Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 17:32:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Big Bertha (oral, anal, fetish g/g, f/fF) Warning: Beginnings, oral, anal, fetish g/g, f/fF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2014 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Big Bertha By Jan I can't tell my story without mentioning how I came into this world. My mother was a big woman, by that I mean that she was a tall woman and carried a lot of weight. She was every bit of six-feet tall and at least 200 pounds. She foolishly married a little asshole drunkard. He was only five-feet five, and weighed 130 pounds. Being an alcoholic he couldn't hold down a job, and he took it out on my mother. He physically abused her when he got drunk enough to think he was better than her. Eventually he went too far and Mother hit in in the face with a number 6 cast iron skillet. That knocked him out and broke his nose. When he woke up he was lying on the front yard, with all of his belongings piled on top of him. He tried to force his way back into the house, but Mother assured him that she would kill him if he ever came around again. He must have taken her threat seriously, because we never heard from him again. The only thing he managed to do for her is produce me. I heard that he had produced at least three other babies, and they were all girls. Maybe his alcoholism was responsible for the reduction of his male sperm. Like my mother I was a big girl. At birth I was 22-inches long and all of 10.5 pounds. From the day I started school I was teased about my size. I became a loner. I just didn't fit in with my classmates. I was not invited to birthday parties, so I developed a hard shell to protect myself from the cruel names my classmates called me. When I was a thirteen year old in junior high school there was a new girl that moved into the neighborhood. She was a cute girl, named Kathy. You could say that she was a living kewpie doll. She was a small girl about half the size of girls our age. She was a natural platinum blonde with sky blue eyes, a dusting of light freckles across her nose. She was so petite she looked like a first grader. Normally a girl like her would have been very popular with both the girls and boys, but she was one of the students that were identified as a slow learner. She was singled out to be among the students that were still struggling with basic spelling and math. She was the one to approach me for friendship. I was reluctant to befriend her, but eventually became very protective of her. Her family lived just around the corner from our home, so we began to visit each other a lot. Both of our parents worked, so we had at least three hours after school to ourselves before our parents got home. We spent the time doing our homework and listening to music, but eventually the subject of sex came up. I told her about my father and my strong dislike for any male. Kathy also expressed her distrust of males, because her mother had dated a number of unsavory males after her divorce from her father. More than one of them had molested her. She told me all about what they had done to her. I found her descriptions of the way men had played with her pussy very erotic. She admitted that she actually enjoyed the feelings these men induced in her, even though she hated the way they threatened her to keep her from telling on them. I asked her what it felt like to have them playing with her pussy. She offered to show me what it felt like, so I agreed. She pulled my panties aside and started stroking my pussy with her fingers. I couldn't believe how thrilling it was to have her stroking my pussy. I could only express my feelings by kissing her on the mouth. The longer we kissed the more passionately we kissed. I asked her if it was okay if I played with her pussy too. Of course she agreed, and even stood up long enough to remove her panties. It was exciting to see her little pussy. Her vulva was covered with very fine blonde pubic hair. I stroked her little pussy it felt moist from her pussy juice. I couldn't resist smelling my fingers, and tasting them. It felt so good that we repeated masturbating each other several times and then we had to straighten up our clothes before her mother got home from work. We made a practice of masturbating each other after school for several days before I was drawn down there so that I could smell her pussy, and even started licking her pussy. Kathy liked it so much that she promised to do it to me. Oral sex became a regular daily practice for us. It was inevitable that sooner or later one of our mothers would discover our sexual activity. It just happened to be Kathy's mother. She turned out to be surprisingly understanding about finding us engaged in oral sex, and didn't go into a ranting tirade. She simply sat on the side of the bed, and told us that she understood our exploration of our sexual desires. She went on to explain that our sexual orientation may change as we get older, but for the present she would not object to our continued relationship. With that she patted both of our butts, and left us to continue with our activities. We sat there for a while, and agreed about how cool her mother was. We didn't feel like continuing our oral sex, because the interruption had taken the edge off. We got dressed and joined her mother in the kitchen. Nothing more was said about our activities. We did continue getting together almost every day to have sex with each other. I had never been one to have fantasies about changing into a beautiful woman, because I knew I would never be the prettiest girl in the room. I kept my hair cropped into a short wedge simply because it was easy to care for. As I matured and body hair became more pronounced, I didn't bother engaging in the vanity of shaving my legs, crotch and underarms. While changing clothes in the girl's locker room for physical education class the other girls noticed how hairy my body was. Some deliberately made rude comments loud enough for me to hear. Others simply gave me contemptuous looks. One day as the locker room thinned out as the girls changed back into their street clothes, Ms. Ray approached me. There were only a couple of other girls in the locker room, and they were far enough away that they couldn't over hear what the coach was saying. Ms. Ray approached me while I was standing in front of my locker, drying off after taking a shower. I always wait until there are very few in the showers, simply to avoid the contemptuous looks. She said, "Bertha, I have noticed that you and the other girls don't get along, and I suspect it has something to do with your disregard of social norms like shaving your legs and underarms." I said, "I gave up trying to please people a long time ago. It was my misfortune to be born with a body more suited for a Russian Shot putter than a socialite." Ms. Ray smiled, "Teenagers can be cruel, but it doesn't help to defy social norms! For instance the practice of removing body hair on your legs and underarms might make you less of a pariah to your classmates." I responded indignantly, "I have no intention of trying to ingratiate myself to these people by trying to make myself look like them. As they like to say, "You can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear." Ms. Ray said, "You don't have to change yourself to be civil to others. Why not use your physical attributes to improve yourself, and possibly gain the respect of your classmates?" I was puzzled by the question, "What are you talking about?" Ms. Ray said, "You are a large and strong young lady! Why don't you find a way to channel your strengths towards something useful, basketball, or another physical activity that uses your size to the fullest of your abilities?" I wasn't particularly interested in basketball or sports in general, but the fact that someone was actually concerned about my wellbeing was enough for me to want to please her. By that time the locker room was empty, except for the two of us. Ms. Ray said, "I personally have nothing against hairy women, in fact I don't shave my bush. That is why none of the girls has ever seen me nude. I always have on white comfortable tennis shorts that won't reveal just how hairy my crotch is, but I do shave my legs and underarms." To prove her point, she pulled the legs of her white gym shorts and panties aside to expose her pussy. She said, "Why don't we go to Starbucks or Carl's Jr. as soon as we change clothes." She left the locker room to change clothes in the coaching staff's dressing room without waiting for a response. When she returned to the locker room, I was not there. She assumed that I had no interest in talking to her. She slowly made her exit from the gym, and headed for the faculty parking lot. As soon as she rounded the building next to the lot she saw me standing next to her car. It was definitely against school policy for faculty to be driving students home. As she approached her car, she told me, "I can't be seen driving you around town. If you want to talk to me, meet me at the Starbucks on Main Street." I shrugged my shoulders and started walking. By the time I arrived at the Starbucks Ms. Ray was already standing in line to be waited on. When she saw me enter the door, she motioned for me to join her. She asked me what I would like. I was not much of a coffee drinker, so I told her to choose. She ordered two latte grandees, and she led me to one of the white plastic tables outdoors as far away from the other tables as possible. We took a sip from our paper cups before anything was said. She made an observation, "I have noticed that you have one close friend on campus. Are you having a sexual relationship with Kathy?" "I'm not going to answer that question. It is none of your business!" Ms. Ray smiled, "You have answered my question. I'm not going to bust your butt about your sexual preference, because I am also a lesbian. I just don't go around advertising that I eat pussy. As a rule I don't flirt with any of my students, but I have a feeling that you are someone I can trust." I had been defensive until she made that declaration. I also gave a second look at her. I thought she was a nice looking woman, until that moment I had never dared to look at a teacher as a sexual object. Ms. Ray was at least 6-inches shorter than me, she was physically strong though. I knew that she had played college tennis during her collegiate days, and she kept herself in good physical shape by working out with the tennis team or other faculty members all of the time. Having seen what her pussy looked like, I wanted to find out if she was just teasing me, or if she wanted to have sex with me. "I trust you too, but what are we going to do about it?" I asked. Ms. Ray said, "I can't be seen driving you around, but I live close by, if I give you my address you can come by if you like. We can discuss what we like at our leisure." With that said she wrote down her address on a slip of paper and handed it to me. When we finished our coffee, she held my hand and said, "I'll be looking forward to your visit." She dropped our paper cups in a trash can on her way to her car. I watched her drive away, before I read the address again. I started walking towards the street she lived on, and used my cell-phone to call my mother to tell her that I was going to visit Kathy. That would give me plenty of time to get to know Ms. Ray better. It only took me a few minutes to reach her house. I was confident that because of my size none of her neighbors would suspect just how young I was. When I rang her doorbell she answered the door in her normal gym shorts and V-neck jersey top and tennis shoes. As she invited me in, she hugged and kissed me. She was very proud of her athletic achievements and showed me her trophies, along with her home. There was nothing in her home that would suggest that she was a lesbian. The framed photographs were of family and friends. I was curious about who her lovers were, and asked her if I knew any of her girlfriends. Ms. Ray sat me down on her living room couch and told me, "It is not polite to kiss and tell. I can tell you that I have been seeing a faculty member at the high school." "Who is it? "I won't tell, so don't ask anymore!" she said. I didn't press the issue, but I couldn't help trying to figure out who she was. Was there a teacher that I had seen her with that might be her girlfriend. I can't say that I ever saw her in the company of any teacher that looked like they were more than discussing academic matters. Of course there were a few teachers that I found erotically attractive. While I was in deep contemplation about her love life, Ms. Ray placed her hand on my thigh. As her hand worked its way up my thigh, it brought me back to the present. We were sitting so close that her thigh was pressed against mine. I could feel the heat of her flesh through my thin dress. She had a natural smell about her. It was not a perfumed smell at all, but it was a fresh smell of soap. Because of her constantly being outdoors she had a tan, and wore her brunette hair in a ponytail for ease of care. She showered several times a day. When I placed my hand on her right breast I discovered that she wore a spandex sports bra. It held her breasts firmly in place. Ms. Ray understood my desire to feel her natural breasts, and pulled her top over her head. Her sports bra was white so that the color didn't show through her top. When she crossed her arms in front of her body and pulled the bra up, her breasts spilled out from the bottom of the bra as she pulled the bra up and over her head. They were surprisingly much larger than I had suspected. They were soft round melons with areolas that were about the size of a silver dollar in a light pinkish-mauve color, and her nipples were about the size of kidney beans. I couldn't get enough of kissing her lips, and sucking on her breasts. I wished that my own breasts were as big as hers. I spent a lot of time sucking on her nipples. I eventually remembered what her pussy looked like. When I started smelling the pungent aroma of her excited pussy, I could tell Ms. Ray was just as horny as I was. When she felt her pussy leaking her body fluids to lubricate her vagina, she also smelled the aroma of her own pussy. She lifted her butt up off the couch long enough to pull her gym shorts and panties down below her knees then she bicycled her legs to kick her garments free of her feet. After she settled back down on the couch, she turned her body so that she could rest her back on the arm of the couch, and bent her left leg to place it on the couch. That exposed her crotch to me. I must say she was not anywhere near as hairy as me, but she did sport a thick bush on her vulva. I couldn't resist rubbing my nose in it to fill the orifice of my nose with the aroma of musky female scent. My mouth was watering as I lapped at her vagina, until I was ready to take her clitoris into my mouth. I sucked on her clit like it was a nipple on a breast, with my nose buried in her pubic hair. I didn't stop until Ms. Ray went into an orgasmic fit. She slapped my ears with her thighs, and clung to my hair with both hands. She slowly recovered, and had to take charge of pleasing me. She removed my blouse and bra, after which she stroked my armpit hair and licked my underarms. While she was licking my pits she was squeezing my tits almost painfully. She was skilled at sucking tits too. I was getting so excited that my pussy was sweating pussy juice profusely. At some point Ms. Ray had to remove the rest of my clothes to get at my pussy. When she removed my skirt, shoes and socks she stroked my hairy legs as she worked her way up my legs towards my panty covered pussy. There were plenty of hairs growing down the insides of my thighs. The white panties didn't prevent anyone from seeing the dark shadow of compressed dark pubic hair, and there was a trail of hair running from my navel down the center of my body to spread out above the panty like. When Ms. Ray drew her finger down the line of hair she asked, "What is this?" I simply told her, "That is my treasure trail. It leads to my wet treasure!" Ms. Ray smiled, as she ran her hand down the front of my hip hugger panties. She found my wet labia minor and clit with her fingertips. She jilled me until I was soaking wet. Eventually she removed my panties and forced me to lie back against the opposite armrest on the couch, so that she could eat my pussy. It was thrilling to look down at her head and see her face completely covered below her nose by my pubic hair. Ms. Ray even introduced me to a form of sex that I had never dreamed of doing. She licked my asshole, and told me it was called rimming. She made it feel so good that I never wanted her to stop. When I had so many orgasms that I was exhausted, we clung to each other for a long time. Ms. Ray sweetly suggested that I let her shave my underarms and legs. I couldn't resist her wish, so I agreed. She went to her bathroom and returned with a basin filled with warm water, a couple of towels, shaving cream and a safety razor. After having me sit on one towel she applied lather on my underarms and shaved both pits clean. Then applied plenty of lather to my legs and shaved my legs right up to the junction of my legs and torso. She deliberately left my treasure trail. When she was finished cleaning me up, she ate my pussy one more time. I felt almost naked walking home with my legs clean shaven. The next time I visited Kathy she had to comment on my lack of hair on my armpits and legs, but added that it looked fine on me. It was several months later that I went to Kathy's home to visit her, but when I arrived at her house, her mother told me that Kathy was spending the weekend with her grandparents. I was a little heartsick because I was horny for some sex. I thanked her, and turned to return home, but her mother stopped me. "Bertha, why don't you come in and keep me company?" she asked. I accepted, without a thought of anything but visiting the mother of my best friend. She insisted on making me something to eat and made a pitcher of lemonade. We sat at the kitchenette table while we ate, drank and talked. She was asking me a lot of questions about what I did and liked. I had joined the girl's basketball team. For the first time in my life my size was an asset. I was even getting some respect from my classmates. There were very few of them accusing me of being a lesbian, as if I gave a shit about what they thought. Kathy's mother reached across the narrow table and placed her hand on top of mine, and said, "Why don't you call me Anne?" I felt funny calling the mother of my best friend by her first name, but I would do anything to please her, after all she never made a fuss about us having sex with each other even while she was in the house. Anne continued stroking my hand, and encouraged me to drink the lemonade, because she didn't want it to go to waste. I must have drunk three 16-ounce glasses before my bladder let me know I needed to relieve myself. I asked to be excused long enough to use the ladies room. Anne led me to the bathroom, but didn't leave as I hiked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. It was embarrassing to me to have the woman standing there while I sat down, but nature couldn't be held any longer. The noise of the golden liquid splashing into the water of the porcelain bowl gave proof that I was peeing. To my astonishment Anne approached me and placed her hand between my legs and stuck her fingers into the flow of liquid. When the flow trickled to a stop, she stuck her finger right up my pussy and jilled me. Before long my legs were jerking, and she kissed me on the mouth. She wiped my pussy for me, and pulled me to my feet. She led me to her bedroom without even allowing me to pull my panties up. They were still down around my knees, effectively hobbling me, so that my steps were only about six inches long. In her bedroom she unzipped the back pf my dress and pulled the dress up and over my head. I had to lift my arms to allow her to pull the dress off without ripping it. That left me standing there with my panties around my knees. Anne made me sit on her bed while she removed my shoes and socks before she removed my panties. She moved me to the middle of the bed. As big as I was, she moved me like I was a child. She felt my breasts very appreciatively. When she saw my treasure trail leading to my pubic bush, she said, "I had no idea how hairy you were!" I made the simply observation, "You should have seen me before I was shaved." I lifted my arm and rubbed my smooth underarm, and ran a hand over my shaved leg. Anne ran her fingers through my pubic hair She seemed to be enjoying playing with my pubic hair, but she eventually went down on me. She ate my pussy until I had a marvelous orgasm. While I recovered she cuddled me in her arms, and asked me if I would spend the weekend with her. My heart was still pounding, and I was sweating profusely. I had to untangle my body from hers long enough to retrieve my cell-phone. I called home, and pleadingly asked my mother if I could spend the weekend with Kathy. I deliberately did not say anything about her mother. My mother asked to speak to her mother, so I simply handed her the phone while resting on her tits. Anne assured my mother that I was welcome to stay the weekend with her daughter. Then she closed the phone and handed it back to me, and kissed me on the cheek. The rest of the weekend was a wondrous excursion of sex. Before it ended Anne pleaded with me to not tell Kathy about our relationship. I made my way home before Kathy was due home. My relationship with her mother remained a secret for many months. It was inevitable that no matter how hard we tried to keep our love affair from Kathy, she eventually found out. She was hurt, and refused to talk to me for months. I eventually had to talk to her about it. She had been avoiding me, but I arranged to arrive at her home before she could get away. Her mother insisted that she stay long enough to talk to me. It took some persuasion to get her to accept that I could love both of them. She was reluctant to share her mother with me, but with time I was able to even have sex with Kathy, and after she was satisfied, leave her bed for her mother's. Anne seemed to even enjoy the smell and taste of Kathy's pussy all over my face and body. I was also still seeing Ms. Ray too. The relationships lasted throughout high school. As the academic year was coming to an end I became disturbed, because I was going to be leaving home to attend college up state at the university, and I didn't know anyone up there. One evening while I was lying in Ms. Ray's arms after an evening of glorious sex I confessed my regret that we wouldn't be close enough to enjoy sex with each other, and I didn't know anyone up there either. Ms. Ray was very understanding, she understood that this was the first time I would be away from home, and I was already experiencing some homesickness. She assured me that I would make new friends at college. In fact she even suggested that she could make some inquiries among some friends of hers, to see if she could find someone to look after me while I was away at school. A few days later she gave me the name, and phone number of a woman that happened to be the head of the psychology department. I thought about it and decided to call the number that night. When a warm female voiced said hello I introduced myself, and explained to Ms. Nina Baxter that I was going to be a student at her college next fall, and that a friend had given me her number as a person I could trust. This was going to be the first time away from home and my close women friends. She asked me who had given me her number and I told her that it was my high school teacher Ms. Ray. She paused for a moment, then she assured me that I should look her up the first chance I got to come up for a visit of the campus. As it turned out my mother and I had to go up there for an orientation meeting if a couple of weeks. I told her about the day my mother and I would be there to see the campus. She assured that she would be looking for my call. Mother and I made the flight up to the campus and were greeted by a volunteer to show the new incoming students and their parents the campus. We were shown all of the different buildings housing different disciplines, the library, cafeteria, student store and lounge. The guide even showed the student housing and the Greek houses. We were informed that all incoming freshmen had to live in the student dorms for the first year. During lunch I called Ms. Baxter and informed her of the hotel where my mother and I were spending the night. As soon as she had me on the phone she asked me where we were, and I told her we were having lunch at the cafeteria. She asked me what I was wearing, so I gave her a god description of what my mother and I were wearing. She assured me that she would be right there. I waited anxiously for her arrival. I checked out every woman that entered the cafeteria for her. I had no idea what she would look like. I dismissed any girl that looked too young. I was beginning to think she wouldn't come soon enough to catch us before the tour would begin again. Just when I was about to give up a woman about forty entered the door. She looked very professional. She was wearing a business suit. The blue skirt was short enough to expose her knees with a modest slit up the left thigh. The jacket matched the skirt, and she was wearing a silk scarf around her neck with the ends tucked into the jacket. The sound of her three inch heels clicking on the tile floor as she approached our table drew the attention of the group we were with. She recognized the two of us from my description from among the group. She approached my mother and introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Dr. Nina Baxter!," to my mother, "and a close friend has called about Bertha coming to our school, and suggested that I look after me, and welcome you to our campus! Let me finish showing you around.". Mother took her outstretched hand and shook it. She told her our names, and thanked her for her interest in helping me. Nina invited us to a tea party she was holding at her residence that evening. She did show us a lot more about the school after lunch. She was very skilled at communicating with my mother and me. She learned a lot about both of us by our responses. She even drove us to our hotel and told us that she would pick us up at 7:00pm, dress was causal, and so there was no need to dress for a formal event. Mother and I showered and took our time getting dressed. Even though we were told that it was a casual party, Mother selected a sexy black sleeveless sheath that was tight enough to show off her attributes. She couldn't wear a bra, so all she had on under the dress were hip hugger panties, self- supporting dark nylons and black three inch pumps. The only accessory she wore was a string of freshwater pearls. She brushed her hair out with soft waves. The only thing she carried in her clutch was and ID, lipstick, credit cards, hotel access card and some money. I wanted to look more mature than my age, so I selected a dress more fitting for my mother than me. I have always felt putting a sexy party dress on me is like putting a tutu on a pig, but I did in an attempt to make a good impression on my possible mentor. Being so damned tall always means that even long dresses hardly cover my knees, so an average dress reveals more thigh than I like. I have to spend as much as 150 dollars to find a bra to fit me, and the shoulder straps have to be wide enough to prevent cutting into my shoulders. As much as I hate wearing high heels I did pick two inch pumps. If I chose to put on nylons I would not be able to sit down without exposing the tops, so I chose not to wear nylons. True to her word Doctor Nina called our room from the lobby. Mother and I talked about what we thought the tea party was going to be like. We both figured it would be boring as hell in the elevator on the way down. The home was just about what you would expect a college professor to live in. It was near the campus, and on a tree lined street. The front of the house was an ivy covered brick structure with French windows and the front door had a cut glass insert combined with panels on either side of the door that almost suggested a family crest. We were escorted through the house, and shown where to leave our coats and such, and where the powder rooms were located on our way to the outdoor patio. There was something like twenty people out there. It was almost an equal mix of female adults and presumably undergraduates. One of the women asked us if we wanted tea or something stronger. We didn't see many of them with cups and saucers in their hands. Most had tall frosted glasses with either clear or golden liquid in them. Mother and I accepted vodka and soda on the rocks. We were introduced to the other guests. Mother was impressed with the credentials of the adult women. The students were also very cordial to us. Everything was going well and we were both getting a little drunk. I eventually had to visit the powder room to relieve my bladder. When I emerged Nina waylaid me and clung to my upper arm as she led me up the stairs. She told me how much she was impressed with my size. She told me that she found full bodied women and girls to be so much more interesting. When we were at the top of the stairs she pinned me against the wall, and kissed me on the mouth at the same time she shoved her knee between my legs until our pussies were pressed against each other's thighs. It was obvious that Nina had breasts that had to be at least 36-DD size, and they were pressed against my belly. She placed her hands on both of my tits and squeezed them firmly. I was getting so horny my panties were wet. She even pulled my tits over the top of the bodice of my dress and started sucking on my nipples. She pulled the hem of my dress up and stuffed her hand down the front of my panties. She rolled my clit around in her fingers before stuffing two fingers up my vagina and finger fucking me until I had an orgasm. When she removed her fingers she smelled them and sucked them clean. That was when I remembered my mother, and became concerned about her looking for me. I expressed my concern to Nina and she led me to a window overlooking the patio. As I crossed my arms on the windowsill and looked down upon the patio I saw my mother sitting between a woman about her age, and one of the students. Nina was standing behind me, and pointed out that the woman was the mother of the girl sitting on the other side. While I was watching the action on the patio, Nina flipped my skirt up over my back side, and pulled my panties aside, and stuck a couple of fingers into my pussy and her thumb up my ass. She was jilling me while I watched the woman feel up my mother's breasts, while her daughter was kissing my mother. I watched them undressing my mother, and they sucked her tits, frigged her pussy. While one ate her pussy the other one straddled Mom's hips to present their pussy to my mother. Mom ate both of their pussies. I had a couple of orgasms while watching, and having Nina masturbating me. When we went downstairs Mother was lying on a chaise lounge naked, and another guest was sitting on her face. That was why she didn't see my return. When the woman was satisfied and dismounted, Mother saw me, and was ashamed to have me catch her naked and engaged in sex with another woman. She begged me not to be upset with her, and I relieved her apprehensions by kissing her on the lips. They still smelled of pussy juice. I couldn't resist parting her legs and kissing her on the pussy. I ate my mother's pussy right there in front of all of the party goers. We had a lot to talk about when we got home. We just couldn't discuss everything on the plane ride home, so we were quiet. As soon as we retrieved our car from the parking lot, I asked Mother, "What happened when I went to the powder room?" Mother kept her eyes on the road, but responded, "As soon as you left the patio Dr. Baxter told that mother and daughter couple to entertain me. The other party goers were soon coupling up, while the mother and daughter joined me on the outdoor bench, and started complimenting me and telling me how much they were attracted to tall full bodied women. The mother unfastened the Velcro strap around my neck holding up the front of my cocktail dress. As my tits spilled out they both claimed a tit to play with." I said, "I had no idea that you were into that kind of sex?" Mother responded, "I have had sex with several other women over the years! I guess you might as well know that any time you were spending the night at Kathy's, I called my old friend Mary to spend the night with me! Yes, I knew you were fucking Kathy for years. A picture of my mother having sex with her friend flashed across my mind. I had grown up calling her Auntie Mary, and accepting her as family, even though we were not related at all. Then it hit me, MOTHER HAD KNOWN I WAS FUCKING KATHYALL ALONG! I had not been fooling her, "How long have you known I was fucking Kathy?" Mother softy said, "I have known from the first time you brought her home. I heard the two of you in your bedroom making love to each other! You were not as quiet as you thought! I chose not to say anything, because I figured you might change your mind about your sexual orientation when you got older!" My head was spinning, my mother had known I was fucking my best friend for years, and had never said anything. I sat there in stunned silence as I thought about all of the times I had seen her naked body, and wanted to play with her breasts and pussy. When we got home we were both too wound up to go to sleep. We were up most of the night confessing to each other about our sexual relationships with other women. Mother didn't know that I was also fucking Kathy's mother and my gym teacher Ms. Ray. Mother told me about the first woman to introduce her to lesbian sex. Apparently when Mother was a pre-teen she had been left in the care of a neighbor lady after she got home from school. The woman befriended her, and talked to her about sex. Because of her size boys teased her, and worst of all ignored her socially. The women assured her that males are pigs, and even if she did date them that would only use her sexually and leave her. The woman told her the best way to release her sexual frustration was to have sex with women. It felt good and there would be no unwanted pregnancies. Mother said the woman was a very good lover, and she slept with her for years. She told me that after high school she wanted a family, and that was why she married my father. We got so sleepy that we agreed we had to go to bed, so we got undressed and I went to bed with her. We were so tired all we could do was kiss as we clung to each other, and drifted off to sleep. In the morning we discussed having a party to introduce each other to our lovers. At school I talked to Kathy about her and her mother coming to my house for a party before I head off to college. Later that day I invited Ms. Ray to a party at my house that weekend. I assured her it was my going away party, and I wanted all of my close friends to be there. She couldn't refuse. Mother had invited Mary to the party, along with a couple of other women I knew but not very well. When Friday evening arrived Mother and I prepared the house for a party. We had plenty to drink, and finger food set out, so that our guests could eat any time they cared to. We deliberately wanted to shock our guests by greeting them at the door in practically nothing. We bought Victoria Secret see through dressing gowns that would allow our guests to see our naked bodies under the gowns. As our guests arrived their shock was evident, but the party turned out to be one weekend long orgy. I got to say my goodbyes to everyone at the party. Of course my goodbyes consisted of sucking everyone's tits and pussies. True to her word Dr. Baxter had made an arrangement with the university for me to live with her instead of at the freshman dorm. I was treated like her daughter, with benefits during my undergraduate years. I got to party with all of her friends, and when my friends and Mother visited, it was one big party. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.