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Direct to Video Ch. 01

By: YKN4949



Chapter 1: A Strange Relationship

Rachael Farmer hopped out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. She has a lot to be happy about in the reflection. She looked every bit the part of the star flyer on her high schools cheerleading squad. At a petite 5'1 and 95lbs she was the perfect size, but at 18 years old there was little chance that she was due for a growth spurt. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing. She had a gorgeous, but youthful body at with a slim build that promised to flair out to an hour-glass shaped bombshell like her mother, a former beauty queen when she entered her twenties. As for now her breasts were small at 32-B cups and her hips were slim but feminine. She had a strong butt. But her best feature was her face. Encased in long, dirty blonde hair pulled into ponytails, she had the face of a starlet. Her eyes were wide and honest and her nose was small, and turned up like a pixie. Her lips were thick and her teeth white. When she smiled the deep natural red of her lips contrasted beautifully with her delicate white skin and pearly white teeth. Despite the fact that she knew that she was every boy's dream, she was also very humble and approachable, a potential senior prom queen.

She wrapped her towel around her body and walked out into the main locker room. The other cheerleaders were milling around talking. She was friendly with all of them, some more so than others but she definitely got along with everyone. Her mother said it was her gift, something that she had inherited and something that would come in handy if she ever changed her mind and decided to start doing beauty pageants.

"Hey Rach," she heard a voice say and turned to see her best friend Cindy Womack drying her hair with a towel, "Me and Sara are going to get something to eat. We were wondering if you wanted to come to. Because you have money."

"Yeah right!" Rachael laughed and her friend laughed as well. They both knew that Rachael's mother forbade her from getting a job and if they were going to get food, Cindy would have to pay. 

"So are you down," said a nude Sara walking around the corner and putting her arm around Cindy. Sara was like that, a bit of an exhibitionist. At least she had the body and the shaved pussy to pull it off.

"Sorry girls," Rachael said, "I would love to get out of this place as it is nearly five, but I missed a math test in Mrs. Lowell's class and there is no way that I am going to stay after on a Friday when her next office hours are."

"Have you ever made a test on time in her class," Sara said and Cindy giggled, "No seriously I feel like you make up a test in that class every day."

"Well maybe math period is the time I like to hang out with my boyfriend, did you ever think of that?" Rachael asked in a very serious voice as she removed her towel and started to put on her panties. She could tell the other girls were looking at her perfect body and maybe ever her freshly waxed pussy, but she didn't allow herself to get a big head about it. She hadn't done anything to earn her body, it had just sort of happened. An accident of birth or something.

"What boyfriend?" Cindy said rolling her eyes. They knew she was single and had been for two months.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Rachel responded as she hooked up her bra. 

"Pfft, come on" Sara said rolling her eyes and grabbing her clothes, "See ya slut"

"Peace, you filthy twat" Rachael responded back.

"See ya later tonight maybe?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call later or something."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye," Rachael said and then put on the last bit of her clothing, grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. She saw a few friends in the hallway on the way to her test and she waved at them. Today was just such a perfect day. She was in such a good mood. Nothing could possibly ruin it. In fact, she expected the day to only get better from here.

In a few minutes she was at the classroom of Mrs. Kitty Lowell, her Algebra II teacher. She knocked on the door and Mrs. Lowell looked at the door, smiled, and beckoned her in. Mrs. Lowell was not what you'd expect from a high school math teacher and mother. She was gorgeous. She was still very small for a 39 year old woman, in tremendous shape at 5'3 125lbs. Through the years the only part of her body that had gotten thicker were her breasts, and they were spectacular 36-D cups. Her nipples still defied gravity and every boy in every one of her classes tried to look up her long, milky white legs to her tight butt and elegantly tapered hips. Her face was beautiful as well with dark eyes and dark, thick lips. Her nose was long, but thin and looked proportional on her somewhat thin face. Her hair was still midnight black and she left it loose and long down her back and her bangs hung down in her eyes. She was a high school boys wet dream, the perfect high school teacher, although she would never let anyone know if it flattered her or not.

Rachael pushed open the door and walked in. She looked around and saw that three other people were also taking late test. She saw two boys that were older than she was that she didn't know and she saw Ariel Cooper, another senior who she knew by reputation. She was a Goth or punk girl or something and Rachael tried to stay away from her. She could see Ariel giving her dirty looks as she came in. Sometimes Goths were impervious to the charms of the cheerleader.

"Hello Mrs. Lowell," Rachael said sweetly and then sat down in her seat.

"Hello Rachael," Kitty said in her soft, whisper light purr. She smiled at all the students, "Okay we are all here now so we are ready to begin the examination."

"Had to wait around all fucking day for little miss queen," Ariel grunted under her breath and the two boys laughed.

"What was that Ariel?" Kitty asked sternly, "Do you have a problem with the way I administer my tests after class."

"No," Ariel said lamely and rolled her eyes.

"It is a courtesy that I allow these tests. I can refuse to offer late tests to any student I desire. Would you like to be placed on that list, effective immediately?"

"No."

"Okay." Kitty said and Rachael felt good. Mrs. Lowell would always look out for her. She didn't much care for these kinds of students anyway, ones who didn't apply themselves and then demanded special treatment. But those thoughts were soon banished from her mind as Kitty began to hand out the tests. They were all taking the same test.

The examination was actually quite easy. It was multiple choice which helped, although you were encouraged to show your work as incorrect answers could be given partial credit if they had good work with minor mistakes. Rachael buzzed through each question, showing her work and knowing when she selected an answer that it was definitely correct. In a little more than half an hour she was done. She checked over her work until the time was up.

"Okay students, that's all you get," Kitty said and the other three students groaned. Rachael flashed her teacher a knowing smile. Kitty quickly collected up all of the papers, "Okay, you guys are all free to go. Oh, except Rachael. I think that I need to have a word with you." She said it very sternly and knitted her brow as she looked at the cheerleader. Rachael's face too contorted, a look of absolute shock. Ariel and the boys giggled, it was clear that little miss perfect had been caught cheating. It was the only way she could burn through the test that fast. They reluctantly moved out of the classroom, wishing they could watch the axe fall.

"See ya later Princess," Ariel said, shoving past Rachael.

"Please leave all of you!" Kitty said and the kids all left. Then her stern demeanor melted and she gave Rachael a large, pleased smile.

"I was wondering what your plan was!" Rachael said, smiling back and lounging languidly in her desk chair.

"I had to get rid of them somehow. If any of them have the nerve to ask you about it tomorrow, just tell them I was holding you back because another girl had been caught cheating off of you during your last test," Kitty said, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse. She was wearing a white, loose fitting blouse, a charcoal skirt, black stockings, and black 4 inch heels. She was sitting on her desk with her legs crossed and her hair tossed over her shoulder.

"I don't think any of them except maybe Ariel would have the balls," Rachael said and the teacher smiled at her crudeness. Rachael was wearing a pair of blue booty shorts with VCHS written on the butt and a skin tight white tank-top. 

"I do like it when you talk like that..." Kitty said, pushing herself off of the desk and walking across the classroom to where Rachael was sitting. In a single fluid motion she reached her hand around the back of the student's neck and pulled her in closely for a deep and sexy kiss. Their mouths were quickly open and Rachael giggled around the teacher's tongue as it dipped deeply into her mouth.

They had been doing this for a few months now and they both thought that the other had been the seducer. It had first started after a late test like this. They had stayed and talked for a while and found that they were very compatible. During an awkward silence they had somehow kissed one another. They were passionate that first time and neither really knew what had come over them. But then it just seemed to keep happening, they never really discussed it and neither woman had ever considered themselves a lesbian before they met, but they knew that they liked to have sex with one another and they also found that they were very much in love with one another, although neither had yet had the nerve to actually admit that fact.

"Pull my pigtails, I like that," Rachael breathed into her lovers face. Kitty obliged, grabbing Rachael's hair and then pulling her closely into her mouth and kissing her again. Rachael's hands flew up to her teacher's blouse and quickly started unbuttoning the shirt and threw it on the ground.

"I don't have much time this afternoon, my husband is coming sweetie," Kitty explained. There was no apology in her voice. The two had long ago figured out that they had to fit their fun in while they had the opportunity.

"I'll be quick," Rachael said with a sly smile and then quickly unzipped her teacher's skirt. Kitty was no less efficient and soon both were naked in the middle of the room. They were standing now, their arms wrapped around one another. Kitty's large tits were rubbing against Rachael's small, hardened nipples and the girl was moaning.

"69?" the teacher asked helpfully and Rachael emphatically nodded her assent. Kitty quickly slid down her lover's body, letting her breasts rub their way down Rachael stomach and against her hairless pussy. She then flopped back on her back and spread her legs, revealing her pink and equally hairless vagina. Rachael didn't take time to admire. If Kitty said she didn't have much time it meant she actually had no time at all. She swung her hips down and dropped her pussy on her teacher's face. She spread her arms out and planted her face in Kitty's twat. Both women loved the feeling of having another woman's tits on her stomach and they both grinded briefly against one another.

Kitty started first, realizing that her husband wouldn't wait forever and eventually would make his way down to the school to greet her. He still loved her, even if she wasn't really sure any more about the way she felt for him. He was a sweet man... but why was she thinking about that now. She darted her tongue out tentatively and began to gently massage the young girl's clitoris. She heard Rachael groan and she smiled to herself. She loved the way Rachael's pig tails felt laying heavy against her thighs.

Soon Rachael's tongue was out as well. She kept it thick, but loose and dug it deep into her teacher's twat, enjoying the feeling of Kitty squirming against her. She pumped it in and out the way she assumed a cock would move in and out it, but Rachael was a virgin when it came to boys. After a while, she too settled in to gently tonguing her lover's clitoris.

They writhed on the floor together, careful to keep their moan quiet and discreet, but it was difficult. They were holding each other gently at the time. Their love making was not as wild as it had once been, but it was now far more caring and for that reason, to the women, far more erotic. They whispered loving words into each other's pussies. Things they couldn't possibly say to each other, they were too nervous. But it was still very intense. It just a few short minutes, Rachael was cumming hard. Something she had not experienced until she started sleeping with Kitty. As usual, the feeling of Rachael's pussy contracting sent Kitty over the edge and soon she too was wracked by convulsive orgasms.

For a few moments they just lay there on the hard, cold linoleum floor, their bodies entwined and their breath coming deep and slowly. They Rachael rolled off her teacher and moved so that they were lying next to one another.

"That was very nice," Rachael said pleasantly in her little cheerleader voice and Kitty laughed, wondering how many boys in school wanted to hear Rachael say that. Wondered if any had the imagination to imagine the two of them together in their wildest dreams.

"I agree," Kitty said.

"I guess you better go," Rachael said with just a hint of sadness in her voice.

"I guess so. Don't act so sad. Go hang out with your friends. I will see you again tomorrow. I mean, not 'see' you but maybe we can do that again next week when my husband goes back out on the road."

"Okay. See you then," Rachael said, not wanting Kitty to feel guilty. She quickly got up and both women hastily got dressed. Rachael was finished first and headed to the door.

"Oh Rachael..." Kitty began, but realized that she wasn't able to finish that sentence, even though she desperately wanted to do that. To say that she loved Rachael. But she was afraid to scare the girl away.

"Yes..." Rachael said, praying that the teacher would say those words, say that she loved her. Make some sense for what had been a confusing couple of weeks together.

"I think you did very well on that test," Kitty said in a dejected voice, recognizing that she had failed herself and Rachael again. She would tell her eventually. When the time was right. Not now, not while her husband was waiting at home.

"Thanks," Rachael said with equal sadness. It never even occurred to her to say the words, she was still young and didn't think it was her place to say such a thing even if she felt it burning more brightly now than any emotion she had ever felt in her life.

"Have fun with your friends."

"And you with your husband," Rachael said and they both left school for the day.

Chapter 2: Blackmail

Kitty Lowell awoke the next morning at the sound of her alarm. She hated that sound. It was so intense that if a similar alarm went off anywhere for any reason, even if it was a television commercial, it would make her cringe. She quickly slammed her hand down on it and rolled over in bed. For just a second she imagined it was Rachael next to her, the little cheerleader that had stolen her heart but was so enigmatic at times she had no idea who she was dealing with. Instead she felt her hand graze her husband's flabby stomach and she rolled her eyes.

She had once loved the man who was still sleeping next to her. They had married young and he had given her a beautiful young son, Richard Jr. But their passion had cooled. Oddly, as they grew younger and she remained as beautiful as ever he had been the one to stray. Even as he grew fatter, balder, and more mean-spirited she began to notice lip-stick on his collar and the smell of whore's perfume when he came home from his frequent "business trips." At first she had pretended not to notice and then she had confronted him. He had denied everything and she pretended to believe it. She had even made unsatisfactory love to him just the night before. But she was only with him now because when he was around he was a decent father. And because she didn't know what else to do. She hated to admit it to herself but the college-aged feminist that she once was had melted into a fully dependent on a man she no longer loved. If she left, where would she go? Her only other family was a widower older brother who was completely worthless and his young daughter.

The only bright spot in her life was Rachael. She became so aroused thinking about the girl that she considered waking up her husband and trying to make love to him again. But she knew that it wouldn't work, that he'd just grumble something and then go off to work. She woke him up with a rough shove and then got out of bed before he could say anything.

Kitty got a very quick shower and then got dressed for work in her normal uniform of a long skirt and billowy blouse. She didn't like the young men staring at her ample breasts. She left the bathroom and saw that her husband was still asleep and she hit him again. She then walked over to her son's room and knocked on the door. Richard, who had just turned 18 was already up.

"Morning mom!" he said not looking back from his video game.

"I told you not to get up early to play that!" Kitty said, but without real malice. He was the apple of her eye and he knew it. Knew he could pretty much get away with anything.

"I know," he said, turning around and giving her a big smile. He was a small boy (man, she reminded herself), only 5'4 and weighed no more than 120lbs. He was in 12th grade but didn't look it. He had his mother dark hair and her big, dark eyes.

"Well then get dressed and come downstairs and I will make you breakfast." She closed the door and headed downstairs.

She wasn't in the mood for a big production, so she just popped some of the batter she had made two mornings before into the waffle maker and searched for the maple syrup.

"Gotta go," she heard her husband saying and she turned to look at him. He was shabbily dressed as usual and he had his briefcase in his hand. He looked tired and unhappy and she wanted him out of her house. For a moment she hated him. Then she spoke.

"Did you say goodbye to your son?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her body.

"Hey buddy," her husband yelled up the stairs and her son came downstairs and said hello to his dad, "I gotta run. Have a good day in school son."

"Do you have to go before breakfast?" Richie said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Kitty hoped he would say he was too busy and wasn't disappointed.

"I have missed so much office stuff the last few weeks on the road and I have to go back out in a couple of weeks so I am going to have to really get down to work the next few days," he explained and gave his son a reassuring smile that was a giant lie that only Kitty knew about. Of course, he trusted her completely to never say anything to their son and it was well-placed trust. She would never say a word and hated herself for that. In a moment her husband was out the door and out of their lives for a while.

"Waffles again! Come on mom! The least you could do would be buy real waffle batter. You're just making pancakes shaped like waffles," her son complained as she put the plate down in front of him. She ignored him and sat down across from him and ate as well.

They talked about little things for a few minutes and she wondered if her son had a girlfriend. He was cute. She wandered what he would think about Rachael and felt very embarrassed. They were the same age. But she was so much more mature, girls always were.

When they finished eating they hopped into the car and Kitty drove Richard Jr. to school. He was supposed to go to the school where Kitty worked, but she hadn't thought that would be a good idea. When he was first in high school, he was growing up, and didn't need his mommy around. She'd sent him to a private school when he started high school. Now, he was an adult and had spent all his time there. He used to complain that all his childhood friends went somewhere else, but she was always going to do what was in the long-term best interest of her son. She gave him a kiss on the cheek as he left the car and he went inside. She smiled after him. The only man truly in her life.


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Her drive to her own high school was very quick. She thought again that she should convince her husband to buy her son a car, so she didn't have to drive him to school. She was almost late every day to work and just thanked God that she was so well respected by her principal and her peers. But she liked the time in the morning, and didn't get much time with Richie later in the day. She parked her car and rushed into the school, she looked at the clock immediately upon entering and saw that she cutting it quite close. She ran into her classroom and saw that a few students were already seated for homeroom. She knew that her hair was in disarray and could tell that the boys liked her slightly disheveled look and it made her a bit uncomfortable. She straightened her hair and then found a note on her desk stating: "Meet me in your classroom at 4:00 p.m. It is important." She didn't recognized the hand-writing and it wasn't signed. Very strange.

*****

Rachael had awoken that same morning when her mother, Emma, stuck her head into her room and yelled at her to wake up. She heard her younger brother and sister already awake and talking in the hallway. Her mother always woke her up last and did extra little things for her because she was the oldest, a great deal older than her half-siblings. She suspected that it was also because her mother had a special love for her as the only child of her first husband. A man who'd died early. Not that Rachael's stepfather was a bad man or unpleasant but Rachael was the only member of the family who was just Emma's.

"Come on, I know you are lazy but you are going to be late," Emma Farmer said, smiling at her beautiful daughter. Everyone said they were very much alike in looks and manners. Both were bubbly and sweet and both were gorgeous. Emma was a bit taller at 5'5 and 135lbs, which was not bad at all for a 40 years old woman and mother of three. She had once been as thin and wispy as Rachael but she had filled out with age to a 36-C breasts and gently flaring hips. She looked in the face like she could be Rachael sister and had her dirty blonde hair cut into a short bob. She still looked like a beauty queen.

"I am up!" Rachael said and then groaned and stretched out. She slowly got herself out of her bed and went to the bathroom and got a quick shower. By the time she went downstairs her stepfather had already left to take the two younger children to school on his way to work. It was the ten minutes each day that Rachael had with her mother while she waited for Cindy to come pick her up.

"You get prettier every day," her mother said as they sat at the kitchen table. Her mother was wearing her robe and was resting her head in her chin. Rachael rolled her eyes.

"I am not going to do it mom. I like cheerleading," she said.

"Do what? I just said you looked pretty," her mother said in a very innocent voice.

"You want me to be a beauty queen and you know I am too old to start anyway."

"You are too pretty NOT to start," Emma said in all seriousness. It just seemed to Rachael that her mother had just decided to stay at home for the rest of her life and now that she was too old to do her beauty contests that she wanted to do nothing but make her kids do them. Her half-sister was already doing it. But Rachael had always refused.

"I think Cindy is here," Rachael lied and headed out to the front door. She loved her mother but was tired of the pressure, tired for feeling guilty for not being exactly like her mother.

"Love you honey," Emma said and leaned forward and gave her daughter a kiss on the head. She wasn't in the mood to fight either.

Rachael went out to the front stoop and sat down and waited. She was thinking about Kitty. Wondering what her mother would say if she knew about that. She had said something once, at a parent-teacher meeting about how beautiful Mrs. Lowell was, but she doubted her conservative mother would like it. She wondered too, for a moment, what she thought about it. But she chose not to. Sometimes it was easier to ignore something that was bothering you rather than tackle it head on. If she had to really decide whether or not she was a lesbian, whether she was in love with a teacher at her school...she couldn't imagine the implications of that.

"You awake!" A voice called and Rachael looked up to see her friend Cindy leaning out the window of her little Honda Civic smiling at her, "We're going to be late."

"Sorry," Rachael said smiling back and ran and got in the front seat of the car. She looked back and waved at Cindy's little sister Tess. They were Irish twins, with Cindy just ten months older than her younger sister. They were both 18, and both seniors. It was strange that Rachael and Cindy were close friends, but Rachael and Tess never really became close. Tess seemed less mature than just ten short months would indicate and Cindy definitely treated her like a younger sister. But beyond behavior, they were a lot alike in appearance. They both had the same deep, dark red hair but none of the freckles usually associated with it. They both had youthful features and big white smiles. Both looked underdeveloped for their age with small 32-A breasts and slim builds. The only difference was that Tess was three inches shorter at 5'0 and a bit lighter at 95lbs. She also had braces, which was pretty much the only way to tell them apart if you saw them.

"Turn it up!" Rachael said and soon the music was blaring loud and all three girls were singing along. The girls didn't talk on the way to school, just sang and giggled. It was part of their morning ritual and it was nice. They parked in the senior parking and split up their separate ways. 

Rachael walked quickly to her locker, she was running a bit late and she had a lot of stuff to unload form her backpack. However, suddenly Cindy caught back up with her and grabbed her arm and looked at her with concern.

"What's up?" Rachael asked.

"Do you know Brad Stewart?" she asked in all seriousness. Rachael had to work hard not to roll her eyes.

"Yes. He's Todd's best friend right?" she asked, although she already knew the answer. She had been waiting for this. She had known that Cindy was once again on the look-out for her for a boyfriend although she never asked. She knew that she just wanted someone to double date with and found it slightly annoying. But Cindy was nodding emphatically.

"Do you like him?" she asked.

"I don't know," Rachael replied uneasily.

"Do you want to go out with him next weekend? He is only a junior, but he is pretty cool," Cindy said, making as good a sell as she could.

"I don't know...maybe," Rachael replied, once again trying to ignore it. She'd squirm out of this before then. She wasn't sure whether or not she would be attracted to a boy, but she knew that she could never like any meat-headed friends of a cheating jerk like Todd. She wondered why her friend didn't just break up with him, but never could figure out a way to bring it up.

"Great, I'll tell him," Cindy said and before Rachael could object, her friend was gone. Cindy had a tendency to do that sort of thing. To act like someone said what she wanted to hear. Rachael shrugged her shoulders and in just a few moments she was at her locker. She opened it up and a small, folded note fell out. She picked it up, concerned it was from Todd and read it. It stated: "Meet me in Mrs. Lowell classroom this afternoon at 4:00. It is important." She didn't recognize the handwriting and it wasn't signed. So very strange.

*****

That afternoon, Mrs. Lowell sat in her classroom after school let out, waiting to see who had sent the letter. She had a sneaking suspicion that it was Rachael. She had told the girl they wouldn't have time that week, but she was a little bit flattered that the girl couldn't wait. At exactly four, Rachael walked in, she was still sweaty from cheer practice, and she had rushed over. She was excited that Mrs. Lowell had freed up some time for her, it was the most likely thing she could think of with the note.

"Hey, why did you leave a weird little note?" Rachael asked, holding it up between her fingers. She smiled brushed her bangs out of her eyes. She noticed that Kitty was giving her a very strange look.

"What?" She asked.

"I thought you sent me a weird little note?" Kitty said, taking Rachael's note and quickly reading it. Their minds were both racing, trying to figure out who had sent the letter. They didn't wait long. Just three seconds later Ariel Cooper walked in with an attitude of supreme confidence. She was so surprising in her arrival that Kitty, for the first time, realized how beautiful the girl was. She was very tall and slender, with the narrow, sexy build of a super model at 5'9 and 115lbs. She was clearly a fully grown women at 18 years old with 32-A breasts. In Kitty's mind her beauty was marred by the fact that she was so clearly an outcast on purpose. She dressed in red corsets, black miniskirts, and combat boots. Her long blonde hair and been dyed purple and the tell-tale signs of tattoos were cast about all showing skin. It was made all the worse, to Kitty, because she had such an angelic face.

"I am glad you both got my notes," Ariel said, sitting down gently in her seat. 

"What's up?" Rachael asked helpfully. The sneaky way in which Ariel had set this up and the way she was speaking made Rachael nervous, although she wasn't sure why. She saw in Kitty's eyes the same concern and emotions.

"Let's cut to the chase," Ariel said. She reached into her bra and pulled out a small cellphone, "Don't bother destroying the phone this is already on my computer." She pushed a few buttons and then handed the phone to her teacher. Kitty gasped and Rachael quickly moved around the desk and looked down at the tiny screen. She felt sick and nearly gasped herself. There, tiny on the screen was showing Kitty and Rachael from the day before, writhing and licking each other on the floor. Rachael couldn't believe was she was seeing. She clearly saw both her own face and her teacher's face, they were clearly identifiable at times. She could hear Ariel giggling on the phone, looking in at them through the small window on the door.

"That's enough, don't want you two getting all hot and bothered," Ariel said, standing up and snatching the phone out of the shocked teacher's hand. She then sat back down and looked at the other two. They were both staring at their shoes and their faces were absolutely red. This, in and of itself, was enough for her. But she might as well try for a little more.

"Why?" Kitty said finally, "Why do you have this and why are you showing it to us?"

"Those are two very different questions," Ariel said with a wicked laugh. She liked pretending she was a bond villain or something. It just felt so right, "Why do I have it? Because I came back to get my cigarettes when I figured you'd be gone and there you were, with little miss perfect. A misdemeanor (I think) for you and a major embarrassment for little miss perfect. She's 18 Mrs. Lowell, but it is still a crime in this state to fuck a student. And fucking your teacher is not the best way to become prom queen Rach."

"I feel sick," Rachael said, her mind was reeling. What did this mean? She felt Kitty's arms around her, helping her down into a chair and was sad to think that it made her feel dirty to have Kitty's hands on her. She sat down quickly.

"Now the other question," Ariel said, not skipping a beat in her little game, "Well I figured if you have something of value, you don't just give it away for nothing."

"What are you saying?" Kitty said, struggling to keep her composure. She was trying to imagine herself outside of the situation. What would a rational person do?

"To be honest Mrs. Lowell, I fucking hate you and I hate your girlfriend even more," Ariel said and got some satisfaction in noticing that Kitty at first had begun to act like she was going to reprimand her for her language and then realized where the power lay now. Ariel leaned forward, "So you see I would get a lot of satisfaction out of seeing you embarrassed and sent to prison and having your little girlfriend turned into a leper and maybe get kicked out of her house." Where did this rage come from? Kitty couldn't believe it, why did this girl hate her? She then realized that the girl was obviously unstable in some way. She couldn't possibly be seeing them as real people if she could do this to them.

"Want do you want?" Rachael asked. She just wanted all of this to go away. She was pretty sure she would say anything to make it go away.

"I don't ever want to show up to math class again but I want an A," Ariel said.

"Done," Kitty said, looking at Rachael. She was a bit disturbed with how easily she had been able to crumble on something like that but she looked at Rachael and just wanted to protect her. It wasn't fair to her, so she would do what was necessary.

"Well that ain't hardly all," Ariel grunted and she leaned forward. She didn't say anything. She waited for the tension to grow. Wanted them to ask her. Wanted them to realize that she was in complete control of them and that she could get anything they wanted.

"What do you want?" Kitty said in a defeated voice. But Ariel still wasn't ready.

"Well when I got this on tape and put it on my computer and watched it a few times I started to think about what I wanted. I sort of liked this home voyeur tape and I started to think about all of the things I could get out of it. You know my best grades are always in English. The teachers think that I have real imagination. So you can imagine yourself, all of the things that I came up with..." she paused again.

"Fuck, just say what you want!" Rachael said suddenly, feeling ugly for saying a work that she never liked to say but feeling desperate. Being unable to take anymore.

"Such language!" Ariel said, but she was ready now, "Well like I said, I really liked my video and I want to see four more, two from each of you. Get me four more videos to watch and you can be sure that I will never show anyone anything. They'll be worth more to me than seeing you guys screwed, so to speak."

"What do you mean, two from each of us?" Rachael asked, just the question Ariel wanted to hear.

"I am so glad you asked that. I already have the video of the two of you, I want different videos. I want four new videos. I want something different each time. Something specific," Ariel explained. Kitty felt weak and now she sat down too. Rachael put her head down on the desk. She was in a state of shock. This wasn't happening. But she was still listening.

"Mrs. Lowell," Ariel said first and Kitty looked up at her with pure hate in her eyes. She didn't want to know what was coming next, "I have a thing for taboos Mrs. Lowell. I like things that you aren't supposed to like. That's why your video is so much fun for me. It is just so...bad. Well I went online last night and looked you up, I looked up everything I could find out about both of you, plus I took the things that I already know about you. Mrs. Lowell do you have a niece?" she asked and Kitty felt confused.

"Yes but what does..." then it suddenly dawned on her.

"I want you to fuck your niece..."

"I cannot believe what I am hearing," Kitty said with absolute disgust in her voice. It was a gut reaction, the only thing she could say. Rachael was disgusted as well. What could this possibly bode for her.

"I didn't say rape her. I don't want that. I want you to fuck her. And I am a little bit offended by the lack of respect you have for my current power. For that, I am going to add a separate condition. I want you to turn your niece into a whore. I want you to pay her for sex," She said. Kitty opened her mouth to protest again. Then she realized the power of the evidence that Ariel had against her. This would ruin her life, her son's life. Rachael's life. She should at least hear the girl out, let her say what she needed to say and then figure out a way around it.

"What else," Kitty said flatly and Ariel grinned deviously.

"I want you to fuck your son," she said and giggled. Kitty didn't react. She pretended like she didn't even hear it. That just simply couldn't happen.

"I..." "Just shut up," Ariel said, "It will be better for you. As for you Rachael, you're friends with Cindy Womack are you not? Cheer buddies?"

"Yes," Rachael said, "I don't want to sleep with my best friend." She was speaking in monotone.

"That's good. I don't want you to fuck her. I want you to fuck her sister Tess," Ariel explained and laughed. It would be one thing to get a friend to seduce another friend. If it worked, both were happy. If Rachael tried to seduce her best friend's sister, it was bad news no matter what.

"What else, just tell her what else," Kitty said, this meeting was lasting forever and she wanted to get outside where she could breathe.

"I want Rachael to fuck her mommy. Her beauty queen mother. She likes older women, it's not that big of a stretch," Ariel said, "And I want to make sure both of you do it. So I want video evidence somehow. Phone, hidden cameras, whatever. I want to be able to see it."

"Let's just say we do it," Kitty said defiantly, "How do we know you don't just want a lot of tapes so you can screw us harder? How do we know you aren't just trying to ruin more people?"

"Well teacher think about it. If I wanted everyone to know now they already would. You have already benefited from my good faith even if you didn't realize it. And the only people who would get hurt are the people that will be hurt anyway. It seems to me you don't have a choice."

"Oh God!" Rachael said and she was sobbing now. This was Hell. That was all there was to it. She was in Hell.

"Just remember ladies that you are tied to one another. If one of you performs and the other one doesn't you're still screwed. I need all four videos. If you leave me out then you leave out your lover," Ariel said and she got up to walk out the door.

"But how will we know," Rachael said, "If we did give you the videos, what would you do to assures us that we are protected."

"Don't worry, you'll get protection. I promise," Ariel said and then slipped out the door. A moment later she popped her head back in the door, "You have twenty minutes to decide whether or not you are going to do this. If you don't the video hit's the internet and the police station tonight. I'll be right outside the door."

For a moment Kitty and Rachael just sat in the room and cried. Their entire lives and futures were running through their heads. All of the people who would be affected. They were both most afraid for each other. They were embarrassed that their actions were going to hurt one another. Although they couldn't have put that into words if they tried.

"What are we going to do?" Rachael said pleadingly at Kitty. Her need was so obvious, Kitty put her arm around her. Wanted to protect her from the world.

"What can we do?" Kitty said, "We have try to fulfill what she said. I don't know what else to do. I mean we can say 'yes' and then figure a way out of it later. But if not, we have to hope that this is enough. That it will stop her."

"I don't want to do this," Rachael said, thinking about the unpleasant actions she would have to take to make it happen. Then she knew that she couldn't trust Ariel even if she did. It was such a huge risk. But the other way was automatically horrible. She would lose all her friends. She would lose her family. She would lose Kitty. Kitty would go to jail for her. Kitty's thoughts were in the same place. She couldn't lose her life and couldn't bear to see Rachael lose her life.

"Please Rachael, just say you will. We will figure something out. Do it for me," Kitty said, turning Rachael so that they were looking at each other in their tearing eyes. Kitty kissed Rachael gently on the lips, tasted the salt of her tears.




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"You're right," Rachael said and again her heart demanded that she tell Kitty that she loved her and Kitty was struggling as well. But they couldn't. They were too scared.

"I'll go tell the bitch," Kitty said. And Kitty never swore.

Chapter 3: Seducing a Son

For a few days Kitty just tried to ignore everything that had happened. She woke up, got her family together for the day and then went to school. She would see Rachael and talk with her gently, but never about the subject they that both were most concerned about. Rachael seemed a bit strained when she saw her, but in general things were going normally. The only difference was the hot, white hated she felt for Ariel anytime she saw her. She once saw Rachael in the hallway, shrinking away from Ariel as they passed. It broke her heart but she couldn't let it affect her. Ariel had said nothing else, maybe she was just bluffing. She couldn't put it on the internet. that was probably illegal in and of itself.

Then one night she was sitting at her kitchen table, having a glass of wine and thinking. Her husband was at "work" and her son was fast asleep and she was thinking. Suddenly it struck her. The absolute absurdity of what had happened to her. Not just the blackmail. That was truly bizarre. But the situation that had caused the blackmail was no less unlikely.

Her entire life she had always known she was straight. There had never been a doubt in her mind about it. She lost her virginity to a boy in high school. She had gone to college and had sex with several boys and then she had gotten married. There had never been a single instance in her life in which she had ever sexually considered another woman. She had never experimented with women in college and she had not so much as kissed a girl in her entire life until Rachael. Until there was a student who had suddenly kissed her and changed her life, even if she refused to acknowledge that it had.

She was starting to notice women everywhere now. She didn't necessarily want to be with them, she was so happy when she was with Rachael. But all of the sudden she was appreciating the sexuality of women. She appreciated the gentle curves of their bodies, the way their breasts swelled, the way their hips were rounded and the way their legs were thin and smooth. What was it about Rachael? What had caused this?

That night, it suddenly dawned on her. She suddenly realized what had happened to her, what had changed her from a dissatisfied wife to some sort of lesbian. She was lonely. She didn't think that this was something new. She couldn't ever remember in her life a true feeling of love. She was attached to men sexually, but even her husband, what had she ever felt with him? Further, she had never had any close girlfriends, it just hadn't happened. She always felt uncomfortable around women. She had never known what she was missing because she never had it. Then suddenly, when she was almost 40 years old, she met a young girl in her class. They had talked a little bit and she had laughed. It was a girl and she didn't feel uncomfortable around her and the girl obviously enjoyed her company as well. And it wasn't just lust, although her mouth still watered when she thought about Rachael's tight little body. No, it was a real connection. The kind of connection that she had lacked her entire life. She was a lesbian. But only because it was Rachael. If Rachael's soul had been inside of anyone or anything she would have been drawn to it. Rachael was her soul mate. It almost made sense that it didn't make sense. It had been so easy. So easy to fall for the girl.

She realized now, that she was pretending to be happy again. The way she had her entire life. The way she had done with her husband. The way she had done with boyfriends in college and in high school. She was just hoping and praying that everything would be happy again and she was convincing herself already that she was happy. Her body ached suddenly. Every part of her wanted Rachael. Suddenly, the stakes of what she was considering. She realized that unless she fulfilled Ariel's demands, she would be losing the only thing in her life that had ever made her truly happy romantically and sexually. It wasn't fair. But it had to be done.

She had Rachael's cell phone number. They were both very cautious about calling one another, if anyone ever checked the bill it could look suspicious and they were even more cautious now with Ariel, but Kitty couldn't wait any longer. She knew what she had to do. Her fingers flew to the buttons and she felt her hands shaking terribly. It rang for what felt like an eternity. Finally, there was Rachael's gentle voice.

"Kitty? Hello?" she said.

"Hi Rachael," she said, sighing with relief. She had been so nervous but Rachael presence, even across the phone, was a comfort, "I want you to know that I am not going to put any pressure on you. I am not going to let that girl use our emotions against one another."

"What do you mean?" Rachael asked, suddenly sounding concerned. She thought that perhaps this meant that Kitty didn't want to see her anymore.

"It means I am going to try to fulfill my end of the bargain. Even if you don't. I am going to do this for you. The decision will be yours and I won't be angry at you, either way," Kitty explained. The line was silent on the other end. For a terrifying moment, Kitty thought she had misjudged the situation.

"I am going to try too," Rachael said, "I decided right away that I was going to do it." Kitty felt emotions welling deeply within her. Rachael wanted to protect her too. It was a great feeling. How could she feel so safe in such a precarious relationship? She wanted to say something

"Oh my mom is coming! I think I had better go, I want to stay with you. But, you know... I have to go," Rachael said, her voice also thick with unexplored emotions.

"Okay," Kitty said, suddenly disoriented. This was so strange.

"Thanks," Rachael said with a thickness in her voice that called out for Kitty to say something. The words were on the tip of her tongue, but thinking of the young girl with her mother, even in this strange situation, she couldn't say the words.

"You're welcome," was all she could say and then the phone was hung up. Then she was sitting in complete silence and she realized that she had absolutely no idea about what she was going to do next. And for one more day, she did nothing. She knew now that she was going to try, but how does one go about seducing a family member? It was completely absurd. 

The most difficult thing to do was select her first target. She knew that she had to seduce her son as well as somehow manage to make her niece a whore. Neither of which was particularly appealing to her and for that entire day it was the only thing she thought of. She weighed the pros and cons of both and occasionally told herself that she was wrong, that she would not do anything and that she would tell Rachael she had changed her mind. But when she thought of this her mind refused to allow it. The tension was growing inside of her. She was just going to make a decision and do it.

Finally, on the Friday after she had met with Ariel and Rachel, she settled on her son. It felt so dirty and wrong. But it made sense. First of all, he was in the house all the time and so he was available. Second, he was an teen boy and that would work in her favor. Third, there were fewer requirements of her with respect to her son. And finally, it would be more emotionally difficult and because she had to do both, if she could do the first one, she would clearly be able to do the second. Of course, thinking about bedding her son and niece in such clinical terms made her feel uncomfortable at first, but she decided that she was going to have to try and act as though she was enjoying it. It is hard to seduce someone when you're feeling sick and hateful. She bought a bunch of nanny cams and strung them around her house, she didn't want to have to think about how to organize a camera.

So now she had to decide what she was going to do. She had never actively tried to seduce anyone before. On Friday night after school she went home and walked up to her bedroom. She knew that her husband was going to be out of town for the next two weeks. She decided that she was going to seduce her son before her husband returned home. She closed the door behind her and carefully started to remove all of her clothing. She felt embarrassed to be taking her clothes off in order to analyze her body, but she had to decide what would be her best assets.

She looked at the beauty in the mirror and felt a bit of pride. Her hair was cascading loose and shiny over her shoulders and just kissing her breasts, which were still so youthful looking with their teardrop shape and upturned, pink nipples. Her skin was tanned and her body very thin, incredibly thin actually for a woman of her age and a mother. Her vagina was waxed bare and she had a tight pink labia. She was certainly attractive enough. But how would she get Richard Jr. to see that in her.

It was early April at that point but they lived in a warm climate. Perhaps she could start dressing a bit more...suggestively at home. She realized that the pool was open and while it was a little bit chilly outside, it was still warm enough to go get a little bit of sun out at the pool. 

She walked over to her closet and started to dig. She was looking for something that she had worn long ago, something she hadn't had in a very long time. There were piles and piles of conservative clothes in her closet and Kitty realized that she had never really tried to look attractive before in her life. She had always known she was pretty and took it for granted. But this was the first time she was making a real and definitive effort at it. Even when she was in high school, she had never dressed sexy or even worn make-up. It was almost fun if she completely divorced herself from the context in which this was happening.

Finally she found what she had been looking for. In a small ball, tied together in the bottom of her closet she found a much-hated birthday present her husband had purchased for her a few years ago. She had told him at the time that she was too old and getting to big to be wearing a sexy bikini out at the pool. Better to wear something with a little more fabric. Of course, she had the body for it. She just didn't want to wear it for him. Didn't want to be another one of his objects.

It was a little black thing that had small, rectangular pieces of fabric that covered the area around her nipples but showed off a lot of the sides of her breasts. The bikini bottom was just a small triangle in the front and a thong in the back. She couldn't believe how revealing it was and it was only years after she got it that she realized that it was probably something her husband had bought for one of his bimbos and then realized that he had forgotten her birthday. She quickly slipped it on and looked at herself again in the mirror. She blushed, she felt even more naked now than she had before.

She wanted to run back into the closet and pull it off and maybe tear it up into even tinier little pieces but she knew that she wouldn't. At the same time, she couldn't go walking around like this around the house. She went back into her closet and found a short, white cotton robe that she had gotten at a spa. She put it on and went back to the mirror. In some ways she looked even sexier with just a hint of cleavage sticking out and her long legs looking fit and trim hanging out from the bottom of the robe that was only a few inches below her waist. She knew her son was home now. No time like the present to get started. She took a deep breath, and began.

"Richie?!" she yelled as she came out of her room and headed downstairs.

"Yeah mom?" Richie called from his room where he was studying.

"Come down here a sec," she said called back up. She felt her heart pumping, wondering what was going to happen. But when she saw her son's innocent face at the top of the stairs she felt better.

"What's up?" she said and she saw for just a brief second that his eyes ran across her legs and her breasts. She hoped that she wasn't blushing.

"I was going to lay out by the pool, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me," she said.

"Is the water warm?" he asked.

"I don't think so. I think I am just going to go out and get a tan. You should come out too, girls like a boy with a nice tan," she explained, wanting to see his reaction to that. She noticed that he smiled shyly. 

"Mom, I didn't realize you were so interested in my dating life. After all you sent me to an all-boys school" he said rolling his eyes. He was a cute boy. And so sweet, so unlike his father. She found herself looking at his body. He was wearing shorts and he quickly took off her T-shirt, he was going to come out with her. He was still very skinny but her shoulders were starting to bulk up, like a man, and he had some small muscles rippling in his stomach. She noticed hair on his legs and realized he was a young man. He was smaller than other 18 year old buys, but he was still a handsome young man, not a boy at all anymore. Like his father looked in his pictures growing up, except with his mother's dark hair.

"Don't act all shy," she said now, feeling comfortable now. It was just her and her son, after all.

"Come on, let's tan," he said, clearly not interested in talking about romance. He was very private about his personal life, and she was generally okay with that. She had a sneaking suspicion that he was a bit of a nerd at this school. She'd never seen him have a girlfriend. But he had some close friends and seemed happy, ready for college. She smiled as he walked past her down the stairs and walked out the back door into the yard with the pool. She took a deep breath and followed after him. 

She watched as Richie moved around the pool and dipped his toe in and then looked back at her and shivered in an exaggerated fashion for her entertainment. She smiled at him and walked outside. He quickly moved over to the far side of the pool and laid down on one of the deck chairs and relaxed, closing his eyes. Kitty crossed the cement around the pool slowly and stood for a second in front of the deck chair next to her son. She waited for him to open his eyes.

"You going to lay down or just stand there Mom?" he teased and she smiled at him. He was using his hand to shield his eyes and looking up at her. She steeled herself quickly and then untied her robe and let it slip off of her body. She did the best she could to look at her son without looking at him. She saw that he was still shading his eyes and staring at her. She could tell also that his mouth was hanging open and that his eyes followed her as she laid down on the deck chair. She looked down at her large breasts straining against her bikini and her long legs and felt her heart beating quickly.

She lay down on the chair and tried to relax. She wasn't going to seduce him today. She was just planting a seed. She noticed him looking over at her furtively on occasion and she smiled to herself. It was kind of cute. This was actually kind of fun. At least this part was. She arched her back for a moment, pretending to stretch her back and saw his eyes follow her chest. A few minutes later, she rolled over on her back and saw him staring at the bottom of her thong, at her tight, tanning ass. It felt nice to be desired by a man. She loved Rachael, but she found she craved attention from men as well. Even if they were young men. Even if they were her son.

That day she didn't do anymore. She didn't want to come on too strong, besides she had time. For the rest of the weekend she merely did the same thing. She invited him out to sunbathe with her and everyday she wore her skimpy little bathing suit. Everyday she noticed that he stared at her. She couldn't be sure, but she felt relatively confident that he was only turning over to sun his back because he was starting to get erections while looking at her. She felt flattered. However, she also monitored his behavior closely. He didn't seem to be acting oddly, he didn't seem to think he was doing anything wrong and she wanted to keep it that way.

At the start of the week she was starting to feel the pressure. This was fun but it wasn't going to get her out from under Ariel's heel. She was going to have to up the stakes. On Monday after school she came home and quickly got dressed. Her son got home a few minutes later and responded enthusiastically when she invited him to come outside and sunbathe. She continued her normal routine, revealing her little bikini and watching him watch her. Then she threw in a little twist.

"Honey," she said in a sultry sexy voice, just to see how he would react. He looked at her and was blushing already. She wondered what he was thinking about at just that moment.

"What mom?" he asked, his voice sounding husky and uncertain. She saw his trunks bulging and saw the way he tried to cover himself up and she smiled.

"I think I am going to start burning, would you mind putting a little bit of sunscreen on me?" she asked and pointed over to the picnic table where she had strategically placed suntan lotion. He looked at it.

"Okay mom, whatever you need," he said and got up quickly, bending over oddly to try to hide his erection. She gave him a playful swat on his butt as he walked by and he looked back at her mischievously. Grabbed the lotion and came back. He sat down on the deck chair next to her and turned to face her. She squirted some of the lotion into his hands.

"Don't you want to roll over on your back, you can get your front," he said, looking a little bit nervous. He was staring down at her body.

"Oh sweetie," she said in a baby doll voice that just naturally came out and seemed to excited him, "can't you get the front and back? I am just so tired..."

"Okay," he said quickly and then looked a little nervous, like he'd said it too quickly. She didn't respond and soon her started at her ankles. She felt the cold, slippery feeling of the lotions against her skin and she moaned. It was not on purpose. Richie paused for a second and then slowly began to knead the lotion into her skin. His hands were soft, but strong as she looked down at him, rubbing it against her shin and reaching around to feel her calf. She felt him rubbing up her leg slowly, touching her knee. He was shifting uncomfortably and trying hard to look her in the eye.

She felt a strange sensation that she hadn't suspected. She started to feel a bit hot. At the same time she could feel that her pussy was getting ever so slightly wet. She liked the way his slick hands felt against her skin. He continued to work his way up her leg, feeling her thigh. She gently spread her legs, giving him slightly more space. She felt his hands moving up the insides of her thighs and felt her hands grasping at the deckchair arms, her mouth open and staring intently at her son behind her sunglasses. She hadn't been with Rachael in over a week; she hadn't realized how horny she was.

When he was just a few inches away from her bikini bottom she realized she couldn't take it anymore, she was enjoying this too much, too fast. This wouldn't work if she jumped him out here. She hadn't even realized that that should have been a concern. What was wrong with her? Maybe she was some kind of degenerate. Maybe she didn't really love Rachael; she just thought she did because she was some kind of pervert.

"Get Mommy's tummy," she said, not trying to use baby language and knowing that it sounded sexy. He put more lotion in his hands and started to rub it on her flat stomach, working it into her bellybutton, letting his strong, wet hands work the lotion deep into her skin. She felt his hand accidentally brush against the bottom of her mostly exposed breast. For a moment they froze but she acted like she felt nothing. Now his hands were rubbing against her arms.




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In a few moments he was finished with her front, having ignored the area above her breast, she let him get away with that. Didn't want to push him too hard, besides, her back was going to be quite revealing. She turned over and Richie quickly started to rub the lotion onto her back, up near her shoulders. He was masterful. His hands put just the right amount of pressure and it felt like wonderful massage, especially as his hands moved down towards the small of her back. He paused there, her ass was almost completely visible with the tiny, thong-like bikini.

"Don't let my tush burn!" she said, wiggling it and trying to sound playful. She heard him suck in air. She was nervous too. She felt his hands tentatively feel her ass, touching the warm, taut skin. Her ass was her favorite feature and in a few minutes she could tell that he liked it as well, his hands were all over it and it felt amazing. She felt her pussy becoming sopping wet and she hoped that he didn't notice. Finally, he worked his way down her legs and he was finished. She rolled back over and saw him quickly dive over, rolling onto his stomach and she grinned this was working so well and she was enjoying it, even if she felt bad about it.

This was now part of the routine. By the end of the week, she didn't need to ask anymore. He just came out when he got home from school at grabbed the lotion. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, becoming more comfortable, even complimenting her, tentatively, on her body as he rubbed in the lotion. She decided to throw one more twist into the works on Thursday afternoon, just to test him out. 

She had allowed him to put the lotion on her front again. It was starting to become normal for him to just happen to accidentally brush the bottom of her breast and she smiled as she turned over. This was working so much more easily than she had expected. 

"I am starting to get a tan-line," she said, "Can you un-tie my top honey?"

"Ok," he said, he didn't say much to her during their pool time. It was so out of character for the usually chattering Richie. He was very obedient and she liked it. She could have had men turn into putty for her all her life, if only she'd realized it. He untied her top and slowly began to work in the lotion. He spent a lot of time on her ass and she knew that it was his favorite part and it made her proud. She could hear him breathing shallowly.

"Okay mom," he said finally, "I am done."

"Thank you sweetheart," she said and then quickly rolled over and sat up. She felt the cold breeze against her nipples but pretended she didn't. The bikini top hung around her neck like a necklace and her breast were fully exposed, showing her teardrop shaped breasts and pink nipples. She looked over at her son and smiled, still pretending. His eyes were giant and he was staring right at her.

"What is it?" she said, trying her best at acting although she could tell he wasn't really capable of listening at this point anyway, "Is there something on my face?" She shook her hair, trying to look sexy. Then she looked down.

"Sorry mom!" he said quickly.

"Oh my goodness, why didn't you tell me," Kitty said and then slowly went about the business of putting the bikini top back on. He was still staring at her, not even aware that he should probably look away, he was an 18 year old kid and completely entranced by a beautiful body. He didn't seem to care that it was his mother's body. It appeared as though he was ready, but was she?

Chapter 4: A Friend's Sister

During that same time Rachael wasn't just waiting around. She had been more shaken after the conversation with Ariel. She had walked home in an absolute fog. She couldn't really focus on the issue, her mind kept wandering to other mundane things and then it would snap back into her mind, making her feel sick and miserable. How could this have happened? How was she in this mess? 

She started to think about where this situation had begun, where she had started having feelings for Kitty and when she had turned into a lesbian. But the thing was that she had no idea about any of those things. Everything had happened so easily, she just didn't know any other way to be.

Now that she was able to be honest with herself and to really explore her feelings she came to a few striking realizations. The first was that she was incredibly happy with her life, or at least had been before Ariel became involved. She loved all of her friends, she adored cheerleading, and she liked that boys drooled after her, even if she wasn't interested in them sexually. But that was the nut of the problem.

There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the clichés that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn't matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn't Rachael. She wasn't just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.

Anytime she considered telling anyone about herself she knew what would happen. There would be some people who would reject her and that would be tough. But there wouldn't be many of them and they wouldn't be the kinds of people that she really cared about. The worse problem would be her friends and her family, the people she was close to. They would still love her, but the question would be, "Really?" it would be, "Is this some kind of a phase?" and maybe even worse, "Why do you do that when you are so pretty and popular and whatever?" She couldn't deal with those questions. They would ask them and they would make her angry. She didn't want to have to justify who she was just because she figured out who she was when she was in high school. It wasn't her fault that her mother and most of the people she knew didn't really know who they were yet.

And that is what made Kitty so magical. First of all, no words needed to be spoken. And there wasn't any marveling at the fact that she was a cheerleader and that while it was no longer "weird" to be a lesbian in some parts of America it was weird to be a cute, popular lesbian in high school. Kitty didn't care about any of that stuff and she never questioned it. She just accepted Rachael's love and gave it back with interest. What was so significant wasn't what they said to one another, it was what they didn't have to say to one another. Rachael couldn't lose that. It was too rare and too precious.

She had a far less difficult time deciding what to do when compared with Kitty, perhaps because she was young and didn't have as much respect for the consequences of her action. But when she woke up the next morning after her meeting with Ariel she had decided to do whatever it took to keep the woman that she loved and she decided she would set about it with her characteristic steely resolve.

The problem for Rachael was that once she decided that there was something she would do there was nothing in the world that could stop her. It didn't matter if she later found out it was a bad idea or that she didn't really want to do it anymore or anything else. She didn't have it in her make-up to quit at anything. It was part of the reason she resisted the beauty pageants her mother wanted her to do. She knew that she would do them for the rest of her life and hate every second of it. So after she had decided she would do whatever it took to keep Kitty, she started to think about what she would have to do and it made her stomach hurt, but she shucked that feeling aside. She knew that her love for Kitty overcame anything else she might be feeling.

She thought about her mother and realized that she wasn't ready for that sort of thing. Maybe if she eased herself in, started with something a bit easier, she might be able to force herself into more...unorthodox behavior. While Kitty was still trying to decide what she was going to do, Rachael already knew that she was going to try to bed her best friend's little sister. She was going to try to seduce Cindy's sister Tess. While coming to that conclusion was half the battle, she still had to decide what she was going to do to make that happen.

She rode to school with the two sisters the next Monday. She had been nervous all weekend that she would be nervous when she saw them or that she would blush and have a hard time meeting their eyes. But she found that it was just another day. She talked to her friend in the front seat and everything was normal and she looked at Tess in the rear view mirror. She appreciated how pretty the girl was. Her skin was so clear and white and her long, blood red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had an easy confident smile and a naiveté that was very sweet. She giggled like a little girl, but her breasts and bearing showed her to be a young lady. 

Rachael began to think that she might be able to do this. She at least was able to convince herself to go farther. She just had to be sure that Cindy would be out of the picture. She didn't want to lose her friend. That afternoon, after cheerleading practice, Rachael decided to try and mine her friend for information. They were in the locker room, getting undressed after practice and preparing to pop into the showers.

"Ugh!" Rachael said.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asked, slipping off her bra from underneath of her tank top.

"Nothing, it's just I think my mom is going to make me go 'observe' a beauty pageant this weekend and every weekend for like the next month to try to convince me to get into it," Rachael lied. She was surprised by how cool she was with this. She had never realized what a smooth liar she was. She didn't know how to feel about the fact that she was quite proud of her skill.

"What is her problem," Cindy said shaking her head.

"I don't know," Rachael said, pulling a towel around her body and starting towards the shower, "but I guess that means any plans you've had for me for the next few weekends are off."

"Oh man!" Cindy said in a fake whine, "There is so much action in this town that you are going to miss out on!" They both laughed at this, but Rachael needed to keep digging.

"Seriously, what are you doing this weekend? Anything fun?"

"Why are you trying to torture yourself," Cindy said, getting into one of the stalls and turning on the water.

"I just like to know what I am missing out on so I can most accurately bitch at my mom," Rachael explained and Cindy smiled at her over the divider in the shower. For a moment, Rachael caught a glimpse of Cindy's body as her friend took off the rest of her clothes and before the steam from the shower obscured her ands he wondered if Tess had as toned and sexy a body. She wondered if Tess had her sister's small, pink nipples and smooth skin. But she tried to focus on the task at hand.

"Well if you must know, I am going to be out of town this weekend," Cindy explained.

"With the fam?" Rachael asked, holding her breath.

"Nah," Cindy said as she started to clean her body, "My cousin Mary is picking me up to take me to her college. It is really cheap or something and my parents really want me to go there, so I am going to check it out."

"Cool, I guess, is your sister going" Rachael said.

"No, you know she already decided she is going to Tech. She loved it there when she went to soccer campe last summer," Cindy explained. Rachael didn't want to prod too hard, but she needed more, "Anything else planned for the rest of the month?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Well Sherlock, next time just submit your questions in writing," Cindy said but she was laughing, "No. I am going to just hang out the next few weekends actually."

"Gotcha," Rachael said and now she had a timeline. She had a week to do what needed to be done. But she needed one more thing, "You still have piano lessons on Tuesday and Thursday?" 

"Yeah, why?" Cindy said, she seemed a little concerned now. Like she was wondering why Rachael was so desperate to know what she was going to be doing.

"Oh, I am probably going to go down to the mall on Tuesday and I was going to ask you to go but I realized that you'd probably be away for a few hours," Rachael explained and then realized she hadn't started to clean herself and quickly began to shower.

"Oh," Cindy said in such a way that showed Rachael that she had definitely bought it. She had a week now she realized. She was going to have to try and make the most of it. She finished up her shower and Cindy drove her home, none the wiser.

The next day, Rachael began to put her plan into action. She went to school like normal and rode to school with Cindy and Tess. She didn't let on that she had any special interest in Tess and tried desperately to keep everyone from mentioning what they would be doing after school. She went to all her classes and then went to cheer practice. Afterwards she had Cindy drop her home and everything was in place. She knew how much time she had and what she had to do. She was past the point of considering ramifications and possible distaste. She was in full action mode.

She came home and saw that her mother was in the living room looking at her old beauty pageant sashes. She usually went in and talked to her when she was like this, in a depressed mood. But there was no time for that now, Rachael had precious little time to get to work.

"Hey mom, I just remembered something I left at Cindy's house, I am going to run over there real quick," she said. Her mother didn't respond. She just nodded. Rachael dropped her bags and ran up to her room. She got changed out of her clothes and into a tight white t-shirt and a tight, short skirt. She didn't usually dress sexy, but she felt she looked good when she looked in the mirror. Good, but not overpowering.

It was about half a mile to the Womack house and so Rachael jogged. She was glad that it was a cool day and she didn't sweat. She stopped about a hundred yards from Tess and Cynthia's house and caught her breath and her nerves. She knocked on the door and felt her heart beat faster when Tess answered the door.

"Hey is Cindy there?" She asked quickly, smiling at her best friends little sister. Tess looked beautiful, with her warm smile on and wear tight little shorts and a small wife-beater.

"No, she is at piano practice," Tess explained comfortably.

"Oh damn it," Rachael said shaking her head, "I completely forgot about that. Shit!"

"What's wrong, do you want to come in?" Tess asked and Rachael walked right in. She walked into the kitchen and quickly sat down at the table. Tess sat across from her and stared at her. Rachael had never noticed it before but Tess had a strange look in her eye when she looked at her. Not lust by any stretch of the imagination, but she realized the girl idolized her. So weird because they were the same age, but the fact that Cindy was her older sister must've rubbed off on Cindy's friends as well. Besides, Rachael oozed cool, adult responsibility and poor Tess still seemed young.

"Oh it's nothing I guess. I just wanted to talk to her about something," Rachael said and then looked away like she was embarrassed. They sat in complete silence for a minute. Tess smelled nice across the table. Like roses or something. It made Rachael's heart beat a little faster. 

"Sorry," Tess said finally.

"It's okay," Rachael said, turning back to the redhead. She paused for a second and then smiled brightly and said in a cheerful voice, "Hey! Maybe you can help me?"

"Me?" Tess said in a voice that sounded like a combination of fear and pride. She tried to play it cool, "Sure, what's up?" She was not looking Rachael in the eye, but staring at her hands instead. She was obviously nervous. This was one of her sister's friends. Here was a chance to impress.

"Well, It's my mom," Rachael explained. Tess had only met Mrs. Farmer once and thought that she was a beautiful and funny woman, if a little bit batty, "I think she is going to want to sign up for this adult beauty pageant I heard about on the radio."

"She is very pretty," Tess said and Rachael gave her a withering stare. In an attempt to save herself, Tess hastily added, "But I totally wouldn't want my mom doing something like that. How embarrassing!"

"I know!" Rachael said. She liked how this was going. She decided to try something. She reached forward and gently put both of her hands on top of Tess' hand as it perched daintly on the table. She felt a bit of tremble. She didn't know if Tess was sexually attracted to her, but she could tell that the girl was impressed and a bit intimidated by her and that was a good place to start, "I just wish she was more like your mom."

"Oh!" Tess said, thinking about her own, somewhat matronly 55 year old mother and couldn't for the life of her figure out why anyone would trade Mrs. Farmer for her. She wasn't even as nice as Rachael's mom.

"I'm sorry," Tess said.

"Can I tell you a secret? I have never told anyone this and I can't believe I am going to tell you," Rachael said. It was more a declaration than a question, but she waited for a response.

"Sure!" Tess said, trying and failing not to sound excited.

"I feel like I don't respect her anymore," she said wondering how untruthful she was being. Maybe not very, "I mean she is stuck in her glory days past and she married a guy way older than her all those years ago just to get his money and now they sleep in separate bedrooms. I don't know..." she trailed off. She felt a little guilty. Maybe she had just told a secret when she was just trying to be manipulative.

"You know," Tess said, "Everybody feels that way sometimes I think. I don't know your mother. But I know you and you are really cool and...special. If your mom wasn't who she was you'd be someone completely different. I think you shouldn't worry about it. I think everything happens for a reason."

Rachael thought for a moment. She considered this as it pertained to her mother and she considered it in relation to what she was being forced to do by Ariel. She realized that it seemed to make sense. She was almost happy that she had to do it now, Tess had actually helped her.

"I think you're right," Rachael said and Tess beamed. She didn't want to stick around too long she was just planting a seed.

"Thanks," Tess replied.

"Well, I guess I better shove off," Rachael said, giving the girl a little squeeze on the hand, "Thanks for giving me something to think about."

"Sure," Tess said, she had wanted to say more, but she didn't know what. She wanted Rachael to stay. Rachael made her feel...special. She had this way of talking that made it feel like she was really listening, rather than just waiting for her turn to talk. She wondered sometimes if Cindy realized how special her best friend was. But Rachael was already out the door. She was walking home and she was smiling. This was going to work.

The next day Rachael decided to let Tess hang a little bit. She didn't want to start hanging around her too much. She didn't say anything more than hello to her in the car when she and a quick wave as she got out at school. Tess seemed excited to see her when she first got in and then a little bit upset when Rachael didn't acknowledge the sudden growth of intimacy between them. Rachael didn't feel bad, she understood that she had to think strategically and sometimes that was going to cause a little bit of discomfort.

The rest of the day was very routine, including cheerleading practice and everything else. In unguarded moments if seemed strange to Rachael that despite the absolute bizarre nature of her life at this point, that everything else in the world just kept going on like normal, as if nothing had ever happened. It didn't bother her so much as just make her feel odd about the world. Things were so much less certain than they had once been.




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The next morning she woke up early and called Cindy. It was all part of her plan, "Hey Cindy, my mom is going to give me a ride this morning. She wants to talk about something, I will see you at practice," she said. She didn't want to see Tess until later.

"No problem brotha!" Cindy said and Rachael laughed. Cindy said the absolute strangest things sometimes. It made her feel bad that she was trying to seduce her little sister. She walked down the stairs and found her mom, sitting quietly in the living. She looked beautiful but incredibly sad. Rachael wished that there was something to cheer her mother up out of this funk that she had been in lately, but there wasn't really any time for that.

"Hey mom, Cindy's car is getting inspected today. Can you give me a ride to school?" she asked and her mother just kept staring at the TV for a second, "Mom!"

"Oh sure honey, just go grab my keys," Emma said, pointing towards her purse. Rachael retrieved it and soon they were in the car. 

"Thanks mom," Rachael said as they reached the school and grabbed her backpack. But Emma put out her hand and grabbed her daughter's shoulder.

"Honey can we talk about something for a second?" She asked and Rachael felt her stomach drop into her knees. Somehow her mother had found out about everything and she was screwed. This was going to be hell.

"What is it?" Rachael said, trying to sound cool but failing.

"I know you don't want to do pageants," Emma started and Rachael knew that she was out of the woods. Her mother never noticed anything about her except that she was pretty. So why had she expected something different now that she was in trouble.

"Yeah..." Rachael said. She wanted to get out of the car now. Her mother was so annoying sometimes.

"Well I have come to accept that," her mother said, looking at her with big doe eyes as though it were a major failing on her part, "But I saw an ad in one of my pageant websites and there is going to be a pageant for mothers between the ages of 30-50 here in town and I think I want to do it," she said. Rachael almost laughed. Her cover story had turned into reality.

"Listen mom, I am going to be late. Do what you want," Rachael said and rolled her eyes. Emma started to say something but Rachael was already out of the car and slamming the door behind her. There was no time for this sort of thing today.

The rest of the school day was pretty easy. She felt good now that she was on the hunt. She wasn't worried about Ariel and all of her thoughts about Kitty were pleasant. It was a little bit tough not to see Kitty, not to hang out with her, not to have sex with her. Cheerleading seemed to help. Practice went well and her coach even commented on what seemed to be an increased level of dedication and concentration.

Finally, the day was over and Rachael left school. She knew that on Thursday afternoons Tess would meet some of her friends at a local Mexican restaurant for a late lunch after school. She was going to casually make her way over there and have a little conversation with her. It was a short walk but Rachael had to make a circuitous route to make sure that Tess didn't see her on her way.

About half an hour after school let out, Rachael made her way into the restaurant. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw that Tess was there with a group of her friends. They looked really sexy and Rachael realized that this was going to be fun. But it all depended on Tess. Rachael quickly ordered a burrito and got a coke and walked past Tess' table slowly, but not embarrassingly so.

"Hey Rach!" Tess said, a little too excited to be cool. Rachael closed her eyes and knew that she was in. This might just work. She turned around casually and that Tess and all her friends were looking at her.

"What's up," she said and walked over to them.

"Nothing, why didn't you ride with us today?" Tess said, looking around at the other girls to see if they were impressed. Tess' friends were pretty, but they were all sort of "hangers-on" types. Rachael was a prom queen type.

"I had to ride with my mom," Rachael said in such a way as to convey to Tess that it had something to do with their earlier conversation and that it should remain a secret.

"That's cool," Tess said.

"Yeah I guess. I mean I would have preferred to ride with you guys, but you know how it is sometimes," she said, looking directly at Tess. She was making a specific effort not to look at any of Tess' friends. She wanted Tess to know that she had her complete and undivided attention.

"I like your purse," one of Tess' blonde friends said. Rachael turned and looked at her. She knew this girl's face but didn't know her name. Her natural inclination was to be bright and cheerful with everyone, but her plans demanded something different.

"Thanks," she said sort of sarcastically, "It's so old and out of style." The girl looked embarrassed, "YOU have a nice bag Tess," Rachael said, picking it up and admiring it. She set in back down, making deep eye contact with Tess. As she set it down, she gently rubbed her hand against Tess' arm.

"Thanks!" Tess said. The other girl looked embarrassed and Rachael almost felt bad about it on the surface, but she fought it off.

"So what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked.

"Me?" Tess asked, looking at her friends.

"Who else?"

"I don't know. Lyda is staying over at my house tomorrow night. I don't have any plans for Saturday night," Tess said, blushing. All the attention was making feel uncomfortable.

"At your house or Lyda's?" she asked. She didn't know Lyda, hoped that she could be gotten rid of.

"My house," Tess said. Rachael was excited this could be good.

"Well maybe I will give you a call on Saturday since your sister won't be around. We can go see a movie or something," she didn't pose it as a question, but a declaration of what was going to happen.

"Sure" Tess said.

"See ya," Rachael said and turned around and walked out of the door before there could be any response. Everything was in place, just the hard stuff was left to do.

Chapter 5: Mommy Dearest

Everything was in place now. Kitty couldn't put it off any longer. It had rained the day before and now, on a Tuesday afternoon after school, she knew that she had to act. She had butterflies in her stomach. She went up to her room after she got home from work and quickly got into her bathing suit. She had purchased a new one for the occasion, hoping to get him to notice that she was switching it up. It was in some ways less sexy than the one her husband had gotten her, but it was bright red and she knew that it made her chest stick out and her breasts look big. She thought about all the boys in school who would be drooling to see their teacher like this and she thought of Rachael. 

Finally, her thoughts settled on her son. She realized now that she was more than a little bit excited. She had a plan, but didn't know if it would work. Further, she didn't know what it would mean for her life and her family if it did work. She took a deep breath and headed out to her pool. She quickly took her normal spot, reclining on the chair. 

Richie came out a few minutes later wearing his bathing suit with the sunscreen in his hand. She looked at him and saw that he was very much a handsome man. But also her son. She started to waiver. Maybe she wouldn't be able to go through with this.

"Hey mom," he said, "can I put this on?" he said it with such urgency that she could feel the desire click between them. She was resolved now. She was going to make the attempt.

"Sure thing baby," she said and rolled over on her back. Just like everyday, he became his slow, careful ministrations. He rubbed the lotion in deeply, placing his hands as closely as he could to her breasts. To her ass. Her neck. She felt her entire body getting hot and she knew that she was breathing shallowly. It was the most intense feeling she had ever had. She closed her eyes now and didn't think about her son. She just thought about his hands and about Rachael. And about sex. She needed it. Badly.

"Mom?" Richie said and she opened her eyes quickly and realized he was staring at her, "Is everything okay?" 

"Yes honey," she said, breathing in deeply. She noticed that her nipples were hard and she saw his eyes staring at them, "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," he said, his eyes not moving, "You were just acting sort of weird."

"Oh you are the one acting weird," she said playfully, but covered her chest with her arms. He looked a bit startled but then sat down on chair next to her. They sat for awhile. Her stomach was tied up in knots. She prepared to act.

"Sorry," he said and looked at his feet. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

"I am just teasing you," she said in a sultry voice, "Hey do you want to play a game?" she asked.

"What kind of game," he said, looking nonplussed.

"Just close your eyes and count to ten. When you open them, come get me," she said casually.

"So we are playing tag or hide and seek or something?" he asked sounding disinterested, "Come on mom. I thought you were going to suggest cards of something. I don't want to play hide and seek."

"Just humor me," she said.

"Do you seriously want to play hide and seek?" Richie asked, standing up.

"Why do you have to question everything? If you want to play the game, just close your eyes and start to count." He shook his head, but he wanted to find out what she was doing. He did as he was told now. Covering his eyes with his hands he began to slowly and calmly count down. Kitty got up slowly from her chair and crept up behind him. She got down on her knees behind him and breathed deeply.

"Four..." he said slowly. She reached her hands up, but carefully didn't touch his body, "Three..." he said and she took a deep breath, "Two..."

"GOTCHA!" she screamed suddenly and the hooked her hands into his bathing suit and quickly slid his bathing suit down around his ankles. He spun quickly, his face already red with embarrassment. Kitty was laughing good naturedly and saw in the brief instant it was visible that he was clearly erect. His penis was average, like his father's. No more than 5 and a half inches long. He still had a hint of an erection from massaging her ass and they both knew she saw it.

"Oh my GOD!" he yelled and grabbed his bathing suit and quickly ran into the house, mortified. Suddenly, she felt terrible. This had certainly not been the plan. She didn't want to make him feel like a pervert or something. She knew he was sensitive. She quickly got up from where she was kneeling and rushed into the house.

"RICHIE!" she called out as she entered the house but there was no answer, "RICHIE?" She started to search the house, looking in the living room, the kitchen, even the bathroom. She went upstairs and saw that his door was closed. She sighed with relief, at least he left the house or anything. She thought and remembered that there was a nanny cam in his room. There was still plenty of time. 

She walked up to the door and knocked quietly. There was no answer. She knocked a little bit louder, but still there was nothing. Finally, she banged on the door and said his name and still it was silent. She thought for a minute about Richie's privacy but decided that this was an important moment in her life. She needed to take charge. She could very well lose her lover and her son if she screwed this up. She put her hand on the doorknob and it was unlocked. She opened it quietly and walked in.

Richie was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He looked completely dazed and embarrassed. She couldn't tell whether or not he still had an erection, but she was being very cagey. She knelt down next to the bed and gently put her hand on his arm.

"Richie?" she said.

"Seriously mom, I am not in the mood. You need to go away," he said with such vehemece that it almost hurt. Had he figured out what she was doing? Had he gotten to the bottom of her plan and was now disgusted with her? Or was she just ashamed of his attraction to her and didn't want to see her. She felt butterflies in her stomach. But she had to push forward.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked, "I was just teasing. I didn't mean to be an ass. It was just a joke." She had to cut herself off before she started to stammer. She had to try to play it cool.

"You aren't disgusted with me?" he asked, looking pained. Kitty was no less surprised. Why would she be disgusted with him, "I thought you came up to tell me how disappointed you were. I didn't need you to tell me that, I am plenty disappointed in myself," Richie said and she was taken aback. Richie sat up on the bed and swung his legs around and looked at her.

"Honey why would I get angry at you? I feel so bad that I embarrassed you. That wasn't what I was trying to do," Kitty replied and smiled at her son.

"I thought you'd be upset because..." he said and then his face got very red and he started looking down at his toes. He looked very uncomfortable again.

"What is it dear?" she said, leaning forward and gently resting he forearms on her son's knees.

"I thought you'd be angry because...because when you pulled my pants down I was...hard," he said, taking several seconds to blurt it all out. She let him stew in it for a moment. She had him where she wanted him now. She knew what to do now. There would be no more doubt.

"You're worried about that?" she asked, still letting him hang on.

"Yeah," he said, still looking a bit nervous.

"I mean that happens to men, why would this make you nervous?" she said. She wanted him to say that she had made him hard. She needed to hear it. She felt her body flushing. She knew her cheeks were reddening and she could feel her pussy getting wet. 

"Because," he started and he looked very nervous. She smiled at him and shook her head, encouraging him to speak, "Because you gave it to me," he basically growled. She see the pain in his eyes.

"I see," she said.

"I know. I am disgusting. I can't believe I..." he started and she started to shush him.

"Honey, don't say things like that!" she said and he looked up, with his sweet, trusting eyes and looked at her longingly, "There is nothing wrong with you. Oh dear this is all my fault!"

"No don't say that! You didn't do anything mom. I am just weird or wrong or something," he stammered. If he only knew.

"Don't be sorry. I was the one who made this happen. I made you touch my body and I took off your bathing suit. None of this would have happened if I wasn't acting like such a... jerk!" Kitty said and managed to get a few tears to well in her eyes.

"Its okay mom. Honest. I just think that you are really... pretty," he said, and he leaned forward and hugged her earnestly. She hugged him back, holding him tightly, letting him smell her skin.

"Do you really think I am pretty. I am not an old hag?" she asked.

"NO!" he said forcefully and then seemed to feel embarrassed about it.

"Do you think we can put this behind us? Can we agree that neither one of us will get angry and we can just go back to being a happy family?" she asked. 

"Okay!" he said and truly seemed relieved. But she could feel him squirming a bit. The hug had pressed her breasts against his legs and she could tell that he was hard again. They sat for awhile in a slightly awkward silence and then she started to speak again.

"You know there is nothing to be ashamed of with your penis. You can't control that and you have a very handsome...body," she explained. Trying to sound sexy and motherly at the same time. She was surprised to find that she was able to combine those two seemingly disparate qualities together. Her son looked a little surprised.

"Some of the other boys in gym class say that it is small," he explained. Maybe she should've sent him to public school with girls. It was clear that his lack of interaction with girls was causing him some anxiety about his body. She felt that was pretty natural. It was obvious he was looking for confirmation or denial of his fears and his mother was willing to offer him the latter.

"Well I didn't really get a chance to see it, but I am sure you are absolutely normal honey. Besides which, girls don't really care about that sort of things. It's just something that boys like to compete about," she explained.

"Oh, thanks mom" he said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. He took that as to mean he was small.

"Here sweetie, let me take a look at it and I will tell you what I think," she explained in an almost clinical voice. He looked at her with a wide-eyed stare and then gave an uncomfortable laugh like he thought that she may be joking, "I am not joking Richie. Let momma have a look. I want to reassure you that you are fine. It's not like I haven't seen it before."

For a moment her son didn't move. He just looked at her with an awkward smile on his face. He still wasn't 100% sure she was serious and he had another erection. Maybe he would get in trouble this time. However, it was a risk he was willing to take. He felt very strange. Beyond his emotions, which were so confusing that he couldn't even begin to understand them, he was also very, very aroused. More so than he had ever been before. He thought about girls all the time, wanted to go on dates, wanted to have sex. But it was so difficult to talk to girls. He'd thought turning 16 would help his confidence, driving and all that. But it hadn't. Then he'd thought turning 18 would do it, being an adult. That hadn't done it. But this conversation with his mother, it was changing something.

Slowly he lifted up his hips on the bed and Kitty, moved her arms to ensure he could move. He let his bathing suit slide down his legs onto the floor. He was now completely naked, blushing and sitting on his bed. Kitty leaned forward again, putting her forearms once again against her son's knees.

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" she said, "Or maybe it is," she said with a good natured smiled, looking at his small, but rock hard cock.

"Sorry," he said, blushing harder than ever.

"Don't be, I was just teasing," she explained. Now she leaned her head forward and placed her chin on the top of her forearms. She as just a few short inches away from his hard dick. She couldn't believe how aroused she was. She was drinking in every veiny, tight inch of his cock with her eyes. She could smell his musk. She had never wanted a cock as bad as she did now. The naughtiness was suddenly so exciting.

"Is it big? Would a girl like it" he asked in a breathless voice.

"Oh honey. It is a perfectly normal and handsome penis," she said in a breathy voice. She could feel her hot breath bouncing back against his dick and back into her face. She could see his member throbbing and she could feel the heat coming off of it. 

"So there is nothing wrong with it?" he asked, she could see a little bit of pre-cum dribbling off the tip and down the shaft.

"There is one little thing," she said.

"What?" he asked leaning forward a little bit.

"It is so dirty!" she said and quickly leaned forward and took the tip of his circumcised penis into her mouth. She closed her eyes and felt his entire body go stiff. She felt his warm, spongy dick tip against her tongue and felt unbelievably horny. She just held it there for a second, feeling tasting the salty flavor and swirling her tongue around on the tip. She could hear him gasping but he didn't say anything. 

She knew that now as the time. She had him completely within her power. It was then that the overall disgust with what she was doing washed over her and for a second it almost won. She felt a bit of revulsion for herself. Her son's cock was in her mouth. And she liked it. However, soon she began to focus on that last part. Suddenly, her revulsion became part of what made this so sexy. So exciting and so wrong. That made it even sexier.