Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2009 22:32:18 +0000 (GMT) From: Jim Rimmer Subject: meg's mum : part 3 The story of Meg, and her mum continues.... I would welcome any feedback, and any suggestions, Thanks, TellerTelleroftales68@yahoo.co.uk The smell of pure unadulterated sex was pervading every inch of Meg's bed when her faculties finally allowed Meg to regain some semblance of normality. Meg immediately sensed that the smell was not one to be ashamed of, but one to embrace in it's purest sense, and she inhaled the smell, and loved the way it tantalisingly danced around her nasal receptors . She turned to look at her mum, and was surprised to find that she was alone on the bed. `Mmmm!', she pondered to herself, `wonder where mum went?', but dismissed the idea as soon as she heard the toilet flush in the bathroom down the hall. Meg heard the footfalls coming along the landing, and they stopped outside her door. It seemed eons as far as Meg was concerned before she heard the rap on the door. "Are you awake love?", Meg heard her mum say through the door. "Yes mum", "Good, well I've run a nice hot bath for you love, now don't let it go cold", and Meg heard her mum's footfalls retreat back along the landing, and head down the stairs. Meg was, at last alone, if only for a short time, and as she lay on the bed, she tried once again to rationalise what had happened, but try as she might, she knew that the myriad of questions clogging up her brain could only be answered if she sat down, and talked to her mum, and this, she decided, she would do as soon as she had had a good long soak Meg gingerly stood up, peeled off her now sodden panties, and as she bent to pick them up to throw them into the washing basket, felt the last remnants of cum juice ooze from between her pussy lips. Rather than clean herself with a wet wipe she always kept on the bedside table to clean her make-up off, she slipped her hand between her legs, and cleaned the cum juice off her lips with her fingers. Meg never thought in all her years on the earth that she could produce as much cum as she had, and looked at the almost translucent fluid as it rested on her fingers, and in the palm of her hand, before picking up her panties, and using them to wipe it off. As she was picking up the towel she had used earlier, she glanced into the mirrored door of her wardrobe, and looked straight into her own eyes. Gone was the girly girl look, and peering back at her was someone who she had never seen before, a full blown sensual woman. `Ah!, poppycock!', Meg thought to herself, `It's still me', But deep down she knew that her persona, and her life had changed forever. Meg slipped her body into the tub, and felt the hot soapy water envelope her body, searching out every nook, and cranny of her folds, and creases, and with a deep sigh, closed her eyes, and let the water do it's job. Meg was startled out of her almost comatose state by the rapping on the door. "Meg.....Meg, you ok love?, you`ve been in there an awfully long time, and I`ve brought you up a nice clean towel", "Er!!, yes mum, I'm ok, just relaxing", "Good, is it ok for me to come in?", `This is it `, Meg thought, and she could actually feel the pit of her tummy tighten into knots. "Of course you can ", said Meg, hoping that the inflection her voice did not betray the turmoil she was feeling. As her mum entered the bathroom, Meg instinctively sat up, and in doing so, exposed her glistening breasts. "My, you are so very beautiful Meg", Meg knew it was futile to try to hide her breasts. "Thanks mum, but listen, we need to talk". "I know we do love", and with that, her mum sat down on the toilet, "Now, what do you want to ask me?. Meg knew that she had a hundred and one questions that needed to be answered, but at that precise moment, she couldn't think of a single one. Her inability to relay to her mum all that she wanted to left Meg so deflated she felt the tears welling up, and start to run down her cheeks. "Mum, can you leave me alone for a few minutes please", Meg managed to get out between sobs. "But sweetheart, I can't leave you in this state". "MUM, PLEEAASEE!!!". "OK Meg, if you want me, I'll be in my bedroom". Meg immediately felt remorse for the way she had spoken to her mum, and as if to remedy her plea, said in a much softer tone, "Thanks mum". After her mum had left the bathroom, Meg swilled her face to take away the salty taste of her tears, and used the flannel to wipe her face. As she sat in the now tepid water, Meg began a self question/answer debate in her head. As each question about her sexuality came up, Meg countered it with an answer that she thought was both lucid, and valid. In the end, Meg decided that it was just a one off, or two off, (she smiled ), that had happened , and would best be forgotten, but she knew, as she was saying this to herself, that today was going to affect her forever. Now that she had returned to some normality, Meg realised that it was her own body heat that was keeping the water around her warm, and quickly stood up, reached over to where her mum had placed the towel, and wrapped it around herself and stepped out of the bath, pulled the plug, and started to dry herself as the water swirled around, gravity taking it away. Whether it was the tepid water, or the drying action of the towel on her skin, Meg wasn't sure, but she realised that her nipples were standing erect, and looked positively huge, the dark brown aureole perfectly highlighting the milky white flawless skin of her breasts. She took her left nipple, (for some unknown reason she always thought it the more sensitive of the two), and rolled it around between thumb, and forefinger. She closed her eyes as little shocks of sensation reverberated through her body, and her mind was suddenly locked onto the moment her mum had taken the nipple into her mouth, and expertly used her tongue to bring it to it's full potential. "Shit:shit:shit!!", exhaled Meg, and withdrew her thumb, and forefinger, and banished the thoughts she was harbouring. Meg quickly finished drying herself, and applied some baby lotion hoping that doing the mundane daily routine would keep her from thinking about what had happened to her just a short while ago. She wrapped the towel around herself, hooked it under itself just below her armpits, and opened the door to cross the landing to her bedroom. As she stepped out of the bathroom, Meg glanced down the landing to where her mum's room was, and noticed that her mum's door was ajar, and between door, and jamb she could see her mum lying on the bed, and by the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest, meg ascertained that her mum was having a nap. Moving quietly, so as not to disturb her, Meg walked the short distance to her mum's room, and stood on the threshold. As she watched her mum sleeping, her mind was awash with emotions, and thoughts she thought she would never have even contemplated before today, but she knew she would have to face up to them sooner rather than later. Meg quietly walked along the landing to her own room, leaving her mum sleeping, and found some clean fresh underwear, a top, and some combats, and started to dress. Once she had dressed, Meg began the task of collecting her old school uniform that she had discarded during her first sexual encounter with her mum, and put it in the washing basket., along with the top sheet off her bed that had become wet, and stained with her cum juice. "Right", said Meg, in a voice that she belied the turmoil inside of her, "Let's get this over with", and opened her bedroom door, and strode purposefully down the landing to where her mum was napping. To be continued.....