Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2007 16:57:39 -0500
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Locker Room Lovers Part 2

Jenna and I couldn't keep our eyes off each other. My boyfriend thought
we had hit it off like no other - he had no idea. For that matter, until
just now, I had no idea she was my boyfriend's mother. As if that was
going to stop me now.

Earlier in the afternoon, we had met in a health club sauna and had a
very passionate sexual encounter, but neither of us had any idea who the
other one was. I used a fake name, and so did she. But she could have
called me whatever she wanted.

Over dinner, Jenna suggested that she go shopping with me tomorrow. I
agreed without thinking, although I always told my boyfriend I didn't
enjoy shopping (I don't, but the idea of doing it with Jenna in a
dressing room was incredibly hot.) He protested, trying to get me all to
himself - but Jenna saved the day by telling him that she set up a tee
time for the boys. They were out of our hair for most of the day
tomorrow, and we could take our time 'shopping.'

That night, my boyfriend tried to initiate sex, but I protested, telling
him that his 'traditional' parents wouldn't approve, when really, I was
just saving my sexual energy for his sexy mom the next day. No doubt she
was doing the same. I slept in the guest bedroom and 'borrowed' Jenna's
vibrator and my boyfriend's private collection - for someone with such a
'traditional' family, he sure did have a nice collection of lesbian DVDs.

Fortunately, the boys were already asleep by the time I started, so I
wasn't a bit scared when I heard my door open. Just as I suspected, it
was Jenna, who was completely nude. She slipped into my room, and I saw
the beaming smile on her face when she saw the DVD I was watching - an
older woman with a younger one.

She climbed into bed with me and set the vibrator aside, replacing it
with her soft, sexy hands. She kissed my mouth, and I kissed her back; we
tongued for an entire scene, completely missing the climax between the
mature babe and the younger one. She broke the kiss in the middle of a
scene between two strippers, and we watched and did as they did.

The brunette stripper looked a little older and sexier, so Jenna played
as her; I played as the ditzy, uninitiated blonde. As Kayla, the brunette
stripper, caressed the blonde's voluptuous breasts (and I just loved that
the blonde was named Crystal like me,) Jenna did the same with her
sensuous hands. She caressed my very sensitive nipples, sending chills
down my spine, as she tongued my mouth. She was incredible. I could have
seen her as a stripper.

Crystal the stripper grabbed her lover's breasts, too, and I grabbed
Jenna's. I felt her up as she was feeling me up. I couldn't get enough of
her sexy, naked body pressing against me and touching me. She had
perfect, flawless skin and delicious curves, just like me. She was hotter
than the stripper she was playing as, and I didn't have to think about
Kayla the stripper - even if it was fun to think about us doing the same
thing two other girls were doing.

I forgot about the movie and guided Jenna between my legs; I wanted my
pussy licked. She didn't need any convincing - she slid right under the
covers and got right to work. Her tongue was very experienced; I could
tell I wasn't her first by a long shot.

I squeezed my breasts and licked my nipples as she went to work, not
slowing down and digging right in with her tongue. She grabbed my ass
with her hands, making me arch my back and try to keep from moaning too
loud.

It was hard not to moan, though; she was phenomenal. I wasn't sure where
she learned to eat pussy, but wherever it was, they did a hell of a job
teaching. I had to bury my face in one of the pillows just to muffle the
noise; she was that good. I had no idea being with a woman felt as good
as it did. I had always been told it was wrong. It couldn't be wrong if
it felt as good as it did.

She gave me the second mind-blowing orgasm of my life, the first being
the one at the locker room. I knew my boyfriend was a sound sleeper and
wouldn't hear me, but it didn't cross my mind at the time. In fact,
nothing crossed my mind except the intensity of the orgasm and the fact
that a goddess of a woman was giving it to me. It felt so incredibly
right.

She slinked back up my naked body and kissed me, and then she wrapped her
sexy body around me and told me her story - she had been a lesbian since
she was 16, and she never forgot her first time with a woman - she was
dating a boy and had a fling with his mom, also a lesbian. He never found
out, and he married that boy. Ever since then, she says she's had a
wonderful marriage and put on the facade of being 'traditional' to cover
up the fact that she loves women.

She excused herself and sneaked back into bed with her husband, and I got
a few hours of sleep and woke up incredibly horny. I couldn't wait to
head off on a shopping trip with the beauty who knew how to please a
woman.

It didn't take long to figure out that we weren't going to the mall. She
had on sexy lingerie underneath, the kind I knew she was wearing for me -
red and lacy. That had to be a thong underneath. She had smiled when she
noticed I wasn't wearing a bra. I never go braless - except for her.

Jenna pulled the car up to a motel just outside of town, got us a room
for a few hours, and we immediately got naked and started
tongue-wrestling. We grabbed each other's asses, pressed our bare breasts
together, and kissed like the lovers we were. At that point, I was in
love with her and didn't care who knew it.

I stroked her gorgeous hair, caressed her back, and we kissed for what
felt like hours. I didn't care how long we had the room for; we weren't
going anywhere until we were satisfied, and I knew we were coming back
tomorrow. I whispered in her ear that we should just go at it like the
crazy bitches we were. She smiled and agreed.

She got on top of me in a 69 position; I spread my legs and buried my
face between hers. She went to work right as I did, working me over with
her tongue and grabbing my ass. Her experience really showed, as she paid
no attention to my tongue and darted in with hers.

I licked her pussy fast and without mercy, clutching her gorgeous ass
cheeks as she gave it to me with her mature tongue. We felt each other up
as we gave each other the sweet pleasure we had been saving all night. I
had never dreamed of being with another woman until Jenna. I wanted her
all to myself. She was all mine.

We brought each other to orgasm at the same time, moaning, screaming, and
sweating all the way there. We shouted each other's names and all kinds
of lusty shouts as we climaxed together, loving every second of it. We
didn't let up a bit, too entwined with each other to even think about
anything else...

...so we didn't notice that the boys had found us in mid-orgasm. There
was my boyfriend holding back rage and Jenna's husband almost in tears
from seeing his wife with another woman. There was nothing at all to
explain, and neither Jenna nor I regretted it for a second. It didn't
matter that the guys were upset. They had to find out some time.

That week, Jenna's husband filed for divorce, and my boyfriend broke up
with me on the spot. We left and headed to Jenna's sister's place and
told her everything. Fittingly, Jenna's sister was named Kayla and was a
stripper, and she had been openly lesbian since she was 20. She and her
current lover Mercedes welcomed us, and we had the time of our lives that
weekend.

Jenna and I are still madly in love, having gotten a place of our own. I
finished college, and we celebrated the same way we always do - a
threesome with one of Kayla and Mercedes' stripper co-workers. And she's
just arriving now...