Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 09:29:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Best Friends Mom (lesbian/ adult youth, oral, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older woman. 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 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Best Friend's Mom By Jan At the beginning of my freshman year of high school I met a girl that graduated from a junior high across town. We had three classes together, so we soon developed a friendship that was destined to be a long term relationship. Her name was Angie. She was one of those girls that had naturally golden brown skin, dark brunette hair, and brown eyes with naturally dark shadows around her eyes. My family was Irish, and they had named me Kathleen. I had been graced with red hair almost the color of bricks, and I kept it short for convenience sake. My skin is as white as cream, and green eyes. I had two moles, one the size of a dime sized brown mole on the outside of my left tit, and a brown mole about the size of a pencil eraser on the inside of my left thigh, oh...and my pubic hair is a pale red. We made an interesting looking couple. We always had lunch with each other, and we went to the Friday night football games together. Her mother was very cool about driving us to the games and dances afterwards. Her name was Martha, and you could tell where Angie got her looks. I felt an instant attraction to her mother. I developed and affinity for her that in ways was even closer than between Angie and me. I could tell her anything and she knew the right thing to say to make me feel better. I liked to help her with household chores, just so I could be close to her. We talked about almost everything, including sex. I had told her that I had made out with some boys, but they were clumsy, and I didn't like the way they were always grasping my tits too hard. She assured me that it was hard to train boys in the art of lovemaking. One time I was visiting Martha while Angie was at choir practice. We were starting to prepare dinner, for some reason we kept bumping into each other. It was as if her breasts were magnets to my body. It was turning me on, and I didn't know why. It was embarrassingly innocent, and I spent days and night fantasizing about what might have happened had I been bold enough to make my feeling known to her. Late that year during the latter part of the football season it was not only cold, it rained buckets. We huddled up under plastic sheets during the game. I had already asked my mother if I could spend the night at Angie's home. When the three of us got home we took turns taking warm showers, while the forced air heater warmed up the house. We were still very exuberant because our team had won the game. We were still celebrating. Martha allowed us to have a couple of glasses of rum and coke. It didn't take much to make Angie and I act rather foolishly. Martha simply smiled at our foolish antics. By the third drink Angie was starting to fall off to sleep. Martha sent her off to bed. Angie went off to bed without any resistance, and simply waddled off to her room. That left me chatting like a magpie to Martha. She made us another drink, and the two of us settled down on the couch together. She brushed a stray red hair away from my face, before kissing me on the cheek. I drunkenly told her, "I love you!" Martha assured me, "Honey...I love you too!" With that she kissed me on the lips. I felt a tingle rush through my body. I lifted my head up as she pulled away, so that I could return the kiss on her lips. Martha pulled my body around so that my butt was resting against her right thigh. She laid me across her lap and continued kissing me. As she placed a hand on my left breast, I opened my mouth. She stuck her tongue into my mouth. I had never even been tongue kissed by a boy let alone by a female. I virtually melted in her arms. She ran her hand under my pajama top. I moaned when she had cupped my breast. She whispered, "I love the size and feel of your sweet little breasts!" I had always envied females with large breasts like Martha's. I felt that my breasts were too small. It was very reassuring to hear an attractive adult woman expressing her admiration for my breasts. I thought my areolas and nipples were too small. The breasts themselves were not much more than a hand full. When she lifted my pajama top to look at my breasts I complained about the mole. She assured me that it was a beauty mark, and leaned over to kiss me right on the mole. She also took that opportunity to lick my underarm. My first thought was how much stubble there was, because I had not shaved my underarms in a couple of days. Martha didn't seem to mind though. While she was admiring my breasts and stimulating my underarm, I just couldn't resist feeling her breast. I'm sure that she was a 38C or D cup at least. Her breasts were so soft under my fingers. Martha used one hand to pull her shortie nightgown out from under her body. I helped her pull the nightgown over her head. She was totally naked by that time. I had always admired her body, but now I was looking at all of her naked glory. Her pubic hair was a very dark auburn color. She shaved her pubic hair so that it was flat on top and tapered towards her cunt in a triangular shape, and trims it to an even quarter inch length. I knew I was going to shave mine that way as soon as I got home. I was cuddled up in her arms, and the room was warm by that time, I could smell her perfume and the odor of her pussy. It was as if she was in heat the way she smelled, and the way she was pawing at my body. She pulled on the drawstring of my pajama bottoms. As soon as she pulled the drawstring the bottoms became loose. She placed her hand right on the swell of my vulva, and rubbed the area. Her fingers combed my red pubic hair while she continued to kiss my mouth with everything she had including her tongue. The kissing was as heart stopping as the feel of her hand on my pussy. When Martha slipped a finger into my pussy she didn't find any resistance. I had already broken my hymen with a cucumber, years ago. After she finger fucked me for a bit she withdrew her fingers and smelled them, before she sucked her fingers clean. She finger fucked me until I had a strong cum. When I recovered I had to take advantage of her, and turn her around so that I was in charge of the action. I started off kissing her mouth with tongue, before bending over so that I could suck on her nipples. While I was sucking on her tits, I started finger fucking her pussy. I also had to smell my fingers and taste her juices. After tasting her juice I went ahead and started licking her cunt. I used my fingers to part her labia and look at the opening of her vagina. I stuck my tongue into her cunt and felt the lumps of the opening where her hymen had been years ago. I had no idea that I would enjoy eating pussy so much. When we recovered we felt a little sheepish. We got dressed and went to bed. Angie only moaned a little when I pulled back the covers to get in bed with her. I spent an hour or more looking at the clock while reliving what had just taken place. In the morning I didn't know how to react to Martha kissing the two of us, as we made our way to breakfast. I was rather quiet. Angie and I had to do the dishes afterwards. While Angie was in the bathroom brushing her teeth and putting her face on, Martha and I had a moment to discuss our relationship. She told me, "I don't want to upset Angie, so we should not make a fuss around her, but I want to get together with you whenever we can." With that she gave my butt a squeeze. I kissed her quickly on the mouth to show that I understood and agreed. From that day on whenever I was visiting them, Martha and I would steal a kiss and a feel. There came a time when Angie was going to spend a weekend visiting her grandparents, so I made arrangements to spend the weekend at Angie's, as far as my mother knew Angie would be there. Martha and I made a point to watch Angie off with her grandparents. As soon as they were out of sight, Martha and I retreated into the house. We started hugging and kissing as we started making our way to the bedroom. We shed each other's clothes from the living room, down the hall and inside the bedroom. As soon as we were naked we headed for the bed. I was planning to climb onto the bed on my hands and knees to crawl around to the head of the bed, to make room for her. But as soon as Martha saw my butt she stopped me, and spread my white butt. She sniffed my asshole before she started smelling and licking my asshole. I had never felt anything so exciting. She virtually spread my butt open and tongue fucked my asshole, until I had a strong cum that never seemed to end. She flipped me over onto my back and started finger fucking me again. I was sopping wet, before she even started eating my pussy. I made her face wet from forehead to chin. She moved up my body like a snake licking and sucking on my flesh as she worked her way up to my breasts. She molded them with her hands while sucking on the nipples. She ended up kissing me on the lips again. I could smell and taste my own juices. That was enough to make me cum again. I was as limp as a rag after that. Of course I didn't have to move; Martha did it all. Martha stood up on her bed and turned around, so that she was facing the foot of the bed. Then she squatted down over my head. I was looking up at her golden brown body as she covered my face with her pussy. The labia major molded over my mouth and nose like a gas mask. I was being smothered by her cunt while she played with my tits. Just when I was about to pass out, she leaned over allowing me to catch my breath while looking up at her chocolate brown asshole. She started playing with my pussy and licking it from the reverse prospective. I was probably the happiest girl in town. The weekend was a glorious two days of sex. We didn't even bother putting on clothes. Even when we were having meals at the table, we were naked, just so we could play with each other's breasts and pussies. We knew about what time Angie would be delivered home, so we showered and got dressed. There was the usual visit with the grandparents before they had to return home. I was getting interesting looks from Angie. She suspected that I had spent the weekend with her mother, and probably suspected that we had been doing something sexual. She didn't confront us though. She waited until we were walking home from school the next day. "You spend the weekend with my mother, didn't you; the two of you were having sex with each other!" It was a statement not a question. I didn't deny her statement at all. 'What did you do?" That was the first question, and I had to think about my response. I loved Angie as much as her mother, but my feelings for her were not sexual, where her mother had a strong sexual attraction for me. "Angie...you know that I love you? Don't be mad at me or your mother for the feelings I have for your mother!" "Tell me what went on?" "I think we better wait until we get home and discuss it with your mother." Angie was more than a little peeved with me for not telling her about what we had done. She was silent the rest of the walk to her home. I went on home to my house and changed clothes, before doing my homework. I announced to my mother that I was going over to Angie's. Martha's car was parked in the driveway, so I just entered the house like a member of the family. I found Martha and Angie in a heated conversation. It was obvious that Angie was mad at her mother for having sex with me. "How could you fuck my girlfriend? Don't you love me?" Angie was sobbing while accusing her mother of not loving her. Martha said, "Of course I love you, more than life itself! I don't love you any less! I just happen to be sexually attracted to Kathy. I can't help the feelings I have for her." Then they became aware that I was there, they responded differently. Angie showed her resentment for my intrusion. Martha looked at me as if I could help her explain our relationship to her daughter. I approached them as they sat on the couch and sat down next to Angie. I placed my arm around her shoulders, but Angie tried to shrug my arm away from her body. I had to exert my full strength to take her into my arms. I had to physically overpowered her resistance. I kissed her tear stained cheeks. "Angie I love you as much as your mother does! Stop struggling! I want to explain, it was not your mother's fault. I couldn't help myself, I can't describe what made me so attracted to your mother! Neither of us wanted to hurt you!" Angie gave up and rested her head on my chest. That thick satiny dark hair was getting into my mouth. Martha rested her hand on Angie's thigh to comfort her. There was an electrical feeling of sexual awakening in me, and I assume in both Angie and Martha. I placed a hand on one of Angie's breasts, and gently squeezed her. Her breasts were a little bigger than mine, but nowhere as large as her mother's. I witnessed Martha slide her hand up Angie's thigh until her hand was resting on Angie's panties. Angie opened her legs to allow her mother full access to her pussy, even if she may have been telling herself that it was wrong. I fumbled with her blouse until I had it open and lifted her bra up to expose her breasts. I bent over and started sucking on her nipples. While I was doing that Martha had pulled Angie's panties aside and dipped her fingers into the moist confines of her pussy. Minutes later Martha bent over and gave her daughter a mouth bath that had her daughter panting and moaning her mother's and my name with passion. Before I had to dress and go home Martha, Angie and I had consummated a loving relationship that included mutual oral sex between all three of us that was unbelievable. We had tongue kissed each other, sucked each other's breasts, sucked each other's pussies. The ultimate demonstration of our love for each other was licking and tongue fucking assholes. The relationship lasted through our college years. Angie and I had even gone to college together, and insisted on sharing a dorm room together. Weekend visits by her mother was an unbelievable orgy on those small dorm beds. Our circle of sexual friends expanded during our college years to include other students and college staff and professors. We were both drama majors and department tea parties were sure fun. They were a mix of straight, gay and lesbian gatherings that lasted all night. When I eventually landed a part on a daytime drama soap-opera I immediately was adopted by a longtime actress as her lover. We lived together for years until she fell in love with another young girl. Now I'm the cougar seducing young actresses. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.