7 comments/ 121066 views/ 19 favorites Sharing Rita Ch. 2 By: teniellejd Heather came home from sports camp on Thursday. She had had a great time and her body was toned and firm after days of strenuous sporting activities. She had a positive glow about her that Rita noticed when she walked in the door. 'Hi sweetheart how you?' said Rita and gave her a hug. Heather hugged her back and they walked into the living room together and sat on the couch. Rita was so happy to see her, she was often lonely when Heather wasn't around as they had been close all their lives but Anita had helped to fill the space while she was away. Since that first day they'd made love, Anita had been around here every moment playing sex games with the busty middle aged woman. When she wasn't at Rita's house, she was ringing her up and talking to her on the phone. Rita liked the attention, but was often worried about Anita getting too attached to her and also worried that Anita's mother Silvia, who was a very strict woman would find out. Anita was smart though, she knew. But the girl had her head in clouds lately and Rita suspected it wouldn't be long before she made mistakes. They had to be even more careful now that Heather was back. Heather was happy to see her mother as well and had not forgotten their erotic encounter in the shower before she left. But the memories were coming back stronger. After their initial greeting and the familiar touch of Rita's affectionate hands, she remember in full force. She sat on the couch and felt awkward and she could tell Rita knew that she was thinking about it. They had sorted it out before Heather had left for camp but it was still awkward. Heather knew her mother liked women but her own daughter? They were very close, almost like best friends but they hadn't talked about sex much, only the basics. Rita reached out a hand to smooth back Heather's blonde hair. Heather stiffened slightly and then relaxed. Rita looked worried. 'Are you alright sweetheart?' she asked, her green eyes were so worried that Heather felt sorry for her. 'I'm sorry,' she said and put her head on her shoulder. She liked being close to Rita, feeling her soft curves against hers. She liked Rita's hands touching her, her mothers wonderful hands that always seem to find the place on her body that needed the most attention and would massage and reassure her. She always felt safe next to her. 'Were you thinking about us in the shower the other day?' Rita forced the sentence out, she wished it had never happened now and she knew Heather didn't trust her like she used to. 'Yeah, kind of ...' said Heather and looked up at her. Rita's cheeks turned a pinkish colour and she knew that she was embarrassed about it. 'I'm sorry sweetheart ...' Rita began and then stopped. She was having a hard time explaining herself.. 'You like other women don't you mum?' said Heather, patting her hand. Rita nodded. 'Yes I do kind of ... I mean, yes I do,' she nodded. 'I'm bisexual. I like men and women.' Heather smiled. 'I know what bisexual means mum.' Rita gave a nervous laugh. 'Oh course you,' she paused for a moment. 'I'm bisexual. I like women, I always have. I had as many girlfriends as I have men. I love men too. I loved your dad before we got separated. He was very dear to me but it was difficult to keep loving him .. .' She started getting frustrated and tried to begin again. Heather could tell she was getting upset. She kissed her hand. 'You don't have to explain about dad, I already know that.' 'Right,' she sighed. 'I don't know what to say to you Heather. I just like women, it's different from men, so different and both wonderful in their own way. I like being bisexual, to me it seems perfectly natural.' 'As for the shower I guess I got carried away having such a beautiful young woman in my arms, even if you are my daughter. I like holding women, they're do soft and cuddly,' Rita was turning bright red with embarrassment. 'I hope you don't think I'm sick.' 'No of course not,' said Heather and rested her head on Rita's shoulder again. 'It was just strange but I liked holding you as well. Your so pretty mum. Do you think I'm bi as well?' 'I don't know sweetheart,' said Rita kissing her head. 'You might get it from me. Your dad certainly didn't like other men.' Heather laughed and then Rita joined in. They both felt better now, having explained their feelings. Heather felt closer to her mother than she ever had, it was a more adult and maturing love and respect. 'Did you like his new wife?' asked Heather. 'She was nice, young and pretty. Not much upstairs but that would suit him,' she said. Heather smiled. Rita was smart, she guessed she was a lot smarter than her Dad. 'Was she jealous of you? She should be,' Heather added. 'Yes she was jealous, although she acted like she wasn't. I don't know why, I sooner have her than I would your father again,' she said. 'Do you think you'll ever remarry?' asked Heather. 'I don't know. But enough of that. Do you have the rest of the day off or do you have to go to school?' 'No we have it off. I go back tomorrow. Anita's coming over tonight? Did she come over on Monday?' Rita smiled. 'Yes she came over, she watched a video with me and kept me company while you were away. A nice girl, you have good friends.' 'I think she's bi mum, so you'd better watch out. She's always talking about sex,' said Heather. Rita cleared her throat. 'Yes, maybe I should watch out. She's such a naughty little girl, very nosey when she was younger. She's had sex has she?' 'Yes,' said Heather. 'With a few guys.' 'Have you?' asked Rita. 'Yes, with one guy,' said Heather. 'I didn't mean to, it just happened at the time.' 'Did you like it? Was he a good lover? I hope you used protection.' 'He was alright,' said Heather, thinking about it. 'Alright? Is that all? He can't have satisfied you. Did he give you oral?' asked Rita. 'No we just had sex,' said Heather, blushing. It felt strange talking to her mother about sex. It was a side to her she didn't know and she was surprised that Rita was so frank about it. 'Make him next time, I'd drop a guy that didn't go down on me,' said Rita. 'Did you go out with many guys when you were my age mum?' 'No I didn't. I had a few dates but I didn't lose my virginity until I was nineteen. Your grandmother was very strict in me going out. I only had a few boyfriends before I met your dad. They were all good lovers.' 'What about women?' asked Heather, wondering why she wanted to know. 'Not long after my first boyfriend. I was seduced by his ex-girlfriend who was out to get me ever since I took him away.' 'Really? What did she do?' asked Heather, fascinated. 'You really want to know? Your being very open minded about it,' said Rita suspiciously and tickled her. 'Your not wearing a wire are you?' Heather laughed and struggled in her arms. 'No, I'm just curious about it. What led you down that path, why you like women, had you always like them?' 'You really want to know?' repeated Rita, still not sure. 'I want to know everything,' said Heather, feeling a little turned on by the story, the seduction and holding her beautiful mother close to her, smelling her sweet smell of perfume. Feeling her busty chest rise and fall and the heartbeat beneath it. She had never felt so comfortable with another person in her whole life, besides Anita. 'Alright,' said Rita, feeling a little more relaxed and turned on herself. She liked having her daughter next to her, loving and trusting and decided she would never do anything to jeopardize it again. 'We were at his house, having just being out. His girlfriend Alison was still crazy about him and hated me, even though I had never met her and didn't know anything about her. I was pretty na‹ve at the time. I must have been about nineteen. He was a nice guy and he had a wonderful cock. It was really thick and felt so nice inside it would almost make me burst when he had me. All I could remember was thinking why I hadn't had sex earlier, my mother had gone to painstaking efforts to keep my virtue. He was considerate, he gave me my first orgasm and that changed my life. He had dropped Alison for me. I guess he liked blondes.' 'Was she good looking?' asked Heather. 'Yes, a lovely sensuous brunette. Where still friends you know, I see her occasionally. But I didn't think she was so nice at time. I had just had sex with Andrew and was on my way home when she was waiting for in a car. She jumped out and grabbed and pulled up against the car, scaring the hell out of me. I thought she was crazy, she was saying all this crap about how I ruined their relationship by spreading rumours about her - I didn't know what she talking about. All I remember was being scared out of my wits. She shook me and I started to cry she frightened me so much.' 'Really? You started crying?' 'Yes,' Rita laughed, 'She was pretty fierce. She felt bad I guess because she calmed down and tried to calm me down, even started to hold me close. If I had known better I would have known she was checking me out, taking advantage of my state. She was trying to make up and gave me a lift home in her car. For some reason I accepted and we started talking and she kept saying she was so sorry and was glad that she met me after all. I don't think she intended to seduce me at first but then the idea must have grown on her. I was sitting their think why does she keep touching me and being so nice.' 'Did you like it?' asked Heather. 'Yes a little, I wasn't thinking of it in a sexual way though. When she kissed me, that was a different story. Her face was so soft, her lips were like rose petals we just melted together. It was heaven. I didn't resist, it made me wild. From then on, I had about another two boyfriend before I met your dad and Alison was always around, her and some of her sexy friends.' They both went quiet for a time. Rita moved through her memory and some of her erotic exploits she'd had over the years. Heather wandered to the possibilities of sex, things she hadn't tried. 'Have you got a vibrator mum?' she asked. Rita smiled. 'Yes, I have two actually. A girls best friend. Why?' 'Anita has one,' said Heather, thinking of her horny friend. 'She's always playing with it when I'm at her house. She got it in France.' 'Did she now?' said Rita, getting wet visualizing Anita's little pussy, seeing the vibrator disappear into it's pink wonders and Anita's cute little face sighing with pleasure. 'Do you want to borrow one of mine?' 'Well,' said Heather, blushing. 'I like to try one out.' 'You can borrow one whenever you like,' said Rita. They both got up from the couch and Rita took her hand. 'Come on, I'll show you. I'm surprised you and Anita haven't found them snooping around the house.' Rita led her upstairs to her room and straight to the her clothes cupboard where she kept her love tools. Heather stood next to her, nervous and excited at the same time. She wasn't sure if she was excited about getting the vibrator or Rita's hand holding hers. Rita pushed aside some sexy underwear and took out a medium sized white vibrator, straight and featureless. Smiling she turned around and gave it to Heather, who took it shyly, unsure what to say. 'That a good one for starters, don't worry I keep them clean,' she added. 'I have another more elaborate one, a lot bigger though. Maybe too big for you though.' 'Thanks mum,' said Heather and kissed her on the cheek, her face red. 'How do you turn it on?' 'I'll show you,' said Rita and sat on the bed. Heather say next to her. Rita showed her the switch at the bottom. 'You just turn it here and - ' The vibrator started buzzing loudly. Rita turned it off. 'There you go, you're all set.' Heather smiled and got up off the bed. 'Well, I suppose I'd better unpack my bags.' 'Okay Hon, I'll make us some lunch,' said Rita a little disappointed that she was leaving. Heather left leaving her feeling horny and in need of a good clit rub. She wished Anita was here, although she had reservations about her age and enthusiasm, she was very fond of the eager little brunette who was so happy to pleasure her all the time. That night Anita came over to have dinner with them. Heather was glad to see her friend and was filled with all sorts of stories for her. Anita was glad to see her as well, but couldn't help but think of Rita, visualizes the older woman moving around the house. She found it hard to concentrate. They were sitting in the living room and Rita would pass on through from the kitchen to the stairway and give Anita a secret little smile, then Anita would watch her lovely bum sway into another room. Anita felt faint as waves of lust came over her, heightened by their secret they were sharing. She smoothed back her short dark hair and tried to relax, but every time Rita wasn't about, Heather was a constant reminder. Rita made them all a lovely dinner and called the two young ladies in when it was almost ready. 'Have a seat and I'll serve it up for you,' said Rita, working over the kitchen bench. 'I'll just go to the bathroom,' said Heather and disappeared. Anita waited until she was gone and slowly walked up behind Rita and put her arms around her as she was serving up the dinner, pressing herself against the soft body. 'Anita, I told you, not while Heather's here,' said Rita, but not removing her hands that were caressing her abdomen. 'I want you so bad,' whispered Anita in her ear and then bit it, pushing her small breasts into Rita's back. Her caresses became more daring as she sucked on Rita's ear. Her hands moved a little lower, towards her sex and then up again a little higher towards her busty chest. Rita closed her eyes in ecstasy as she was caught in the dizzying waves of desire and pushed her ass back into Anita and together began to move in rhythm, like Anita was fucking her from behind. Anita sucked on her neck and squeezed both Rita's large breast through her blouse. Rita turned around, a wild glint in her green eyes that Anita had come to know over the last few days that meant she was driving her crazy. Rita pushed back up against the fridge and they bumped into it with a bang, neither of them feeling any pain, they were so overcome with desire for each other. They kissed fast and heavy, their mouths parting as far as they possibly could as Rita pressed the girl hard up against the fridge, almost lifting her in her rhythmic kissing. Anita loved it and went just as wild, tearing at Rita's blouse, almost ripping it as she dug her nails into her back. They were above pain, all that mattered was this moment, this incredible desire and lust that needed to be satisfied in the only way they knew how. Anita reached her hand into the front of Rita's pants, desperately wanting to satisfy the older woman, when she heard the toilet flush from upstairs. Rita felt like she just had cold water thrown on her face. With every bit of will power she could possibly gather she detached herself from Anita. 'Wait. Stop,' she gasped, her breath heavy. 'She'll be back in minute.' Anita stared a moment, still overcome with desire. 'Okay,' she said unhappily. 'We have to you know,' said Rita, trying to calm down. Suddenly they came forward and kissed again, desperately. After a moment, surprisingly it was Anita who pulled away. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'Don't be,' said Rita, smoothing out her blouse. She felt like she'd been through a drying machine. 'Do I look okay?' Anita looked at her closely. 'Just a little flushed that's all. Straighten your hair a bit - Oh!' Anita kneeled down and picked something off the floor. It was one a button from Rita's blouse, they hadn't even noticed it in their struggles. 'I'm sorry Rita,' said Anita, looking genuinely remorseful. 'Don't worry, it's only a button,' said Rita taking it from her. She took a deep breath and smoothed herself over again and then fixed her hair. 'Have a seat.' Anita sat at the table. 'Do I look alright?' 'You look fine,' said Rita. Heather walked back in the room a moment later and sat at the table, smiling ignorantly at both of them. 'Smells great mum,' she said and sat next to Anita. 'You will love it,' Rita smiled back and bought the dishes over. Later Rita lay in bed, thinking of the nights events. Not much happened after dinner, they talked for awhile and then Anita and Heather went upstairs to talk by themselves. Rita was lonely. Perhaps I need a man, she thought. Someone to grow old with. She liked Anita's affection but didn't really want a relationship with her, she wanted someone her own age, someone more permanent. But all the same, she liked her energy and enthusiasm, she was always eager to please that girl. Rita liked fucking her with her strapon, that naughty little rich girl from around the corner. She also worried what her Anita's mother Silvia knew about them, if anything. Rita turned the light off and went to sleep. Half an hour later she was awoken by a thump on her window. She got up from the bed in her black nightie and padded softly to window. She opened it and looked out. Anita was down below dressed in her frilly white nightie and a jacket. She gave her large smile to Rita and waved. 'Can I talk to you?' she whispered loudly. 'What are you doing up at this hour?' said Rita in her motherly voice. 'I need to talk to you,' repeated Anita. 'Meet me at the front door,' said Rita and then closed the window. She was annoyed and horny at the same time. Anita's going to get me in a lot of trouble she thought as she tiptoed out into the hallway like a trespassing teenager. This is ridiculous, she thought. This is my house. Secretly she was scared Heather would wake up. That reminds me, I wonder if Heather used that vibrator I lent her? Feeling hornier, she walked quietly to the front door, prepared to give Anita a hard attitude for sneaking around. She opened the door and Anita was standing there with her hands behind her back in a girlish way and her usual sexy smile. 'Hi,' she said and stepped inside. 'Don't hi me,' said Rita and closed the door behind her. 'What the hell are u doing sneaking about at this hour?' 'I had to see you Rita,' she said, her smile disappearing to a look of seriousness. 'I can't stop thinking about you.' 'Can't you at least put something decent on? Fancy running around the neighbourhood at this time of night in that,' said Rita, eyeing the outfit. It was a small white nightie that showed a lot her long curvy thighs. A pair of tennis shoes were stuck on her big feet without any socks on. 'Do u like it?' asked Anita shyly. 'No I don't,' said Rita, even though she did. 'What about if I just were my undies next time,' Anita continued, unphased by her reactions. 'I have a really small thong on.' 'Stop it Anita, now I'll take you home,' said Rita. 'Its not funny.' 'No please don't send me home,' Anita whined and grabbed Rita's arm pleadingly. 'Please I came to see you.' 'Anita I mean it,' said Rita, 'I'm taking you home this instant.' Anita fell to her knees and began to beg, burying her face in Rita's stomach. 'Please don't send me back. Please Rita, I want to stay with you. Just a little while. Please.' Rita was frustrated with her but at the same time, attracted. She could feel Anita's soft breasts pressing against her thighs, she was aware of her scent, strong and womanly, and very inviting. She was warm, alive; a sure way to ease her loneliness. She was also willing. Desire swept over Rita, her annoyance disappeared, she wanted to feel her fingers slide into the teenagers tight cunt again, listen to her whimper as she fucked her with her fingers. She wanted to taste her young flesh, savour it with her taste buds. The smooth tan skin against her own, the mindless passion of lustful sex, the all consuming thoughts of fucking, fucking and fucking. Sharing Rita Ch. 2 Rita knelt down beside her and looked into her eyes, it was dark in the room but their eyes were adjusted so they could make each other out. Anita eyes were glistening and wet, evidently she was more upset than Rita realized. 'Don't send me back,' Anita sniffed. 'Shh,' said Rita and touched Anita's lips. 'Its okay. I won't send you back.' 'Promise?' 'You know you'll have to go back sooner or later,' said Rita. 'I know, but I miss you,' said Anita. 'Just for a little while.' 'You'd go back if I sent you,' Rita reflected thoughtfully. 'Wouldn't you?' 'Of course I would,' said Anita. 'I don't want to get you in trouble.' Anita sniffed again, looking unhappy. Rita kissed her softly on the lips, tasting a salty tear. 'Is that better?' she asked. Anita nodded. Rita kissed her softly again and put her arms around her in a hug. 'I wish you were my mum,' said Anita, hugging her tightly. 'No you don't,' said Rita. She felt along Anita's thigh, slowly up towards her pelvis, feeling the silky skin. Anita looked at her in surprise and then delight as she felt a fingers move aside her thong and cleave open her little flower, settling in her crease and then plunge in easily into its wet tightness. 'Would a mother do that?' said Rita, staring into her eyes. 'Yes,' breathed Anita, enjoying the probing finger. She leaned forward and kissed Rita sloppily, her mouth wide, eager to exchange saliva with the older woman. Rita accepted her eager kissing, while she worked her finger inside that teenage pussy. She used her free hand to feel Anita's soft ass. 'Mmph,' Anita murmured as she broke her kiss and began to orgasm, she gyrated her pussy on Rita's fingers and then gasped even louder as Rita managed to get another finger inside her. She came hard, biting her lip in ecstasy. They fell into a heap, kissing and feel each others bodies. Anita pressed down hard on Rita, feeling her breasts and kissing her passionately and then quickly moved her head down and found Rita's soaked wet patch. Rita arched her back as she felt Anita's tongue connected with her clit and a finger invades her privates. 'Oh yes, eat me,' Rita murmured softly. Anita sucked on her clit and pussy lips like there was no tomorrow, desperate to please the older woman. She pressed her long pointed tongue deep into Rita's snatch, soaking her tongue with pussy juice. She loved the blonde pubes in her face, the womanly smell, the thighs wrapped around her head. Anita loved to look up and see Rita arching her back as she was eaten, her full bust rising in a tortured sexual breath, urgently needing to come. Anita bought her to a shuddering climax and was delighted to see Rita enjoying it so much. After Rita had calmed down and come back to earth, Anita lay besides her, face to face and kissed Rita on the mouth, softly at first and then using her tongue. Rita kissed her back easily, tasting her own pussy and sucking on her tongue then lay back, just staring at her and stroking her face. Anita did the same. She loved the green eyes, the way they glinted in the moonlight, and the contours of Rita's face, the high cheekbones and the blonde hair. She was truly a beautiful woman. 'I wish I could stay,' said Anita, after minutes had gone by. 'So do I,' lied Rita. Anita really was in love with her, she thought. Her heart sank, she never anticipated that it would happen, but it had. She was fond of her and liked being friends and fucking her occasionally, but Anita wanted something she couldn't give her. Rita never suspected it would happen. With her other girlfriends, it had been sex, fun and most of them had male partners. She didn't want to hurt Anita, she was really fond of her and it would upset her daughters friendship. Anita moved forward and rested her head on Rita's chest, sighing happily. Rita lay in the darkness, faint light from the windows illuminating her worried expression. Slowly she raised herself off the ground and into a sitting position. 'Come on,' she said hesitantly, fearing Anita would get upset again. 'I will take you home now.' Anita stared at her for long moments, her happy face going blank. Then she agreed. 'Okay.' Rita stared at her. She was taking it ok now. Did she only come over to fuck me? Rita wondered as they got to their feet. Was she just a little slut who wanted to be satisfied? 'I'll get my keys,' said Rita and disappeared before Anita could respond. She came back moments later with a pair of slippers and a dressing gown, the keys to her Mercedes in her hand. Anita was waiting quietly where she left her. 'Come on,' said Rita, refusing to look at her. Rita drove her home in silence. It was only a block away, but Rita didn't want her to walk around at this hour, dressed so scantily. Anita looked at her while she was driving, but didn't say anything, sensing she was upset with her. Rita pulled up a few houses away. 'Why didn't you take your car?' she asked. 'I didn't want mum to hear me leave,' said Anita, smiling at her. Rita lapsed into silence again, waiting for her to get out of the car. 'Are you mad at me?' asked Anita. 'Don't asked stupid questions,' snapped Rita, irritated by her tone. 'This isn't some game and I'm not one of your stupid teenage lovers. Don't ever come over like that again. What if something happened to you on the way over? Or the way back? You're a smart girl. You should know better.' Anita flinched at her tone, feeling guilty. Was it over already? She wanted to make it up to her, but Rita was too angry with her to reason. She stepped out of the car slowly. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'Just forget it,' sighed Rita. 'I didn't mean to snap at you. You just put me in a difficult position.' 'I know, I'm sorry,' Anita repeated. 'It won't happen again I promise.' 'Okay go on home now,' she said. 'Bye,' said Anita and closed the door. She stood and watched as Rita drove off into the night, then headed back to her house. The next day Rita was cleaning up her house, when there was a knock at the door. She was surprised and then afraid when she saw Anita's mother Silvia standing in the doorway with a pair sunglasses on. 'Hello Rita,' she greeted and then walked inside as if it were her own house. 'Sylvia -' Rita began and then followed her into the living room. Sylvia took a languid stroll around the living room, looking at its features and taking her time, keeping Rita in suspense. She was an attractive woman, a little older than Rita. Her hair was raven and tied in a stylish bun, like she had just emerged from a salon, which Rita didn't doubt that she had. Her face was like white porcelain and statue like in its expression, emotionless and her red lips set in a firm line as if controlling herself from telling Rita everything wrong with the living room. Finally satisfied, she removed her sun glasses to look at Rita. Her eyes were the only feature that reminded Rita of Anita, dark and curious. 'Can I offer you a drink?' said Rita, trying to be warm. Sylvia raised her hand in a quick gesture of refusal. 'I came here to talk to you.' 'About Anita?' said Rita weakly, fear gripping her. 'Yes.' 'Was it about last night?' asked Rita. 'In some part yes, she seems to be spending an awful amount of time in this -' Sylvia looked around the room for the right words. 'Establishment.' 'We're all friends really,' said Rita. Sylvia sat on the couch and Rita sat on the one opposite her. 'I see. Her and Heather have always been good friends. Heather is a very well mannered young woman,' Sylvia admitted. 'Thankyou,' said Rita. 'She's a lovely girl. And so is Anita.' 'Are you aware that both the girls have been smoking marijuana?' Sylvia raised her eyebrows. Rita almost sighed in relief, but caught herself under Sylvia's gaze. So this is what its about, she thought. 'Yes, I was aware.' 'You were?' Sylvia's eyes flared liked horse nostrils. 'Then you should have reported it to me.' 'I'm sorry I didn't think it was important,' said Rita, then groaned inwardly, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. Sylvia stared at her like she was an idiot. 'Not important? An illicit drug is not important? It against the law and its very damaging to the brain, I can imagine -' 'Yes, but they only take a puff now and then,' said Rita. 'I spoke to both of them and they it was only on occasion.' 'You spoke to them? Well Anita outright denied it to me, until I showed it to her plainly after searching her room. I suggest you do the same thing with Heather.' Sylvia narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at Rita. Rita spoke her next words in a controlled voice. 'My daughters possessions are her own business. I have no intention of going through her room.' 'Well you should, its an effective way to weed out any lies.' 'Heather doesn't lie,' said Rita. 'Well Anita does and has. Your daughter is well behaved, Anita is very hard to keep in line. I would appreciate you telling me in future if such events occur again. You gave them both a suitable punishment I suppose.' 'No,' said Rita. 'What would be the point? They're both eighteen now, I can hardly tell them what to do. Just advise them on the dangers of smoking it.' 'Well its inadequate parenting,' said Sylvia. Rita digested this information slowly. 'Are you calling me a bad parent?' 'Well your pretty light on punishment. I mean smoking marijuana in the final year at school. They haven't got far to go before they finish and you let them do this?' 'I didn't let them do anything,' said Rita irritably. 'I told them I didn't want them smoking in the house again and I believe them when they say they won't.' 'In the house! In the house! That could mean anything,' said Sylvia. 'What if they were smoking outside would that be alright?' 'No it wouldn't. I trust them. And to be honest I would rather if they had to smoke it, that they do it here then at a park or somewhere unsupervised.' Sylvia shook her head. 'Your crazy, I won't allow Anita to be here in this kind of environment.' 'Me crazy?' said Rita angrily. 'Least I talk to my daughter and treat her like an adult instead of child like you do with Anita. No wonder she's always getting into mischief when you keep treating her like an immature brat, instead of the intelligent and charming girl that she is!' Sylvia turned pale beneath her already pale skin. Too well bred to start a fully blown argument she stood up from her seat stiffly. 'Well that's that then,' she said. 'Anita is not come around here again, but I don't see why Heather should be a victim of our differences and misunderstanding. Heather is quite welcome over at our place, but Anita is not to come over here. Do you understand?' 'Perfectly!' said Rita. 'I don't need to show you door, you do well and finding your way around where you're not welcome.' Sylvia gave her a hard stare and then walked to the door that had been left open the entire time. Rita sighed and puts her face in her hands. Heather didn't find out what had happened until after she got home and spoke to Anita on the phone that evening. Rita avoided mentioning it, knowing that Heather would be upset about it. Heather found out and came into Rita's bedroom to talk about it. 'Anita's mum won't let her stay here anymore,' she said unhappily. 'Do you know what happened? Anita said you had an argument with her.' Rita was getting ready for bed, in her black silk nightie. She looked at Heather, a little embarrassed. 'Yes we did, I'm sorry darling I should have told you when you got home. I just didn't want to make you upset.' 'But why? Was is because of the pot we smoked? We rarely ever have it mum,' said Heather. 'I know you don't,' said Rita, she came over and rubbed Heather's arms. 'Sylvia wanted me to punish you, but I told her your old enough to make your own decisions. Is Anita okay?' 'No, she's really upset,' said Heather, perplexed. 'So am I. I love having her over here.' 'Me too,' said Rita. 'We can only hope Sylvia comes around. I will talk to her again, apologize, I was rude to her, but she was rude to me. We both said some rash things. She thinks I'm a bad parent.' 'Your not,' said Heather and hugged her tightly. 'You're the best mum ever. Anita thinks so too.' Rita smiled and kissed her hair. 'Thanks for saying so. Are you going to bed now?' 'I don't think I can sleep,' said Heather. 'Can I sleep with you?' 'Of course you can,' said Rita. Heather smiled at her and disappeared to change into her pajamas. When she came back Rita was already in bed, waiting for her. Heather climbed aboard and lay beside her. Rita was once again attracted to her daughter, her feminine smell, the softness of her young and firm body. Her crystal blue eyes. It would be hard for her to sleep, but she had to try. She turned the light off and lay on her back and was surprised when Heather moved right alongside her and put her arms around her lovingly, resting her head on her shoulder. Very hard indeed, she thought. Heather kissed on the cheek. 'Goodnight mum,' she said. 'Goodnight. Are you sure you'll be comfortable like this? I might roll on top of you in my sleep,' said Rita, and kissed her blonde hair. 'That's okay,' said Heather. They both settled down for sleep. After a moment Heather spoke up again. 'Mum?' 'Yes darling?' said Rita. 'Your vibrator was really good,' she said after a moment. Rita felt a familiar warmth in her stomach at the mention of her vibrator. 'I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your really growing up now. You can have it or we'll buy you a new one on the internet.' 'I want to share it with you,' said Heather. 'I had the best orgasm ever.' 'Heather please,' said Rita. 'All this talk of vibrators will make me have to excuse myself to the bathroom.' 'Really?' said Heather. 'Yes, now go to sleep,' said Rita, who was wide awake now and very conscious of the soft and warm body against hers. She felt a hand rubbing her stomach softly, sending tingles through her body. 'I don't want your to go to the bathroom,' said Heather. 'I want you to stay with me.' Rita felt the hand move lower and lower, to her thighs and then back up to her loins. She held her breath, hardly believing what was happening, then she felt a hand feeling her lovely blonde bush. She gasped. 'Heather! Are you sure -' Rita trailed off and a finger went inside her moist pussy. 'Oh mum, you're so sexy. I can't stop thinking about you,' said Heather, her breathing shallow as she felt her inside her mothers deepest secret. 'I want to help get you off.' 'Your doing very well,' gasped Rita, enjoying the probing fingers. They were inexperienced, but meant well. She reached her hands around and squeezed Heather's firm ass. Heather moaned and fingered her mother more rapidly, enjoying the sensation of her fingers inside the tight pussy, it was heaven. She'd been thinking about it for days, ever since the shower. Even though she had been confused, underneath it all she was turned on by the experience. And now it was happening again. Rita's hand had found its way into Heather's pajama bottoms and was sliding along her asscrack, until she found her daughters extremely tight cunt and returned the favour. Heather was so excited she came almost immediately, her pussy clamping around Rita's finger and flooding it with her juices. On impulse she started fingering Rita harder and faster and bringing her mother to an orgasm not long after she had hers. 'Oh my sweet Heather,' gasped Rita as she came in bliss. They both lay panting after there orgasm for long moments, their minds racing at what had just happened. Rita removed her finger from Heather's pussy and tasted the sticky and sweet juice. Then she took hold of Heather's face and looked into her eyes, what she could barely make out in the darkness. 'Thankyou sweetheart, that was wonderful,' she said. 'I guess your ok with it now?' 'Yes, I don't know if its right but I don't care,' said Heather earnestly. 'Its okay baby,' said Rita and kissed softly on the lips. 'Its our little secret. Mine and yours forever. I love you.' 'I love you mum,' said Heather. Rita kissed her again, but this time with her tongue, she explored her daughters mouth with eager swirls, finding Heather's tongue and playing with it. Heather took it and was overwhelmed by her mothers, strong and experienced kissing; when Rita pulled away from her mouth with a smacking sound, she was breathless and gasping. 'Mum, I want you again,' said Heather, kissing her back eagerly and pulling aside Rita's shoulder straps so her large breasts fell out. She took one eagerly in her mouth and began sucking on it. They both surrendered to a night of passion in which they would never forget. Rita was a sensual and gentle lover with her daughter, she wasn't rough or 'Mrs. Jennings' like she had been with Anita, she knew what each of her women lovers needed and gave it to them. They spent only half the night asleep, the rest was in fits of sexual passion. By the morning, Heather was a changed woman. She awoke and rolled over and gave her mum a big kiss. Rita opened her eyes and smiled, kissing her back. 'Hi darling, sleep well?' she asked. 'Of course,' smiled Heather. 'I was thinking we could have a shower together again.' 'You learn quickly,' said Rita and began feeling her daughters body again, pay close attention to her ass, which she loved, the firm and heart shaped cheeks. 'Mum, what are we going to do about Anita?' she asked. 'I don't know, 'said Rita and got out of bed. 'I'll work something out. I promise.' 'Ok,' said Heather and got up as well. Hand in hand, they both headed off to the shower.