Date: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 10:37:22 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Mother's Best Friend (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, hair fetish g/F+) Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, hair fetish g/F+ 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 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 2013 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Mother's best Friend By Jan My mother's family came from the western wine country of France, and had originally settled in the wine country of northern California. She had been born in May, so her parents named her May. I was born in April, so of course I was named April. Both of us could be described in the same terms as the story of Snow White, skin as white as snow, and hair as black as a raven's feathers. We both have blue eyes. By the time I was 10-years-old people often commented how much I looked like Elizabeth Taylor when she starred in National Velvet. Mother didn't have much luck with men. My father was a ladies man. After their divorce he didn't even try to contact me until I was a teenager. Mom's second husband was a pedophile that married her to be able to play with me. That ended quickly when Mother caught him playing with my pussy. The nicest husband she had turned out to be gay. As much as he tried to please Mother he couldn't stop sucking cocks. During all of my mother's trials and tribulations she had one true friend named Linda Ferguson. They were both working for a law firm in Hollywood, California, when they first met. They were legal secretaries and law clerks. Both of them earned a modest living. Lawyers make a lot of money handling legal matters in Hollywood for theatrical people, movies and music businesses, but they don't believe in paying help any more than they have to. Linda was always there for support during divorces, operations and financial setbacks. I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She was a blonde with long straight hair that had 4 or 5 shades of blonde hair. Her hair reached her waist. She normally simply pulled the hair from the sides of her head up and used a clip to keep the hair out of her face. She had green eyes and a light dusting of freckles across her nose that she covered up with makeup. She had a figure to die for. It's worth noting at this point that the women in my mother's family did not shave underarm hair, so Mother tended to wear blouses and dresses with sleeves. Not that having underarm hair embarrassed her at all. She just didn't feel it wise to draw attention to the dark hairs that always protruded out from the front of her underarms. We lived in a small apartment located in western Los Angeles. It is a neighborhood that used to be known as a Jewish community and is known now as mostly Korean. Mother saw to it that I got a good education in a Catholic Parochial school located in the Hollywood Hills. We traveled together to and from work and school on the bus. As restrictive as it is socially going to an all- girls school under the watchful eyes of strict nuns, I did learn about masturbation from fellow students. By the time we were in middle school we were introduced to social graces by being allowed to have dances with our counterpart boy's school. I was about 9 or 10 the first time I got up enough nerve to jack off a boy. But sex bothered me. I couldn't ask my mother about such things. It was a natural thing for me to ask Linda about sex. She was practically like an aunt to me. She even bought me my first training bra. By the time I was a teenager I had as much body hair as my mother. I had to wear blouses and dresses with sleeves too. I would never dream of buying thong underwear or those plunging hip hugger panties, because stray hairs were always protruding out from under the legs of my panties. Linda was the one that explained to me about the clitoris. When I asked why it was located where it was she told me. Nature tends to keep things that work and discard things that don't. She explained to me that there are fish like the Sheep's-heads off the coast of California that are all born female. As they get older they change from pinkish to black with a red strip around their middle and they develop a large white knot on their head as they change from female to male. All animals go through a stage in their early development that they could be either sex. It doesn't take much imagination to picture how the urethra migrates up to the clitoris to add mass and length to become a penis, or the ovaries to move into the womb and become the external scrotum of a male. The reason the clit is located where it is goes back to our four legged ancestors. Animals mount females from behind, and their scrotum bangs against a female's clit. That causes the same effect as the stimuli of the male penis. So there is something to be said for being fucked doggie style. If they are going to do it missionary style they should make sure to smash the pelvic bone against our pelvic bone to stimulate our clit. There are very few nerves in the actual vagina. What she told me made sense, but also made me wonder what made lesbian sex so desirable. In answer to my question Linda said, Nature makes no distinction to type of sex. Humans are the only creatures on earth that stigmatizes some sexual behaviors. The Roman Empire outlawed homosexual sex, because Roman women feared childbirth so much they stopped having sex with men. The church does the same thing to ensure reproduction, and create a sin to confess. I confessed that an older girl at school had taught me how to masturbate, and asked if that was wrong. Linda assured me that sexual exploration is perfectly normal. I was leading up to asking questions about lesbians. Living so close to Hollywood and the gay community in west-Hollywood was enough to educate me about gay and lesbian activity, but I was still confused about my own sexuality. From the time I reached puberty, and had to change clothes for physical education and swimming, my underarm hair and thick pubic patch made my classmates assume that I was a lesbian. It had drawn ridicule from my classmates and unsolicited attention from girls that were known lesbians at school. At the same time I was not attracted to boys. In fact I had always been attracted to Linda. When I confessed my feelings for her, she hugged me tightly against her breasts and kissed my cheek. "Honey it is perfectly natural for you to develop a crush on a friend of your mother, as a mother figure." That hurt me even more than if she had rejected me. She was dismissing my feelings as a childish crush. I was crying buckets of tears all over the front of her abundant breasts. Her holding me against her breasts and stroking my hair was no comfort. I lifted my head and sought out her mouth to kiss. Linda recoiled from the passionate kiss. She held me at arms length, "Honey, you don't know what you're getting into!" All I could say was, "I love you!" Linda pleaded, "I love you too, but not like that!" My face was stained with tears as I pleaded, "Please love me!" Linda gave me a sad look, "You know if we do this, your mother is going to find out sooner or later. She will lose all respect for me, and I will lose her friendship! Do you want that to happen?" I said, "I can't help how I feel about you!" and I kissed her again. This time her mouth opened and allowed me to stick my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for several minutes. I was so thrilled to be kissing the woman I was in love with. I fell on her to take charge of the situation. Linda had been hugging me with both arms. She moved her right hand from my shoulder to my budding breast. It thrilled me to feel her hand on my breast. My body quivered uncontrollably while she felt my tit. I was emboldened to place my hand of her large 38-C breast and squeeze it. When I placed my hand on her tit, I could feel her nipple poking the palm of my hand through her dress. I wanted to see her breasts so bad that I was almost crying, as I struggled to free her right breast from her dress. It was a simple light summer rayon dress with a ruffle decoration around the boat neckline. It was tight enough that it took some effort to pull her breast out. It must have been uncomfortable for her. She sat up straight and reached behind her back to pull down the zipper and pulled the sleeves free of both shoulders. She had on a pinkish nylon bra that had to come off too. She unfastened the bra too and freed both breasts for my inspection. I felt both tits, and sucked on the near one, while playing with the other one. I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life playing and sucking on her tits. The areolas were a pinkish color and smaller than mine, but the nipples were larger than mine. I sucked them into my mouth and pulled my head back, stretching them like pulling on the opening of a balloon. I only released them when Linda expressed her discomfort with a pleading moan. Linda started removing my school uniform. I had removed the school blazer with a crest on the breast pocket when I had entered her home. She was inexperienced with untying a neck tie, so I had to pull the knot apart for her, and toss it aside. She finished unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it out of my skirt. I had on a full white slip under the blouse and a 33-B cup bra. She pulled the straps off my shoulders, and unhooked the back of my bra as she stripped me to the waist. I would have been embarrassed by the size of my tits, had Linda not raved so much about how pretty they were. I had large areolas that were almost a mauveish brown color, and looked like puffy swollen little tits perched on top of my creamy budding breasts. They looked like two toned pears on my chest. She devoured them with her mouth and hand. I was in heavenly bliss. There came a time when we had to do something more. She placed her right hand on my thigh and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh. The good nuns at school insisted that all of the students wear nude colored nylon pantyhose. When her hand reached my crotch, she found that the crotch of my nylons were already moist. She struggled to get her hand under the waist of the hose and my full panties to touch my pussy. She stroked my pussy slit until I was about to have an orgasm. My moaning was enough to tell Linda that I was about to cum. She removed her hand from my panties. I grabbed her wrist with both hands, trying to stuff her hand back in my panties, and pleaded, "Please Aunt Linda, please don't stop!" Linda kissed me, and said, "Don't worry baby, we're not done by a long shot!" She made me stand up in front of her. My knees were still trembling, making it difficult to stand still. She pulled my skirt and slip down off of my hips, and helped me step out of them. She helped me remove my white flats, and she was careful not to snag the nylon pantyhose as she rolled and pulled them down my legs. I stepped out of them one leg at a time. That left me in just my white full panties. I couldn't help looking down and being a little embarrassed by the black hairs sticking out of the legs of my panties. Even with the double crotch on the panties there was a very visible dark shadow caused by my black pubic hair. There was even a trail running up the middle of my body almost to my navel. Linda asked, "April, why don't you trim your pubic hair?" I said, "All of the women in my mother's family came from a part of France, where women take pride in their pubic hair. In their part of the world a woman isn't old enough to mate until she can show the young men in the community that they have underarm hair. The church doesn't approve of pre-marital sex, but they know that there are very few virgins on wedding nights. Mother has never shaved, and won't even discuss the subject with me. She doesn't understand how much I get teased at school about my pubic hair." Linda hugged my waist, and kissed the front of my panties, before she pulled them down. She sat back and admired my crotch. "I have to admit that I have never seen as much hair on any pussy before! Not that I mind. I have to admit you're not the first girl I have had sex with!" I was both hurt that I was not the first, but titillated by the knowledge that she was an experienced lesbian. I wanted to know all about her previous loves, but didn't have the nerve to bring the subject up. Linda placed her hands on the inside of my thighs and indicated that she wanted me to spread my legs, which I did without complaint. The way Linda smelled my pussy reminded me of the way wine connoisseurs smell a glass of wine. She must have approved of the fragrant bouquet of my pussy, the way she dove in head first. I thought she was trying to stick her head up my pussy. If stimulating a clitoris was the way women have orgasms she sure accomplished that goal. I felt like a river was flowing from my pussy. I wasn't even sure if it was cum or pee. It was such a strong orgasm that Linda had to support me, to keep me from crumpling to the floor. When I recovered I felt a strong urge to do to her what she had done to me. I reached under her arms to lift her to her feet. Of course I couldn't have done it without her helping me. When she stood up I set about finishing the removal of her dress. She even had to help me pull her dress down over her hips. She held on to me with her left hand and her dress with her right hand as she stepped out of the dress. I admired the sight of her curvaceous figure, and the delicate little low rise pink panties she had on. Her body was very fragrant with her choice of perfume, but her pussy smelled an adult female. I found it to be the most erotic aroma I had ever smelled. I placed my fingertips in the waistband to pull them down by the front, because I wanted to see her pussy. I found that her vulva was shaved clean, and there was not even a trace of stubble. I assumed she must have done that this morning before getting dressed. I had never been that close to a pussy before. I pulled her labia apart and took a good look at the way her labia minor hooded her clit. There was a stiff ridge running up the crack, and that reminded me of her statement about how easy a clit could become a cock. As I pulled her labia minor apart I got my first look at her vaginal opening. I could see where her urethra was located before reaching the tattered remains of her hymen that bared the opening of her vagina. A careful look into her vagina even allowed me to see her cervix. I couldn't believe that little opening could stretch enough to allow the head and shoulder of a baby to pass through. I guess I spent so much time studying her cunt that Linda had to take matters into her own hands. She placed both hands on the back of my head and pulled my face hard against her pussy. Mindful of her admonition that a woman needs stimuli of the clit to cum, I sucked on her clit like a baby sucks on a tit. I never wanted it to end, but Linda couldn't prevent the eventual orgasm. She was just as spent as I had been, she sat down next to me, and we clung to each other as if we couldn't bear to end the sex. Time meant nothing to us. We kissed passionately for a long time. It was even erotic to smell and taste my pussy juice on her face. I begged her to teach me everything about sex. Linda stood up and led me by the hand to her bedroom. She pulled a strap-on dildo out of her nightstand, and showed me how hers had a device that hooked under her crotch to fit into her pussy and a bump right over her clit, before she strapped it around her waist. She warned me that it would hurt when she penetrated my hymen. She told me that the hymen was not a solid sheet of skin, because when I reached puberty the monthly period had allow the bloody lining of my womb to flow out along with the unfertilized egg, so there were normally multiple holes in the hymen. She would do her best to reduce the pain of my first fucking. She placed a towel on the bed, just in case. She positioned me with my butt right on the edge of the bed, so Linda could stand on the floor to fuck me. Mindful of the fact that she was fucking me in the missionary position she placed her right thumb right on my clit while she lined up the head of her latex dildo with the opening to my pussy. With a quick thrust the head ripped through the hymen quickly. It hurt badly enough and it took me a short time to get used to the feeling of my pussy being stretched for the first time. After she was in, there was no stopping her. She fucked me slowly at first, but as my breathing and moaning increased she increased the speed of her pounding my pussy. She also kept rubbing my clit hard enough to make me cum quickly. I almost passed out from the pleasure I felt. When Linda removed the dildo, I looked at it and saw traces of a watery blood streaks on the shaft and a crusty ring of dried blood around the base of the dildo. There was something so special about being deflowered by the woman I loved, and knowing that I would never experience the thrill of being deflowered again. Linda unbuckled the harness and pulled the dildo out of the hole, before she actually licked and sucked all traces of my blood from the dildo. She assured me that it would be even better in the future. I could not believe that it could ever be better than what I had just experienced. I thought my heart was going to stop, and them it pounded in my ears like a bass drum. She even bathed me afterwards in warm water to relax me, and wash away all traces of blood. She helped me get dressed and she got dressed before driving me home. I wanted to touch her every minute of the drive home. I also felt like everyone could tell that I was no longer a virgin. I knew that was foolish, but it was a feeling I couldn't escape. I couldn't wait for our next adventure. While Linda and Mother were having lunch together at work she told her how I had confessed to her that girls teased me at school during the time changing into physical education shorts and bathing suits because of all of the hair under my arms and on my pussy. Mother repeated the family argument about the benefits of pubic hair in their country. Linda said that this is southern California, where public nudity is almost a norm. Being different from my contemporaries, can be a traumatic experience. Mother relented and promised to buy me a Lady Schick. That evening when Mother and I reached our bus stop, she took me into the neighborhood pharmacy and bought me a lady razor and everything I would need to shave my pubic hair off, and moisturize the skin. I was thrilled at the prospect of shedding the unwanted hair. My mind raced with the possible options. Should I use scissors to make the hairs an even length before shaving off the unwanted hair? A lot of the girls at school only had a narrow strip of hair just above their pussy. Others had little triangles above their cracks. Still others shaved all of it off like Linda. When we got home I bathed very carefully before starting the regiment that would be part of my routine the rest of my life. I quickly shed all of the hair under my arms. The soapy water quickly had black hairs mixing in the water. I sat on the toilet seat to contemplate what to do with my crotch. At first I used scissors to cut all of the hairs to a short quarter inch length. Then I started working from my thighs inward. I kept checking what it looked like in the mirror. I tried the triangle before the strip, but eventually removed everything, because I wanted to look like Linda. It was inevitable that Mother would get suspicious about the amount of time I was spending with Linda. It had never occurred to my mother that her best friend was a lesbian. She didn't have the nerve to confront Linda about her suspicions, and barely had the nerve to ask me if I was having sex with Linda. My first instinct was to deny everything, but at the last second I admitted that I was in love with Linda. Mother was shocked to hear that I was in love with her best friend. She had never suspected that her friend liked to have sex with females. Mother couldn't understand how her friend could seduce her daughter. She had been like a member of the family, almost all of April's life. Her first instinct was anger, after all, how could she betray her trust? She stewed over her feelings for a few days. Even Linda could feel the tension between them at work. Mother barely talked to her at work, and only about business. She made excuses to not go to lunch with Linda. One afternoon after work they almost said the same thing at the same time, "We have to talk!" So Mother called me at school on my cellphone to tell me to not expect her on the bus home that night. She didn't tell me why she was staying late, and I had a feeling that I shouldn't ask. Mother and Linda agreed to have a drink at a local restaurant and cocktail lounge on Sunset Boulevard. They deliberately moved to a corner far away from the other patrons so they could talk without disturbing the other patrons. They ordered their favorite cocktails and tipped the waitress before they started talking. Mother confronted Linda about why she had seduced me. Linda didn't bother trying to tell Mother that I had brought up the subject, knowing that would be a waste of time. She said, "I had never planned on anything happening between April and me, honestly May!" Mother was very disturbed. She was conflicted thinking her daughter was a lesbian, and as much as she wanted to blame her friend for seducing her daughter, she knew that if her daughter didn't want to be a lesbian she could have rejected Linda's advances. She stared, quietly crying. She hid her face behind her hands. Linda tried to console her. "I have to admit to having experimented with lesbian sex when I was younger, but I have not wanted sex with a woman in years. It was as much a surprise to me as it was to you when our sexual relationship developed." Mom asked, "How long has this been going on?" Linda told the truth, "It started early during her freshman year of high school. She was 14-years- old at the time." Mother did a quick estimation and figured that we had been having sex with each other for almost a year. It was obvious that I enjoyed the sex. She finally forgave Linda, because it was obvious that I knew what I was doing. She even invited Linda to come to dinner. After Mother got used to my relationship with Linda she even didn't get upset when we kissed in front of her. The biggest change for me, after accepting my sexual orientation was that I became aware of the number of girls and women that were actually flirting with me. If I blushed they knew that I had caught onto the meaning of their flirtation. Some even were bold enough to touch me in a sexual manner on my thigh, breasts, butt or crotch. I was in love with Linda, and resisted acting on the advances of classmates or adult women. I had read stories about nuns seducing girls, but none of my teachers had ever hinted that they were interested in sex. I can't say the same for a couple of lay teachers. I was looking for a specific book dealing with lesbianism. Suddenly I felt the presence of someone standing behind me. It was the school librarian, an older woman. She looked like everyone's sweet little old grandmother. She was a silver- haired, round faced be-speckled, short woman with huge baggy tits, she was always dressed in very conservative clothes and comfortable shoes with knee high nylons. She could see my disappointment that the title I was looking for was not there. She knew very well that the word about the book had spread through the school, because so many girls had been looking for it. She placed a hand on my shoulder and took the book I was looking for off of the cart she used to transport books to be restocked on the shelves. She suggested that I might like to read it in the back room with the periodicals. How could I refuse? She showed me a little table and chair in the back room among the stacks of magazines and newspapers. It had a cluttered look but she knew right where to look for anything. I sat down to read about lesbianism. I was so engrossed in the subject that I lost track of the time. There were no windows in the room, so the only light was from the light fixtures, and most of that was subdued to reduce the fading and yellowing of the paper. There was a reading lamp attached to the little table. When the door opened and the librarian entered, she said, "Honey, I forgot that you were back here. School is out and I have already locked the door. If you have to be someplace, you're late." I quickly looked at my wristwatch, and realized that I had missed my usual bus. I quickly took out my cellphone and speed dialed Mom. I apologized for missing the bus and told her I had been reading in the school library and lost track of the time. Mother was concerned about me riding the bus by myself late at night. She didn't feel it was safe. I assured her that I would probably finish reading the book if the librarian would allow me. The librarian was standing there close enough for me to smell her lavender perfume. She smiled and assured me that she had hours of work to do before she would get to go home, in fact she offered to drive me home. Mother was thrilled that I was going to get a ride home from the school librarian. As soon as I closed my phone the librarian placed her hand on my arm. I knew what she wanted, and figured that it might be fun to find out what sex with an older woman would be like, so I kissed her on the cheek, just in case I misunderstood her motives. As soon as I kissed her the librarian took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. There was no doubt what she wanted. I showed my approval by placing my hand on one of her massive breasts. It was soft and very yielding under my fingers. It was obvious that she didn't wear a bra. I guess she didn't bother because I had seen the price of those G sized bras in the lingerie section of department stores. I was backed up against the little table and was lowered down on top of it. I helped her to open my school blouse and pull my tits out over the top of my slip and bra. By that time my breasts were a respectable 36-C size. While the librarian was playing with my tits I slipped off my panties. She was thrilled to see my creamy white shaved pubis. She ate my pussy until I let her know she had achieved her goal of making me cum. I backed her up until she had to sit down on a stack of old newspapers. I clawed at the buttons on the front of her dress, and just as I had suspected there was nothing covering her tits underneath her dress. I was thrilled to play with and mold her big flabby tits. Sucking on her nipples was thrilling. I pulled up the skirt of her dress to expose her thick thighs encased in baggy panties. The aroma of her damp panties was very strong. I saw the discolored crotch of her panties, and felt just how wet she was. When I pulled down her panties to expose her crotch, I noticed that she had very little pubic hair on her vulva. I assumed that her chubby thighs rubbing against her crotch had something to do with the loss of pubic hair. Her swollen labia completely hid her labia minor and her clit. The lining of her vagina was coated with her slimy juice. When I ate her pussy I could feel the slimy juice sliding down my throat. She surprised me by screaming out a barrage of the filthiest accolades I had ever heard. It sounded so out of character for such a sweet looking little old woman to talk like that. Until that day I had always thought she was one of those religious types that would blush if anyone said a dirty word. We straightened up our clothes and she escorted me to her car, after checking to make sure the library doors were locked. She followed my directions to my home. She was pleased because our home was not that far from her home. She even walked me to the door to meet my mother. Mother must have had the same impression of her as I had assumed before knowing her. The librarian assured my mother that she would be happy to drive me home any time I had to stay late at school. Mother thanked her profusely and invited her in for tea. Mother was very pleased with the librarian's offer. I began spending a lot of time studying in the library. The Liberian introduced me to a number of students that loved pussy. Some of them had been the ones that had flirted with me during those days that I had been teased about the amount of pubic hair I had sported. We had some interesting parties in the back room. By the time I graduated from high school and was accepted into UCLA for the fall, Mother had grown accustomed to Linda and I openly showing affection for each other, and Linda sleeping in bed with me. I'm sure she heard the sounds of us making love to each other. She never mentioned it though. 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.