Author: Pookie Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 37) Part: Chapter 37 Universe: Home Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother. Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, mF, FF, ff, Ff, Mult, cons, Lolita, bi, wife, inc, mother, son, bro, sis, fath, dau, span, lght, swing, group, 1st, oral, mastrb, toys, creampie, exhib, voy, teach, nud, teen Revision: 1.00 Archive: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Pookie/MelissaSecrets Mailing List: ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Pookie (pookie_grrl@hotmail.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright © 2002-2012 Pookie. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Melissa’s Secrets By Pookie Chapter 37 The next morning, Mom came into my bedroom to wake us up. She was still naked as she sat on my bed caressing my head. “Good morning, you two sleeping beauties. Did you sleep well? You sure look comfy together!" I was lying on my back. Jennifer was lying on her side and practically on top of me. Her head rested on my shoulder. Her arm was draped down my body with her hand cupping my pussy. My legs were spread some and one was between hers, with her pussy pressed tightly against it. Her top leg was wrapped around mine as if to hold it in place. I stretched a little before I realized how we looked. Jennifer woke up forgetting where and how she was lying at first. Then she glanced down and realized Mom could see exactly what she had been doing to me. She quickly pulled her hand back and moved away a little from me. It was totally obvious she had been fucking my thigh while playing with my pussy. I didn’t remember it. I had apparently been too sound asleep after sucking off Jamie and Daddy. But she must have awaken horny sometime after that and gotten herself off rubbing against me. Jennifer blushed. I shamelessly answered Mom. "We had a great night, very exciting." Mom gave me just a hint of a smirk, before asking Jennifer,” “Did you have fun as well?” She took a minute before she squeamishly answered. “You don’t mind what we did last night?” Mom caressed the top of Jennifer’s head. “Why should I mind?” Jennifer blurted out, “Because it’s not normal!” “What would be normal, Jennifer?” “A boy and a girl doing it with each other.” “I see,” Mom said kinda thoughtfully. “Jennifer, throughout history people have defined and redefined what is normal based on their own biases and more often on ignorance. For some, sex before marriage isn’t normal, masturbation isn’t normal - it’ll make you go blind or grow hair on your palms.” Jennifer and I both grinned. “Some say oral and anal sex isn’t normal, and that you shouldn’t have sex for reasons other than making babies. Others say you shouldn’t do it with the lights on, and so on. Understand what I’m getting at?” “I think so.” “Sweetie, don’t let people define you. You define yourself. Be proud of who you are. You’re as normal as anyone else. There have been lesbians around for thousands of years. It seems quite ‘normal’ to be a lesbian then, doesn’t it?” “But kids at school ... if they found out ...” “I know, and I didn’t mean for you to advertise it. And it’s tough for anyone to get through life alone. That’s why you surround yourself with friends like Mel. And things will get better as you get older. But believe me, life is never going to be an easy road to travel. Even if you are ‘normal’.” Jennifer looked down and answered very softly, “Besides Mel, I don’t know any other ...” “Jennifer, I like to make love to men and women. I’m bisexual just like my daughter.” Jennifer’s head jerked up. Her mouth hung open in surprise. “But, you’re married!” “Getting married to a man doesn’t mean I stopped being attracted to women. It’s not an on/off switch. Heck, I’m still attracted to other handsome men even though I have a very handsome husband in my bed most every night. Do you understand what I’m saying?” “Yeah, I just never expected you to be into women,” Jennifer replied, still surprised by what Mom admitted. But she also seemed excited that she had yet another friend who understood her. “If they’re attractive, I am,” Mom smiled. We both grinned with her. “Do you have any questions you’d like to ask me?” Mom asked her. “When did you know?” “When I was about your age. It took me some time to figure my feelings out, several years in fact.” “I’ve heard some people say that gays and lesbians are just hurting themselves and others.” “Then let me ask you something else,” Mom said. “Did you hurt my daughter last night?” “No!” Jennifer almost yelled. “Did she hurt you?” “Definitely not!” “Did you make her feel good?” “I think so,” Jennifer whispered hesitantly, blushing. Hell, I was blushing. “Did she make you feel good last night?” Jennifer nodded. “Melissa made me feel very good.” “You’re both happy with what happened?” She nodded, and I made a show of nodding. Mom scrunched her lips at me, trying not to laugh. “Isn’t that what should be ‘normal’? Two people enjoying each other? With no one getting hurt?” “A lot of people don’t think so,” she answered petulantly. “But I do, and so do some other people that I know. I saw you Saturday making love to Melissa in the alcove by the lake. You looked beautiful together. And you did last night, too.” Jennifer turned crimson again. “Did you watch us last night?” “Yes, sweetie, I did. And again you two looked absolutely beautiful the way you were making love to each other. It made me, and my husband, feel good that you were enjoying each other like that.” “Mr. Livingston watched us, too?” Jennifer was incredulous and looked at Mom wide-eyed. “He thought you two were beautiful together.” After a second Jennifer said, “I wish my mom would talk to me like that.” “Have you tried talking to her, sweetie?” “No, she wouldn’t understand.” “You’d be surprised what moms understand.” “But I couldn’t just tell her how I feel about girls!” She sounded almost panicked. “Why not?” Mom was still speaking very gently to Jennifer. “I dunno ... She and Dad would freak out because I’m not ...” “Normal?” “Yeah.” “Have you ever talked to her about a boyfriend or a girlfriend?” “No!” “So perhaps your mom didn’t want to embarrass you by assuming something, and then saying the wrong thing. Isn’t that a possibility?” “I don’t know.” Jennifer seemed deep in thought. “You see, Jennifer, sometimes it’s very hard for a mother, or father for that matter, to talk to their children about such intimate things as sex. It was hard for me to know when Melissa was ready to talk with me about sex. And we needed a trusted friend to help us to communicate.” “For real?” “Yup,” I got in on their conversation. “Things had gotten really bad between Mom and me. A good friend got us talking. She helped to break the ice between Mom and me. And that wasn’t too long ago either.” Mom waited for a moment before asking, “Jennifer, do you trust me?” Her answer came rather reluctantly. “Melissa said you wouldn’t do anything that would hurt me. I think I trust you.” “You can think about it some more, sweetie, if you’re not sure. I understand your hesitation. We don’t know each other all that well yet,” Mom said very softly. She continued to gently stroke Jennifer’s hair, with me in between them. “But if you would like me to, and if you trust me, I would like to be your friend to help you and your mom to start talking about you being a lesbian.” Jennifer was choking up and answered in a small voice. “That would be a big step for me, confessing that to my parents. They might be disappointed that I’m ...” “Not ‘normal’?” Mom smiled at her. “Perhaps your parents already suspect that you like girls. And perhaps they are cool with it because you’re their daughter and they love you very much. Think about it, Jennifer, and you can let me know anytime if you want me to help you talk to your parents.” “Thanks, Mrs. Livingston. I appreciate it, and I will think about it.” “Good. Now let’s wake up Jamie and get breakfast rolling.” Jennifer and I went into the bathroom to pee and wash our faces and then went downstairs. She still looked a bit freaked out, but also deep in thought. “You okay?” I asked her. “Yeah. I wasn’t expecting that ...” “Mom does all kinds of unexpected things. You’ll get used to it.” “You do too, you know. “Yeah! Isn’t it cool!” I beamed. She rolled her eyes at me. “But ...” she said, and then paused. “But what?” “Your Mom is so cool, you know. The way she talks to me. I was beginning to feel that I’m not such a freak after all.” “Mom’s pretty cool, for a mom. And I know you can really trust her. She’d get you talking to your mom.” “I bet you’d like to be there when she does, wouldn’t you?” I grinned, “Well, I’ve never been to a lesbian outing.” She slapped my butt. I playfully yelped. She giggled with me as we left the bathroom and headed downstairs. ****** On the way to the kitchen, I stopped to call someone special on his special day. “Good morning, birthday boy. And Happy Birthday to you!” “Boy?” Peter replied, feigning indignation. Was ‘boy’ the only thing he heard? Sheesh. Guys can be so sensitive sometimes. “Okay, birthday man,” I corrected myself. “How’s your birthday going?” “I had a special wakeup.” “Yeah?” “I think Mom wanted to re-enact my birth.” “How’d that turn out?” I giggled. “Well, only a part of me made it back into her. I didn’t quite reach into her uterus.” I was surprised he knew that much about female anatomy! “Don’t worry. You’ve still got some growing years ahead of you,” I snickered. ‘Ha ha. You’re supposed to be nice to me on my birthday.” “I’ll be extra special nice to you later. I get to rag you for now though.” “Figures.” “You know I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t love you.” “I love you, too. And I’m just fucking with you, Mel.” “Tonight, you definitely will be,” I seriously told him. “I wish you were here now. You can’t come over?” “Later. I’ve got some things I need to do first today. You’ll be glad you waited on me,” I sweetly told him. After some kissy kissy noises between us, I hung up and went to join Jennifer and Mom. ****** Mom was already busy in the kitchen. Jamie joined us a few minutes later. Mom put everybody to work as she fixed ham and cheese omelets. Mom was breaking the eggs, I cut up the ham and the cheese, Jennifer worked the toaster, and Jamie set the table. We were just finishing our breakfast when Sarah came over. With Jennifer there she didn’t dare to kiss Mom like she had yesterday. “Good morning, Mrs. Livingston.” I fought hard to keep from cracking up about her being so formal. But she was right to act that way. Smart girl, I thought. “And a good morning to you, Sarah.” Mom kept a straight face. Sarah went over to Jamie. “Hi sweetie,” she said, kissing him. “Hi Melissa and Jennifer,” she smiled sweetly at us. She sat down next to Jamie. Mom asked her, “Can I get you anything, Sarah?” “Some juice would be fine.” I got up to get a glass for her and poured the juice. We made some small talk and finished eating. “Go ahead, kids, head on upstairs, I’ll take care of the dishes,” Mom said. She winked at me. “Jamie, your father asked that you cut the grass this morning. So please get dressed and start on it right away.” “Oh, Mom,” he groaned. “No groaning and moaning, Mr. Livingston Junior,” she admonished him. “I let you slip away to Sarah’s house yesterday morning. And I had to call to get you back here. So this morning it’s time to do some chores around here. I will be gone with Mel a couple of hours around lunch time. You’ll have time to do what you want to do then. So get with it.” “Okay, okay. I’ll get dressed,” Jamie huffed. I mouthed ‘thank you’ to Mom. ****** We all headed upstairs. As we got to my bedroom, Jamie grabbed my arm. “Can I talk to you for a sec, Mel?” he whispered. I waved to Sarah and Jennifer to go to my room and I went down the hallway with him. He grinned at me. “Wasn’t that hot what Mom and Dad did with us last night?” I started grinning, too. “Yeah. So who was licking my butthole and my pussy?” “Honestly, I’m not sure who did what. They both had their faces right at your butt. I figured they both were licking you all over.” “I wish I could’ve seen it from where you were,” I smiled, biting my bottom lip. I then asked him, “Was that the first time Mom sucked you until you came?” “Yeah. I wasn’t sure if she would ... especially swallowing my splooge.” Splooge? Why do guys have all the cool names for their juices? Girl juices weren’t nearly as sticky and messy. Just cause guys can blast cum across a room doesn’t mean they should be considered so special. “She told me she sucked you at the campground Saturday night, but couldn’t get you to cum. Was last night the second time she did it with you?” “Yeah, but there has been one other time.” “When?” I asked expectantly. “This morning when she came in my room and woke me up ...” “And?” I asked, urging him on. “Standing beside my bed, she grabbed my morning boner and stroked it a few times. Then she leaned down and took it in her mouth, sucking it for a short time. She pulled her mouth away and said it tasted pretty good, and for me to keep it clean in case someone wanted to do something with it. She then leaned down again and sucked on it a few more times before she stood straight again and said ‘like that’.” “For real?” I incredulously asked. He nodded. “She said you weren’t too happy about how it tasted Saturday night.” Holy fuck. “Then what happened?” I asked. “She turned and left the room, leaving me with my boner stuck up in the air, harder than before, if possible. I had to jerk off before I could come downstairs.” I stood there glaring at him. I knew last night she was horny as fuck, but was she still that horny this morning that she couldn’t resist teasing Jamie? Then he changed the subject to something else. “Remember the fun we had when you set me up with Pam?” he asked excitedly. “Yeah. And?” I asked in reply, unsure of where this was leading. “Could be a lot of fun if you set things up with Jennifer.” He had a crooked grin on his face and looked at me expectantly. No way this was happening. But I knew I had to be careful how I shut down my horny brother. “Jennifer may not care to do anything like that.” “You won’t know until you ask,” he said, with that same grin. What was I? Some kind of pimp? “Why are you asking me? Your GIRLFRIEND is right in my bedroom.” “I was hoping you could talk Sarah into it.” “Nuh uh,” I replied, sternly shaking my head. “That’s between the two of you.” “Fuck,” he said in exasperation. “Jamie, you and Sarah need to start really talking about what you both want. I know she loves you, but she’s also nervous about you being with other girls, especially when she isn’t around.” “Tell me about it,” he huffed. “No, you tell HER about it.” “I don’t want to piss her off.” “Dammit, Jamie. She’s pretty open-minded about a lot of stuff. Just talk to her.” “I’m afraid she’ll break up with me.” Whoa. My brother really is in love. “Talk to her,” I added softly. “I’ll play referee if I have to. But I’m not going to do what you should be doing.” “So, why does Peter let you have sex with others?” “We have ground rules. We agreed on who we can have sex with. The idea of him having sex with others isn’t so easy for me as you may think. I’m sure he has the same concerns about me, too. We’re still a new couple though. Things could easily change to something more like what you and Sarah have agreed on. Maybe Sarah is more serious about you now than you realize, doofus brother.” He didn’t answer. I looked at him sympathetically and said softly, “Brother dear, Sarah has told me she’s not exactly fucking around with the adults either, other than Mom and Daddy. And me, of course.” “I know, she’s told me that, too.” He sounded kind of downtrodden. I suddenly felt sorry for him, he looked so forlorn. He hadn’t really thought out his relationship with Sarah. Plus, his hormones were running wild. I hugged him and kissed him. “I told you Sunday, you’ll always have me, Jamie. I love you, my big brother.” I kissed him again. “But you have to talk to Sarah about your relationship. You’ll have to figure out together where you want to go with it.” “You’ll talk to her if she gets pissed?” “Yes. I promise.” “You’re awesome, Mel,” he said, hugging me. “Of course, I am,” I smiled. "And I like it very much that my best friend and my brother are a couple. I prefer it stays that way. Would make some bad vibes here if you two broke up." He pulled me to him and reached around with both hands to grab my ass. “Do I still get to fuck you anytime?” “Definitely, unless you pull another stunt like last night.” “You got your butthole and cooter licked pretty good.” “True, but if Jennifer had caught us ...” “I know ...” “Now go cut the grass so you can get Sarah’s ass later.” As I headed towards my bedroom, I was glad he hadn’t pushed the group sex with Jennifer any harder. That just wasn’t going to happen with her. ****** Sarah had gotten undressed and sat on my bed with Jennifer. They seemed to be getting along great when I walked in. I closed the door behind me mainly to keep Jamie from poking his head in so easily and overhearing us. I sat on the bed with them so we could all face each other. “What are you guys talking about?” Sarah said, “I was telling her how much I’d wished I’d been at the campground.” “She’s a newbie nudist, too,” I told Jennifer, glancing at Sarah “It’s neat to know other nudists my age,” Jennifer replied. “That makes five of us then,” I stated. “Me, you, Pam, Julie and now Sarah.” Jennifer said to Sarah, “I hope you can go the next time everyone is there.” “I do, too.” “Me, too” I added, patting Sarah’s leg. “You guys have been best friends for a long time,” Jennifer noted, looking between us. Sarah replied, “Ever since we were practically babies. Our Moms grew up together as best friends, too.” “I envy you guys. Ever since we moved here, I’ve had a hard time making friends.” “You’re cool. If Mel likes you, I definitely like you.” “You guys have so much in common, especially since you grew up together for so long.” Sarah again replied, “True, but I think we all have something big in common.” “What’s that?” “This,” Sarah answered, while scooting closer to me, moving a hand to fondle my breast, and passionately kissing me. Jennifer stared at us wide-eyed. “You?” Jennifer almost shouted at Sarah, astonished. “I wasn’t thinking it was you!” “Yes. Me,” Sarah replied with a smile. “How long?” “About a year,” I told her while affectionately hugging my longtime best friend. “Sarah was the first girl I did anything with.” “I was thinking it was ...” “I know ... one of the Rayner chicas,” I interrupted her. “Peter said he told you someone in his family was into girls as well.” “You’re not going to tell me who?” “We promised not to tell anyone.” Jennifer let out a frustrated sigh. The girl was getting greedy for more pussy to play with. I couldn’t blame her. I then smiled and added, “But trust me, it won’t be a secret for much longer at all.” “You’ll ask her?” I couldn’t correct her and tell her ‘them’, even though I assumed neither Pam nor Penny would mind Jennifer knowing. She would be fresh girlie flesh for them. Of course, Mrs. Rayner wasn’t going to mind either. I just hoped she would take things slow and easy until we all could decide if Jennifer would be okay with having sex with our moms. Jennifer asked, “So how did you guys get started?” She glanced at Sarah. “I mean, did Mel seduce you?” I giggled at Sarah. “It was the other way around,” Sarah blushed. “So cool,” Jennifer replied. “What did you do the first time?” Sarah and I explained how we were left alone at her house one night last August, and how we started out just kissing and stuff. “The first thing we ever did together was to ‘practice’ kissing,” Sarah recalled. “We were both very nervous at first.” “Yeah, we might’ve just sat there all night if I hadn’t decided to go first,” I said. “We were watching a movie with a lot of kissing and stuff. So, I leaned in and pressed my lips to Sarah’s. It wasn’t that big of a deal ... until I said we needed to use our tongues like they were doing in the movie.” “Then it got really hot,” Sarah added. “I think we were both hooked at that first tongue kiss. We kissed like that for a good while.” “We got pretty good at it,” I told Jennifer. Sarah nodded. I continued, “Then we watched a scene in the movie where this man put his hand inside this woman’s blouse and felt her up. So, we decided to see how it felt. We took our tops and bras off and played with each other’s tits.” “Before long, we took off our shorts and panties and took turns rubbing each other’s pussy,” Sarah told her. “We had to stop when my parents got home.” I didn’t dare tell Jennifer that the first time I had gone all the way with a girl was the following week with Sarah’s mom, and not Sarah. And that Sarah had already done things with Julie and her parents before that. “It wasn’t until a couple of weeks later that we actually started going down on each other,” I added. “With me involved in cheerleading and everything else, we didn’t get to have sex very often. But I knew after that first time that I was hooked.” “Me, too,” Sarah stated. “We gave each other the best orgasms. I don’t know if it was just because we were two girls getting each other off or not, but I knew I loved being with Mel, and doing it with her.” “Gawd,” Jennifer exclaimed. “I wish I’d had someone to experiment with like that.” “Well, we can experiment together ... if you want?” I offered, already excited about the idea. “How do you mean?” she asked. “We can start doing threesomes together,” I wickedly smiled. “Say you will,” Sarah excitedly said, almost begging her. “There is so much we can do together.” “You really want to include me?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. Her growing smile showed it. “We insist,” I said, grabbing her and pulling her to us. The three of us sat on our legs on my bed facing each other. Our knees were touching. Sitting like this, we took turns kissing each other, letting our hands explore, caressing breasts and playing with nipples. As the intimacy grew, so did the passion in our kisses. Soft kisses turned into tongue fucking each other’s mouth. Eventually all three of our mouths were together as we scrunched up even closer to each other. Being this close, we played with each other’s butt cheeks, too. I had a hand on each of their sexy asses, squeezing and massaging the firm tight flesh. Jennifer was the first to drop her head to suck on one of Sarah’s nipples. She used her hand to cup Sarah’s breast, gently squeezing causing her nipple to stand out even more. She bathed it with her tongue before sucking it firmly. Sarah’s soft moans encouraged Jennifer even more, swapping to the other nipple to give it the same treatment. I slipped around behind Jennifer as she continued to lean down. I reached beneath her and took her nipples between my fingers, pinching and pulling them, rolling the hardened tips between my thumbs and forefingers. I rubbed my tits gently along her back, my nipples hard and pointy. Jennifer then pushed Sarah onto her back, with her legs still folded beneath her. Sarah’s gymnastics lessons were definitely paying off. Her body was as flexible as most any cheerleader. Her sexy pussy was obscenely exposed to Jennifer’s gaze. She touched it with her fingers, gently exploring her lips and clit. She toyed with Sarah’s opening, wigging the tip of her finger in her wet opening. When Jennifer’s tongue touched her cunt, Sarah moaned with her head thrown back. Jennifer took her time, lightly licking every delicate pink spot of her sex. Sarah moaned again, propping herself up on her elbows to watch her newest lover explore her pussy in detail. I couldn’t see Jennifer’s face, but from Sarah’s gaze it appeared they were looking deeply into the other’s eyes. The lust on Sarah’s face was intense, and Jennifer was doing everything to make that lust grow even more. It was wild watching her with Sarah. She had been so nervous the first time with me. I had been her first. She clearly was more relaxed with Sarah, enjoying her second girl lover. It was only moments later that Sarah’s body became tense along with her groaning loudly as she came. Sarah’s hand reached for the back of Jennifer’s head, pulling her tightly to her pussy as she collapsed on her back and rode out her orgasm. As Jennifer continued pushing Sarah to another orgasm, I pulled away from Jennifer and excused myself for a moment as I left my bedroom. I went to my parents’ closet and borrowed Mom’s strap- on. As I started to leave, I remembered to grab a small bottle of lube that I saw. Returning to my bedroom, Jennifer had slid up Sarah’s body, embracing her as they deeply kissed. She had let Sarah straighten out her legs. I was able to get back to the bed without Jennifer seeing what I had. Sarah saw me though, and her eyes widened as I fitted myself with the strap-on. I then moved onto the bed. The attachment on the strap-on wasn’t very long or thick, but it wasn’t small either. I slipped up between Jennifer’s legs, and reached between hers and Sarah’s bodies in order to lift her up into a kneeling position. Up until now, I would have licked her ass or pussy when behind her like this. But this time, I nudged the end of the dildo in between her pussy lips. “What are you doing?” she quickly asked. The distress was clear in her voice. “Shhh, relax,” I softly replied, attempting to soothe her. “I’m going to girlie fuck you, chica. I’m going to be the first in your pussy like this.” “So, who wants to be a real boy now?” Jennifer joked and giggled. I snorted and popped her butt cheek. Sarah asked what that meant. Jennifer and I simultaneously told her we would explain later. Jennifer’s body relaxed, waiting for me to fuck her for the first time. She was even wiggling her hips a little as I rubbed the tip of the strap on along her cunt. Being a lesbian, she had to feel awkward though. Even I felt awkward. I had never done this before. Mrs. Clark had fucked me with hers though. I decided to just enjoy being on the other end of things this time. Slowly I eased the fake cock inside her. She groaned as it slid easily into her depths. I held it inside her, my hips pressed against her butt. So this is what a boy felt when fucking me doggie style. Just as slowly, I withdrew leaving just the first inches inside. “Fuck me, Mel,” Jennifer urged, which piqued Sarah’s interest as she slid back until she was sitting so she could look over Jennifer to see the length of the dildo. Sarah then joked, “You don’t look like any boy I’ve ever seen.” I gave her my best sour face. “But I bet I can fuck better than most of them,” I confidently replied, pushing firmly back inside Jennifer. I got into a good rhythm with her, moving my hips to catch her at different angles, holding it deep in her as I made short quick thrusts before pounding her with long strokes. Her grunts and groans were all I needed to hear to know I was hitting the right spots. As I continued fucking her, Jennifer pushed Sarah’s legs until they were folded and wide open so she could once again lick her pussy. However, she quickly learned how difficult it could be to keep your mouth where you wanted while getting fucked from behind. Jennifer finally came as I fucked her very hard and fast. “Fuck me!!!” she squealed out over and over. I kept a steady pace with my hard stabs into her. When she seemed to be winding down, I held myself deep in her. I was sweating and panting. The base of the dildo had felt good against my clit, but it wasn’t enough to get me off. However, I felt proud that I could fuck Jennifer into a long hard orgasm. I then sat back on my haunches. Jennifer twisted around, cupping her still throbbing pussy. “That belongs to your Mom?” Jennifer asked. As soon as she finished asking it, she grimaced and said, “Oh shit. I’m sorry, Mel!” “What?” I asked, puzzled for a moment. Then I realized what she was upset about. “Don’t worry, girl. Sarah knows my mom is bisexual.” ‘You do?” she asked, twisting her head to look back at Sarah. “Yeah. It’s why Mel and I can do stuff here without worrying. “That’s so cool,” Jennifer said, turning her head to look back at me. “I wish I could do this at my house without worrying about my parents.” Jennifer then looked back at Sarah, and asked, “Do your parents know about you as well?” Sarah looked at me before answering, “She knows my parents know about me.” Sarah then looked down at Jennifer. “My parents know, too. My mom is also bisexual.” Jennifer shook her head, half laughing. “Wouldn’t it be wild if my mother was into women as well, and Dad didn’t care?” she asked, more wishful thinking than an actual question, I figured. The problem was that I knew the answer, and I didn’t like hiding it from her. Jennifer and Sarah took turns using the strap-on with each other. I even re-enacted what Jennifer had done when Peter had fucked me doggie style the day before. The only thing I hated about it was that I would have preferred the dildo to be a real cock. The bed sheets were a jumbled mess after wearing ourselves out. We finally settled down, lying together in a pile relaxing. I was still wearing the harness after using it on Sarah again, with the fake cock sticking up in the air. Jennifer asked me while watching me holding the rubber cock in my hand, “I can’t believe you fucked me with your mom’s strap-on!” “Believe it, girl. And just think, it’s probably been used by my mother to fuck other pussies.” “Gawd. I just can’t picture your mother fucking other people with it!” Sarah suppressed a grin, but couldn’t stop from blushing at least a little. Fortunately for her, Jennifer was looking at me.” I held the dildo attachment in my hand. “You’re just one of possibly many who have had this fake cock stuffed in their pussy ... and probably even a few butts as well,” I said to shock her. She then tried to shock me, “Remember, chica. Sarah and I fucked your hot little pussy with it, too.” I acted embarrassed, making Sarah laugh at me. I hoped I was more convincing to Jennifer. “I want to use it in your butt sometime,” Jennifer then added grinning, trying to rattle me even more. She glanced up at Sarah, and added, “Your sexy butt too, chica.” Gawd I loved how bold she was becoming! The three of us together were going to be like peas and carrots and ... whatever else. Sarah replied to Jennifer, “We’ll have to make time for a butt fucking party soon.” We all giggled at the idea. We talked a little more together. We agreed to be a threesome whenever we could, but I also encouraged the two of them to get together, too ... if only just to hang out as friends. Sarah appeared to have taken a real liking to Jennifer. I told the two of them, “I’m glad you chicas are hitting it off.” “It’s easy. Jennifer reminds me a lot of you, Mel ... just without the boy fetish,” Sarah replied, causing all of us to start giggling. Jennifer was turning out to be rather bold and daring at times. Looking at the three of us I was reminded of Colleen, Doris, and my mom. Sarah was definitely more like her mother. She liked fooling around and being a big part of things, but she wasn’t quite as daring as Doris or Mom. I was deep in thought about the three of us when Jennifer looked down on me, where the strap-on was sticking straight up. “Mel, you seriously look weird with a cock,” she said. Sarah hit the dildo with her hand, causing it to flop back and forth. All three of us were giggling when Mom interrupted us suddenly standing in my bedroom door. “Melissa, you need to start getting ready or we’re going to be late for your photo session. And remember, the photographer is doing this as a favor.” “Shit ... Sorry, Mom.” I apologized. “Damn it, I need to wash my hair and do my makeup and ...” “You first need to take something else off, young lady.” Mom looked at me rather sternly. She was none too pleased that I had not asked her if I could borrow her strap-on. We all three got red-faced as I mumbled apologies to her. “Get moving, missy.” Mom stood and watched me as I fumbled with the straps around my waist. All I could do was mumble, “Oh, shit, shit, shit ...” I finally had that friggin thing off and put it underneath my bed. Sarah grabbed my hand, “Chill out, princess. Jennifer and I will help to get you looking beautiful for your handsome prince.” I started to stick my tongue out at her when Mom, seemingly calmed down added, “I’m sure between all of us that we’ll have Mel ready for her close-up with Mr. DeMille.” “Huh?” The three of us replied at the same time, then looking at each other. “You don’t know about Gloria Swanson and the famous line from ...” she said as I looked at her puzzled. “Oh, never mind,” she gruffed. “Just hurry up and get in the shower.” “Is the photographer’s name ‘Mr. DeMille’?” Sarah asked me, as we dashed to the bathroom. “Fuck if I know.” Jennifer shook her head like she didn’t have a clue either. We ended up just shrugging at each other as I got ready to get in the shower. I knew I had to be fast. So, I spread some bodywash all over and scrubbed myself. I quickly shampooed and rinsed my hair and stepped out. Both girls were ready with towels to dry me off. After that, Sarah went to work on my hair, knowing pretty much how I wanted it. Jennifer went to work on my makeup. “Maybe Mom’s talking about Cruella’s husband.” I suggested. “That’s Cruella de Vil, silly,” Sarah replied. “And Cruella didn’t have a husband. She had Jasper and Horace to kick around.” I felt like such a dork. “And it was Glen Close who played her in the movie, not Gloria Whatsherface,” Jennifer added. “Gloria Swanson,” I corrected her. “Whatever.” I shut my mouth. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off the lesbian who was in love with me. Especially as she got me ready to have a picture made for a boy. I would probably end up looking like a clown. She would probably make my nose look like a penis thingie. Both of them took brief opportunities to playfully touch me as well. Jennifer had my nipples poking out, while Sarah played with my butt some. In no time though, they had me ready. Mom appeared at the bathroom door ready to dress me. She had picked out a white bra and g-string panties, and one of my nicer tops and a skirt instead of the usual shorts I wore during the summer. After making sure I had no wardrobe malfunctions, Mom left and went downstairs, as Jennifer and Sarah did their final touches to my hair and make-up. I felt like a star the whole time. Maybe that Gloria Swanson chica was an old movie star. Mom liked watching flicks from the olden days with Grandma. Mr. DeMille was probably some pervert photographer who liked taking her picture. ****** I went downstairs escorted by my two best friends. It felt odd walking around dressed up with two naked girls at my side. “I think she’s ready,” Mom smiled. “Thank you, girls, for helping.” “Anytime, Mrs. Livingston,” they both replied, grinning. Mom took a long look at me. “Whatcha think? Can I take her to the studio looking like this?” “I think she looks great.” Jennifer and Sarah broke into giggles as they answered in unison. “I do, too,” Mom said. “Jennifer, you need to get dressed, please. I’ll take you home on our way to the photo studio.” “Thanks, Mrs. Livingston.” She hurried upstairs. Mom pulled Sarah into a hug and they kissed deeply. They weren’t shy around me anymore. “Wish I had time to have some fun with you,” Mom softly told her. I looked around the room, feeling a bit like a third wheel. I didn’t really mind them being affectionate in front of me. I just wasn’t completely used to it yet. “Jamie is here to keep me entertained,” Sarah reminded her. Mom sighed. “We’ll have to get together soon, honey. I’d so like to spend a night with you.” She brushed over Sarah’s hair. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” Just then Jennifer came down the stairs fully dressed. Mom and Sarah quickly drew apart. “Alright, everybody, let’s go.” Mom was suddenly in a hurry. ****** Jennifer and I sat in the back seat as Mom drove us to her house to drop her off. Sarah stayed home with Jamie. I was sure he was going to enjoy hearing Sarah tell her about the threesome while he fucked her. I looked at Jennifer. “Thanks for coming over and spending the night.” “I had a great time,” she grinned and shyly blushed. I took her hand and in mine and held it. “Me, too.” Mom told her while looking in the mirror, “You’re welcome to come over anytime, honey.” “Thanks, Mrs. Livingston.” “Also, if you want to just talk to me, give me a call if you’re not already over here.” “I will.” “And, Jennifer, let me know if you want me to help you talk to your mom.” “I’ll think about it.” “Good, here we are.” ****** I had never been to her house. It looked nice. I now wished I had made the effort to come over sometime last school year. Mom rang the doorbell. “Hi, Andrea. Melissa. Come on in.” “Sorry, Janet. We have to run. Melissa has an appointment at a photo studio at one. So unfortunately we can’t stay.” “I understand. You sure look beautiful, Melissa. Hope your pictures come out great, too.” “I do too. They are for Peter. It’s his birthday today.” Mrs. Preston chuckled. “Oh puppy love is so sweet.” “Well, it’s more than puppy love, Janet,” my mom said wryly. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Mom. “We hate to run,” Mom told Mrs. Preston. “I’ll call you later, okay?” “I don’t have anything planned. So anytime is fine,” she replied. “Bye, ladies!” We got in the car and Mom drove off rather fast. “Mom?” “Yes, dear?” “Jennifer’s parents ...” I started and paused. “Ah. You’re worried about them?” “Well, yeah. I mean, you know they want to spend time with me.” “I know. And just so that you know, I’ll be talking to Janet tonight and will tell her how things went between you and Jennifer. And also with Sarah.” “Oh.” “Do you have a problem with that?” I had to think about it for a second. “I guess not. Do you think the Prestons will want to have sex with me soon?” “It’s a distinct possibility. I told you that they’re thinking about becoming more involved with us.” “You mean the Rayners, Clarks, Walcotts, and us?” “And maybe some others,” Mom added. “Like who?” “People you’ll meet, or eventually get to know better.” “No names?” “They have names,” she teased me. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at her. Unlike before though, I knew she wasn’t trying to hide things. She enjoyed shocking me. I could live with that. “Now that you and Sarah have hit it off so well with Jennifer, they may want to find out how they feel about getting even more involved than they’d planned on.” “Like sex with my friends ... like Sarah?” “I think so. And since Janet broke the ice with you, I’m sure they’ll try taking things further with you first.” We were quiet for a moment. “Mom?” “Yes, sweetie?” “When you talk to Mrs. Preston tonight, can you ask her to not do stuff with me that really hurts? I sorta already know the kind of stuff she does with Mrs. Walcott.” “I should’ve figured as much. Just how much do you know?” “Not a whole lot ... other than being tied up and whips and shit.” Mom snorted. “It’s not just whips and shit.” “That’s what scares me,” I said, trepidation clearly in my voice. “So, you don’t want to experiment with some new things you’ve never done?” “It’s not that ...” “What if I tell her that you’re interested, but to go slowly with you?” “That’s cool, I guess, as long as it’s not real pain.” “Honey, don’t worry about the Prestons hurting you. I trust them. I’m sure you’ll have fun with them. You’ll like their unique way of enjoying sex.” “They’re unique way? You call a butt whooping a ‘unique way’?” “There’s a whole lot more to it than just ‘butt whoopings’. I don’t want to spoil it by telling you too much. Anticipation is part of the fun.” “Has Mrs. Preston done any of those things with you or Daddy?” Mom blushed. “We have tried a few things.” I looked at her expectantly but I realized quickly that she wasn’t going to tell me anything else. I was confidant I would find out later after I had been over to the Prestons. I sat quietly for a minute, remembering what Peter had told me he had seen down in the Walcott basement that day. “Mom, there is one other thing ...” “Yeah?” “I don’t want to hide stuff from Jennifer ... not when it involves her family. We’re becoming best friends. I don’t want the same thing to happen again.” “Like what happened with Sarah?” “Yeah, I mean it really hurt my relationship with Sarah until everything came out in the open between me and her.” “And you think the same might happen between you and Jennifer?” “Yep. I know it would. She’ll get mad at me when she finds out about me and her parents. She’ll also be like Sarah and hide what she’s doing with you from me, afraid I’ll get mad at her.” “But I’m not having sex with Jennifer.” “Mom, please. We both know you will be before much longer.” “I won’t hide it from you though. That’s partly why I talked with her the way I did this morning ... telling her I’m bisexual ... and I’m open to doing things with her if and when she wants.” “Mom, you can seduce her better than that!” “You want me to seduce her like Sarah?” “My bestest lesbian friend deserves the bestest girlie seduction.” “You only have one lesbian friend.” “That means she really deserves it.” “Your logic is impeccable.” “Would I be impertinent if I said something snotty now?” “Insolent would be the better word.” “Gawd, Mom!” “You ought to know what each word means by now,” she replied, grinning at me. “So do you understand my concern?” I asked her. “You better sum it up for me.” “Okay then. Here it is ... So, you give her a world class ‘mother seducing her daughter’s best friend’ seduction, and she’ll know I know about it because I’ll tell her I know ... but I’ll have to hide from her what I’m doing with her parents if I do anything else with them because she doesn’t know about her parents. Eventually she finds out what I’m doing on her own and hates me. Then I’ll blame you for everything. See the problem?” “Yes, I do. But now I’m scared.” “Why?” “Because I actually understood all of that.” I did the quick eye rollie thing. “What are you gonna do about it though?” I asked. “So, it’s up to me to find a solution?” “Mom, you’re good at this stuff.” “What stuff?” “Secrets and stuff. Remember, you’re the mentor. And I don’t want to mess things up for everybody.” She sighed. “I’ll figure something out.” “I think you should be ‘Mom of the Year’ or something,” I told her, smiling. She just chuckled at me. I then said, “Oh, and while we’re at the photographer, why don’t you get a picture made for Peter as well? Then he’d have both of his best girls on his nightstand.” “Who says I’m his other best girl?” “Mother, please,” I replied, rolling my eyes while smiling at her. She grinned. I hope Peter knows how lucky he is that I’m willing to share him with a much more experienced version of me. “You don’t mind?” she asked. I thought about it for a second. I answered her softly, “I think I like you being his other best girlfriend.” Mom didn’t say anything. “I love you, Mom!” She looked at me for a second. “And I love you very much, my baby girl. Thanks for trusting me with your boyfriend. I really appreciate that.” ****** Mom pulled into the parking lot of a small shopping center that I had never been to. “Here we are,” she said, as I stared at the place. As we entered the photo studio a bell chimed. We were a few minutes early. The place looked nice. The photos on display looked really good. A tall and slender pretty lady about Mom’s age came into the reception area from the back. “Hi, Andrea. How are you?” “Just fine. Thanks, Lori, for squeezing us in.” The Lori lady stepped up to Mom and acted like she was about to embrace, but then stepped back and looked at Mom kinda questioningly. Mom suddenly laughed. “It’s okay, Lori. Mel knows about things.” What things did I know about? Mom then stepped up to this Lori lady, took her in her arms and kissed her fully on her lips. Lori’s arms went around Mom as she got into the kiss as well. They drew apart. “It’s been a while. Hasn’t it, Andrea?” “Too long. Greg has been working so much ...” Lori came over to me and hugged me as well. Her lips met mine. I was too surprised to pull back. “Nice to meet you, Melissa, I’ve heard a lot about you.” “You have?” I answered, astonished that she supposedly knew me so well. I must have looked surprised as well. Both Mom and Lori laughed at me. Lori put a hand on my shoulder. “You know my daughter Anna. She was cheerleading with you last year. She hated that you quit.” What the fuck? I looked at Mom. She bashfully smiled back. “Anna knows your parents very well,” she added. “She really wants to be closer friends with you also.” I looked again at Mom, and she knew what I was thinking. Mom blushed furiously and turned away. Anna was the flyer in my stunt group last year! She was so cute and so sweet. And she had been in bed with my parents? She had never led on anything about that. I was so stunned. I would have to ask Mom about it. A tall, handsome man came up front. “Hi, Livingston girls,” he cheerfully greeted us. He gave Mom a quick hug and a kiss. “Hi, Andy,” Mom said, her face still a little flushed. “Well, finally I get to meet your daughter that you have kept from us for so long. Hi, Melissa. I’m André Taylor. But everybody calls me Andy.” He hugged me and I felt like I was being swallowed up by a bear. “So you want your picture taken?” “Yes, sir, I do. It’s a gift for my boyfriend. It’s his birthday today.” “Terrific idea! These spontaneous ideas keep the bread on our table.” He had a booming voice that filled the room. “I suspect I also know why the rush, too. Is he a new boyfriend?” I blushed. Mom had told the Taylors quite a bit, I suspected. “Yes, sir. He’s my first boyfriend” I replied. “I want something really cool for him.” “I take it you mean cool as in hot?” he slyly smiled while asking. I bit my bottom lip in reply. “Mel would like to look sexy, but not in a slutty way, Andy,” Mom told him. “I understand. Let’s go back into the studio. Lori, will you check her make-up, please. Andrea, you’re welcome to come back here with us.” There was a make-up table and Lori asked me to sit down in front of it. She fussed with some powder that she applied to my face. She explained that otherwise my face would come out shiny on the photos and that they wouldn’t look good then. I could see the actual shooting area, where Mr. Taylor was setting up the lights and the background. He talked Mom up most of the time. No wonder he did a favor for her. I’m sure he would have liked to take all kinds of pictures of her. Or had he already? I was trying not to be jealous, but he just went on and on with Mom about this and that, touching her arm and stuff. She definitely had his attention. Another thing I had to talk to her about. Mr. Taylor’s voice boomed over to us. “Come on back when you’re ready.” I got up and walked into the shooting area. He asked me to sit on a kind of stool. I had to watch my skirt which was kinda short and kept riding up my legs. I had to be careful or he could see all the way to my panties. And those g-strings didn’t cover a lot. Was that the reason, Mom had picked out this skirt and these panties for me to wear? Then he made me get up again and adjusted the height of the stool. He was nice to me, saying how much I looked like MY MOM. Fucking hell! Just take Mom’s picture, for fucks sake! I bit my lip though and gave him a pass. Right then, a favor for Mom was a favor for me. He fiddled with everything a little more and then took a first shot. He looked at a monitor. “Yeah,” he laughed. “That’s looking good.” He complimented me for being photogenic, that it was easy to pose me. He was starting to win me over. “So, now let’s get to the serious stuff,” he said looking very determined. Suddenly he turned totally professional. No more chatting, just instructions for me how to pose. Mom and Lori were watching silently. I think he actually forgot Mom was there, at least for a few minutes. He really took his time with me, got me to do different poses, but he didn’t seem quite satisfied. “That’s not really it yet. Let’s try something different. Melissa. Think you can push your top off your left shoulder?” Mom came over to help. I got my arm out of the cut-out and I draped my top to cover my bra. “Can you push her bra strap down, too?” Again Mom helped me to get the strap off my arm. Suddenly I felt kinda wicked. “Mr. Taylor, do you want me to take my top and bra off?” Mom audibly sucked in her breath. Mr. Taylor’s laughter filled the room again. “Well, sweetie, I definitely would like to take pictures of you like that. But not now, and not here. I do like to stay in business. It keeps my family eating.” Well that cleared things up. He probably did pictures like that. Did he have a studio in his home where he took porn pics? He had me put my left foot on the rung of the stool, and lean with my left elbow on my leg. Then I was to make a fist and rest my chin on it. He had Mom push my top and bra strap on my right side down some and then he snapped away. After he took a couple of pictures, he came over and basically grabbed my breast with his hand, situating my top a little. I glanced over at Mom, who just grinned at me. I was blushing. “You look so cute when you’re blushing,” he said. Mom’s smile got even bigger as I scrunched my lips and blushed profusely. “I assume you’ve been told that before,” Mr. Taylor said to me, chuckling. “But for now, no more blushing. Take a deep breath and compose yourself ... and I won’t touch your lovely breast again.” I giggled. “I apologize, Melissa darling. Let’s take a moment to relax,” he patiently replied, knowing he had caused everything. “We want the perfect image of you for your boyfriend.” He had me try several different expressions, and then suddenly said, “Great, I think we’ve got it.” I straightened out my clothes and Lori took Mom and me to a larger monitor. Andy clicked through the first shots quickly. He obviously didn’t like them. When he got to the ones from my last pose, he slowed down. My Gawd, these were terrific! That Taylor guy knew what he was doing. Maybe I should let him take some nude shots of me. A girl can never have enough professional quality nude pictures of herself to show around. Right now, I had none. “Would you maybe take some of me ...” I started. “No way, Mel. No naked pictures. At least not today,” Mom interrupted, smiling at me. How come she knew what I was thinking again? We picked out the shot we all agreed looked the best. Mr. Taylor clicked to get it printed. “This is a high resolution special printer,” he explained. “So it takes a little time.” “Mom, can we look at some frames, please?” We picked out an elegant silver-plated frame and Lori mounted the picture in it. Mom had Mr. Taylor print another copy along with copies of a few other poses for her and Daddy. She paid for everything. I didn’t have to put out any money at all. And I didn’t even have to beg or pretend I was broke! Sometimes Mom can be super cool like that. I wasn’t going to tell Peter that though. I might be a slut, but I didn’t want to be known as cheap. ****** The next customer had come in, so they all behaved when we said goodbye. As we got in the car, “Before you start, Mel, please don’t ask any questions. There are things I don’t have time to properly discuss right now.” I knew when not to aggravate her. So I just thanked Mom for everything as we were on our way back home. “You’re welcome, Mel,” she replied with a pleasant smile. Obviously she had had fun doing this for me. I would have to think up some other kind of emergency need in the near future. School would be starting back before long. Maybe I could score some new clothes I just had to have. “Mom?” “Yes, dear?” “I used your strap-on with Jennifer and Sarah.” “I know. I saw you wearing it. I didn’t think you were just showing it off for them. Thanks for washing and putting it back where you found it, too,” she said a little sarcastically. “Oops,” I replied sheepishly. “But you know if I had my own ...” “Is that why you put it under your bed, Melissa? So you would have your own?” “No. You interrupted us. I didn’t get a chance ...” “So it’s my fault?” This wasn’t going well. “Melissa, we girls often joke about guys thinking with their little heads. Having Jennifer and Sarah around to play with should not cause your brains to drop into your clit.” She was in full Mom mode now. Having her as both my mother and my friend was like walking through a minefield. She was trying not to blow up, but she wasn’t going to let me walk all over her either without some consequences. I was also discovering that Mom was a regular Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Dr. Jekyll was a lot more fun, at least in the book. “So, while I don’t mind you borrowing things, I also prefer that you ask me ahead of time. Being impulsive is no excuse for raiding my closet on a whim. I expect you to respect mine and your father’s space.” “I’m sorry, Mom.” “And I like to think my things are in their place and clean ... when I want use them.” She continued, “If I find my things under your bed again, your borrowing privileges will be put on restriction.” “Yes, ma’am. I’ll wash it and put it up when I get home,” I squeamishly replied, knowing I had lost this battle before it began. “I’d appreciate it ... especially after the money I just spent on ...” she let it hang. She was getting something for her money after all. “Also, I don’t mind you borrowing my things, but I expect you to respect that they are my things.” “Okay, I suck,” I stated, smiling wryly at her. “Don’t be pathetic, Melissa. You’re grown up enough to take an ass chewing when you’ve fucked up. So, we are in agreement about my stuff? “Yes, ma’am.” I looked at her. “Mom, I’m sorry.” “I’ll let it go this time, but consider yourself warned,” she firmly stated. Then in a softer tone, “If you want to borrow something, just let me know that you’re going to. I’m sure I won’t mind.” Then smiling wryly at her, I said, “But seriously though, if I had my own ...” “We’ll see,” she replied, scrunching her lips into a wicked looking smile. “Thanks, Mom,” I leaned over and hugged her. “Oh, and could you maybe get me some ... uh ... anal lube sometime real soon?” “Anal lube? Doris should have plenty.” Oh, for fucks sake. She already knew Pastor Thomas had fucked my ass. Isn’t any secret sacred? I replied, “It’s not for tomorrow night ... but for later in the week ...” “For Peter?” “I’ll be on my period.” “And you’re going to give up your butt to him?” “I don’t think he’s into blood yet ... but he is a Rayner ... soooo ...” Mom giggled with me. “You had this thought out last night when you asked me not to let him have my ass?” “Yeah, mostly,” I replied. “Okay?” “Can I watch?” she casually asked. I feigned being shocked. “Mother!” I then slyly answered, “Not without the lube.” ****** I raced into the house anxious to show Sarah the portrait I had selected to give Peter. Walking into Jamie’s bedroom, I saw Jamie busy licking at Sarah’s pussy. I walked over and sat on the bed next to her, causing Jamie to notice me. “Don’t stop what you’re doing, Jamie. You can see it later.” Sarah and I giggled at him as Sarah pushed his head into her pussy again. I then leaned down and realized he was licking cum from her. Surprised, I looked back at Sarah and raised my eyebrow at her. She just grinned in reply. Saying nothing about it, I leaned back up beside her and showed her the portrait. “That is so sexy, girl! You look so good! Peter is going to love it!” “Thanks for giving me the idea,” I replied. “It’s why you keep me around, chica. I have all the best ideas.” “It’s not the only thing I keep you around for ...” I said, leaning my head to glance back down at Jamie. He looked up and stuck his tongue out at me. It really didn’t help his cause that there was a small glob of his junk on his chin. But he was being a good boyfriend, so I didn’t tease him anymore. We all heard the front doorbell ring, followed by Mom yelling out for me to go answer and see who was there. “I guess I’m now the doorman around here,” I sighed. “It’s probably my mom,” Sarah told me. “She’s taking me shopping.” “Well, aren’t you the special one,” I teased her. “Melissa!” Mom cried out again. Obviously she was occupied in the bathroom. So, I quickly made my way to the front door. “Hi, Mrs. Clark,” I greeted her while opening the door. “Hi, sweetie,” she replied as she walked in, hugging and kissing me. “Everyone is upstairs. Sarah is in Jamie’s room ...” I paused, wondering if telling her she was getting her pussy cleaned out would be considered ratting her out. “I think I know what they’re doing, sweetie,” she chuckled. “Well, Mom is in her bathroom. I know you don’t mind interrupting a Livingston girl in one of those,” I grinned. “Ahhh, some of my fondest memories ...” she joked. “Mine too,” I more seriously replied, hugging her again. “We need to make some more memories soon,” she said, rubbing my butt. “I’d like that,” I replied. “I have so much to talk to you about as well.” “We’ll get together very soon. There’s something I need to discuss with your mom real quick though before I take Sarah shopping.” We walked upstairs together, talking a little. “I hear Peter has a nice surprise in store for him tonight.” “I hope he likes it,” I replied. “I’m sure he will. Can I see it?” We went into my room and I showed her the picture. “Yes, very nice indeed. It sure shows what a sexy young lady you’ve become. I hope I can get a copy of it myself. I know Bob would love a copy, too.” “Thanks. Mom had some extras made.” “Great, I’ll ask her for one. And we’ll make time to spend together very soon, too.” “I’d like that. I miss both of you.” “My husband keeps talking about you when we have sex. He likes to describe what he would like to do with you. And what he would like to show you about sex.” “Seriously?” “Uh huh.” “You’re cool with that?” “I’ve had some great orgasms from that,” she grinned. “I’ve learned a lot of things lately.” “I know. I’m also glad you and your mom are much closer.” “I hope you and Sarah can be closer, too” She looked at me curiously. I didn’t mean anything sexual by it, but apparently she did. I then wondered if things had changed any between her and Sarah now that so much was out in the open. Would the two of them be as daring as me and Mom? I wondered what would’ve happened between them if they had gone camping this past weekend as well. We left my room and stood at my parents’ bedroom door. Kissing me softly, she said, “Would you let Sarah know I’ll be ready to leave in about five minutes?” “Yes, ma’am. Thanks, Mrs. Clark.” “Oh, and Melissa ... it’s okay to call me Colleen, and my husband Bob ... when it’s just us. I think we know each other well enough now to drop the formalities.” I bit my lip for a moment. “Thanks, Colleen. And you can call me Mel,” I grinned. She chuckled a little at me, before saying, “Why thanks, Miss Livingston.” I stood and watched at Mom’s bedroom door as Mrs. Clark just let herself into Mom’s bathroom. I couldn’t help laughing a little at how familiar they were with each other. Sarah and I did a lot of stuff like that, too. I was glad she wanted me to call her Colleen now. I went on back to Jamie’s room. Sarah and Jamie were cuddling. Apparently he had finished cleaning her pussy. “It’s your Mom, Sarah. She’s talking to my mom, but I think she’s in a bit of a hurry. She said to be ready in about five minutes.” Sarah quickly kissed Jamie. “Sorry, lover. I gotta run. I hope you had as much fun as I did.” Jamie grunted something unintelligible. Sarah laughed. She hurried into the hall bathroom to clean up a little and get dressed. We went downstairs to wait on our moms, leaving Jamie sprawled naked on his bed. At least he had given her an affectionate kiss goodbye. He looked like he needed some time to recover. He had obviously given Sarah a good fucking while Mom and I had been at the photographer. So, I didn’t give him any grief. As we sat on the couch together, I turned to Sarah and kissed her deeply. “Your mom wants me to spend time with her and your father.” Sarah chuckled. “They’ve been talking about you not coming by lately. Do you want to?” I blushed a little and then grinned. “Yeah, we’ll have to find a time that you can come over here to be with my parents when I go over to be with yours. And this time we’d know about it, too.” Sarah grabbed and kissed me again just as our moms were coming downstairs. “I’d like that,” she breathed into my ear. Colleen smiled at Mom and said, “Isn’t it sweet? I remember when we were that young and kissing.” Mom chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t tell them all our secrets, Colleen.” She laughed. “Well, we’re off. Let’s go Sarah. Bye Melissa, see you later, Andrea.” I was definitely going to have to play catch-up with Sarah’s mom. And I knew that Sarah wouldn’t mind too much. ****** After Colleen and Sarah had left, I quickly washed the strap-on thoroughly. Mom’s bedroom door was open. She was sitting on her bed folding some clothes. “Thanks, Mel, I’ll put it back for you.” She smiled. As I handed it to her together with the lube she pulled me to her and into her lap. She hugged me for a while without saying anything. I hugged her back resting my head on her shoulder. Finally she moved me back from her a little so she could look at my face. She had a big smile on her face. “I’m having fun doing things with my friend Mel,” she said. “It’s all I ever wanted, Mom,” I answered. She kissed my forehead. “I know.” “Mom?” “Yeah?” “Were you and Colleen kissing a lot when you guys were mine and Sarah’s age?” “I guess we did. We did a lot of other things together, and kissing was a big part of it.” “Would you kiss in your rooms?” “Yeah, and quite a few time we’d find a place outside where we could be alone.” “Like where?” “You know about the small creek that runs through the woods on Sarah’s grandparents’ property. We’d sneak down there and sit and kiss each other for the longest time.” “Did you get naked too?” “Usually we just took off our tops and bra, and we’d kiss while playing with each other’s tits. It usually ended with us slipping down our pants and panties and licking each other until we came. We didn’t dare get all the way naked in case someone happened to show up.” “You were afraid to get naked?” “Well, Colleen was the one mostly scared. It would’ve most likely been one of her parents catching us.” “That sounds like fun though ... being outside naked when you’re not supposed to be.” “The best place to do something like that was in the Thompsons barn. We’d get up in the hayloft and strip naked and kiss like lovers for the longest time.” “You never got caught?” “A few times Colleen’s father came into the barn while we were in there, but we’d get really quiet until he left.” “All Sarah and I ever did in her grandparents’ hayloft was talk,” I grumbled. “Maybe next time will be different,” Mom smiled, knowing it definitely would be. “How did you and Colleen kiss back then?” “Colleen?” she stated, looking at me a tad upset. Mom was all about being respectful when it came to adults. “She told me it was okay to call her Colleen, when it’s just me and her. I thought it would be okay with you, too,” I replied, grimacing, also hoping she wouldn’t object. “That’s fine then,” she said, smiling again. Whew! “So ... how did you guys kiss?” I asked again. “We kissed like anyone else, I suppose. I could show you, if you want?” I thought she was just trying to shock me, but I latched onto the idea. I thought about the first time Sarah and I had kissed. It had been incredible, even though we kissed and made-out so much better now. “How about you show me how it was the first time you kissed.” I suggested to Mom. “The first time we kissed was in Colleen’s bedroom.” “That’s cool. So how did it start?” “We were sitting on her bed together, side by side.” I slipped over beside Mom. “What are you doing,” she asked me. “You’re supposed to show me, not just tell me.” Mom sorta rolled her eyes, but I could tell she was intrigued by the idea of me pretending to be Colleen. “We’d been talking about this boy in my class who had a big crush on me. Colleen asked if he might be the first boy I would ever kiss.” “Was he?” “As it turned out, he wasn’t. I never did kiss him.” “Who was your first kiss?” “Colleen.” “Duh!” I groaned. She was playing dense on purpose just to tease me. “I mean first kiss with a boy.” “It was Colleen’s brother, Brandon.” “And Colleen was your first girl kiss. So cool.” I remembered Colleen telling me about doing things with her brother. His had been the first hard cock she had ever seen. His had been the first cock she had ever sucked as well. “First romantic girl kiss,” Mom clarified. “So how did it start?” “It was awkward, to say the least. It was probably much like what you and Sarah went through.” “Show me,” I insisted. She looked at me apprehensively at first. She knew I was pushing her into something. She seemed conflicted at first before her expression quickly changed. “Turn a little toward me,” she instructed, as she did the same. She then leaned in and touched my lips with hers. I tried to sneak my tongue between her lips but she quickly pulled away. “Mel, you have to pretend that you’ve never kissed before. Nobody kisses with their tongue the first time.” “Oh, okay,” I contritely replied. “Let’s try it again,” she said, leaning to press her closed lips to mine for a short time. It really was like the first time with Sarah. It didn’t do a thing for me other than knowing it was Mom doing it. “That was lame,” I assessed. “We both thought so, too. So we tried it again.” This time when Mom pressed her lips to mine, she turned her head a little and wiggled her lips against mine, and I did the same. “That’s getting there,” I stated. “But I hope you guys did better than that.” “Did you and Sarah?” “Yeah, after we watched a scene in a video in her bedroom.” Mom looked at me curiously. I then clarified, “And it wasn’t a porno.” “We couldn’t watch any videos when we were twelve,” Mom stated. “You kids have it so much better now.” I played my invisible violin for her. She stuck her tongue out at me, and tickled me for it, too. I started to mention I didn’t have a TV or DVD player in my bedroom. Maybe I could push my parents into getting me one this Christmas. “When did Grandpa first get a video player?” “He had a Super 8 projector for us to watch mostly home-made videos while I was growing up. It wasn’t until I was in high school that he bought a VCR. He and Mom would rent videos from a store in town.” “Pornos?” I grinned. She just shook her head at me. “I thought we were talking about girlie kissing?” “You’re embarrassed, aren’t you?” I asked, smiling at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me again. I decided to needle her a little. “So, was it you or Colleen who figured out the tongue wasn’t just for sticking out to pooh-pooh someone?” She scrunched her lips at me before surprising me. “I did,” Mom stated, and quickly leaned in to kiss me again, slipping her tongue between my lips to touch my tongue before just as quickly pulling back away from me. Kissing her mom like that would very likely make any other girl disgusted. It just made me tingle all over. We had kissed a number of different times over the past week. It still felt like the first time though. “How did Colleen react?” I asked after I finally found my voice. “She reacted the same as you did ... somewhat shocked and out of breath.” “I’m still getting used to ... this.” “Kissing me?” “Well, yeah ... and not like with my mom.” “I have to get used to it as well,” Mom admitted. “So, what else did you and Colleen do that first time?” “We got more into tongue kissing ... and touching each other,” Mom said. “Is that what happened with you and Sarah?” “Yeah,” I admitted, blushing a little. Although I was sure Sarah had already given her a kiss by kiss replay. “Will you show me how it was with you and Colleen when you started seriously making out?” I asked her, almost pleading. “Will you tell me if it is like what happened with you and Sarah?” “Sure,” I excitedly replied. Mom leaned into me, aggressively pressing her open mouth to mine. Her tongue played with mine before she began sucking on it. Her hand moved behind and cradled my head as the intensity of our kissing increased. She then pushed me back on the bed, covering my body with hers. It was still an awkward feeling having her body against mine. After all, she was my mother. But the excitement of her on top of me like that more than offset any concern I had. Her free hand moving over my breast, gently rubbing, playing with me, was like an electric jolt to my body. I was in lust with her. The fact that she was my mother made it all the more exciting. When she had me like this, she could do with me anything she wanted. I broke the kiss for a moment. “Is this what you two really did?” I asked as she quickly pressed her lips urgently to mine again, and then just as quickly pulled back. “Yes, except we had our tops and bras off,” she huskily replied. She lifted me up, grabbed the bottom of my top and aggressively pulled it up and off of me, dropping it on the floor beside the bed. She immediately reached behind me to unfasten my bra, taking it off and letting it fall to the floor to join my top. She leaned up and pulled her top off. She also removed her bra, tossing them both to the floor as well, before diving back down on me. Her hand moved back to my breast, squeezing it again, letting her hand close until her fingers surrounded only my nipple, causing it to really poke out. She moved her mouth down to it, licking across it a few times before circling it with her soft wet lips, gently nursing on it, before squeezing her lips tightly and pulling it away from me. She moved to the other and did pretty much the same. “What did Colleen do when you did that?” I breathlessly asked. “Next she did it to me,” she huskily answered. I pushed Mom over onto her back, surprising her a little, and kissed her deeply like I envisioned Colleen would do, playing with one of her breasts like she had done with mine. I then used my mouth on her nipple. Mom didn’t lie there passively though. She moved her hand to hold my head to her as I used my mouth on each of her nipples - sucking, nibbling, and pulling them with my lips. Her moans told me everything she was feeling. Her other hand rubbed sensuously up and down my flank. Her hand holding my head became entangled in my hair, keeping me at her breasts, enjoying what I was doing to her. She had breast fed me as a baby. I wasn’t a baby anymore though. I wasn’t after milk either. I writhed my body against hers as I made love to her breasts. It seemed to turn her on even more. My legs had been sprawled between hers, until she hooked her legs over mine to pull me tighter to her body. Her free hand moved down my back and pulled my skirt up to uncover my bare ass cheeks. She grabbed one of them firmly and squeezed it, pulling me even tighter to her, causing me to moan into her tit, squeezing the nipple even harder with my lips. My breasts pressed into her tummy, with each little movement by either of us causing my hard nipples to brush against her soft warm skin. Every sensation I was experiencing was incredible and felt like the first time. I slid my hand down between us and underneath the waistband of her shorts, my fingers moving through her neatly trimmed bush to her pussy. That surprised her. She raised her hips up, untangled her legs from mine, and pushed her shorts and panties partially down her legs as my fingers touched and played with her wet slit. She then turned us both to our sides, pulling my skirt higher and my panties down to my knees. I bent my legs back and pulled my g- string completely off, dropping it beside us. Mom pressed her fingers against my bare pussy - touching, rubbing, exploring. I was just as wet as she was. I tingled all over thinking about this woman being my mother. She wasn’t doing anything Colleen, Doris, and others hadn’t. But this was so completely different. I was sure she was feeling much the same knowing the pussy she was fingering belong to her only daughter. It was a thrill that we could only experience with each other. We both played with and rubbed each other with abandon. She leaned in, putting her nipple close to my mouth. I sucked on it as I pushed two fingers inside her, fucking her with them. The palm of my hand was also rubbing against her clit. She began to cum almost immediately. She then pushed me over on my back and repeated what I had done to her. Her fingers touched all the right spots on and inside me. She wasn’t gentle as she finger fucked me, knowing it would make me cum even more intensely. Mom covered my mouth with hers as I came. It became another intense kiss as she rode me through my orgasm. As I began to relax, she laid her head on my chest, kissing it softly. “Mom?” “Yes, baby girl?” she replied, lifting her head. “Is that what you and Colleen really did the first time?” “No,” she almost embarrassingly admitted. “So you lied to me?” “Yes.” “You’re an excellent liar,” I told her, grinning, and then kissing her nose. “You can lie to me anytime you want.” She snorted, and then kissed my nose. “We shouldn’t have done that,” Mom said after a few moments. “I think we’re long passed that point, Mom” I observed, moving my fingers to lightly rub one of her hard nipples. She gently took my hand away and held it. “I’m your mother. I need to draw a line and learn to live with it. For both of us.” I sensed real regret in her voice. She was really struggling with what we had done. I began to really understand just how seriously conflicted she was about having sex with her own daughter. This time, I hadn’t really pushed her. I thought we would playfully kiss some and that would be it. She was the one who had pulled my top off and sucked my tits. I didn’t help matters by pushing my hand into her shorts. “You weren’t ever going to do stuff like this with me?” “No.” “What changed your mind?” “I didn’t change my mind. I just can’t seem to resist you ... doing stuff like this with you.” Wow. I was shocked she admitted that to me. “Mom, I’m cool with everything.” “You’re cool with it because it feels so good right now.” “You act like it won’t feel good later,” I replied. “You may not feel good about ME later ... especially if I don’t start living with the boundaries I make.” I wasn’t sure how to reply. She was obviously struggling with all the things we had done over the past five days. She probably thought she was molesting me. I didn’t see it that way at all. I squeezed and fondled her hand affectionately. I didn’t know what else I could do to ease her concerns. She then leaned up. “You need to scoot on to your room and rest a little for tonight.” “Mom,” I quickly said, getting her attention. “I’m cool with everything that has happened, including just now.” “I figured you would be,” she replied. “That’s a big part of the problem.” “What do you mean?” “You’ll do what I ask you. I know it. We both know it.” I slid closer to her, hugging her. I told her, “I’ll do it because you do know when to stop. You won’t let me hurt myself. You won’t hurt me. I know that.” “That makes one of us,” Mom said, laughing softly. “I don’t know what all you did when you were my age ... but I think you know exactly what I can live with,” I told her, kissing her cheek. “And Mom, I liked it not just because it felt good. It felt good with Jennifer and with Sarah, too. But with you it’s even more special because I really do love you.” Mom looked at me intently. Our eyes locked together. I think in that moment she finally came to terms with things. Like mother, like daughter. She knew me. She knew herself. She knew exactly where the line needed to be drawn. She knew not to use a permanent marker though. Her soft smile told me that much. The thing was I didn’t know where that line was in her mind at any given moment. She had the benefit of experience. At that moment, I didn’t really want to know either. I was going to let her be my mentor. She would slow me down when I needed it. I kissed her before I got off her bed, grabbed my top and bra from the floor, and started to go to my room to crash for a while. In the hallway, I remembered I left my panties on the bed. I walked back and stopped at the door. Mom was holding them in her hand, pressing them against her mouth and nose. I shuddered as I took in the scene. She was lost in her lust ... for me! I quietly turned away and went to my room. Lying on my bed, I thought about reading some in Mom’s diary, but I was getting excited about Peter’s birthday dinner. Knowing the Rayners as I did, nothing was going to surprise me, though. I thought about telling Peter what was going on between me and Mom. Gawd, I was becoming just like him and his family. The thought made me smile and tremble. I held my fingers to my nose, the ones that had been inside my mom’s pussy. I liked the slightly musty smell. It was Mom’s smell. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers, tasting a little of her juices. I wondered if she was feeling the same excitement I was at that moment while still lying on her own bed ... while smelling my pussy on her fingers and in my panties. Would she also lick her fingers to taste my juices again like she had last night? (continued in chapter 38) ----- Copyright © 2002-2012 Pookie. All rights reserved.