Date: Tue, 13 May 2003 16:28:00 -0700 (PDT) From: bonnie morrison Subject: THE PRICE FOR PASSION-1 THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 1 by Bonnie Morrison (Ff, inc) INSERT COPYRIGHT PROTECTION CLAUSE HERE. Thanks for abiding. This is the story of Jean Chardane, a woman whose past indiscretions brought heartache to her and her two children. Chapter One of The Price for Passion, by Bonnie Morrison. maidenformdd@yahoo.com THE PRICE FOR PASSION -- 1 The imposing facade of the train station came into view as Jean Chardane drove over the crest of the hill and began the two-block descent to the boulevard fronting the station property. She was on her way to pick up her younger daughter, who was coming to spend the summer with her. During the 40-minute drive to the station, Jean's mind had been occupied with memories of the circumstances which had occurred seven years earlier, after her husband had discovered her in their bed with a woman, engaging in sex. That day culminated in a divorce and her children being taken from her. The matter had been kept confidential so that she, nor her lover, lost their jobs. Jean was a school teacher, and the older woman in the bed with her, Millie Baker, was her boss and principal of the school. Now, seven long years later, she was going to see one of her daughters for the first time since they were taken away by her former husband. Sarah, the one on the train, was now 14. One of the stipulations which Jean had accepted to guarantee that the circumstances of the divorce would remain confidential was that she would not attempt to speak to her children. She was permitted to have photographs of the girls, and to correspond with them, but only with the approval of their father. She had seen pictures of them once, and those were now four years old, and she knew they had changed considerably since that time. Renee, the oldest, now 16, was not able to come with her sister. She was headed to Washington, D.C. to spend the summer working for their legislator, a job she had worked very hard to get and could not now turn it down. Of course Jean was extremely disappointed about the change, but it was agreed that Renee would visit during the upcoming holiday season. Jean wiped away the nervous perspiration from her lip and dried her fingers on her dress. She could feel the dampness all over her body, and even felt a trickle slide downward between her breasts. God, I'm so nervous I'll be soaked by the time she gets off the train, she told herself. She pulled into the parking area and began searching for a spot as close to the entrance as she could find. She was already hot and sweaty and didn't want to drag a bunch of luggage all over the parking lot. Just as she was about to pass by the entrance, she saw a car backing out of a space just a short way up the row. She quickly pulled up and waited for the person to clear the way, then pulled in and shut off the engine. The thoughts of what had happened seven years earlier kept flooding her mind, and she said a little prayer that Sarah wouldn't bring up anything about it and thus dampen their reunion. She got out of the car and stood in the gentle breeze as it cooled her. Her dress was wet and clinging to her back, making her feel even more uncomfortable. I've GOT to lose some of this weight, she reminded herself crossly as she headed for the entrance. Jean had never been to this train station before, and she was having a little difficulty figuring out where she needed to go. As she stood pondering the big board with all the arrival and departure information, an attendant walked up and asked if he could help. "Excuse me, ma'am. I saw you standing here and you look like you could use some help." Jean looked around at him and smiled thinly. "Thank you. Yes, I do need some help. This is my first time here and everything is unfamiliar." She told him which train her daughter was arriving on and the man took her to the platform where the passengers would appear. She thanked the man and offered a gratuity, but he refused, saying that he was glad to be of help to her. She had decided to send a letter to the station administration commending the man's helpfulness and obtained his name before he left. His kindness had helped to relieve some of the nervousness, and she was grateful to him. It was hot out on the platform, but finally the train arrived and the passengers began alighting. Jean scanned the face of every girl who looked to be around the age of Sarah, and then she appeared. Jean recognized her immediately, but was shocked at how much she had grown. Sarah spotted her mother a few seconds after Jean had spotted her. She hurried to the girl and threw her arms around her, hugging her tightly and kissing her. They stood hugging and kissing for a bit, then Jean began to cry, tears of every emotion she was feeling. Sarah was a little embarrassed and quickly looked around to see if anyone was staring at them. "It's okay, Mom. Don't cry." Jean regained her composure and stepped back from her daughter. "I'm sorry, honey. It's just that I'm so very happy to see you at last!! I didn't know if I would ever see you again!" She dug out a tissue from her purse and wiped her face, then blew her nose. "Come on, let's get inside where it's a little cooler." She grabbed some bags and Sarah got the rest, then they went through the terminal and out to the car. While they hugged and held one another, Sarah felt how wet her mother's back was from the perspiration. As they made their way through the terminal to the exit, Sarah followed along behind and looked at her mother, seeing the dress sticking to her back and her bra showing clearly. Although Jean's dress was cut more fully, Sarah could see the outline of her mother's fleshy hips, and the small rolls of flesh on her back along the rib area. She thought back seven years and realized that her mother had gained a considerable amount of weight, from the way she remembered her looking back then. Jean had always been tending toward being full-figured. As she appraised her mother's physical appearance, it dawned on Sarah that her own well-matured body was rapidly developing to the point of looking much like she remembered her mother looking. When they got away from the station, Jean looked at her daughter very closely while waiting for a light to change. She took in the girl's fair complexion and the structure of her face. Yes, she has my face, Jean thought, the prominent cheek bones and thin, straight nose. Her eyebrows are a little bushy, but look very nice. And her lips are so full, very inviting. God, I'll bet ALL the boys would like to kiss her! Jean's eyes moved downward to Sarah's chest. God, she is so BIG! I could feel them when we were hugging. She's growing just like I did. Even her hips are looking like mine. Oh, lord, I hope she isn't fat like me when SHE reaches 40! Sarah felt her mother's eyes on her and glanced over at her to see her looking her over. She smiled and turned her head to look out the side window, but she felt her mother's eyes traveling over her body. It excited her. She liked being in the spotlight; she liked having people look at her body. Once underway again, Jean focused her attention on the traffic. She wondered if Sarah was sexually active yet. Certainly the girl wouldn't have any trouble finding a willing individual in that department. Maybe boys and girls alike. She drove on, keeping her eyes mainly on the road, but occasionally glancing over toward Sarah. The feel of her mother's eyes on her body had aroused Sarah. She felt the overwhelming urge to masturbate and picked up her backpack from the floorboard and sat it on the seat between them to help block her mother's line of sight in case she looked over at her. Then she slipped her hand inside the waistband of her shorts and panties and slid her middle finger between the slick lips and onto her now-swollen clit. Rubbing gently but insistently, she worked to bring on the orgasm she had been craving all day. She leaned back in the seat, closed her eyes, and concentrated on the sensations building between her legs. About halfway home, Jean had to exit the freeway. As she negotiated the curving ramp, the backpack fell over against her hip. She glanced over and saw that Sarah had her eyes closed. For a second, she thought the girl was napping, but then noticed movement in the crotch of her shorts. My god!!! She's masturbating!!! Jean couldn't believe her eyes. Yes, her daughter actually was masturbating, right there in the seat next to her!! She quickly turned her eyes back to the road and tried to get refocused on the traffic. In a few minutes Sarah opened her eyes and glanced sideways at her mother, in the process noticing that her backpack had fallen over. She froze for an instant with her hand still in her pants, then faked a yawn and stretched, pulling her hand clear of her pants. She looked over at her mother, who was looking straight ahead. "Sorry, Mom, I guess I fell asleep for a little bit." "That's okay, honey. Napping is not a bad idea at all. We'll be home in just a minute or two and then we can relax and get comfortable." "Mmmm. Sounds good to me. My day started pretty early this morning." Jean looked at the clock in the dash and saw that it was almost 4:30 p.m. "Are you getting hungry?" Sarah sat up and put her bag back on the floor. "Gosh, I'm about starved. I didn't eat anything on the train." "Oh, honey, why didn't you say something? We could have stopped and gotten something." "That's alright. I can wait, but I am pretty hungry, I've just realized." "Well, I know what we can do. Instead of spending a lot of time cooking, how about if we order pizza? How does something like that sound?" "That sounds great!" "There's a shop not far from the house, and they have really good pizza and are fast about getting it delivered. You decide what kind you want and I'll order it as soon as we get home." "Okay. I'll have to think a little^Å" Jean turned the corner and headed down the block to her house. As soon as they had gotten the bags inside, Jean got the phone and called the order to the shop. "It'll be here in 20 minutes, Sarah!" Sarah was in the spare bedroom hanging up some of her clothes. "Okay, Mom! I'll be right out!" She hung the last item in the closet and headed into the kitchen, where Jean was sorting through the mail. "Oh, um, honey, help yourself to whatever. Drinks are in the fridge, Coke and such." Sarah went over and pulled out a Coke and sat down at the table with her mother. She examined her mother's face as she pored over the mail, thinking how much like her mother she looked now. Except in size. She was noticing just how fat her mother had gotten, but still was so pretty in the face. She took a swallow of her drink as she watched. Jean finished going through the mail and got up from the table. "I need to go get out of these wet clothes, honey. I'm just so sweaty!" She headed for her bedroom to change, with Sarah right behind. Jean pulled off her dress and put it in the clothes hamper. She stood there in just her panties and bra. Sarah looked intently at her mother, marveling at the size of her breasts. Before she thought she blurted out. "Gosh, Mom, you are so HUGE!!" Jean looked at her sharply, but didn't say anything. Then Sarah spoke up quickly. "Oh, I'm sorry!! I didn't mean it the way it sounded. I meant your boobs. God, they're so BIG!! That's what I was meaning, Mom!" Jean's crestfallen and embarrassed look softened, and she smiled. "No, you're right, honey. I AM huge. I've let myself get so fat. I'm really ashamed of myself." She reached behind and unhooked the bra, then rolled her sweat-soaked panties down her hips and onto her thighs. Sarah was now being treated to a full frontal look at her nude mother, and she delighted in what she saw, because it was like looking at her sister, Renee, whose shape was so much like their mother now looked. It was true that Jean was fat, but she wasn't one bit flabby. She had just become very fleshy. Sarah longed to feel of her, to feel her softness, and especially feel the heavy breasts hanging on her mother's chest. She thought about Renee, remembering the countless times that they had pleasured one another sexually. She stared at her mother's body and became aware of the awakening desire she now felt very strongly for her mother. "Oh, Mom, please don't say that!! You're so beautiful, and so sexy!!" Sarah went over to her and gave her a hug, wishing she, too, was naked so she could feel the bare flesh against her own. She kissed her mother's lips, a soft, tender, loving, and lingering kiss. Jean felt her body responding to the emotion, and she began to return the kiss. They held each other as Jean tried to regain control of her emotions. After a minute they stepped back from each other. "Um, I, uh, the pizza will be here in a few minutes, honey. I'm going to shower right quick. If the delivery person gets here before I'm done, there's money in my purse, over there on the bed, to pay for it." She turned and went into the bathroom and got into the shower. Sarah was on fire and was determined to give herself some relief. She reached down and picked up her mother's panties, putting them against her face and breathing the odor, a mix of sweat, urine and female arousal. She went over to her mother's bed and lay down with the panty crotch in her mouth and started masturbating furiously. Her orgasm came quickly, rocking her with its intensity. She lay there sucking on her mother's panties as she relished the pleasure of orgasm. She heard the doorbell ringing and jumped up to go take deliver of the pizza. Without thinking, she dropped the panties onto the bed as she grabbed the purse and raced to the door. Jean came out of the bathroom and began dressing. In the process, she noticed her panties on the bed, and saw that the bedcover was mussed. She picked up the panties and saw that the crotch was soaked, slick with saliva. What's this?? Oh my god! Sarah must have been sucking my panties!! Jean was dazed by this revelation, but also aroused. She fought against the feeling of lust that had settled over her, and fiercely battled to rid her mind of these thoughts. She put the panties and her sweaty bra into the hamper and finished dressing, then hurried to the kitchen. "I see the pizza arrived. And I smell that it did, too. Mmmm!! It smells so good!" Sarah looked up from her plate with a mouthful. "Umm hmmmmm!" She swallowed the bite and apologized for not waiting. "Sorry, Mom. I just couldn't wait. I'm so hungry!!" She took another bite, closing her eyes in satisfaction. "That's alright, honey. Dig in. I'll be joining you in just a second." Jean put some pizza on a plate and sat down. They ate in silence for a few minutes as they knocked the edge off their hunger. Sarah leaned back in her chair and patted her stomach. "Mmmm, that was good. Thanks, Mom." She smiled at her mother, who was finishing off her third piece. "Yes, it sure is, honey. I didn't realize I was so hungry. There's two more slices left. See what you can do to empty the box." "Let's split them." "Oh, honey, I've already had three slices, and it's plain for you to see that I sure don't need to be eating this stuff." "Mom, would you PLEASE quit talking that way! Just because you're a few pounds over your ideal weight doesn't mean anything. And one more little piece of pizza isn't going to make you fat, so PLEASE stop it!" "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I just can't help it. That's the way I feel whenever I look in the mirror and see this whale looking back at me. But, I'll do my best to quit picking on myself. It's so sweet of you to try and make me feel good about my body." "Well, I hope you believe me, because it's true. To me, you're the most beautiful woman in the world, and judging by what I saw in your bedroom this afternoon, you're also the sexiest woman in the world." Sarah reached over and took one of the two remaining slices. "Okay, I'll eat this one and you eat the other one." Jean looked at her daughter, the picture of innocent youth. She was intending to ask her about the panties on the bed, but decided to let it lay for the time. She reached over and took the last slice of pizza and ate it, enjoying every bite. When finished, she got up and moved around to Sarah and kissed the top of her head, then put her arms around the girl. "I love you so much, sweetheart! God, I'm so glad to have you here with me! This is one of the happiest days of my life!" Sarah leaned her had back against her mother's breasts. "I love you so much, Mom. I've dreamed of being back here with you for so long!" The evening was spent quietly, with Sarah putting away her things and bathing while Jean thought about her daughter's wanton behavior in the car and then again in her bedroom, trying to decide how to start the conversation about it. She knew she needed to know if she was imagining things, or if, in fact, Sarah truly did desire her sexually. The way the girl had kissed her certainly was much more than the normal mother/daughter kiss. And, she sensed that Sarah wanted desperately to put her hands on her mother's body. The unsettling part was that Jean believed she wanted it, too. She hoped that all of these thoughts and feelings would pass after Sarah had been there for a while, but subconsciously she knew better. It was getting close to 10:30 and Jean got up to go get ready for bed. It was quiet in Sarah's room as she knocked on the door. She heard rustling sounds as Sarah called out to her. "Just a minute, Mom!" The rustling sounds were followed by snapping sounds, then silence for a few seconds before Sarah opened the door. Jean looked past her daughter into the room. "Everything alright, honey?" "Um, yeah, fine Mom. What's up?" "I was just on my way to get ready for bed, and I stopped to say goodnight. That doesn't mean you have to go to bed now, though. You know this is your house, too, and you can do whatever you want." Jean smiled and chuckled. "Just don't make too much noise in the process." Sarah smiled back at her mother. "Okay, Mom. I'll be as quiet as a church mouse. Goodnight." Sarah had stood in the open doorway, sort of symbolically barring her mother from entering. Jean saw this and backed up a step. Once they had said their goodnights, she turned and went on to her room. Jean had washed her face and brushed her teeth after putting on her nightgown, and was sitting on the bed reading a magazine when Sarah appeared at her door. The girl tapped lightly on the door frame to get her mother's attention. Jean looked over at the doorway and saw Sarah standing there. "Hi, honey. I was just finishing an article I started last night. Come on in." Sarah walked over and sat down on the bed. Jean sensed that her daughter wanted to talk, so she asked what was on her mind. The girl shrugged and was quiet for a few seconds before speaking. "Oh, not much. I was just in there thinking and decided to come see what you were doing." "Well, is there something in particular you were thinking about?" "Oh, I don't know. I was just thinking about Renee and wondering how things are for her in Washington." "Well, we could call her tomorrow if you want. Do you know what her phone number is there?" "Yeah, I have it written down. That would be cool to talk to her, and you could talk to her, too. Gosh, Mom, I just remembered that you haven't talked to either one of us for seven years. I know she would be very happy to talk to you again." "Well, then, we'll just call her in the morning." They lapsed into silence for a minute, then Jean spoke up again. "Is there anything else that you wanted to talk about, honey?" Sarah looked at her a little sideways. "Well, I was wondering if it would be alright if I slept in here with you." She glanced quickly at her mother's face, looking for signs, then continued. "Renee and I have always shared a bed, so it feels kind of weird to be sleeping by myself." She glanced again at her mother. "Sure, honey. You can sleep in here if you want. There's plenty of room in this bed, even if I am--. She saw the stern look on her daughter's face. "Oh, I said I wouldn't say that anymore." Jean put the magazine on the nightstand and got up from the bed. "I need to go pee." As Jean walked toward the bathroom, she had the sudden urge to show Sarah her backside. When she got off the bed, she noticed how the girl looked at her. She raised her nightgown as she neared the door, revealing that she was not wearing panties. She thought she could feel her daughter's eyes on her, and she hesitated for an instant before disappearing inside the bathroom. She wanted to make certain that Sarah got a good look. She said she likes my fat body, so take a good look, honey. Sarah watched her mother move toward the bathroom and was almost in disbelief when she saw her raise her nightgown to reveal a bare bottom. She stared raptly at the wonderful curve of her mother's hips, then listened closely as she heard the hissing stream of urine splashed noisily into the toilet bowl. Her body was aflame, and she knew she would have to bring about the relief that she now craved. I'll do it just as soon as she falls asleep, she told herself. When Jean came out of the bathroom, Sarah appeared to be asleep. She turned off the bedside lamp and got into bed. Past memories of sex and the desire for sex flooded her mind as past images displayed themselves. She saw herself at Sarah's age, masturbating night after night with fantasies of her own mother coursing through her brain. She wondered if Sarah was experiencing the same thing. She wondered if her daughter desired girls, or if this was just a phase. Jean thought about Millie and how much she missed their times together. She thought about her size and wondered how much it must be affecting her ability (or inability) to attract a new partner. She felt how much her own desire for satisfaction was impinging on her ability to control her own behavior. After Millie moved away, she told herself that she needed to gain control over her physical need for sexual gratification, and actually did very well for a few months afterward, but it wasn't to last. She began looking at other women in that way, and soon was performing her solo act nightly. She rationalized this behavior by telling herself that it didn't hurt a thing to pleasure herself. After all, it is a normal part of life, she thought, so it continued. And now, now she had reason for renewed concern, and at the center of this concern was Sarah. Her thoughts about the girl were polarized along a sexual spectrum. At one end she desired her fiercely, and at the other she was disgusted with herself for having such desires. She told herself repeatedly that her perception of Sarah's desire for her was most likely a misperception. But then, hadn't Sarah implied this desire by saying what she did about her mother's body? She was having difficulty reading the signs. At that moment in her thought process, she heard the sound, the telltale sound of busy fingers in a very well-lubricated pussy. She listened intently as her daughter's breathing became more and more labored. Soon she felt the bed quivering slightly and knew the end had come. God, that makes at least three times today, she thought. Her desire must be insatiable! Finally, after what seemed to be hours, Jean drifted off to sleep. So, events of that night became a regular routine. Each night Jean would get up to go to the bathroom, and each time she would begin lifting her nightgown sooner and sooner, until she finally just started taking it off. This started after about a week. She would get up and stand next to the bed facing Sarah and remove her nightgown, giving her daughter a full frontal view of her nakedness. At this point Sarah quit being subtle about looking and just ogled her mother. The erotic nature of this game was very arousing for Jean. Her fully-erect nipples were, of course, in plain sight, but her wet pussy was obscured by her pubic hair. She decided to shave so Sarah could see just how aroused this little game always made her. Occasionally, Jean would be awakened during the night by the shaking of the bed as Sarah had yet another orgasm. Jean knew that a conversation about all of this was inevitable and needed to happen soon, but she just couldn't figure out how to start it in a way that wouldn't create any conflict. Her own actions were becoming bolder each night, and she knew if something didn't change soon, she might do something she would regret. Her will to resist was declining steadily, as evidenced by her decision to make herself bald so that her daughter could see her wetness and know just how arousing this was for her, too. And Sarah was doing her part to make her mother aware of her desires. The first night that Jean had removed her gown and let her daughter look at her openly and without reservation, Sarah had started touching herself while they looked at one another. Not blatantly or lewdly; just innocently, as though it were occurring absent-mindedly. But she didn't wait for Jean to pretend to be asleep before starting to masturbate. Just as soon as the light was out she was at herself, her fingers noisily sliding in and out and over her universe, and she didn't try to conceal her pleasure. The soft sighs and raspy breathing told her mother how good she was making herself feel. Then each morning they would pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. The dissonant nature of this charade had Jean wondering about her sanity. She wondered just how much longer this could go on before something drastic happened. Sarah had become friends with a neighbor girl her own age, Alison Johnson, daughter of Tom and Beverly Johnson from down the block. They took an instant liking to one another and spent quite a lot of time together now. Jean knew the Johnson's and their daughter; they were a very nice family, friendly but not intrusive, just the kind of neighbors Jean liked. (She also liked fantasizing about Beverly.) Sarah and Alison had been hanging with each other for a week or so and one day were gone to the neighborhood swimming pool. Jean was straightening the house and vacuuming and had gone to Sarah's room to vacuum. As she ran the machine around and under the edges of the bed, a photograph got stuck in the attachment head. When she pulled it out, she nearly fell over in shock and surprise. It was a photo of her older daughter, Renee. The girl was lying on a bed, on her side with one leg propped up. She was completely nude and exposing her vaginal area which was devoid of hair. She was cupping one of her breasts as she smiled toward the camera. Jean was struck by the fact that Renee was big, like herself. She was distressed by the girl's size, but right then she was puzzled by finding this kind of photograph in Sarah's room. Why would Sarah have a picture of this type, and particularly one of her sister? Jean decided it was time to have that conversation with Sarah, and the photograph would be the way to get it started. She put the picture in her pocket and finished the cleaning. End of Part One