Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2017 17:32:21 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: Empty Nest Syndrome (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, F/f, F/Ff) Adult Youth, oral, F/f, 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 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. Copyright 2017 Jan, all rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for a future story. Empty Nest Syndrome By Jan The fact that my youngest son was off to college out of state, it finally dawned on me that I was on my own for the first time in my life. I had married right out of high school and started a family right away. I had three children all boys, and set about bring up three rowdy boys. I settled down to transporting them to school, baseball practice and dealing with the normal issues when they did something inappropriate. The normal drudgery of running a household consumed so much of my time I aged quickly. I never had enough time to exercise like I should, and feeding four hungry males exposed me to more food than I should have eaten, as a result I gained at least forty extra pounds. I neglect my looks, so I rarely wear makeup, and cut off my long flowing blonde hair, long ago for ease of maintenance. I was not the bubble headed teenage my husband had married. In truth, he was no longer the sleek athletic man I had married either. He had gone from a 34-inch waist to a 42-inch waist. He smoked too much as well. Three years ago, he asked for a divorced, so that he could marry a younger woman he had gotten pregnant. The only satisfaction I got from it all was that now that he was older and slowing down he was having to deal with a young wife that wanted to party and deal with changing diapers of an infant. I was legally entitled to use his Sir name, but I preferred to use my family name, so I had my name returned the one my parents gave me, Tina Jones. All of the boys were all just about grown. The oldest had finished college and had a good job half way across the country and was starting his own family. The middle child was just about to graduate from college, and his prospects for meaningful employment was excellent. The baby was settled in at his college of choice. Even though I wouldn't receive child support any more. Not that I ever received support that often anyway. I managed to find a job in advertising that allowed me to earn a modest living. I hadn't thought much about sex in years, and I started thinking that I had been missing out on living. I daydreamed about my most satisfying sexual experiences, and realized that my happiest days were when I was a pre-pubescent girl. I actually enjoyed the slumber parties with my girlfriends. We sat up all night listening to music, drinking the booze from the host parent's liquor cabinets, and sucking each other's pussies. I looked back on those days fondly. I remembered that when I was 13-yers-old I fell in love with the mother of a school friend. I was rebelling against my parents, and this woman befriended me. I could talk to her about anything. When sex came up she understood my feelings and showed an interest in my feelings. Our parting hugs and kissed became more emotional. It led to us making love to each other. I loved the feeling of attachment while sucking on her tits. We eventually performed oral and analingus sex on each other. I found myself thinking about those days several times a day. One day I was driving home from the grocery store and saw a young teenager that lived on the same cul-de-sac as my home. I knew that her name was Chrystal. She was in the company of some other teenagers. They were talking nonstop and they were all smoking cigarettes. There was one girl that was obviously the alpha leader. She looked older, and had bleached blonde hair. She was wearing a cut off T- shirt and cut of jeans. I'm talking about frayed jeans so short that the white front pockets were visible out from under the frayed legs. I wouldn't have paid much attention except the girl had a grip on Chrystal's butt. I didn't think much about it, as I reached the next stop light at the next intersection and witnessed a driver make a left turn from the lane closest to the right curb. The driver cut off two other cars. It was a couple of days later when I happened to be visiting a friend around the block, and witnessed Chrystal rounding the corner and hike up her skirt to expose a lot more thigh. About that time an old Honda Civic pulled up to the curb. I noticed that the driver was a blonde. That instantly caused me to recall the last time I had seen Chrystal. I witnessed her open the passenger car door and get in. I saw her lean over and kiss the driver before the car pulled away. I was a casual friend of Chrystal's mother. I thought to myself that I had to visit her mother and become a better friend. The next day I made the effort to stop by the Chrystal's home after work. My relationship had been on a casual neighborly friendship with the mother. I knew that her name was Rose Henderson. When she answered the door, I told her that I had been a neglectful neighbor, and wanted to rectify that by becoming better a neighbor. Rose welcomed me into her home and insisted on getting me something to drink, as she ushered me to the most comfortable chair in the living-room. I accepted the offer of bottled water. She returned with a couple of bottled waters. She settled down in the chair next to the one I was in. As she opened her bottle she said, "I have been wanting to take a break all afternoon. How are the boys?" I gave her a quick recap of their activities, and lamented about suffering from "the empty nest syndrome." I have a lot more time on my hands. I asked her about her daughter and pretended not to remember her name. I was sure that she was aware that her daughter was rebelling, even if she didn't know about the kind of girls she was hanging out with. That would give her a chance to vent her spleen. Rose reminded me that her daughter's name was Chrystal, before expressing frustration with her daughter. She complained that she was becoming impossible. She rebels against any attempt to reason with her. She is hanging out with a bad group of girls. I know she is drinking and smoking. I can smell it on her breath and clothes. I sympathized with her plight, and said that my boys went through a rebellious phase where they knew everything, and I was an old irrelevant woman from the past generation that doesn't know what's happening now. Now that they are making a living and dealing with the same things I protected them from they are finding out I was not as stupid as they thought. After drinking the water my bladder demanded that I needed to empty it. I asked permission to use her bathroom. Of course, she gave me permission and told me where to find it. I made my way to the bathroom and went about reliving myself. While sitting on the thrown I checked out the labels on the shampoo .and body soap she used just to pass the time. When I finished cleaning up I rejoined Rose in the living room. We continued or discussing the difficulties of raising children. Chrystal soon entered the house, and as she passed by I could smell the stale cigarette odor clinging to her clothes. She looked at me with distain as she ignored her mother on her way to her room. Rose was obviously upset and I commiserated with her before making my exit, so that she could confront her daughter. One Friday evening while doing some shopping for groceries I was loading my car from the shopping cart, and saw Chrystal staggering as she tried to walk home. I quickly finished stowing my groceries in the back of my car, and drove my car down the street to catch up with her. I pulled the car up to curb and lowered the window of the passenger door and called out to Chrystal. It took her a moment for her to recognized me. I offered her a ride, assuring her that she was in no condition to be walking the home. She tried to reject my offer at first, but she stumbled and had to catch herself by grabbing the door handle. She eventually opened the door and almost fell into the seat. I had to help her close the door and buckle the seat belt. I suggested she was in no shape to go home, and offered to take her to my house, so that she could sober up. Her response was, "Whatever" I drove her to my house and used the remote control to open the garage door, and closed it behind us before helping her unfasten her seatbelt. I led her into the house through a door leading to the hallway. I led her to the living-room and sat her on the couch. I think you should sober up before I take you home. Making you drink a lot of coffee would only make you a wide awake drunk. Inducing you to vomit wouldn't be pleasant, so I suggest that I call your mother and suggest that you spend the night at my house. Chrystal accepted that option. I phoned her mother and asked her if Chrystal could help me paint my family room. Her mother willingly agreed, so I suggested that it would be late and she might as well spend the night here. Again, she greed. I found an old pair of my youngest son's pajamas and gave them to Chrystal. I suggest that you change, and I will wash your clothes while you sleep- it-off in my son's old bedroom. She thanked me and started struggling with her clothes. I thought better than to try and help her in case she might accuse me of molesting her. She eventually removed her clothes and put on the pajamas. She was only able to keep the bottoms up because of the drawstring. The legs were so long they completely covered her feet. As she flopped on the bed, I told her where the bathroom was in case she needed to use it, and gather up her clothes to wash them. I took her clothes to the laundry room and sorted them in peroration of washing them. When I inspected her panties, I noticed the crotch had mauve lipstick stains, and Chrystal wasn't wearing lipstick at all. I added my own laundry to her sorted clothes and turned on the machine. In the morning, I went about doing my usual Saturday business while waiting for Chrystal to wake up. She eventually came shuffling into the kitchen, and complaining about her headache. I suggested that a hair of the dog might help. She welcomed anything. I made her a "Bloody Mary." She took a sip and asked what was in it. I told her that it was a mix of V-8 vegetable juice, tobacco sauce, a raw egg and a shot of vodka. When she finished drinking it, she asked where her clothes were. I told her that I washed them last night, and suggested that she take a bath or shower. I would bring them to the bathroom. I added that there was a new toothbrush in there. When she returned to the kitchen she looked like a new person. I asked her if she was ready to eat. She admitted that she still felt like hell but she needed something because her stomach feels like it is tied in knots. I made her breakfast, and while she ate I engaged her in conversation. I pointed out that her mother knew she was drinking and smoking, but I doubt that she is aware that you are engaging in lesbian sex with your friends. Chrystal almost panicked, before she asked how I knew what she had been doing. I calmly pointed out that I had found lipstick stains on the crotch of her panties, and she hadn't been wearing lipstick. It was obvious that a female had been kissing your crotch. She pleaded with me not to tell her parents. I told her that was why I had called her mother to get permission for her to spend the night here helping me paint a room, and had washed her clothes to get rid of the smell of booze and tobacco. From now on any time you feel the need to party with your friends you can come here to clean up before going home. I just suggest that you be careful about how much you drink, someone could take advantage of you. Chrystal couldn't thank me enough. Over the following months I learned the names of her friends. The bleached blonde was Vicki and the other girls went by nicknames like Booty, Fingers, Legs, Lips, and Stinky. Vicki's mother was called Big Mama. Apparently Big Mama allowed the girls to party at her house, and even partied with them. One weekend Chrystal told me that she had been at a party last night. Apparently, there had been another older woman at the party. Vicki and her had been paired up with the two women. Big Mama had selected her and call her Princess. Big Mama had taken Chrystal to bed with her. She sat on her face and fucked her with a dildo. She did enjoy having sex with Big Mama, but after Big Mama finished fucking her the other woman came in and started slapping her around before she grabbed her by the hair and forced her to eat her pussy and rim her asshole. I told Chrystal, "It sounds like they are grooming you to be lesbian whore for them." Chrystal suddenly had a look on her face that indicated that she hadn't thought about that prospect. I pressed the subject, "Why would you subject yourself to being sold like that? If you want the love of a mother there are plenty of older women that would love to have a sexy girl like you." Chrystal wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me as she kissed me on the lips. It happened so unexpectable and unsolicited, that it started me. I was embarrassed by her action. There was no denying that I was attracted to her. I had always wanted a daughter. I had lived with the testosterone of four males for decades, and always wanted a daughter to dote over. I found myself responding to her advance. I felt my breasts swell and my clit throb. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and returned the kiss. When we broke the kiss I told her, "If you are serious about this, I don't want to share you with Big Mama and Vicki! I want you to stop hanging out with those girls and Big Mama! If you want sex! I well give you all the sex you can handle!" Chrystal smiled and said, "I have never wanted anything more in my life." Her arms were still clinging to my neck. I placed my hands on her butt and picked her. She wrapped her legs round my waist as I carried her to my bedroom. It wasn't until I placed her on my bed that I thought about myself. After my youngest son went off to college I had not thought about myself that much I hadn't shaved my legs, underarms and crotch in months. I hadn't bathed in a couple of days. I also remembered that I was wearing an old pair of old baggy panties. I instantly felt insecure about undressing in front of this adorable young girl. I even tried to apologies and worn her that I hadn't planned on entraining today. I was only wearing a halter top with baggy shorts over my old granny panties and comfortable slippers without socks. I didn't mind pulling off my halter top. Even though my breasts were no longer the firm youthful perky things they had been as young woman, with age they had become much larger and heavier. When I removed the halter, and lifted them up with my hands Christal's eyes reflected admiration for them. Chrystal slide off the bed, and reached out grasping my breasts and massaging them. As I supported them she took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could. It came as a surprise when she lifted my right arm and stuck her nose in my armpit hair and smelled it. She even started licking my hairy armpit. I had been embarrassed about not having shaved in months, and it surprised me that this adorable young girl was so excited about my smelly hairy armpits. I was a little reticent about removing my shorts, because I was a little embarrassed about fact that I was wearing old baggy panties with stains in the crotch, and also with an abundant number of holes. Chrystal took it out of my hands by unfastening my shots and shoving them down. I responded quickly by yanking down my old panties, but as I stepped out of them Chrystal picked them up and smelled the seedy crotch. She even sucked on the crotch. I was well aware that the crotch had a pungent odor of my crotch, urine stains, and the brown stain of my asshole. Chrystal was still clinging to my panties as she knelt in front of me, and buried her nose in my hairy crotch and started licking my pussy. She was doing her best to plaster my hair against my flesh with her saliva. She was obviously very good at sucking pussy. She managed to get my clitoris into her mouth and nursed on it like a baby nurse on a nipple. It didn't take long before I had an earth-shaking orgasm that left me panting and extoling her virtues with a string of expletives. After a quick recovery, I placed her back on the bed to relive my youthful explorations of young girls. I pulled her jersey top over her head to expose the fact that Chrystal wasn't wearing a bra, and she didn't need one at all. Her breasts were conical shaped with puffy areolas capped with small grape sized nipples. I massaged them and suckled on them until she was suffering for want of an orgasm. I interrupted my adoration of her breasts to finish undressing her. She was wearing blue jean shorts that were so tight that they looked like they were painted on, and the seam of the crotch of her shorts wedged between the lips of her vagina, creating that looked called "a camel toe." When I started struggling with top button on the shorts I had to ask, "Were you ten years old when these shorts were bought?" Chrystal chuckled, "I work hard to find shorts tight enough for me!" "Honey, if these were any tighter your crotch would be split in two from clit to asshole!" Chrystal let out a big belly laugh. I struggled pulling the remaining buttons open, and still had to struggle to pull the shorts down her shapely leg. While down there I pulled her cheap canvas-tennis shoes off. She had deliberately beaten down the heel of the shoes, so she could slip into them like crocks. I sat back to admire her body before removing her panties. There wasn't much to remove at all. They were not much more and a G-string. As I started rolling them down at the hips I exposed her vulva. It was shaved and trimmed into a narrow landing strip no more than an inch and a half long ending at the opening of her pussy. I slipped my hands under her butt and lifted her butt up to meet my mouth. I relished the taste of her pussy. It was so young looking. If it went for that little strip of pubic hair her pussy would look like a prepubescent girl's. I took my time licking her pussy because until it was pure torture for her. She was begging me to suck her cunt harder. I enjoyed the raw meaty taste of her pussy as I drove my tongue deep into her vagina. Her little labia minor was little flabby wings covering the opening and the nub of a clit. While I sucked her pussy, I worked my index finger into her asshole. That was all it took for her to have an orgasm that ended with her squirting into my mouth. We wallowed around on my bed hugging and kissing until I became aware that she needed to get dressed and go home. I was fully aware that it wouldn't due for her to go home smelling of my pussy all over her face and body, so I insisted on her washing up. That was when I remembered that I had an unopened bar of soap that was the same brand as her mother's. I walked to the bathroom and retrieved that bar of soap and opened it for her. I reminded her to wash her face. "You don't want to kiss your mother smelling and tasting of my cunt! When she was presentable I walked her to the door and kissed her cheek and thanked her for making me feel like a woman again. After her departure, I felt the need to take a bath and get out my Lady Gillette, and shave my legs, underarms and my pussy. Like Chrystal I left a little triable patch above my pussy opening. Chrystal stopped by my house every day for a couple of weeks. I was disappointed when she didn't come by early on the second Saturday. I had deliberately bought sexy lavender matching lace bra and panties. I had put on a nice dress for the occasion. I hadn't worn heels in months, but I wanted my legs to look their best. I was drinking my second mug of coffee when the front doorbell rang. I rushed to answer the door. When I opened the door I was taken aback, because standing in front of me was a mountain of a woman with bleached blonde hair as old as me if not a little older. I asked, "May I help up?" "Are you Mrs. Jones?" "Yes" "I'm Vicki's mother, and I would like to have a word with you about Chrystal." I wondered why she wanted to talk to me, so I invited her in. As I led her to my kitchen and dining area I took her measure. I could well understand why the girls called her "Big Mama." She was a good four inches taller than me and had to weigh close to three- hundred pounds. I offered her something to drink; like water, coffee, tea or wine. She preferred the wine. I poured a couple of glasses of port. After she tasted her wine, I waited for her to get around to the point of her visit. I also wondered how my name came up in connection with Chrystal. I sat my glass down and waited for her to say what was on her mind. She lowered her glass and looked me in the eye. "I sought out Chrystal this morning to find out why she has been avoiding my daughter, and she informed me that she had fallen in love with you. My daughter and I have invested a lot of time grooming her, and I don't appreciate you poaching on our girl." I had to respond, "What you were grooming her for was despicable! I simply told her what you were doing." She said, "I could destroy your reputation by telling her mother where she has been spending her evenings." I laughed in her face, and lied like hell. "I have already told her mother what you were doing and several of you chicks have confessed to her about what you use them for. Big Mama's face got red with rage. I was frightened because I knew that she was stronger than me and could do anything she wanted to me. I had to disarm the situation some way. I said, "When did you first find out you liked pussy?" That question startled her. She paused before she let out a belly laugh. "I was a chubby eight-year- old when one of my mother's sisters had me spend the summer at her home. She invited me to sleep in bed wither. She went to bed naked and told me that it was healthier, and invited me to come to bed naked too. After the lights were out and the moon was the only thing eliminating the room in a soft glow she started feeling me up. It felt good. By the end of that summer I was a confirmed lesbian. We chuckled about that before I told her about myself. I told her about the pajamas parties and about me falling in love with the mother of one of my friends when I was a thirteen-year-old. After was we finished the bottle of Port, she was in a better mood and agreed to leaving Chrystal alone. While have coffee with Chrystal's mother she was pleased that her daughter's behavior had improved so much since I had taken her under my wing. Her clothes no longer smelled like an ashtray. She told me that she had gone through a rebellious period when she had been a teenager herself. She eventually told me that she had engaged in smoking pot and fucked bother males and females. She added, "My husband doesn't know that I had girlfriends that I was having sex with for several years after we were married. I smelled blood figuratively, "What happened to them?" "Oh, after Christal was born and I was so busy looking after her, my friends moved on because I kept begging off when they wanted to make dates to meet." "I told her that I had devoted my life to carrying for my three boys, that I had gotten fatter than I liked. Now that they are gone I have been looking for something to occupy my time. I have been thinking about pursuing physical activity to improve my physical appearance. Rose said, "Tina, you look fine to me!" She reached out and touched my arm. I thanked her, and leaned close to give her a light kiss on the cheek. There was that moment that it could have ended, but Rose turned her head and returned the kiss. The loner we kissed the more intense it became. We started undressing each other. We took turns sucking tits before we removed each other's panties and sucked each other's pussy. E were partying every day after that. I felt that I had better confess my relationship with her daughter before Christal figured out what was going on. I told Rose that I had taken Christal away from a girl named Vicki and her mother called Big Mama. They had been the ones introducing her to smoking, drinking and sex. She took the news better than I would have suspected. We were waiting for Christal when she got home from school. She was disturbed to see us together. We sat her down between us and we explained that we loved her very much and wanted her to understand that we didn't love her any less, even though we were also in love with each other. She was upset with me because she felt betrayed by me. She wanted to hit me, but I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, and kissed her. She was crying but eventually returned the kiss. Rose and I took turns rubbing our tits in her face and sucking her pussy. She had so many orgasms she was exhausted, but she eventually kissed us both. We started jogging together and playing tennis together. I was never going to be 117 pounds again, but I was happy to get down to 125 pounds. Even Rose trimmed down a little. Chrystal was never happier. 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.