe that was fun for you. But it just felt silly to me." Kaylee wrapped her legs around my torso and straddled me. She enjoyed my reaction more than a daughter should as she slowly undid the white plastic buttons and pulled apart the shirt. She grazed a hand from my cheek down my neck, across my collar bone, and then slowly along the underwire of my bra cup. My heart thudded in my ears and my breath unconsciously paused with a sharp intake of air as I felt her fingers glide across my breasts. My nipples grew and strained against my bra. My daughter's accustomed fingers floated up to the neckline of the cup and ran her fingers down the sensitive flesh of my breast. I shifted underneath her and let out a breathy pent-up half-moan. "I'm glad you enjoyed that." Kaylee flopped onto the bed next to me. "My turn." I pulled my shirt and bra off the rest of the way and then scooted my daughter toward the center. My unease about physically teasing my daughter quickly dissipated with how excited it made me. The gleam in her eyes, the heave of her breasts, and the twitch of her thighs gave me courage. Kaylee practically moaned when I ran my hands along her legs, up her skirt, and to the inside of her thighs. I pushed the dress up to her chest and then laid on her so that my stomach was against her pussy. Maybe she was worked up from the ministration she gave me, but she was already shifting beneath me and in a breathless excitement. Seeing that, I grabbed her hips and moved my stomach between her legs, right where she wanted it. "I can't wait to see your pussy have an orgasm, babe," I husked, overcome with the reaction I was generating in my daughter. I heard a moan underneath her breath. I slid in a reverse of the downward dog movement she did to me, until I was between her thighs. I heard her breath pick up pace. "You really do have the prettiest pussy, sweetie. So perfect," I complimented. Kaylee growled as I brushed my fingers along her pussy lips to pull off her thong. She wore a dress and my lusty mind gave me some inspiration. I leaned down to grab the strip of fabric with my teeth. I heard another appreciative noise from Kaylee. The smell and taste of her juices coated the sodden thong as I pulled it down her honed legs. I sat up with the wisp of red fabric hanging from my teeth. The fire in Kaylee's eyes brightened. "God, you're good, Mom." Kaylee reached for her pussy. I raised a finger. "Before you do that... You gave my titties a tickle. It's only fair." I ran the back of my hand down the side of her cheek, down to her breasts, as she had done to me. Her chest heaved again as I ran my fingers slowly along the cup and the sensitive flesh. Her eyes tracked my every movement. "That feels good, Mom." Kaylee panted. "Sit up so I can unhook your bra." She obeyed and I used it as an excuse to mash my breasts into her stomach. In a fluid movement, I tugged off her bra. "Your nipples are hard just like mine." She stared at them as I pulled away. "Mind if I touch them?" she asked awkwardly. Music to my ears. "Of course you can. As long as I can touch yours, sweetie." She grinned and we moved closer to each other. Her fingers brushed my erect nipples and she studied them as they grew harder under her touch. I let out a sigh of enjoyment and she giggled. "This is fun hearing you respond.. oh..." Her voice trailed off as I slipped both hands onto her soft flesh. I ran her hard nipples underneath my palms and relished how they moved against my skin. My daughter's eyes fluttered and she was lost for a moment. Her hands forgot me and clasped my hands firmly against her chest. "Wanna tickle my breasts while I masturbate?" she asked coyly. Yes! But I wanted something a little more carnal. "That would be fun, babe. But I think I have something better." I laid a soft but assuring hand on her chest and guided her to lay on the bed. Her eyes stayed with mine as I laid her lengthwise. For a moment, I hovered over her, purposefully letting the tresses of my dirty blonde hair tease her hard nipples. There was a slight uncertainty in her eyes but she skimmed a loving hand across my side and hip. "Just stay there," I instructed. I slid down her body, her flesh withdrawing as my hot breath kissed her skin. "Oh.. Mom..," Kaylee squealed and writhed as my breath rolled past her stomach. I stopped to linger over her pussy and breathed in her musk. Her muscular limbs flexed as I breathed on the inside of her thighs. "I know how you like masturbating in front of people. How about we keep it sexy and I watch you masturbate.. really close?" I asked. I emphasized the closeness by placing my face a few inches away from her sopping pussy. "I've never had a girl that close to my vijayjay. Not even Kristen. You really want to see it that close while I touch it?" "Mmhmm..." I tried to put a little purr into my voice. "It's pretty hot to watch a person's juices spill out and then to hear them grunt and make a mess of themselves. Don't you think?" I hoped that didn't gross her out. She shivered. "T-That does sound really good.." Kaylee groaned as she flicked the vibrator on and the first sensations of mechanical pleasure gripped her. I was mesmerized by how quickly her juice made the pink plastic glisten and how her pussy lips opened up invitingly to the phallus. The vibrator glided the whole length of her pussy and she intermittently pressed it hard against her opening. That movement was interspersed with another series where her stroke became extremely slow and unhurried. She'd pull it away, pause, and then reward herself by pressing it against her sticky slit again. The whole series would start over again and her body reacted according to her will like a master musician playing an instrument. My daughter had learned a lot from her illicit practice. Her eyes were heated slits. I saw them rove over my body as she continued the stroking technique that was giving her so much pleasure. I rewarded her look with a kiss on her inner thigh. She shuddered and sped up her pace, tapping her clit. "Easy, hun. You're going to frig your clitty right off," I warned. "Your lips...," she panted. Her ass cheeks were wet from the vibrator smearing her juices around. "You wanna... see me... just d-drench.. c-cum all over this.. t-thing?" Her voice seethed. "I want... you to cum all over my face, sweetie." She responded to me with a grunt. "But I want to enjoy it, first, too." "Y-yes. I wanna... watch you.. while I do that." Kaylee shoved the still-buzzing vibrator in my face. "I'm going to copy you, babe. So I can feel what you feel." I rasped. "Yeah. Feel... what you feel." Kaylee's eyes widened and her hips rolled. She slipped her fingers between her folds. She calmed herself down by slowly massaging her swollen pussy and giving herself a break from the intense pleasure of the vibrator. My daughter's dainty digits probed her slit, and I saw the tips disappear inside herself and reappear on the way out. Her eyes hungrily settled on my hips and breasts. A charged euphoria hit me. I sucked on the vibrator to taste my daughter before I pressed it against myself. Kaylee drummed a sticky rhythm on her slit as she watched me enjoy her leavings. I did something that popped into my lezzy brain and I couldn't stop myself. I grabbed my daughter's fingers and kissed them, getting another taste of her sweet pussy. She smothered a gasp. Undaunted and drunken, I kissed the back of Kaylee's drenched hand again and heard another moan. My kisses became more fervent. I slipped my tongue the whole length of her drenched fingers and eagerly slurped her juices. On my second pass, I felt my tongue brush wet pussy. Her body jerked and she let out a throaty sigh from the unfathomable depths of her being. "Mom... I'm so close..." My tongue was still grazing my daughter's sopping pussy. Her fingers adjusted to give me a little more access to her. For the first time, my most fervent desire was being fulfilled with my beloved Kaylee. And I was going to share in the most intimate release of my daughter. I knew I shouldn't be doing this but I wanted it with every ounce of my soul. Kaylee held on for as long as she could, groaning, breathy, growling her desire. Her eyes were fixed to my hands between my legs. I shifted more to show her the release I was getting from my vibrator but the bed was not large enough to accommodate two people end-to-end. I gave her a glimpse as best as I could. Her body writhed as her orgasm gained momentum. Her fingers were speedily rubbing her pussy, while my tongue was grazing her busy digits, sucking in her warm nectar. "Yeah... rub your vij...," Kaylee groaned. She shuddered in waves with her eyes glued to the vibrator that was madly fucking my pussy. Her body jerked intermittently as she drew out successive orgasms, one after another. My orgasm hit me like a brick wall with my vibrator buried deep inside me. It exploded from my core and spread. Her hips mashed against my face. My nose was wedged between her slick fingers and I breathed in the haze of bittersweet pussy juice. I extracted myself from the post-coital jumble of limbs and pulled my daughter into a motherly cuddle. "I think my whole insides are gone, Mom. I don't think I've cum that hard. Ever." Kaylee declared approvingly. "I saw stars and everything." I was too overwrought to respond. I laid there, cradling my daughter. "How did you feel, Mom?" Kaylee asked after I hadn't responded. I had a wide and satisfied grin. "It felt absolutely amazing, Kay. Really good to hear you enjoyed yourself." "God. Having you there between my legs... Ugh, feeling like I was cumming on your face was surprisingly... passionate." She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Seeing you get excited like that. And seeing it so close..." I shivered. "...got me so wet, Kay." "And I felt so close to you. Like we were sharing something erotic and caring. Does that sound weird?" I shook my head. "No, Kay. I think that is what turned me on about it." Boundaries Ch. 05 * * * I was giddy the next morning and woke up bright-eyed. Kaylee was still snoozing. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and she snuggled further into the blankets. It was a bit chilly so I threw on some clothes. I walked out to the kitchen to make breakfast. Kaylee padded in a little while later. I didn't notice her until I saw her standing still rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She hadn't bothered to dress. "OJ?" I asked. "No. Skim milk. I've been cheating on my diet," she mumbled. She sat at the breakfast nook and leaned on it like a drunkard, struggling to wake up. "Coming right up." I poured her a large glass, sat down with her, and slid it over to her. "Does what I'm doing with you make me a complete lesbo?" Kaylee asked as she tapped her fingernails on the glass. "Do you want the short answer or the long answer?" "Something tells me you are going to give me the long answer, anyways." I laughed. "Yeah, because it's not a simple answer." "Great." "Hun, it's not that difficult, really. You like what you like. I've never been a fan of easy definitions or labels." "But, you told me you were a bi." "I did." I sighed. "But it was just a way to make things easy to think about. You were young when we first talked about me liking girls, remember?" Kaylee nodded. "I think I would want to try a penis sometime. Maybe once. But, boys are jerks. Does that make me a bi? Like you?" "Hun. I think I'm the worst person to ask about what someone is. Whether they are bi-sexual, straight, gay, or... what's the new term used nowadays? Pan-sexual? Try things out for yourself. Make your own decisions. Don't rely on someone else to make those molds for you." "Okay." She thought for a while. "So, if I'm not sure if I'm a bi or a lesbian, then can we still masturbate together?" Her eyes looked hopefully at me. "Of course, honey. I love you too much not to stop." Her hopeful expression changed to a very satisfied smile. "And besides. You and I need to pick up a vibrator for you to use. You keep stealing mine. Do you and Kristen take it?" The last part came out before I had a chance to screen it. I'd have to rub one out before I went to work this morning. "A vibrator might make up for the lack of masturbation this morning." "Well, Mom needs it for when her Kaylee isn't around to help her." "That Kristen comment just made me think of something, Mom..." I shivered. Did she spin out crazy thoughts just like me? * * * Kaylee's sweaty body was tight against me as we spooned after an evening of masturbation and dirty talk. Our vibrators lay discarded at our feet and we cuddled in a post-coital exhilaration. "Hey, Mom," my daughter asked. "How many pussies have you seen?" "Hmm... A handful?" "...you said mine is the prettiest. Even prettier than Kristen's?" "By far." "Where did you see the others?" "That was a long time ago, let me think..." "In high school?" I laughed. "No, my experience wasn't exactly like yours. Why? How many have you seen?" "Kristen's. Yours... Lori's and Katie's when we were masturbating. Mine. That makes five." "Yours doesn't count." "It does if mine is the prettiest." I made an approximate mental count. "About ten. Most of them a little after your dad and I married." "Wow. Really? Did you lez-out all of a sudden, or something?" "Not, really. I saw one in high-school. Then, none for a while. And I told your dad I was bi-sexual when we started dating. There were a few girlfriends I messed around with for a few years until he wanted to join in. We tried that once and it didn't work out. Your dad can be a little possessive, y'know? I didn't see any more girls until after the divorce." Kaylee nodded. "So, it was in college when you were married to dad?" I thought back across all those years. "Yeah. It always just kinda happened with girls. And I have to admit that I really like girls. So we just messed around." "It happened cuz you're hot.... messed around... like, kissing and fingers on panties messing around? Or we talking skin-on-skin, orgasms... messing around?" She shifted beside me. I laughed. "Skin-on-skin, building each other up to orgasms with our tongues messing around. Another girl wanted a threeway but that was after your dad and I tried one and I knew he couldn't handle it." Kaylee's palm slipped across her stomach. "Was the first pussy the high-school girl?" I nodded. "And she was the prettiest pussy I saw before yours." I didn't know if I wanted to say anything more than that. "Seriously? What was her name? You got an old picture of her..." I gulped. The girl and I had accepted that moment in time and we had our understanding about it. We were still in contact today. And Kaylee knew her. I was unsure if I wanted my daughter to know about it... "You really want to know her name?" "Uh huh." "I'm telling you this because I trust you, Kay," I heard myself say. "But it was your Aunt's. Amanda." "Your sister? Really?" Kaylee gawked disbelievingly and she moved around to face me. "Like, just kissing, right?" "No, Kay. If I saw her naked while kissing we were probably doing a lot more than that. Think about it." Her face was a mixture of confusion, astonishment, and contemplation. "I can't believe you totally lezzed-out with Aunt Amanda." Kaylee bit her lip. I didn't know what to do. She settled back into the tight curled position we were in before and I wrapped my arms around her again. I suddenly felt awkward about my dealings with my sister. One part of me was frozen. The other part of me wanted to confess every bit of what happened and be honest with my beloved Kaylee. She didn't stir but just laid there, breathing regularly. When I checked to see if she had fallen asleep, I could see that her eyes were still open, staring. "Umm... how did you two start, anyways?" Kaylee asked after a long while and I thought she had fallen asleep. "Well. We were in the same room for many years. Grandpa and Grandma didn't have a lot of money when we were growing up. And it was only natural to see each other naked. But, when we were eighteen or so. Your age. We were finally catching boys' attention." "I'm hearing a lot about boys and growing up, nothing about girls." "I'm getting there. Anyways, we had that ugly duckling phase in high school and didn't date much before eighteen. When the boys started coming around, it got us thinking. About sex." "So, you started making out?" "Not quite. Problem was that it was a small town..." "Gaston is tiny." "Yeah, and the high school was a junior high and high school mashed into one. The only cock was underage or twenty miles away in Portland." "What about girls? Your age?" "That's what happened. A new girl moved into town and she really liked girls. Danica was her name. There was only one of her so Amanda and I had to share. I don't know why but Danica didn't mind if we watched each other." Kaylee shifted. "Kink number one..." "Oh, I'm well aware of your voyeur turn on, Kay." I poked her. "I'd like to voyeur you and Kristen...," she mumbled. "I'm not sure Kristen would be into that. You want to hear the rest of the story?" She nodded. "Danica left pretty soon, though. Her dad only had a six month contract with the Department of Transportation. We were eighteen, hormones raging, and the only real sexual experience had been with other girls. Together. We weren't exactly bad looking. Do you start to see a picture forming?" "How was it? With Aunt Amanda?" Kaylee asked contemplatively after a moment. "Kay. It's not easy to explain. But it was very sensual." "Did you watch her masturbate? Like you and I do?" "At first. But, it became more experimental." "We experiment." "Not like Aunt Amanda and I did, Kay." "Oh." My daughter paused for a moment. "How did you experiment?" I wanted to express to Kaylee the physicality that my sister and I had shared. It was still one of the most moving experiences I had ever had, second only to the physicality and passion that my daughter and I shared. However, the degree had been to a greater extent than what my daughter and I had experienced physically together and there were areas Kaylee and I hadn't dared to venture yet. I was unsure how much to tell. "We touched each other while we masturbated." "Oh, yeah?" The hand that was on her stomach slipped between her legs. "Did you get close to her pussy? Like we do? And smell her juices?" "We..." Not only did I smell her juices, I used to lick my sister's pussy till she cried. "...I mean... I.. used to put my hand on her pussy and masturbate her." Kaylee's hand pressed hard between her legs and she let out a cute moan. "D-did you.. let her... cum on your hand?" "Yes, Kay." My pussy grew wetter as I watched my daughter frig to my story. "It was very special between us." "Special...." My daughter panted. "Like when you sucked my pussy juice off my fingers... that one time?" "Like that. Just like that, hun." I traced my finger along the curve of her hip, the kind a lover could grip in the throes of passion, as her moans grew louder and her hand worked faster. I trailed that fingernail further up her side, along her slender neck, and to her connected earlobes. I heard a frustrated growl and her other arm grabbed my hand and placed it against one of her breasts. I felt her hard nipples on my palm and her flesh was pale and soft against mine. Amanda's breasts, as I remembered them, felt heavy compared to Kaylee's. My sister's were like mine; large and considerable compared to Kaylee's cute and handful-sized globes. Kaylee's body was reacting and I sensed her imminent release. Kaylee's hand was loose on mine, continuing to clasp my hand to her breast. I kept my hand still, not wanting to impinge on her carnal fantasy. I wasn't sure how far she wanted this to go. Her release was considerable. It wasn't the screaming affairs of recent but it looked very pleasurable. Her stomach and limps flexed and she whimpered joy. When her body calmed, my hand moved to the other side of her chest and I felt her heart thump. She laid there with her eyes closed for a long while. When they finally opened, her eyes emanated nothing but love and happiness. She could have stayed with me the whole night, naked, in each other's arms, but there was something in her eyes. Something primal that I recognized in myself. Tonight was not the night we should be sharing a bed. I walked her, hand-in-hand, to her door. We parted with a peck on the lips and left each other to our respective bedrooms and thoughts.