Chapter Thirty-Two

The following morning, I awoke to Mom brushing my hair with her hand. She was spooning me from behind. The events of the previous night quickly flooded my mind as well. I so wanted to be angry with Mom, but the way we were snuggled together reminded me of the times I would sneak into bed with her when I was much younger. I was her little girl all over again. The obvious problem was that I wasn’t a little girl any longer, and there was no way either of us could pretend that last night hadn’t happened.

I squirmed around so that I was lying on my back, and could see her face.

“Good morning,” she softly said.

“Good morning, Mom,” I said, yawning. Gawd, it was way too early to be waking up!

“Are you okay?” she asked, brushing my hair with her hand.

“I’m fine, just a little tired and a little sore down there.” We just lay there for a minute enjoying our closeness.

“I didn’t get nearly as wasted as you though,” I said a little more sternly than I wanted. I immediately smiled at her so she would think I was just teasing.

“I did a lot of stupid things last night.”

“I did a lot of stupid things, too.”

“Like what?”

“I’d rather not say.” I answered.

“Do I have to water-board you?”

“Sounds kinky, but I think I earned at least a free pass last night. Don’t you?”

She paused for a few moments. Her eyes looked over my shoulder in the direction of Jamie.

“You saved my ass last night.”

“Yeah, I did. And you licked mine.” I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at my smart return. I was learning.

She sorta winced as she seemed to remember doing that to me. She looked at me smiling at her.

“You liked it, didn’t you?”

“You didn’t hear me complain,” I said, trying not to grin.

“I shouldn’t have done that. You’re my daughter.”

“I hate being your daughter.”

She looked hurt.

I quickly added, “I mean, I wish I were someone else sometimes.”

“Sarah?”

“Yeah, and not because Mrs. Clark is her mom.”

“Melissa, I have to be your mother. I can’t change that.”

“I know. And I want you to be my mother. Really.”

Mom looked at me kinda skeptically.

“But sometimes ... I wish ... I wish I could be just Mel. Like last night.”

She kissed my forehead. “We’d be quite a team. We could be dangerous together.”

“We’d make Thelma and Louise look like wimps,” I said.

“We’d be better.”

“Don’t be a hater,” I said to her. “I liked Louise.”

“Louise shot Harlan,” she said. “She got them into the whole mess.”

“Yeah, wasn’t it cool?!” I softly exclaimed. “That’s partly why I liked Louise the best.”

“But Thelma got Brad Pitt in bed.”

“And Brad stole their money the next morning,” I reminded her. “She should never have trusted him like that.”

“They went on a crime spree after that though,” Mom said. “I wouldn’t want that for you.” And after a short pause she added. “And not for me either.”

“Louise was scared of getting caught in Texas ... because of her past,” I said, knowing I was making this a little personal for her.

Mom looked straight up, avoiding me. After a moment, she replied, “Your past can haunt you. Sometimes with tragic results. Louise found that out.”

“They did end kinda tragically, but they did kiss before driving off the cliff together. They’d become best friends.”

“They died though,” Mom said.

“They died together,” I said.

“My head hurts ... and you’re getting philosophical.”

“Don’t be a wuss,” I told her. I knew she probably was hung-over at least a little. So, I changed the subject.

“Has anyone ever called you ‘Andi’?”

“No. Why?”

“Good, cause it sucks as a nickname.”

“What nickname would you give me?” she asked, her curiosity obviously piqued.

I started to say ‘Cara’, but I didn’t. “I’d just call you ‘Andrea’. I like that name. But, I like calling you ‘Mom’ too.”

“I thought you hated being my daughter?”

I sighed. This conversation was getting complicated. We were at the heart of our problem. We both knew it, too. And we both knew that there couldn’t be an easy solution.

I thought for a moment. It was a problem for Mom, but was it also a problem for me? I liked her being my mom. But I also wanted to be able to talk to her and I wanted her to talk to me like she did with Doris. I wanted us to share things.

I looked at her and our eyes met. I said softly, “I don’t really ...”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I know what you mean ... Mel.”

I cuddled against her closer. It felt really odd talking to her like this. We knew each other so well, but at the same time she was still somewhat of a stranger to me. It was similar to the feeling I’d had with Jennifer before we had finally sat down together and talked without being afraid of each other. I liked the feeling. I wanted to have that same feeling with my mom, too.

But Mom was also right. As a team we could be dangerous together. We were so much alike. The idea was both scary and intriguing. I so wanted us to be best friends. Yet I knew I could not have the same relationship with Mom like she had with Doris, Colleen or Maggie.

However, I was very jealous of Sarah. It wasn’t necessarily the sex that they had though. It was the intimacy. The camaraderie. Mom and Sarah could be daring and open with each other. They could do things only best friends would dare do together. That’s what I wanted the most. I wanted to be able to tell this woman that I wanted to do something really crazy, and have her scheme with me how to make it happen ... even if it didn’t ever happen.

I had to smile a little thinking of what we did in the shower yesterday morning. It was the first time I had done anything sexual with my mom. And she with me.

But I also wanted my mother to be my mother too. I wouldn’t mind if she told me no to something, if at least I understood why.

I sighed. We had gotten closer this weekend, but we hadn’t really resolved our differences.

******

“Were you at the Meyers’ house last night?” she finally asked interrupting my thoughts.

Uh oh. Here it was. The motherly interrogation started. I was on the defensive immediately and responded in kind.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Will you tell me what you did?”

“I went there just to explore,” I said. “I didn’t even know it was their house.”

“But when you did find out, you watched what was going on?”

This was getting uncomfortable. “Yes, ma’am.”

“How long did you watch?”

“I’m not sure ... A little while.”

“A lotta while?”

Oh shit, what was she getting at? Why all these friggin questions?

“A little longer than a little while,” I admitted.

“You weren’t alone, were you?”

I looked up at her. I wasn’t going to rat out Peter and Julie. She probably figured Peter was with me, but I wasn’t going to tell her.

“Don’t answer that,” she suddenly said. I smiled softly at her.

She then added, “I really need to know what you saw though.”

“I probably saw too much.”

“Did you see me?”

“Uh huh. It’s cool though. I knew what kind of party it was.”

“Are you upset because Jamie was there?”

“Yeah, but not as much as seeing Pam there.”

“It’s up to parents to decide if they want to include their children. Generally, it is preferred that they be at least fourteen.”

“She’s still my age. Why am I too young?”

“Melissa, please understand. So far, you have only been with our friends that I knew I could trust not to hurt you. I wasn’t so sure about the group at the Meyers’ last night. I knew it could get pretty wild and that I couldn’t watch out for you all night. Considering what you probably saw, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You didn’t know everyone there?” I asked, avoiding admitting that I did agree with her. I wasn’t sure I would have been that cool with people just coming up and touching me like a lot of them were.

“We haven’t been to Forest Acres for about a year and I knew there would be some new people there, and some who are no more than acquaintances.”

“I still think it sucks that Pam could go and I couldn’t.”

Mom hugged me tighter.

“You’ll have to live with it that I, as your mother, will make decisions like that. You may have noticed that the Walcotts did the same for Julie, and the Rayners for Peter.”

“Next time?” I asked hopefully.

Mom got very serious, “I’m not, repeat, not promising.”

Gawd! Mom could be such a stubborn ass!

I then asked, “Is fourteen some kind of magic number now?”

“It was for that party,” she stated. “I didn’t make the rules.”

“If I had been a month away from being fourteen like Pam, would you have let me go?”

Her immediate expression told me she was getting aggravated, so I quickly asked a different question.

“If the rules had said thirteen, would you have stopped me from going?”

“Under the circumstances, yes. But it wasn’t the rule, and besides it wouldn’t have changed the reason I didn’t let you go.”

I usually knew when not to push Mom to let me do something. It only increased her resolve. But I still thought that being excluded sucked. So, I kept pushing.

I then asked, “Would you have taken Sarah?”

That question seemed to catch her off guard. We had never talked about Sarah being sexually involved with my parents. She wasn’t Sarah’s mother. Sarah was her little slut. I wasn’t sure if Mrs. Clark would have taken me, but I was certain my ‘mother’ wouldn’t. I wasn’t sure what ‘Andrea’ would do though with her special friend, Sarah.

“Probably,” she amazingly admitted to me. “If her parents had told me it was okay.”

“Now you know why I’m jealous,” I stated.

“I already knew why, baby,” she responded.

“So she gets to have all the fun with you ... and Daddy,” I firmly stated. “You spend way more time with her than me. And don’t say I spend way more time with Mrs. Clark, because I don’t. We’ve been together maybe a dozen times over the past year. Sarah practically lived in our house last school year while I was cheering.”

I couldn’t believe I was spilling out my feelings. I don’t think Mom ever realized just how I had felt either. I was sure Mrs. Clark had told her I was upset about some things, but probably not to the extent she was finding out now.

“But I don’t love Sarah the way I love you. I’m your mother. I can’t ever forget that. I won’t ever let myself.”

I sighed. I was sure she could sense my frustration.

“Melissa, I never said you should go over or not go over to see Colleen and Bob, it was your decision. You spent most of your time last year with the cheer squad and other activities. That was your choice. And you showed little interest in sex.”

“You know that I did things with Jamie, Sarah, and Pam!” I said defensively.

“True, but Sarah wanted to do more with me and your father. And Colleen and I felt that you were not ready to do more quite yet. So should I have put Sarah off when she was interested just because you were not? Or should Colleen or I have forced you to do things you weren’t ready for?”

I sighed. She had a point there.

Mom brushed over my hair again. “I would have liked it very much if you had spent more time with them. You might not feel so jealous of Sarah then. But one of our rules as adults has always been that we would never force any kid to do anything he or she might not be comfortable with.”

She touched my cheek, “We need to talk about Sarah. I don’t want you to think she’s more important to me than you. She’s not. She’ll never be as special to me as you are.”

“Mom, you’ve spent way more time with her over the past year than with me. And even when we’re home together, you make me do chores and shit. But with her, you play! You swapped me for her so that you could.”

She leaned over and pulled me tightly to her, holding my head to her chest, “Colleen and I wanted you and Sarah to learn about sex and how to enjoy it. I wasn’t Sarah’s mother. Colleen wasn’t your mother. We weren’t swapping daughters because we didn’t want to be your mothers. We were each letting a dear trusted friend expose our daughter to things that we as a mother couldn’t.”

I pulled back and looked at her.

She then told me, “Honey, if I’d tried to seduce you, you’d have freaked out. At best, you’d probably hate me. At worst, you’d have run away or had me turned in to the cops.”

“I just wanted your attention ...”

“I know that now. I should’ve done more to be a better mother, to be closer to you. We just didn’t ... well ...”

“Communicate?”

“Yeah, and I thought you needed me more as a mother than as a friend.”

“Why?” I skeptically asked. “You lied to me, telling me that you were going to a lake house with some friends so Mr. Clark could take my virginity. And so Daddy could take Sarah’s virginity. And I am sure Colleen told you how I fretted if you were okay with me having sex with them. I often did ask her what you knew. I never got a straight answer. You could have sat down with me and told me you knew and were okay with it. All the friggin secrets even hurt my friendship with Sarah. Nobody cared about that either.”

I was almost in tears.

Mom’s voice was very brittle when she answered. “I am so sorry about all of that. I should have known that you needed me to talk to you. I didn’t know how to. I thought Colleen told you enough. I thought I should let her handle things. And that I should be there as your mother if something happened.”

“As my mother? If something happened? Why?”

“Because it’s what I needed when I was your age, but didn’t get. When you were still very young, I knew you were going to be like me. Your personality was so much like mine that even some acquaintances noticed and commented. I had to be better about raising you than my mother had been with me. I had to at least try to set some boundaries for you. I couldn’t do that and be your best friend too. My mom just didn’t realize just what I was capable of.”

“What were you doing when you were my age?” I very curiously asked.

“Melissa, I was having sex with a lot of people. Some of them I shouldn’t have. Some of the things I did I shouldn’t have. In hindsight, I knew I’d needed boundaries that I didn’t have.”

I scrunched my lips. I couldn’t believe she was telling me all of this!

She tenderly said, “Baby, you’ll have a number of friends during your life. You’ll probably have more than one best friend. You’ll only have one mother. Sarah doesn’t get that from me. You do though.”

I softened my gaze at her. Doris would be so proud of her. Gawd, was she ever trying! I was upset somewhat though by the way she was talking about Grandma. I loved her and thought she was a great person. Mom obviously knew her better than I did.

“Why didn’t Grandma set boundaries for you?”

“She didn’t understand me, at least not when I was your age,” she said. She then smirked a little at me, “I know what you’re capable of.”

Acting insulted, I asked, “Am I some kind of monster?”

She half snorted, “No, honey. But I know that without boundaries, you’ll freely do things that seem adventurous, many times not thinking about consequences. You’ll jump before you look. You’ll get into things that you’ll eventually regret.”

“Is that what you did?”

She nodded. “That’s why I said earlier that we’d be dangerous together ... as best friends.”

I started smiling as I thought about being wild with Mom. She quickly noticed it too.

“See! You know exactly what I mean! You remember what we did in the shower yesterday morning?” she asked me.

“Yeah, wasn’t it cool, though?!” I smiled at her.

“Baby, I have known Tom Pervitt for a few years. Otherwise I wouldn’t have let you. You know what we did was pretty dangerous?”

“Duh!”

“Be careful about teasing strangers with your sexual come-on. They may not take it like Tom did. It can get you into a very bad situation that may windup with you seriously hurt.”

“Like getting raped?”

“Exactly.”

Mom hesitated for a minute.

“I have watched out for you since you started having sex. You didn’t notice me but I knew exactly what happened where and when. But I may not always have a chance to be there to watch what you are doing, little one. I hope you realize that.”

I understood that Mom was right. It was a sobering thought. Life could be very complicated when you wanted to have fun.

“I love you, Mom,” I hugged her and put my head against her shoulder. “Thanks for being there when I crash.”

“You are welcome. And I love you, too, sweetheart.”

I grinned at her. She then hugged me to her again.

“But I think you’re wrong, Mom,” I said while she held me against her. I then pulled back from her, and added, “Yeah, we might be dangerous, but you’d know when to tell me to put the brakes on ... and not drive off the cliff.”

“I still say we’d somehow ruin the car,” she retorted, grinning.

“We could blame Jamie. I always do,” I snickered. She hugged me tightly to her again before pulling away and looking over me at Jamie.

“Speaking of your personal scapegoat, we need to wake him up and go take showers,” she said. “We’ve got a lot to do, and it’s already past 8 o’clock.”

“I doubt we’ll have as much fun in the shower with Jamie tagging along,” I said, teasingly.

“Don’t you think we’ve had enough fun for one weekend?” she asked, cocking her head at me with raised eyebrows.

“Do you regret what we did?” I asked, cocking my head as well.

She looked at me quietly for a few moments.

“I don’t regret it at all. But ...” she said, pausing.

“But what?”

“Let’s talk about this later, okay? We really do have a lot to do before we leave.”

I scrunched my lips at her.

“Look, we’ll talk when we get home ... or if Jamie is plugged into his iPod later, we’ll talk on the way. Deal?”

I smiled at her, and nodded. “Thanks for bringing me, Mom.”

She pulled me back to her, hugging me.

******

After waking up my ‘dead to the world’ brother, we were able to pull him along with us to the showers.

I put my arm around his shoulders. “How are you feeling?” He hadn’t said a word yet this morning.

He groaned. “My head hurts, my cock hurts ... I feel like I got run over by a truck.”

I laughed. “That’s what you get when you play in the big league. Good practice for when you play football again.”

He just groaned again. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Mel?”

I looked at him.

“Thanks for helping me out last night.” Why did he have a crooked grin when he said that?

“It’s okay, big brother. What are little sisters for but to bail him out when he fucks up?” I grinned at him. “But next time you want me to suck your cock it better be clean. Yours tasted awful last night. How many women did you fuck anyways?”

He hesitated before answering. ”I’m not exactly sure.”

I didn’t pursue it any further.

He kissed my cheek in return. “Thanks, anyways.”

I said quietly to him, “You owe me. And I want to know some things about the party last night.”

He shook his head and groaned. “Another one of the infamous Melissa interrogations.”

I laughed and danced around him some. Mom looked at us surprised, but she smiled.

It was about 8:30 a.m. Fortunately, we had the showers to ourselves. Unlike the previous morning, I behaved myself.

Jamie finished his shower before ours and headed back ahead of us. I wondered how Mom found the nerve to ask her son if he wanted to go to an orgy with her, and then get him in on a scheme with the others to include a girl who was underage even by their rules. I made a mental note to see just how close my mother and my brother were already.

As Mom and I were walking back to the tent, she surprised me by saying, “Your father knew I would be at the party last night.”

I hadn’t mentioned Daddy at all. I figured she was wondering about it though. I had the previous night while I watched her getting fucked big time by Donkey Dick. I was certain she was afraid of what I might be thinking.

“I called him from my cell phone yesterday and told him that a party was planned at the Meyers.”

“Like last year?”

Mom didn’t look at me when she answered. “Like last year. We went together. Just so you don’t have to ask, yes, Jamie went, too.”

In reply I asked, “Would Daddy have approved of what happened in the bedroom this year?”

Mom notably winced. I wasn’t sure if it was because she knew he wouldn’t approve, or because she now knew for sure that I had seen her with Mr. Meyer.

“We’ll talk about that later, too.”

Her answer made me nervous. Did she want time to come up with an answer I would be satisfied with?

******

The men fixed us a light breakfast to eat. I hadn’t watched the day before, but I was somewhat amazed at how easy it was to make toast without a toaster.

I sat next to Pam. We hadn’t talked much during the weekend. I suspected she had been busy with Mike like I had been busy with Peter. I had seen her at the Meyers’ party though. I wasn’t really pissed off anymore, but I just had to tease her a little about it.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“Pretty good. I could use a little more sleep, though. But I’m used to not getting much sleep while camping,” she responded with a sly grin.

“I’m surprised that your lower jaw still works,” I said, smiling.

She looked at me not comprehending.

“I mean, you had your mouth pretty full last night, chica,” I chuckled.

Suddenly it clicked and she knew that I had seen her at the party. And she also knew who had probably gotten me to the Meyers’ house.

“I am going to kill my little brother,” she said, blushing.

“Please don’t. I would have to kill you. And I would hate to lose a close friend.” I grabbed her and hugged her. “Was it fun?”

She didn’t answer me and just stared at the ground in front of her. She was obviously rather embarrassed. I didn’t pursue it any further. She was usually forthcoming with me, but I wondered if she’d been sworn to silence when it came to me. After all, I wasn’t even supposed to know about it, and Pam had been invited when I hadn’t. She could just be feeling awkward, though, since she knew I hadn’t been invited, but she had.

Changing the subject, she said, “I’m glad you and Peter are together. He deserves to have a cool girlfriend.”

“Thanks. He’s a great guy. We fit together so easily.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen just how well he fits into you,” she teased. I tickled her, which caused her to groan. She was obviously still recovering from the previous night.

******

After cleaning up, the adults told us we had some time to run around naked before we would have to start packing up to head home. We were to be back by 11:30 and help break down and load the equipment.

I remembered I needed to go see Mrs. Preston. I could only assume it was something about school. She had been really nice to me yesterday. I figured if I got on her good side now, I might have an easier time in her advanced algebra class.

Peter wanted to go for a walk though. I knew he wanted to take me somewhere we could be alone for a while. I wanted that too. So, I told him to wait for me at the canteen and we would finally go to the alcove where I could fuck his brains out before we had to get ready to leave.

When I got to the Prestons’ cabin, Mr. Preston was just getting ready to go into town with Jennifer and Derek. All three of them were dressed. It felt a little awkward being naked around them.

Jennifer tried to beg off going, but her parents insisted. I told her I would catch up with her later though.

After they left, I stood in front of her mother for a few moments waiting for what she had on her mind.

“Melissa, I’m glad you’ve been friends with Jennifer. She doesn’t easily trust people.”

I wasn’t expecting to be talking about Jennifer.

“Yesterday, I saw something though that I think we need to talk about.”

Oh shit.

“I saw you kissing my daughter.”

Yikes.

“Are you a pervert, Melissa?”

Oh, my God. I would have bolted from the house if my mind had been functioning.

“Uhh ...”

“It’s an easy question, dear. Are you a pervert?”

“No, ma’am,” I nervously replied.

“Then why did you put your tongue in my daughter’s mouth on the back steps yesterday?”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“You’re a girl, and she’s a girl. Why were you kissing her?”

“Don’t be mad at Jennifer ...” I started saying, before being interrupted.

“I’m not mad at my daughter, but I think you took advantage of her.”

I had no clue how to respond to that. Anything I could say would mean I would betray Jennifer’s trust.

“I guess I’m a pervert.”

“You guess?” she sternly asked.

Holy crap! This woman wasn’t happy with me!

“Uhhh ...”

“Are you a pervert?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I think you need to be punished for corrupting my daughter, don’t you?”

Punished?

“Answer me, you little pervert!”

“I dunno ...”

“Are you trying to turn my daughter into a lesbian?”

I kept my mouth shut.

“Nothing to say? Would you rather Jennifer gets punished?”

I so wanted to run out of the cabin, but I wasn’t sure if Jennifer would pay the price if I did.

“Don’t do anything to Jennifer, please?”

“So, you’re ready to be punished?”

I nodded my head squeamishly.

“Come over here and lay across my lap.”

What the fuck? Was she going to spank me?

“Hurry along. They’ll be back before too long.”

I cautiously lay across her lap. She then held a paddle in front of my face. Where did that come from?

“This is what I use with perverts.”

The next thing I felt was a smack against my left butt cheek.

*whack*

“Oww!” I exclaimed. That was followed by alternating smacks on both butt cheeks.

*whack* *whack*

“Ouch!” I yelled out. She didn’t seem to care that I was getting noisy.

*whack*

“Owwwww!” That one stung!

*Whack*

“Owie!” I exclaimed. Fuck! She was hitting me harder!

*WHACK*

“OWWWW!” I yelled out. “THAT HURTS!”

“It’s supposed to. It’s the only way to teach a pervert,” she stated, firmly.

*WHACK*

“FUCK!”

“Shut your dirty mouth, pervert!” she loudly scolded me, before really popping my butt good.

*WHACK*

“OWWWWWWWW!”

She then stopped and rubbed my ass cheeks for a few moments.

“Your butt is getting red,” she told me. “Have you learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I agonizingly replied. I tried to get up.

“I don’t think you have,” she said, pushing hard in the small of my back to keep me across her lap. She then followed with more smacks of the paddle. I just let out one long squeal as she whipped my little butt.

Tears were running down my cheeks. I was visibly wincing and moaning by the time she stopped. Then I felt her hand rubbing my butt again.

“You took your punishment like a big girl.”

My butt was still stinging as she rubbed me.

“I have something to help soothe the pain. I’m not sure a pervert like you deserves it, but you took your punishment well.”

I then felt her touching my pussy. Moments later, she had wiggled two fingers into me. She wanted to finger fuck me! What the hell?! And why was I wet? Was it a natural state for me now?

“You like that, don’t you, pervert?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. So I said nothing. I did moan though, and I was getting wetter. I couldn’t help it. Sometimes I think my pussy is wired to bypass my brain. It certainly isn’t connected to any critical thinking areas.

“Answer me, pervert!”

“I like your fingers in my pussy!” I exclaimed, quickly realizing a few fingers in my cooch felt a whole lot better than a paddle on my ass. I also knew I was now soaking wet. She knew I liked her fingers in my pussy. Even I could hear my pussy squishing.

“I thought you might,” she stated. “After all, you’re a pervert.”

She finger fucked me for a few minutes. She was really good at it, too. I went from one type of agony to another before she pulled her hand away, leaving me frustrated.

I then felt something soothing being rubbed into my butt cheeks. It took most of the stinging sensation away. Just when I thought she was about finished, she slipped a finger between my butt cheeks to touch my asshole. Before I knew it, she was pushing it inside.

“Oh, my Gawd!” I breathlessly whined.

“You like that too, don’t you?” she sternly asked, finger fucking my butt now.

“Yes, ma’am,” I more grunted than said it. She continued to probe my butt with her slippery finger. She was wiggling and even trying to curl it while inside me. I thought she was going to hurt me, but instead it felt good. After a few more minutes of checking my nonexistent prostate, she pulled her finger out.

“You can stand up now,” she instructed me.

She hadn’t made me cum and I wasn’t sure what she had next in mind.

I moved off her lap and took a step away from her, reaching back to rub my butt.

“If you kiss my daughter again, you’ll get more of that,” she sternly informed me. She then angrily asked, “Do you understand?”

My eyes went wide. This woman scared me! I never thought Jennifer’s mom could be this intimidating!

Then she winked at me. Holy fuck! What was this? Was she playing a game with me? I decided to find my backbone.

“What if I do more with Jennifer than kiss her?” I boldly asked, hoping it wasn’t going to get me another ass beating. I was still rubbing my butt.

She looked at me a bit angrily. Maybe she wasn’t playing a game!

“Then you will get a whole lot more than just a spanking.”

“What if I don’t let you?” I said, finally deciding I would stand up to her. I did glance back to make sure I had a clear path to the door for a quick escape, just in case my sudden brashness backfired.

“That would be a shame, little pervert,” she said, her expression softening. “Because I think you enjoyed what we just did as much as I did.”

I smiled wryly at her, “I plan on kissing Jennifer a lot.”

“I’ll have to see you regularly after school to make sure you get properly punished then,” she firmly stated, but she was smiling now.

She then reached out for my hand. I reached to let her take it, pulling me to her, and kissing my forehead.

“You better make an ‘A’ in my class, Melissa. Or I’ll really wear out your cute butt.”

“I’ll try,” I coyly replied.

“I’ve talked with enough teachers this summer to know you’re a terrific student,” she said in her normal voice. “I look forward to teaching you this year.”

“Jennifer says you’re cool.”

“I think you’re pretty cool too,” she said, softly squeezing my hand.

I asked her the obvious question, “How ... I mean, you took a big chance with me just now.”

“The spanking?”

“Well, yeah ... and fingering me.”

“I wasn’t taking much of a chance,” she slyly grinned. “Colleen thought you might enjoy playing a game with me.”

“Mrs. Clark told you?” I incredulously asked.

“Sure. I’ve seen you in action too ... Just like you’ve seen me and my husband.”

“Oh,” I simply said, suppressing an embarrassed grin while remembering Mrs. Clark had shown me the picture of the Prestons. She then surprised me further.

“Oh, and I know Jennifer is a lesbian,” she casually said. “I heard what you said to her as well. I’m glad she has you as a friend.”

“Sooooo ... you don’t mind if she and I ...”

“I don’t mind at all, dear.”

“Do you want to do more ... you know ... with me after today?” I subtly asked, wondering if she would do more than just spanking and fingering me.

“I would like that very much. And I am sure that Carl would also enjoy playing with you. And you with him. But only if you want to and I promise we’d do only things you like. And Jennifer can never know.”

I nodded. A bad feeling came over me momentarily though. She was asking me to keep a secret from Jennifer.

I then glanced at my butt. It wasn’t as red as I had expected, but it did have a pink tint to it.

“You can just say that you slipped and fell on your butt,” Mrs. Preston said.

“I’m meeting Peter at the canteen. Convincing him of that isn’t likely.”

“Tie your towel around your waist if you’re worried he’ll notice. I didn’t spank you hard enough to leave markings for very long. I’m quite skilled at what I do. I have a few people I regularly practice my craft with.”

“Mrs. Walcott?”

She just smiled. I started to throw out Julie’s name as well, but she was already smiling. I would hit her up about that sometime later.

“Mrs. Preston, I’m not really into butt whoopings and stuff.”

She chuckled, “I’m not just into ‘butt whoopings’, sweetie.”

I blushed while half-heartedly suppressing a grin.

“I’ve heard you’re very cute when you blush. Colleen was right.”

I was surprised Mrs. Clark had been saying so much about me to her. I decided to see what other sources she might have.

“What has Mrs. Rayner told you about me?”

She looked at me curiously. “A few things, but nothing I hadn’t already heard.”

“So, you’re really good friends with Mrs. Clark?”

She chuckled, which confused me. “Why don’t you just ask me what your mother has told me?”

I looked at her wide-eyed.

She laughed, “I know when I’m being taken on the long road to somewhere, sweetie.”

“What has she told you?”

“That you’re a beautiful intelligent girl, and that she loves you very much,” she kindly said, brushing my hair back with her hand. “And, that you probably wouldn’t like ‘butt whoopings’,” she added, chuckling.

I was mortified that she had been talking about me like that with Mom, but also strangely turned on as well. Gawd, I was too easy.

“But you went ahead with it anyways? Didn’t my mom tell you not to?”

She got very serious. “Melissa, your mom trusted me to not really hurt you. I gave her my word that I wouldn’t. And I am really good at this.” She looked at me for a second, letting her words sink in. Then she continued, “I had to try though. However, I think you’d rather give out ‘butt whoopings’. If you do, try not to bruise Jennifer’s ass.”

“She likes that?” I asked, amazed she would even mention her daughter like that.

“Who knows?” she replied, shrugging. “I never expected her to be a lesbian.”

She then hugged me and kissed my cheek. I was surprised she hadn’t tried to take even more liberties with me. I then figured she might be afraid her husband could show up anytime with Jennifer and Derek.

She looked at me closely, “Melissa, I trust you not to ever intentionally hurt Jennifer. I’ve read too many horror stories about young teens being bullied and harassed.”

“I couldn’t ever hurt her or anyone like that,” I stated. “Even if we ever got really mad at each other, I’d never do something that mean to her.”

“I didn’t think you would, but I had to say it. She is my daughter.”

“She’s my friend, and I’ll whoop some butts for her if I have to,” I said, smiling.

After a moment I said, “Mrs. Preston, you are right about me not enjoying getting my butt whooped. I’ve gotten a couple of spankings, I have enjoyed them. Whooping me with the paddle is a whole different thing, though.”

I paused. “Sex should be fun. It shouldn’t hurt.”

She spoke very softly as she took my hand. “I am awfully sorry then, Melissa, if I went too far. Will you forgive me?”

I smiled at her. “Yeah, just don’t do it again,” I insisted, giggling as well. “Your fingers in me felt great, though. And I won’t whoop Jennifer’s ass either.”

She chuckled at me, “We’ll see. Because I think you might make a great mistress some day.”

I wasn’t exactly sure what she actually meant by ‘mistress’, but she was smiling when she said it. So I figured it must not be a bad thing.

She added, “Some people enjoy a little pain with sex. Everyone has their own preferences. Some people like sex to be tender and gentle. Some like the exact opposite. More people like a little of everything. It just depends on the person. It’s why experimentation can be a very good thing ... to figure out your own boundaries.”

She had a good point. I had already discovered a lot about myself. I was sure I would discover many more things as well. Butt whooping wasn’t going to be one of them though. But in a weird way, I was glad she did it.

******

As I left to go hook up with Peter, the feeling I initially felt at the Preston’s cabin really began to hit me. Mrs. Preston had seduced me with my mom knowing, and she wanted me to keep it a secret from her daughter. This was me and Sarah all over again! And I didn’t like it one bit.

If Sarah and I hadn’t come clean with each other, I don’t think we would have stayed friends for much longer. Things were just getting good between me and Jennifer, even without the sex. I had always liked her as a friend. If Jennifer accidentally discovered I was having sex with her mom, I didn’t know how she would react.

I had a lot to think about. I was glad that Jennifer’s mom was okay with her being a lesbian. I suspected her father knew as well. I was certain Derek didn’t know, or he was doing a great acting job. Boys weren’t that good at acting when it came to sex though. His girlfriend was into girls. There’s no way he wouldn’t try to exploit that to at least see Julie with another girl. Or perhaps with his sister even?

I wasn’t quite sure how I would talk to Jennifer about all of this, but I knew I would. I wouldn’t let the adults put a barrier between me and my friends again.

******

Peter was waiting for me right where I expected him.

“Why do you have your towel wrapped around you?”

“We need to go talk ... among other things,” I said, as I grabbed his arm and headed off to the alcove at the lake. If nothing else happened today, I was going to fuck him there, even if we had an audience.

When we reached the alcove, I cautiously sat down on my towel. Fortunately, the stinging from the earlier spanking was gone.

“Mel, what happened to your butt?”

“This stays between the two of us, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Mrs. Preston gave me a spanking. And not with her hand, but with a wooden paddle.”

He looked at me surprised for a moment, and then he just said, “Oh.”

“’Oh’?” I asked him in bewilderment. “Just ‘Oh’?”

“She’s into that kind of thing. I thought it was just with grown-ups though.”

“What the fuck, Peter?”

“I accidentally saw her with Mrs. Walcott one day earlier this year. I was with Mom when she stopped by the Walcott’s house. Mom was supposed to pick something up. She told me to wait for her in the car. She’d been inside for about fifteen minutes, and I had to take a leak. So, I went inside.”

“Holy shit, Peter. What all did you see.”

“I went in the front door, but no one was around. So, I went to the hallway bathroom. When I came out, there was still no one around. But I heard some sounds that I figured were coming from the basement. I figured Mom was down there with Mrs. Walcott. I went down the basement stairs and saw Mrs. Preston in a leather type getup. Mrs. Walcott was like tied to this wooden thing. She was naked, but her eyes were covered with a blindfold and she had something in her mouth to keep her from making noise. Mrs. Preston was using a whip like thing on her butt and legs. Mom was watching. After watching for a minute, I figured I better get out of there.”

“So, no one saw you or knows you were there?”

“Nope.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

“Just you.”

I was proud of him for telling me.

“Mel, don’t tell anyone. I’m sure Jennifer and Derek have no idea what their mom likes to do.”

“I won’t. But I guess that sorta explains her spanking me.”

“Why did she spank you?”

“She says she saw me kissing Jennifer.”

“Oh shit.”

“It’s cool, Peter. She knows Jennifer is a lesbian. She’s okay with it.”

“So she spanked you for kissing Jennifer?” he asked, still puzzled.

“Well, she said she’d been talking with Mrs. Clark ... and my mother,” I said. “I guess she decided to try out a teen girl after they told her I’d probably be open to the idea. Not so much open to the spanking, but to fooling around.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Fool around ... other than the spanking?”

“She fingered my cooch and butthole,” I admitted, blushing.

“You’re cute when you blush.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “So, you don’t care that the mother of the lesbian that is in love with me spanked my ass, and then fingered my pussy and butthole?”

“I’ll admit that it’s a bit on the ‘unusual’ side of things.”

“I guess there’s nothing I could do that would shock you,” I said, flustered.

“Stay away from animals, and I’ll probably be cool with it.”

“So, you’re telling me to stay away from you?” I teased.

“You know what I mean.”

“Just for that, you’re going to have to fuck me like a dog.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of punishment?”

“Just shut up and fuck me before I whip your ass.”

“Decisions, decisions ...” he said, grinning.

“Peter!” I said in mock anger. I wanted to be fucked!

“Well, then, on your hands and knees, darling.”

I quickly grabbed his head and gave him a lusty kiss. I so liked it when he called me ‘darling’.

I dropped to the ground and got on my hands and knees. I was wet and when Peter got behind me I spread my knees to be more open for him. He slid into me easily. It felt so natural for his cock to be in my pussy. I grinned a little as I thought that his cock belonged to me and in my pussy.

“Fuck me, Peter, damn it!”

And fuck me he did ... hard and deep, his groin pushing hard against my butt. I could even feel his balls slapping against my clit. He couldn’t resist popping my butt cheeks as he did. I preferred that over the earlier kind with Jennifer’s mom.

I came hard just as Peter started to groan and spurt his cum into me. I had to bite my lower arm to keep from screaming out loud.

******

We were walking together back to the tents when Jennifer called out to us.

“Hi guys. I’ve been looking for you.”

“We were ... busy,” I said grinning.

“Figures,” she said, smiling back.

“Do you guys want to talk?” Peter asked. I planned to compliment his parents for raising such a perceptive son.

“Yeah, but you can stay if you want.”

“It’s cool. I’ll see you back at the campsite,” he told me. He then told Jennifer goodbye in case he didn’t see her again before we headed back home.

“This has been one crazy weekend,” Jennifer said. Gawd, if she only knew. “I wish we could hang out more today.”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“The usual ... Not much.”

“Do you want to spend the day with me?”

“Hells yeah! Where do you want to meet up at?”

“I was thinking we could hang out at my house to start with.”

“That’s cool. Your parents won’t mind?”

“Mom likes you. She won’t mind,” I said. “In fact, why don’t you see if you can spend the night?”

“I guess my parents will let me. They seemed to like you.”

“What’s not to like, chica?” I teased her.

“If my parents knew what we might be doing ...”

That sudden bad feeling hit me again. I didn’t want to keep secrets from this girl, especially about me and her parents. How could I tell her though?

“I doubt they will mind if you stay over with me. I can get Mom to call and talk to them if you want.”

“You’re so cool, Mel.”

I wondered if her parents could see how much she had changed over the past two days. She was absolutely glowing! She had someone she could be herself with for once. I was glad for her. I couldn’t imagine having to hide myself like she had been doing. I would have gone psycho killer on everyone.

“Jennifer, are you still cool with me letting a friend know about you?”

“Your friend who’s also into girls?”

I nodded.

“Are you trying to play matchmaker for me?” she grinned.

“Girl, I’ve been struggling with my own matchmaking. You’re on your own,” I said, giggling with her.

I walked her back to her cabin. She said they would start getting ready to leave soon as well. We talked some more about everything that had happened. I reassured her that I would be there for her no matter what, even if just as a close friend.

When she finally asked about my earlier talk with her mom, I said, “We talked about you. She’s glad that I’m your friend.”

“I’m glad you’re my friend,” she happily replied. “Did she talk about anything else?”

I thought quickly, and said, “She told me I better make A’s in her class, too ... or she’d have to punish me.”

“She likes to joke about whippings. She’d never do that.”

Gawd if she only knew!

I hadn’t told her everything, but it was all I could at that point. Fucking secrets!

Jennifer added, “I’m glad she likes you. It’ll make it easier for us to hang out.”

When we reached her cabin, she took my hand and pulled me along with her to the backyard. As soon as we rounded the back corner, she pulled me to her and deeply kissed me. She may not have been kissing long, but the girl knew how to leave me dazed.

“I love you, Melissa Livingston.”

I looked at her knowing I couldn’t say the same thing. She put her fingers against my lips. “I had to say it again, Mel. The first time I said it, I thought my world was going to crash around me. This time, I know I’m saying it to a true friend, someone who won’t hurt me.”

I started crying. She did too. I then kissed her just as passionately as she had kissed me.

We then started pulling ourselves together, wiping the tears from each other’s face.

“You still look like you’ve been crying,” I noted.

“I’ll just say I stubbed my toe,” she said, laughing.

“I could spank you,” I joked. I wasn’t sure why I kidded around about it, except now I was curious how she would reply.

She softly said, “I’d let you.” I looked at her wide-eyed. Seeing my reaction, she added, “I’m just kidding!”

I wasn’t so sure.

“Call me tomorrow morning after you talk to your parents,” I told her. She nodded. After a couple of quick kisses, I left.

******

When I got back to our camp sites, everyone was there helping to take the tents down and pack up. I realized I was the only one not helping. Other than stand in the way and look pretty, I wasn’t sure how I could help. Mom had all of our stuff packed into the car. Only the tent needed to be taken down.

“I left your clothes in the front seat.”

“Already tired of looking at me naked?”

“I’m not getting pulled over by the cops because my underage daughter is flashing everyone.”

“You’re no fun,” I teased, which got her chasing me.

I let her catch me. “Mom, I need to clean up a little before getting dressed.”

“I thought I smelled Peter,” she smirked.

“Gawd, Mom!” I embarrassingly whined.

“Be quick about it, sweetie,” she said to me with a smile.

I ran to the showers, finished in record time and dried off while walking back.

******

Before we started getting into the cars to leave, I walked over to Peter.

“Call me when you get home,” I told him. I then wrapped my arms around him and deeply kissed him in front of everyone, which of course generated a lot of comments. I didn’t care though. After breaking the kiss, we just smiled at each other.

Peter asked, “Can we go on another date soon?”

“I have a very full social calendar, but I’ll squeeze you in,” I teased.

“Oh, you will?”

“Sure. You’re now at the top of my list when it comes to gentleman callers,” I said in a really bad southern accent.

“I love you, Mel.”

“I love you, Peter.”

Then after a couple more quick kisses, we went to our cars.

“I mean it, Melissa. Put your clothes on.”

I rolled my eyes at Mom and started putting my top on. I had gone from being the last to take her clothes off in the beginning, to being last to put them back on!

As we drove down the path leading to the campground office, Jamie said, “Mom, you better stop so Mel can tell her real boyfriend goodbye.”

“Shut up, Jamie,” I growled. Fortunately, he did.

Mom looked over at me, but didn’t say anything. She had said we would talk later. I’m sure she didn’t want to talk about it in front of Jamie though.

******

It wasn’t long before Jamie settled into the backseat with his iPod. Mom seemed a little lost in her thoughts. So, I sat quietly watching the scenery for a while.

“Was it Peter that got you and Julie to spy on us last night?”

I looked at her wondering how she knew.

“Who told you?”

She then got a satisfied smile. I had been had. She pulled my own trick on me! She didn’t know anything for sure until I opened my big mouth.

“Pam mentioned that Peter might have since the two of them had spied on the party last year.”

“You went to Pam and asked her?” I asked, very annoyed.

“You were spying on her too.” She reminded me.

I couldn’t believe Pam had ratted us out! Especially her brother!

“Don’t be mad at Pam. I tricked her into admitting about the previous year.”

I had to give my mother credit. She was good, in a scary kinda way.

“You didn’t tell Julie’s parents, did you?”

“They deserved to know.”

“Gawd, Mom! Julie’s gonna be pissed at me now!”

“They weren’t upset with her. In fact, they weren’t surprised. They’re not going to say anything to her about it.”

I sat there pissed at myself for letting her trick me. Then Mom surprised me.

“Your father knew where I was last night, and what I would be doing. I had his blessing.”

I looked over at her. She glanced at me.

“On the way back from the showers, you asked if he would approve of what happened in the bedroom.”

I boldly stated, “You didn’t answer the question.”

“What part do you think he wouldn’t have approved of?”

“You guys were kissing like you were married or something.”

She noticeably sighed, and said, “So it was just the kissing that bothered you? Not the way he fucked me?”

“Mom, you guys looked like you’d been passionate lovers for a long time.”

She glanced over at me with an amused look, which caught me by surprise.

“Do you think I’m having an affair with him?”

“No ... but ...”

She started grinning.

“I’ve never cheated on your father. I don’t ever plan to either. Your father knows how passionate I can get while having sex.”

I looked at her skeptically.

“I’m serious, sweetie. There’s nothing wrong with kissing.”

“You were really into it though.”

“Okay then, would Peter approve of the way you were kissing Jennifer at the alcove Saturday?

“Huh?”

“Honey, you two were just as passionate as I’ve ever been when it comes to kissing.”

“So? Jennifer is a girl!”

“Regardless. Besides girls can be competition, too. So, would Peter approve?”

“He knows how I can get.”

“And your father knows how I can get as well. He’s seen me kiss others like that before. He knows I kiss people sometimes like that when he’s not around too. The key, sweetie, is that he knows. I don’t hide things from him. If he had a problem with it, he would tell me.”

“Peter knows,” I informed her.

“Good,” she said, reaching over to brush my hair with her hand.

“You know, kissing is part of the experience. It doesn’t mean you have feelings for the person, other than maybe friendship. It’s all part of the experience.”

“You two looked really friendly,” I said, smiling. I knew she was right though.

“I’ve known John and Erica for some time now. John is very much in love with her.”

“That’s cool then,” I said.

“Speaking of John,” Mom started. “He mentioned this morning that a few people saw what they thought was a faint light shining from the top of the old fire tower last night.”

Oh shit.

“Do you know anything about that?”

I turned my head to look out the side window so Mom couldn’t see my face. What we had done the previous night was incredibly stupid. We had been drinking and smoking weed in an old tower about eighty feet in the air. And then we had topped off the stupidity by having lights up there! Maybe we should have taken a flashing neon sign up there as well that said ‘Don’t pay any attention to us’.

Mr. Meyer was probably pissed. If one of us had gotten hurt, all hell would have broken loose. I really didn’t want Mom thinking I had done that. I should have been smarter than that.

I then answered her the only way I could without lying, “Last night? When I was at the Meyers’ house?”

Answering a question with a question was just like admitting guilt to Mom. Throwing in a little misdirection was just as bad. But other than invoking my right to not incriminate myself, which isn’t a right in Mom’s world, it was the best I could do. Lying would have just pissed her off.

“You were at the Meyers’ house the whole night?”

“I’m not sure how long we were there,” I said, prolonging the dance. I could only hope to tire her out. It had never worked before, but I was no quitter.

“No one was wearing a watch, huh?”

“Mine was locked in the car.” Which it was. I opened the glove box and pulled it out just for her benefit. I didn’t dare turn to look at her though. She knew how to read my face like a book.

She then said, “You know that would be a very dangerous thing to do, especially at night in the dark ... for whoever might have been involved. After all the structure may not be safe anymore.”

The dance was over. She was showing a slight sign of surrendering as well. A draw was the absolute best I could hope for. So, I nodded, keeping my mouth shut.

“Well, John checked it out this morning.”

I froze. I then heard a faint snort from the driver’s seat. Fuck! She had other moves to play. I was so screwed.

Mom continued, “He didn’t see any sign of someone having been up there. He figured it was just a reflection, or the lights from an airplane that they saw.”

I just kept my mouth closed and smiled. We both knew I had been busted though.

“Personally, I think it was a UFM.”

“A what?”

She cut her eyes at me smiling.

“Ha ha, Mom,” I exclaimed, exasperated. “An ‘Unidentified Flying Melissa’. That is so totally lame.”

“At least I’m not putting you on restriction.”

No fucking way! Who stole my old mother and left me with this ... cool mom? I did my best to suppress a smile. But it didn’t work. She just grinned at me.

“Remember our talk this morning? When I said you’d freely do things that seem adventurous, many times not thinking about consequences?”

I hated her being right all the time.

“Promise me you won’t do that again.”

“I promise.”

She looked at my hands. I immediately became offended, “You were looking to see if I had my fingers crossed!”

She just looked ahead at the road, not daring to let me see her face.

“It was fun though,” I blurted out, smirking a little. “Especially seeing you with Mike and Jamie with Mrs. Walcott from up top.

She blushed slightly and glanced over at me with the same smirk. I knew she would have been up in that tower as well when she was my age. She knew I knew, too.

“You’re just jealous it was me instead of you up there,” I playfully smirked.

She glanced over, “Maybe when I was thirteen ...”

“A UFA maybe?” I teased her ... which actually made her blush even more!

******

After sitting in silence for a few minutes, I decided it was probably safe to ask Mom more about Mr. Meyer. Maybe I could get her mind off of his fire tower, and on the tower between his legs.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Did it hurt when Mr. Meyer fucked you?”

“Probably the best word for it is ‘uncomfortable’. While a pussy can be very accommodating, there are other internal organs that take exception to being pushed around quite so abruptly. There’s not a whole lot of spare room down there. I’m sure you understand that by now. What is fun about it is the combination of getting pleasure and a little pain at the same time.”

“Yeah,” I admitted embarrassingly. “I don’t think I’d want one that big.”

“I think you’d love to try it.”

“Probably ... at least once ... or twice.”

“Or more,” she snickered. I just cut my eyes at her.

“Daddy doesn’t get jealous? I mean, Daddy isn’t small, but Mr. Meyer makes everyone look small.”

“I asked him once. He said he doesn’t, but I suspect he does get a little jealous sometimes. Men tend to be like that. It’s a bit of an ego thing ... much like boob size is for women. I think you probably have an understanding of that, too.”

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“I was your size when I was your age. I know the feeling,” she said. “John is very impressive compared to your father. Erica is very impressive compared to me.”

“Mom, you’re very impressive compared to me.”

“I’m not that big. You’ll catch up to me before long. You might even be bigger.”

“Yeah, right,” I said derisively. She just smiled, shaking her head at my more than obvious obsession with my not so impressive breasts. I wasn’t sure they even qualified as breasts yet. It’s like an amusement park ride where you have to be at least a certain height. I just knew I would never make it onto anything other than the little kiddie rides. Pam’s bigger boobs are probably what got her into the orgy the previous night more than anything else.

It totally sucks when a cute thirteen year old girl can’t even make it into an orgy with a bunch of perverts. At least I had a life goal to shoot for.

Mom continued while I had my own silent pity party, “Anyway, as impressive as John is, there is no way I’d want him pounding me with that thing all the time. It’s fun once in a while, but I’d much prefer someone the size of your father on a regular basis. It’s called having too much of a good thing. Size isn’t everything, but it does figure into things.”

“So you like Daddy’s the best?”

“I love your father’s cock. Not so much for the size, but for who it is attached to,” she proudly said.

“So cool,” I said. “You picked a great husband.”

“He’d love to hear that from you.”

“I doubt he would want to hear me compliment his cock,” I snorted, giggling.

“You can be so silly.”

“He is rather impressive ... for a Daddy,” I giggled silly-like, just to tease her.

Mom rolled her eyes at me, but then smiled, “Your father holds his own quite well compared to most other men. He fits me perfectly.”

I wasn’t expecting that as a reply to my silliness! It was the oddest conversation I had ever had with Mom. I loved it!

“I hope I’ll have a husband like yours,” I more seriously said.

“I hope so, too,” she said, reaching over to pat my leg.

******

After sitting quietly for a short time, Mom finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about what happened last night. I let things get out of control.”

“You mean in the tent?” I replied.

“That, and earlier.”

“At the party?”

“It started there. I let things go too far.”

I was surprised she was bringing that up. Something was obviously bothering her.

“With Mr. Meyer?”

“I shouldn’t have taken ecstasy. I let John give it to me. It hadn’t been a problem in the past with your father there. This time he wasn’t, but Jamie was there.”

“What about Jamie?”

“I should’ve stayed sober so I could keep an eye on him. Instead, I encouraged things to go further than they should have.”

“I saw you kissing Jamie. It looked like you thought he was someone else.”

“I could claim that, but it would be a lie.”

“You gave him something.”

“A Viagra.”

“Why?”

“For a stupid reason. He couldn’t seem to get an erection. I knew he had just cum though, but I didn’t want him to get embarrassed. I thought it would help him the rest of the night.”

“I’m sure Mrs. Meyer would’ve had him going again rather quickly.”

“Probably, but I wasn’t thinking clearly by then. That happens after drinking for a while,” she purposely said to me. I definitely got the message.

I then asked, “When you kissed Jamie like you were ...”

“I could tell you that I was just trying to get him aroused again, but it wasn’t my only motivation.”

“You stopped him from touching you though.”

“Only because I came to my senses ... at least for that moment.”

“Would you have done more with Jamie?”

“I don’t think so, but I was getting high. I’d just taken the ecstasy. I obviously wasn’t thinking like I should.”

“Is that why you licked my butt, fingered, and kissed me? Because of the same ‘motivation’ you had with Jamie?”

“I did it because I was still high,” she said, avoiding the actual question. I wasn’t letting her off that easy though.

“What if you hadn’t been high?”

“Then I wouldn’t have done it.”

“Does that mean you didn’t want to?”

She was stumped for a few moments. She knew I had cornered her.

“You’re gonna make a great mother some day,” she said, wryly smiling at me.

“I think you’re a great mother now.”

“I’m not so sure about that today.”

“Why?”

“High or not, I shouldn’t have done what I did with you or Jamie.”

“Did you hear me complain?”

“You were pissed off,” she reminded me.

“I was pissed off that I had to take care of a problem that started at something I was excluded from.”

“It wasn’t really a problem though.”

“He would’ve had to go to the hospital,” I reminded her.

“If he did have priapism, then it wouldn’t have mattered what you did,” she confessed.

“What are you saying?” I asked, puzzled why she was telling me all of that.

“I took advantage of you.”

“I could’ve said no.”

“No, you couldn’t have. You wouldn’t have let your brother become injured. I used your sisterly devotion against you. I also abused your trust in me.”

I should have been seriously pissed off. But she had just come clean with me without my having to push for the truth. She knew she was wrong, and she wasn’t trying to hide it from me now. Instead of getting angry at how she had abused my trust, I felt proud of her for being forthcoming with the truth. I may never have found out otherwise. But regardless, she didn’t know Jamie didn’t have a medical problem going on. Having me get him to cum at least confirmed he didn’t when he went soft afterwards.

“You didn’t know he didn’t have ... pecker-pism or whatever you called it.”

“I did know. I got him hard on the way back from John and Erica’s.”

I was stunned. What was she telling me? Just this morning when waking up she told me that I saved her ass. I didn’t get it yet.

“You got him hard again? How?”

“The way I started trying when you were watching us.”

“Kissing?”

“And stroking him too.”

Whoa. I had seen her stroking his cock in the tent after she spat on it to supposedly get his cock lubricated for me. This was a different thing.

“You didn’t stroke him though when I was watching at the orgy,” I reminded her.

“Only because Erica’s mouth was in the way.”

“He looked like he enjoyed kissing and touching you,” I noted. “I bet he liked what you did on the way back to the tent, too.”

She didn’t reply to that, so I asked, “What made you do that?”

“Jamie dared me.”

“And you just did it?” I incredulously asked.

She sheepishly nodded.

“What did he say when he dared you?”

“He dared me to do what I started to do when I gave him the Viagra.”

“So, you kissed and jerked him off out in the open?”

“No one could see us at the time ... not on the path leading from the house. I thought he would go soft before we got back to the tent.”

“Then why didn’t you finish him off?”

“I was afraid somebody might see us if I took too long.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“And when he wasn’t going soft?”

“Like I said, I took advantage of you,” she stated. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, my Gawd! You wanted to see us having sex? After you made out with him too!”

“Yes,” she embarrassingly replied.

“But I’m sure you have watched Jamie and me at home several times.”

Mom looked straight ahead and didn’t answer.

“And then you started licking me ...”

“I hadn’t specifically planned that, but I’d thought about it, and knew I might have the chance to do something.”

“And you took advantage of me.”

“Like I said, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

She glanced over at me with a wry smile.

She had admitted to purposely doing something sexual with me. And, it was a whole lot more than my just rutting against Daddy!

I then said, “It felt great.”

“I’m good at it,” she boldly told me.

I wasn’t sure what to say next. This was something I had to digest first. On the one hand I was really pissed because Mom had tricked me into having sex with Jamie in front of her. I wasn’t sure if the part about Jamie daring her was true. I would find out from Jamie when I would question him sometime during the next couple of days. On the other hand it had felt good when she had licked my asshole.

But I felt even better because Mom had done something sexual with me, something she may have done with Sarah in the past. Perhaps when Sarah was riding Daddy, fucking him.

And come to think about it, Sarah and I had taken advantage of Daddy. Who was I to throw stones?

“Mom, I love you,” I said softly. “Thanks for doing it with me.”

She looked at me totally surprised.

******

“I want to ask you something,” Mom stated. “Since we’re talking ...”

I was immediately apprehensive.

“Your father was taken advantage of a little over a week ago ... on the day of your first date with Peter.”

I knew she had to be fishing for information. There was no way Sarah would have ratted me out. I was certain Daddy told Mom everything he knew ... at least based on what Sarah had said to him during the blindfold game.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just going to ask you straight out. Were you in the bedroom with Sarah when your father was blindfolded?”

I hesitated answering. It was an obvious one. So I just said, “Yes, ma’am.”

She was quiet for several minutes. I kept waiting for her to rip into me. She had to know I didn’t just watch. I had obviously stepped over the line. But then, she had licked my ass.

“I’m sorry,” I said, thinking that was the best thing to do at the time. I had taken advantaged of Daddy, just like she had done with me.

She then said, “Remember what I said the night you told me you’d done nothing wrong with your father on the couch?”

“Are you going to throw stones at me?” I boldly asked her in reply. “After what you did with me and Jamie last night?”

I couldn’t believe she was going to confront me with that! I had several big stones to throw if she was going to berate me about Daddy’s blindfold game. We would both come out of this losers.

“No, I’m not going to throw stones,” she plainly said. “We both went too far. Am I right?”

The way she said it wasn’t confrontational at all. It was actually friendly the way she asked.

“Am I right?” she asked again, still not sounding like she was mad or anything though.

I nodded. I then looked at her closely to see if she was pissed. If she was, I was going to lay into her about what I was sure she and Daddy had done with me at the blindfold game the very next day. She continued to surprise me though, and even beat me to my own punch.

“Your father and I went too far with you.”

“The next day at the Clarks?”

It was her turn to nod.

“So, that was Daddy rubbing on me?”

She winced as she said, “It was more me rubbing him on you.”

I couldn’t believe she just came out and admitted it to me. I didn’t even have to ask! I felt like I was in some kind of an alternate universe. Whatever it was, I hoped it wouldn’t stop.

“Something else I want you to know, Melissa.” It was my mother talking again. “Do you know why the game stopped even though you didn’t say the safe word?”

I looked at her surprised.

“I stopped it, Melissa. I stopped it because you were starting to fret. So I put an immediate stop to it.”

She then added softly, “As I said before, I have always watched out for you. I wanted you to have fun, but not get hurt.”

I was floored. The longer I talked to her the more I was beginning to see Mom in a completely different light. I was at a loss for words. “Thanks, Mom,” was all I could get out.

I thought for a moment, I didn’t want the conversation to stop.

“Mom, do you think you did anything wrong with me last night?”

She took a deep breath, “I can’t answer that until you answer this - Do you think I did anything wrong with you last night?”

“You called me ‘Mel’ last night. It was the first time ever,” I noted. I started to grin as I said, “If licking my butthole brought that on, then I think you did absolutely nothing wrong.”

“I distinctly remember saying ‘Mel’ BEFORE I licked your butthole,” she tried to say without smiling. She failed.

“You were drunk and high. You weren’t thinking straight” I playfully shot back.

“I knew what I was doing,” she calmly replied.

“I figured you were doing what you wanted to do,” I said approvingly.

She paused for a few seconds, “Seriously ... Mel,” she started. “Did I do anything wrong last night with you?”

“No,” I quickly told her. ”I would’ve said something then if you had.”

“Mel, did you fuck your father during the blindfold game with Sarah?”

She distinctively called me ‘Mel’ again. She wanted to talk as friends.

“Only Sarah did,” I said. “I thought about it though, but I knew I’d already gone too far.”

“Then whatever else you did, I’m okay with it,” she said. “But, Melissa, don’t go any further with your games with him.”

She distinctively said ‘Melissa’. I was quickly learning her code. It was obvious to both of us that our talks were always going to be complicated to some degree.

“Mom?” I said timidly. “Even with me sucking his cock for a minute before Sarah fucked him? Even with me sucking him clean after he fucked Sarah?”

She thought for a moment. Her jaw was set firmly. She was pissed. I watched her guardedly. I felt the atmosphere suddenly grow very tense. She clearly hadn’t known the details of what Sarah and I had done to Daddy.

“Melissa,” her voice was very dry. “Thanks for being honest with me. So I am giving you a free pass on this one. But I am giving you a good piece of advice as your Mom and as your friend.” She gave me a quick sideways glance. Her eyes were hard.

“Before you have sex with a married man, don’t assume but make sure his wife is really okay with it. And I mean really before. Even before you get naked. Or get him hard. Or whatever.”

“Because a jealous wife can get you killed?” I asked her anxiously.

“Or get you beaten up, cut up, or otherwise make you wish she had killed you.”

She swallowed hard. “And Melissa,” she paused for a second, “I will give you hell like you have never pictured hell before if I find out that your father’s cock has been in your pussy or in your ass. And don’t even wonder if I mean it. Because I do.”

I looked at her. Her lips were tightly pressed against each other.

“Your father and I tell each other everything. That is the basis of our trust in each other. And that is the basis of our love - complete openness and trust in each other - even if we have fucked up. So I will know right away if it happened.”

“So you are giving me holy hell, but not Daddy?” I said petulantly.

“Exactly right. Because I know that guys have a hard time thinking straight with a young pretty naked girl in their lap rubbing against their dick. And because I know that your father is not trying to have sex with you.

She momentarily paused, “Honey, you are your father’s darling daughter. It’s hard for him to tell you no about anything. You can be very persuasive when it comes to him.”

I knew she was right. I had used my nakedness as a ruse just last night to get Jennifer and Derek to join us.

“Promise that you will not fuck your daddy, Melissa?” Mom asked very insistently. “Promise me as your mother ... and friend.”

“I promise, Mom, and I promise, Andrea.”

“Thanks, Melissa and Mel, I appreciate that.” Mom smiled at me.

“Mom, when you were ... on the way back to the tent ... did you do anything else with Jamie?”

“I tried to get his cock down by jerking him off until he came, but it wasn’t working. He wasn’t going to cum so easily after cumming so many times earlier,” she said, and then paused momentarily. “I went no further than the line I’m now drawing for you and your father.”

We were both deep in thought. I couldn’t believe she so easily admitted to going beyond just touching with Jamie. There was one more thing I needed to find out.

“What about you and me ... as friends? You know, the things we did in the shower ... and what you did with me last night?” I asked her softly.

I could see her debating how to answer.

“Melissa, you have grown up so fast since summer vacation started. That has meant a lot of adjusting for me, too.” She paused.

“Mel, I am not sure how Andrea feels about doing things with you when she is sober. I need some time to think about it. Will you please give me that time? Right now I would like it very much if we would just talk and share with each other. No matter if I am talking to Melissa or Mel.”

She hesitated before continuing. “I am not making any promises. Let’s just see how things develop. Can you be okay with that?”

Suddenly she gave a short chuckle. “Plus when I think about it, Mel doesn’t suffer from a lack of male and female partners interested in having sex with her.”

I blushed. “It’s not because I need another partner ...”

Mom interrupted me. “I know, Mel. I had fun in the shower with you yesterday ... and last night in the tent ... licking your butthole.”

“And fingering my pussy?” I boldly asked.

“Yeah ...”

“And kissing me deeply ... playing with my breast?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re a great kisser,” she replied.

“So you didn’t like playing with my teenie tiny boobie?” I playfully pouted.

“Oh, Gawd, Mel. You have so got to get over your breast size!” she shot back.

I turned sideways so that I was facing her better. We looked at each other momentarily with the same slight grins before she looked back at the road. Her grin was similar to the one she had given me when I had asked her if she wanted me to leave my bedroom door open so she could spy on me and Peter the night of our first date. It was amazing how much we could say to each other with just a quick glance.

She then looked back at me. I turned in my seat to look back at Jamie, and then again at Mom. She still had that slight grin. My mother had sucked her son’s cock. We both knew she had. I turned back in my seat and stared ahead, smiling. She reached over and brushed her hand through my hair, and left her hand on my shoulder.

“Andrea?”

“Yes?” she replied, sounding a little surprised I had used her name.

“Why did Jamie’s dick taste like it had been stuck in a swamp full of cum?”

She embarrassingly said, “I thought you might wonder why his cock tasted so clean after I ... well, you know. So I used what I had available.”

I looked at her wide-eyed. Had she let him fuck her? Had she already crossed that line with her son? But she interrupted me before I could reply, “I used my hand to get it on his cock, Mel.”

She had an apologetic look. I looked ahead at the road, not sure whether to be upset or admire her ingenuity.

I turned to look at her again, both of us smiling at the other. We actually were talking like I had always wanted. Not just as mother and daughter, but as best friends.

The wall between us was suddenly gone. I decided to take advantage of it.

******

“Mom, I’m glad that you were Peter’s first.”

She blushed. She was still getting used to being so open with me.

I then added, “Thanks for taking good care of him last year.”

I put my hand on her shoulder. “I mean it, Mom.”

She didn’t immediately say anything and just looked straight ahead at the road in front of us.

“Sounds like you and Peter have talked a lot,” she finally said.

“We have ... about a lot of things,” I said.

I paused for a few moments before pushing things further. With my hand still on her shoulder I continued to look at her.

“Thanks for being there with Peter during my first blindfold game,” I softly said. I waited a few second. Before she could say anything I told her, “I love you so much, Mom!”

We were both quiet. Mom was clearly outside her comfort zone. She couldn’t be sure what all I knew anymore. She knew both Peter and Sarah were talking about things with me, but she didn’t know how much they had told me.

Also, this involved not only her, but my now boyfriend. She finally cleared her throat and said barely audible, “I had to be there, I wanted to be sure you were okay with everything. And it looked like you were. Otherwise I would have put a stop to things.”

“I’m glad you let Peter lick and finger my pussy.”

Mom shook her head. “Oh shit, sounds like Peter isn’t keeping secrets anymore. You guys really talked, didn’t you?”

“Peter and I are a couple. What sense is there in being a couple if we cannot talk about everything. You and Daddy do, too.”

Mom grinned. “You don’t know how hard he fought his mom. He wanted to screw you so bad.” Then she asked me, “When did he tell you?”

“He told me when we were fucking last night. He even told me that you were sucking Mr. Clark to get him ready to fuck me.”

Mom blushed again. “Bob was so ready. I didn’t have to do much.”

I smiled at her. “I had a super orgasm imagining that. Peter had to cover my mouth or the entire campground would have come running to see who got killed.”

Mom laughed. “You are so bad, little one.”

“Look who’s talking about being bad,” I grinned. “After my blindfold game you took Peter home with you and wore him out while watching the video of it three times.”

She blushed, “You don’t seem to mind that your boyfriend and I are so well acquainted.”

“I don’t mind. It just means I have someone to compare notes with,” I smiled sweetly at her.

“The poor boy never had a chance.”

“That’s what he gets for hooking up with us Livingston girls,” I grinned. “Somehow though, I just don’t think he minds at all.”

“If he’s smart, he won’t,” she said, grinning back at me. “But how do you feel about sharing Peter with me?”

“It’s okay with me. We agreed that the adults were cool to keep playing with, and select friends.”

“I’m a little surprised. Most girls your age would go ballistic over the idea of sharing their boyfriend with others,” she said. “But then, you’re not like most girls ... in a very cool way.”

Mom looked straight ahead. She had a satisfied look to her. I think she was seriously beginning to like having a daughter just like her.

“Do you think we could do him together some time?” I asked, more to shock her, but also curious how she would answer.

Mom shook her head. “Melissa, really now.”

I grinned. She did shake her head, but her words were anything but a no.

“His birthday is this week ...”

“You really are serious?”

“Sure.”

“I need to think about that,” she replied. I saw the answer in her eyes, but she was obviously concerned about something. I could easily guess that something was me.

******

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Is this how you and Sarah talk?”

She didn’t reply at first. I knew I was catching her off guard. We had talked enough about it earlier that morning that I thought she would be ready to talk about her more.

“You and Sarah aren’t keeping secrets from each other like you used to.”

“She’s my best friend,” I stated. “I like to think I’m her best friend as well.”

“You are,” she confidently stated. “You two remind me so much of when Colleen and I were growing up.”

“I can tell from the way she talks that the two of you have always been best friends.”

“I hope that happens with you and Sarah,” she replied. “Sarah is a great girl, just like her friend, Mel.”

She left me speechless for a short time. Then she said, “This is how Sarah and I talk.”

“Cool,” I sat back, smiling to myself.

She then added, “You don’t have to be jealous of her.”

“I’m not ... at least not anymore,” I happily told her.

She smiled at me, and then said, “There’s something Sarah and I share in common though that you don’t.”

“Yeah?”

“Neither one of us has a sibling.”

I scrunched my face as I thought about that.

“You have something I never did - a brother to grow up with. I’m not sure you know just how fortunate you are. I would’ve loved having an older brother ... or sister.”

She paused for a minute. “And not just because it might have been fun to have had sex with him or her.”

“I always thought Mrs. Clark was your sister.”

“In a big way, we were like sisters. But it’s not the same,” she said. “You and Jamie have a tie that can’t ever be broken. You’ll always be sister and brother.”

I thought about that for a few moments. She was right. I was very lucky.

“Mom, you don’t have to be jealous of Mrs. Clark or Mrs. Thomas either.

“Cool,” she replied, affectionately mocking me. I smiled at her while shaking my head and rolling my eyes.

I then said, “I guess you guys really liked watching me and Sarah.”

“Who wouldn’t?” she seriously asked. “You both are beautiful and very sexual girls.”

“I wish I could watch you like you’ve watched me.”

“We could find some ways ...” she teased.

“Like the webcam you and Daddy used to watch me, Jamie, and Sarah with?” I asked, beaming at her.

She quickly turned to look at me. Her mouth started to open, but then she couldn’t seem to find the words to respond with. I think it was then that it dawned on her that she was busted, as far as the webcam was concerned.

“That’s one way, I suppose,” she finally said, blushing. Watching her blush was usually a rare treat for me, but not today! She then asked, “How did you find out?”

I then told her about standing off to the side and checking out the webcam software they were using before I turned the power strip off, ‘pulling the plug’ on their show because of low ratings. She pretended to be insulted at my critique of their ‘after show’ performance.

“Seriously, Mom. You were giving Daddy a world class blowjob, and all Daddy did was chat with Mr. Clark.”

“Okay, so ... it wasn’t one of our best moments,” she conceded.

“It’s cool. I’m just fucking with you. But, I think it would be cool sometime to spy on you while you were with someone.”

“Oh, you think so, huh?”

“Sure. You and Daddy obviously had fun spying on us.”

“You put on a great show, but you knew you were performing for an audience,” she replied.

“Yeah, but I thought it was just the Clarks at the time.”

“I should’ve known you’d do your own investigation.”

“When did you guys start webcamming?”

“Your father bought ours earlier this month.”

“Do you and Daddy use it very much?”

“Not very often. Hopefully when your father’s job settles down some, we’ll have more time to play on it.”

“Can I use it some time?”

“Uh, well, we’ll see. Remember, you are thirteen, and anything you do involving nudity or sex would be very illegal if discovered.”

“Too young again,” I feigned frustration.

“I’ll help you set something up ... with someone we can all trust.”

“You’re pretty cool, Mom.”

“You’re not so bad, either,” she replied.

“But I’ll have a really cool nickname, unlike some parents I know,” I playfully berated her.

“Are you making fun of our nickname?”

“Mother, really. ‘CamCouple’?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She knew it was a dorky nickname. She just smiled at me.

“And the Clarks weren’t any better with ‘NudeAtHome’. And the Walcott’s lame - ‘NaughtyTeachers’,” I said, snickering.

“Those were rather ... bad,” she admitted.

I had a quick thought. It was a feeling I thought I should just go with. I immediately decided there wasn’t going to be a better time to do this. We had never talked like this before. Never. So, I went for it, not even considering the consequences.

“You should’ve used ‘Cara Cream’,” I said. “We could come up with a cool name for Daddy.”

I looked toward Mom. She had a horrified look on her face. She then quickly turned her head to look back at Jamie. He was still plugged into his iPod. From that reaction alone, I figured that Jamie didn’t know anything. She quickly looked back at the road, not saying anything.

“Mom?” I carefully called to her.

She turned to look at me. A tear was running down her cheek. She was still speechless though. Oh shit.

“Mrs. Thomas told me,” I said, to break the silence.

“What did she tell you?” she asked, almost crying.

“She told me everything about the ...” I paused, glancing back at Jamie for a moment. “... the movies you did. She told me about herself, too.”

She reached up to wipe away the tears that were now coming from both eyes.

“Mom, it’s okay. No one else knows!” I quickly said, trying to calm her down. I knew she would be surprised I was aware of her alter ego, but I hadn’t expected her to freak out like that.

“No one?” she struggled to ask.

“I swear, no one else knows.”

She turned back to look at the road. I got her a tissue out of her purse and handed it to her.

“It’s cool, Mom. Don’t be upset. I’m cool with it.”

She took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure, “We’re almost home. I want to talk to you alone after we get there.”

I reached over and put my hand on her leg, trying to reassure her I wasn’t upset about her past. However, I knew she felt very haunted by it right then.

(continued in chapter 33)