Date: Sun, 08 Jan 2006 19:20:28 +0000 From: susan k Subject: My Friend, Mum This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts between a young teenage girl (15- 16) and other girls and women including her mother. If such subjects may offend you, or if you are underage to read such material where you are, then do not read any further! The usual copyright rules apply in that copyright remains with the author and permission must be obtained if you wish to re-post the story in any medium. (contact suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk) My Friend, Mum -- By Suzie XX Chapter 1 -- The Day I Found Out About Mum My dear Angela, Yes it's me, Cherry, but please don't rip this letter up until you have read it. I know you are angry but please let me explain. I am so sorry you learned of my sexual relationship with my Mum that way and I know that as a policewoman you were worried about the possibilities that she corrupted a minor girl. I told you that it didn't happen that way at all and although it's probably too late to save your relationship with me I want to put the record straight and at least I can make sure you know the truth. I have started this tale quite a few times and each time I realise I have to go back in time a little further so that it makes chronological sense. This time I'm not going to take any chances, I'll go right back to my conception! I'm not sure that it has anything to do with what happened but it will explain why we are not short of money! It seems my Mum was a bit of a groupie at 15 and one of our pop stars of the time took advantage of her enthusiasm by filling her body with me. To give him his due he left Mum well provided for, financially, although his benevolence didn't stretch to giving her any more of his time. No, that's not strictly true; I remember seeing him twice when I was young. Once was at a zoo somewhere, where he gave us a full half day, albeit with him disguised, and I remember him giving Mum a wad of notes which she stuffed into her handbag. The other was when I was about 8, and I think his career was over then, but he told me he'd established a trust fund for me so I'd not want for money when I grew up. Anyway I'm not going to say his name, and as he doesn't really play any part except maybe for putting my Mum off men, I won't mention him again. I had always had a warm and close relationship with my Mum; she was an affectionate woman who always cuddled me a lot. Every evening when I was growing up I would sit on her lap to watch TV and could talk to her about everything. She helped me through those difficult puberty years and we loved each other to bits. Let's move on a couple of years to when I'm about 10. Mum had never had many friends of either sex that I was aware of, just a few girls at work she socialised with now and then. Now, however, she had another set of friends that she would have evenings with, and either coming home worse for wear or, if I had a sitter, she would stay over with the friends. I wasn't angry that she had a new lot of friends, just the opposite, I was glad she had new mates. Over the next few years some of the friends would stop at our place after a night out, although I rarely saw them. They would come in after I was in bed and I would just hear giggling or shushing and they would be gone when I woke up. There were never any men though, and I have to admit I wondered, even at that innocent age, if Mum and her friends were sexually involved, but beat myself up for daring to think like that. It was after one of these `nights out', when I was just 15 that these vague suspicions surfaced once more. When some of the friends kipped down at our place there were usually only 2 or 3 of them but on this occasion there were 4. Before she went out Mum was turning out the airing cupboard, wardrobes and suitcases. I had tried to ignore all the activity but when she came into my room looking around I asked her what on earth she was looking for (before she started going through my cupboards!) "The sleeping bag", she said, "I know we used to have one" "We chucked that out years ago", I told her, "It got burned remember? Why?" "Bugger! I've got 4 friends staying tonight and I was counting on that. One can stay in my bed, two on the settees and the other will just have to sleep on the floor". "Why can't she sleep in my bed?" I offered, "I have a double bed too don't I" She wasn't too keen on that, didn't want to disturb my beauty sleep (ha!), but I said I really didn't mind and nothing would disturb me when I was asleep. Eventually she agreed, thanking me for the offer, and then leaving for her fun evening. I wanted to stay awake to catch a glimpse of one of these friends of my mothers, who up to then I had only heard briefly, but I had dozed off when they eventually arrived back. However, I woke again when my door opened and the light streamed through. My Mum came in with another woman. She was silhouetted against the light but looked slim. I pretended to be asleep, squinting through nearly closed eyes. Mum was showing her which side to get in then kissed the woman's cheek and went out. Once again the room was quite dark but by the light of street lighting I watched as she stripped off her clothes and I shut my eyes fully as she lifted the duvet and snuggled into my bed. I was `sleeping' almost in the middle of the bed, half turned on my back but with my arm across my body and over her side, by design (he he) as I wanted to find out if she liked having a girl close to her. She lifted my arm gently to get in and replaced it across her tummy. I was wearing a baby doll nightie and cotton panties but she was naked. She turned on her side after a few minutes, facing me, and I could smell alcohol and minty toothpaste on her breath. My arm was resting on her waist now and she laid one arm over me too. Her arm felt cold but she soon warmed up a bit. We lay like that for quite a while and I was beginning to think I was wrong about the girls. I decided to push it a little more and turned over in my `sleep' so that I too was on my side, now with one knee draped over hers and my face close to hers. She didn't try to push me back away from her or turn over herself, but with her hand she moved my knee further onto her legs. She gently pulled me even closer with the hand resting on my back and now our boobs were squashing together. I said Mmmmmm to show her it was pleasant for me and I was now pretty sure she was into girls. Her hand was sliding up and down the back of my nightie and I suspected the flimsy material was getting higher all the time. Her hand was now sliding down on to my panty-covered bottom. I had planned to `wake up' before it got this far and apologise for sleeping too far over, and then turn my back to her, but it felt nice and I wanted to see where it would go. She pulled my bottom, drawing me even closer. She also lifted my other leg between hers and moved it so that my thigh was pressing on her pussy and her thigh was similarly against the crotch of my panties. We were pressed against each other but she made no attempt to touch me with her hands. I was expecting her to try to fondle my breasts but she just rocked the lower part of her body gently. Our thighs slid against our vulvas. I could feel it pulling first one way, then the other against my clit and slowly but surely I could feel an orgasm building. Her own pussy became increasingly wet leaving a slippery trail on my thigh. The thought of this other woman reaching the height of her pleasure using my skin was too erotic and my orgasm hit. I only moaned a little but she knew. "Just let it go sweetie, you'll feel so much better" she whispered. And let it go I did. I'd had orgasms before by my own hands but this one lasted longer and was more intense. She was still moving against me and was trembling and panting. God she was having one too! The movement stopped. Any pretence at sleep had gone and we looked at each others eyes. In the pale light of the streetlamp her eyes were watery like mine and we were both breathing hard despite hardly any effort on my part. The woman whispered again "Listen sweetie your Mum made it very clear I was to keep my hands right off you so best you don't say anything, yeah?" "Didn't feel any hands" I whispered back smiling. I kissed her forehead briefly, and then I untangled my legs from hers and turned over, this time sleeping without any feigning. Chapter 2 -- My Seduction Commences In the morning she had gone, the others too, but it was after ten o'clock so I had slept in longer than usual. I had a smirk as I thought why that might be. My Mum had a distinct spring in her step too despite the drinking last night. I wanted to talk about what had happened to me but couldn't think of a way without dropping her friend right in it. I decided that I couldn't bring up the subject directly with Mum but I was pretty sure that she preferred girls to men, if indeed she was not an actual lesbian. After last night I wasn't too sure about my own sexuality either. I hadn't given it too much thought in the past but probably assumed I would meet guys and go into relationships, eventually marry etc. etc. We had been told in sex education at school some years ago that it is very common to find your initial attractions to be for the same sex but that this was just a way of exploring yourself and would mature in most cases to attractions for the opposite sex. I have a very good friend Jackie at school that I loved the look of, admired and was probably attracted to in some ways but I had tried to keep such feelings bottled up, assuming them to be one of those immature same sex attractions. We had even kissed a couple of times under the guise of practicing techniques and I remember this had us both saying phew after and feeling a little embarrassed. But last night was a little different. I hadn't felt any attraction, indeed hadn't even seen her face clearly and yet had a same-sex experience that was pure lesbian stuff. I looked at my Mum in a new light that morning, more as a lover would see her rather than a daughter and I realized she was a beautiful woman. Her figure was shapely, nice natural boobs, flat tummy and nice ass and legs. Although she was 32 she could pass easily as 28 or younger. Her lips were full and very kissable and I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to really kiss her! My god I am a lesbian! Seriously I was seeing a beautiful woman instead of Mum for the first time. I realized I just couldn't come out and say anything but there and then I formed a little plan to become more than just a daughter and friend, but to try to tempt her into seeing me as a potential lover. This wasn't going to happen overnight I knew, probably would take months, but I started my grand seduction scheme that very night. It had been a little while since I had sat on her lap, I guess I thought I was getting too big for that, but we still snuggled up most nights. That evening though I plonked myself on her lap and put my arm round her neck. "Wow, I'm honoured tonight," she remarked, "Does my baby want a cuddle?" "Yes, hope I'm not too heavy. Chuck me off if I am." "No you're fine, it's nice, just like the old days. So what brought this on?" I told her I just felt very close to her and was a little jealous of someone else being in her bed last night, but I laughed to show I was only joking. She laughed too and said that she'd rather cuddle me any day. "Ohh," I said with a feigned hurt look, "so you did cuddle her!" "Ooo I didn't say that, you're putting words in my mouth." I laughed again and said I was only teasing her. I added that I didn't mind if she did have a cuddle with her friend, she deserved some loving. Mum frowned a bit and looked at me as if she wasn't sure what it was I was saying. I decided that I'd pushed it enough for one day and changed the subject, talking about the news on TV that we were watching. Over the next few evenings I made a point of re-establishing the practice of sitting on her legs for a cuddle but nothing much was said. It was Wednesday when she asked if I was OK about sharing my bed with her friend the other day. "Yes, of course, she was no trouble and was gone before I woke up" I said, "and it's OK if you wanted to do it again. As long as it was only a woman, wouldn't want a man there!" "Thank you darling. That was very sweet and of course I wouldn't bring a man to stay. In a year or so you'd probably prefer it if I did though!" "Oh yeucchh, no thanks, horrible hairy things, I can't imagine cuddling one!" Again she gave me that quizzical look so again I dropped the topic and talked about school. I was pleased I was sowing the seeds in her mind little by little without pushing it too hard. Maybe she thought I was hinting that I had cuddled her friend, but it was too early for such a direct approach. More days went by and it was Saturday before anything else was said. I had been over my friend's house playing on her PlayStation. I wasn't late home and changed in to my nightie and made a hot chocolate as usual. "Don't I get a cuddle tonight?" Mum asked. I put my mug down and said of course and lay over her lap as had become our habit again. I decided to take a new tack in my seduction to try to get her focussed on my breasts. "Jackie's breasts seem to be getting bigger every time I see them," I said with a sad expression, "but mine seem to be stuck in a B cup! When will I get big like you and her?" "Hey, a B is fine for your age; I don't think mine were even that big at your age. And I'm only in a C now! Jackie will probably end up with huge boobs that will sag in a few years. Best not be too big just now." Actually I wasn't worried about my size at all, the girls with bigger chests were not enjoying their games period much at school, struggling to keep them under control when they ran. But I kept my sad face on and lifted my left boob up with my free hand saying see how tiny it is. My Mum looked at what I was doing but didn't say anything. I took her hand and put it on my tit. "See? There's hardly a handful there. What man is going to be attracted to them?" "Rubbish," she said, "they feel lovely. Any boy would love this believe me." She was still cupping my boob and squeezed it a little. She seemed to be drifting into a trance, running her thumb back and forth over my nipple, then suddenly opened her eyes wide and let go. "Y-yes they're lovely" she stammered, a little red-faced. I cuddled her close and said "Don't worry, that felt nice, I liked the way you touched it." She still looked a bit shocked so I carried on "Mum its OK, we're girls together so we needn't be embarrassed, look I'll touch yours then we're even, OK?" I didn't give her a chance to answer, just reached across with my left hand and cupped her right breast through her nightie. I fondled it for a good 30 seconds and she didn't say anything or try to stop me. I let go and said "See? We should be able to touch each other without feeling guilty shouldn't we? I've actually wanted to touch them for the past week for some reason. They are so soft and inviting" "Well now you come to mention it" she said at last, "I've been noticing a change in you ever since my friend stayed last week, are you sure she didn't ...do...anything to sort of ...upset you?" "No, not upset, but something did happen" Shit what am I doing, I thought, I cant tell her the truth, "I woke up in the night and I was cuddled against her, I must have thought it was you and it felt lovely. But then it suddenly dawned on me who she was and I turned over. She was sound asleep I think and probably knew nothing about it." OK it wasn't quite the truth but went as far as I dared for now. "When you say it felt nice, what do you mean?" asked Mum. "Well our breasts were sort of squashed together and I could feel her pussy against my thigh. It felt warm and damp and I felt really, you know, horny, so I turned over in a hurry." I was wondering if I had pushed it too far, but in for a penny... "I looked at your breasts in the morning and suddenly they looked so good I wanted to touch them." "Oh my poor baby," she said eventually, "I knew something was on your mind. You needn't worry, you can touch them any time you want, as you say we are girls together and shouldn't be embarrassed." I smiled at her and said "Thanks Mum, and you can touch me too if you want." We snuggled closer still and kissed each others cheeks. This was going far better and faster than I had thought possible. After just a week we were able to touch each others' breasts. And we wasted no time in putting this new freedom to work. My hand returned to cup her boob, squeezing it towards the nipple and then cupping it again. After a while I felt her fingers teasing my nipples again. After a while she said it was time we were both in bed and reluctantly I got up. My panties felt like they had a big wet patch and once in bed I masturbated hard to an orgasm. This was getting to me. I was really fancying my own mother, how sick is that? Part of me was saying stop this you silly bitch, you don't have a clue where this is going. But I knew I couldn't stop, it was too exciting, too erotic and I knew it was already too late. Our relationship was no longer mother-daughter; in fact I think it had always been something more. Chapter 3 -- My Mother Becomes My Lover Our cuddles were warmer, no more TV watching, just laying together in that special hour before bed. She knew, yes she had to know. I know she didn't want to go down this path, I think she had been resisting stepping on it for a long time and here I was slowly holding her hand and leading her along it and she couldn't resist it any longer but was still not making any moves herself. Evening after evening we sat there touching each others breasts, stroking our fingers in each others hair, kissing each others faces. All the things we had done and accepted we could do, but no more. And yet we both wanted to, but she waited for me to lead her a little way further down the path. Then one evening I was ready to take another step. After laying there with my nightie open feeling her gently moulding my boobs and exciting my nipples, I whispered how wet this was making me, was always making me. She whispered back that it had the same affect on her. I opened my legs a little and she looked between them seeing the wetness on my pink panties. I took her hand and placed it to the dampness and moved her fingers up and down knowing she was feeling my labia. She moved my bottom off her lap and drew one of my hands under her night dress, up the inside of her thighs, parting her legs all the time. "Feel my wetness too baby" she said and my fingers were exploring her pussy lips through the wet material. The next step on the path had been taken and we explored each others secret parts. The next evening we both had the same idea of leaving off our underwear and our fingers sought out the parts we knew we would find. The barrier to our genital area had been lifted and we moved our hands in each others vulva and vaginas, stimulated each others clits till we shuddered in our orgasmic delights, our lips kissing passionately now, tongues exploring, twining until our bodies calmed down from the heights and we just lay together hands resting on the others pussy. There could be no going back now. We were lovers. I didn't know whether I would go to her bed tonight, or she mine, but it didn't matter as I knew we would probably share a bed from now on. I was wrong though. She led me up to my own bedroom, holding hands, but after kissing me on my lips she said goodnight and went to her own room, leaving me a little confused. In the morning she got me up for school as usual, gave me my breakfast and stood facing away from me at the sink, gazing out of the window. I took my empty dish to her and I could see tears on her face. I put my arm round her and asked why she was crying. "I'm so sorry my love," she whispered "it was so wrong of me what we did last night, I'm a terrible mother." "Don't be silly Mum, it was beautiful and was what I wanted to happen. You're the best Mum in the world and a very special friend now too." "It's all wrong though, baby, and I'm sure quite illegal as well as immoral. If anyone finds out I'd probably go to jail, or at least you'd be taken into care. We have to forget what happened." Now it was me that was crying. "Mum, you know we can't forget it. No-one will ever know I promise but we are lovers and I love you more than ever." I pulled her close and kissed her passionately and she relaxed in my arms and returned the kiss. After a minute or so she pulled apart and we looked deep into each others eyes, with unmistakable love. "You little minx," she said smiling, "you are going to make yourself wet if you're not careful." I told her it was too late and we both laughed. She handed me some tissues and we both dried ourselves. "You'd better put a panty liner in, and I'll have to do the same! Let's talk about it tonight," I could think about nothing else all day and it was terribly hard to concentrate on my homework. In the evening we had a long chat and I learned lots of new things about my Mum. She had always suspected she was only attracted to girls but pretended to her mates that she was into boys. That how she ended up with those mates in the lobby of a hotel where the pop group was staying. The group's entourage noticed them and they were invited up to meet the band. When the lads came onto them she was scared to be the one to back away and ended up losing her virginity to the lead singer. The baby followed and the singer was her first and last male lover. She had a long running thing with a girl at work but never felt comfortable bringing her back, but it was through this girlfriend that she got in with the current group of lesbian, or at least bisexual, women. She admitted she has been besotted by me as a female ever since my periods started, which was when she started seeing me as a girl rather than a daughter, but she always meant to keep these feelings well hidden. Of course it was me who let the genie out the bottle and now she feels really guilty. I told her that I was fairly sure now that I too was only attracted to women and I told her the truth about when her friend stayed in my bed and how I had made up my mind to seduce my own Mum. I told her how I loved her and saw her as a lover as well as a mother. Anyway we kissed again and slowly took off all of the others clothes till we were naked. We kissed each other then she kissed my neck and my nipples, my excitement rising all the time. Her lips kissed my sensitive tummy, working her tongue into my navel. She kissed over my pubic mound, stroking the furry triangle with her fingers. I could hardly believe it when she prised my legs open and kissed into the sensitive depression. She was actually going to kiss me ...there!!! She paused at my clit sucking the hood into her mouth and nibbling at the love button inside, sending me crashing into the first orgasm. Her journey wasn't over though, her kissing continuing over my vulva, tickling my peehole with her tongue before letting it play into my vaginal opening which was oozing its sweet secretions. She sucked and licked at the tender flesh around the opening and raked her tongue just inside to where my hymen maintained its silent guard over my virginity. Her fingers played around the puffy folds surrounding my clit and another orgasm washed its way through my lower body. Her assault on my senses was continuous, again and again pulling delicious cums from my unresisting genital region. I was in real danger of passing out and eventually had to pull my mother's head from between my legs! I pulled her lips to mine smelling the familiar fragrance of my vaginal juices on her face. Many times I've lifted my fingers to my nose when covered in my lubrication and sniffed deeply before tasting them in my mouth. I do hope you're not pulling a face at this Angela, I know my friend Jackie does this too because she asked me once if I did. So if we are a representative sample then maybe most girls do. I wanted to please my Mum in the same way she had me, and copied her slow journey down her body. "Baby you don't have to do this," she said softly, "Leave it till you feel ready". I smiled up at her concerned look, "Oh yes Mum I'm so, so ready." My kisses left a glistening trail down her body to her mound of Venus. I smiled to see the way she had trimmed a chevron in her pubes, looking like an arrow pointing the way to her hidden delights. As my tongue reached her clit she pressed the back of my head, forcing me hard into the little bud and I sucked and tongued her until I felt her shudder violently. She released the pressure on my head allowing me to continue my oral exploration. Her pussy was oozing copious amounts of fluid and with my tongue I gathered as much as I could while rubbing her clit area against the pubic bone. I returned my mouth to her clit while feeling inside her with two very wet fingers. Of course, this was no virgin, her vagina opening easily allowing me to slide 3 then 4 fingers of my hand inside her while using my mouth or the fingers of the other hand to keep up the excitement provided to her clit. A massive orgasm hit as she thrashed her vulva against my face. Her secretions ran warmly over my hand. Chapter 4 -- More Experiences While a Virgin It surprised me how easily we adapted to our new relationship. I thought it would cause enormous emotional problems to make a transition between a mother-daughter relationship and being lovers but not for the first time in this I had been proved wrong. The new dimension just bolted on top of the existing one, enabling us to function in normal family mode throughout the day and switch to lovers when I sat down with her in the evenings. We were able to carry on in this fashion for many months without difficulties. We didn't make love every night of course, sometimes we would just cuddle and other times we would be screwing for hours. Of course we both had the usual feminine interruptions, although that didn't always stop us its true. There was a hurdle preventing me from enjoying our lovemaking fully. My damn virginity! Mum had several really inviting sex toys but the only one of much use was a small vibrator which I loved being played around my clit. There were several cock shaped dildos including one that fitted into a harness to look like an erection on a girl! This could be worn to simulate the part a man would play in sex. I pleaded with Mum to take my virginity with one of the toys but she was reluctant to go that far in case I met a boy who expected purity!!! As if! Finally I bullied her into promising me that she would make me a complete woman on my 16th birthday if I still wanted her to. It was still months away in the New Year and I still had to get through Christmas a virgin. I thought about getting myself a boyfriend and letting him pop my cherry but I really wanted Mum to be the first. Several things happened during my 16th year before my de-flowering was due. The first was that some of Mum's friends once again stayed after one of their girls' nights out. Mum had been on several since but had stayed out all night. I knew now that her nights were spent in sexual pleasure with one of the friends. I was just a little jealous but reasoned that I could never be anything more than a secret lover so I shouldn't get possessive over Mum. This particular night I asked if one would be staying in my bed. "Do you want one to sleep with you?" she asked. "I'm sure they would form a queue if they knew that!" I smiled at the thought. "One will be quite enough I'm sure. Maybe the same one who stayed with me last time? But don't tell her to keep her hands off me this time!" Indeed it was the same lady. This time I stayed awake till they all returned and Mum introduced them. They were all around Mum's age, early 30's, and all slim and attractive. Although I hadn't got a good look at her face last time I recognised her straight away as she was introduced. Her name was Lindsey and it must have been her hair, her voice or fragrance, I don't know, but I was sure. After we had all had a hot drink she sat next to me and whispered "I hear you want me to share your bed again, I enjoyed our cuddle last time." In answer I took her hand and led her into my room saying goodnight all feeling the stares behind me. I think Lindsey was worried what Mum would think but once I explained that she knew and didn't mind she relaxed and we kissed and undressed each other. She was great; our lovemaking went on into the night, taking turns in bringing each other pleasure. The taste of her pussy was stronger than Mum but sweet and tangy. My Mum's tasted just like my own juices and I had rather thought all women would be the same. I was in no doubt now that my preference was for girls. I had no attraction at all to the boys in my class at school yet I could quite easily fancy quite a few of my female classmates. Jackie, in particular, was getting my juices flowing on a regular basis, and that was the second thing that happened before I was 16. Jax had asked me if I would sleep over at her house when her parents went away for a weekend. Mum asked, "Isn't that the girl you fancy at school?" "Yes, but I'm not sure she likes me in the same way." "Well, my love, perhaps this is your chance to find out. Be careful though; don't go in with both feet, just edge the conversation down that path and see how she reacts. Always leave yourself a way of backtracking if she doesn't bite, you don't want to lose the friendship or spook her." This seemed sound advice and all the way over to Jackie's house I thought through some ways I could channel the conversation. As it happens she proved only too willing to `bite' as Mum put it! We had great fun making a giant pizza and a little less fun getting the burnt cheese off the inside of the oven! We settled down to watch a DVD her Mum had bought but after the first half hour we decided it was boring and Jax said hold on and raced upstairs. She came back a minute later with another DVD from her dad's study. "Don't you ever tell anyone about this will you" she demanded "I'm not supposed to know about these." "Why? What is it?" She handed it to me and I saw exactly why! The sleeve described it as a hardcore sexy romp with bored housewives and the pictures left nothing to the imagination. The `romps' seemed to include housewives with well-endowed handymen and pool cleaners as well as a gorgeous female lingerie salesperson. The latter one looked particularly exciting and I urged Jax to play the disc. The film was very explicit but I found much of it disappointing. Yes there was sex aplenty and it was shown in great close-up and at the end of each feature the man would cum over the girls face or body, always finishing himself by hand. It struck me as weird after all the sucking and fucking for 20 minutes or so he would have to cum by his own hand, it didn't seem to say a lot for the girls' ability. And the story lines were paper thin, taking about a minute from the handyman's arrival to the start of the sex. Maybe the whole thing was aimed at a man's requirements for visual sex but probably a girl's requirements are for more of a story involving greater emphasis on the seduction. However I was getting a little turned on and Jackie obviously loved it, unconsciously fondling her right nipple through her tee-shirt. Maybe I was less interested because it was all about men with the girls and I could just see all the faults, and technically there were big faults. The girls kept looking at the camera which annoyed me and I wanted to scream at them to concentrate on the action. Also you could hear the occasional prompt from the director (`move your hair aside so we can see your tongue', `lift your knees' etc.) and you could often see the shadows of the cameraman and even once I saw his reflection in a mirror. It all seemed very amateurish and distracted from any belief in the stories. The last section was the one I was waiting for and despite the continuing technical blunders the storyline was a bit stronger. The housewife tried on several items of lingerie before the sales girl's compliments led to some lesbian kissing and manual/oral sex leading to the sales girl producing various sex toys that were put to good use. Jax was even more turned on with this story and her face was flushed and her hand was pressed into the crotch of her shorts and began the move it around. I followed her example and edged my hand up under my short skirt onto my knickers making it obvious I was rubbing myself. I saw out the corner of my eye that she was looking at what I was doing although I pretended to be concentrating on the TV. I realised I was doing what I always seemed to, that is provoking a course of action but letting the other person think that they were making the running. In this case I knew she was excited more by what I was doing than the film but I wanted her to make the next move. I didn't have to wait long! "Looks like this is making you horny too" she said. I pretended to just realise what I was doing. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Jax, hope I didn't embarrass you." "God no, I've been touching myself too for some time and I've got quite wet I think." "Yes me too. Well you'd better take your shorts off then before they get wet and smelly." She smiled and said it's probably too late, indicating a damp place where her fingers had been. She stood up and yanked them down anyway and I was amused to see a pair of cartoon character panties. "Oh yes, very mature I must say!" I mocked. She did a quick pose, displaying a large wet oval between her legs. "God you horny little cow, you're soaked!" I exclaimed. "Oh and I suppose you are dry as a bone!" "Well, not quite" I answered pulling up my skirt to reveal a similar state. "That last story of the two women was quite a turn on for some reason." "Yes that was easily the best; the others were a bit naff." She sat down again but much closer to me now and our legs were touching as we resumed our hand activities. By now the two women were locked in a 69 with their faces buried in each others pussy and by the exaggerated noises they were making (which had surely been dubbed on afterwards) it sounded as though they were both having massive orgasms. They had another snog before the DVD came to an abrupt end. We were both openly masturbating through our saturated panties now and were hardly watching the screen now, preferring to look at each other. I had pulled my skirt to my waist so that she could watch my administrations and I now pushed the panties to one side so I could touch myself properly. She visibly shuddered seeing my wet pussy now in all its glory, and she promptly did the same. We watched fascinated as we both stimulated our clits and made no secret of being interested in what the other was doing. "Shall we get naked?" she asked with a gleam in her eyes. After all there's only us girls here." I nodded and said "that's a great idea", enforcing the fact this was HER idea. We quickly discarded our clothes and sat back down, this time making sure my right arm was round her shoulder and that our bodies were as close as possible. Her right hand immediately went back to her vulva and with my left hand I stroked at my breast pulling the nipple out each time. With my hand on her right shoulder I pulled her closer so that our faces were only inches apart as we looked into each others eyes. Up to now I had played a very submissive role, ensuring that she made the running but now I expedited things by placing my hand over hers circling her clit and followed its motion. She got the message straight away, withdrawing her hand leaving mine doing just what hers had been, and she brought her hand up to cradle my face as she brought her mouth slowly towards mine. There was no doubt at all now that we were going to have a mutual sexual experience and our lips touched softly at first with gently kissing sounds and repeating this many times before opening our lips and locking together. I can't remember whose tongue ventured out first, maybe it was at the same time, but soon we were having a passionate French kiss and at the same time her right hand fell to my pussy, expertly guiding me towards an orgasm by a firm circular motion round my love button. >From the way her hips were pushing her engorged pussy onto my hand I guessed she was very near too. Unlike the women on the DVD the climaxes were not ear shattering but she pulled her head back away from mine and was panting hard before a long low moan issued from her throat. I think it was the knowledge that I was making this friend cum that brought my own orgasm crashing in on me as I rubbed against her fingers that had stopped while she was in the throes of hers. I lay back with the exhaustion of the sheer intensity of it all and my arm around her shoulder pulled her on top of me with us both breathing hard. Our bodies seemed to meld into a single entity as we lay there and our mouths once again met, not in an urgent kissing as before, but in a long, tender, loving coming together of our souls. Our legs entwined and our arms wrapped around us pulling us tightly together and locking every part of our bodies together. There we lay for ages, wallowing in this first experience and feeling love surge between us. It was a truly moving moment, which never really repeated between us again but created a bond that will probably last our lifetimes. We went to bed together eventually and we copied what had happened on screen with our mouths exploring, stimulating and drinking the love fluids from our vaginas before falling asleep in a cuddle. I went home shortly after her parents returned the next morning. We had both forgotten the DVD which her Mum found still in the machine and Jax got into awful trouble over it. She didn't say where she got it but the horrified look on her dads face when he was brought into the row was quite a sight apparently. He was so grateful that the fact that it was his was not revealed that he didn't dare give Jax a hard time about taking it. I was not exactly welcomed there again although we were to have some further sexual adventures when we were left alone. As it happens the family emigrated about a year later so any prospects of a relationship vanished. Chapter 5 -- The Day I Became a Woman Anyway my 16th birthday edged ever closer and still my relationship with my Mum grew stronger but we still managed to somehow compartmentalise the different facets of it, and no-one outside the two of us guessed or even suspected that we were any more than mother and daughter. Apart from her circle of girl-loving friends of course, who probably had guessed the fact. Christmas and New Year came and went without too much incident. I went out with friends to a club for New Year and Mum went for a party with her clique. Just before my birthday in January we had an unexpected visit from my dad, although I was busy doing homework at the time and he obviously wasn't asking to see me. It was only a brief visit but once again he came bearing financial gifts for us both which more than paid for my university tuition in a few years time. Mum had asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I reminded her of her promise. She smiled and said she meant something she could wrap up! "Well there is something actually," I said, "I don't have any toys of my own, and maybe I should have something for you to use when you make me a woman." "Hmmm. Yes you should have some playthings. I'll see what I can do!" The big day came at last and was luckily on a Saturday. I opened my cards and presents which were all from Mum. In them I was delighted to see so many toys and she must have bought up half the sex shop. There were various size and shape of dildo and some exciting looking vibrators. There were also various other goodies like beads and eggs which I wasn't sure what to do with, but was sure to spend happy hours finding out about. I spent the whole morning ridding myself of all hair around my pubes, underarm and legs and styling the hair on my head. After lunch we went to the shops and I treated myself to a whole new wardrobe (thanks dad) including some really sexy underwear so I would look my best later. Mum did a lot of shopping too and we came back laden with bags. I was getting a little nervous now, the time was almost here and I had built this up so much in my mind and wanted it to be a real occasion. And so it was. We had a light tea complete with a birthday cake with 16 candles. During the evening I went to my room and laid out the various toys I had been given and pondered over which should be the chosen implement but decided to leave this to Mum. I had a shower and changed into my sexiest underwear and a slinky white low-cut dress, thinking white was the appropriate colour for tonight. Back downstairs she said I looked gorgeous and asked what I'd like to do. As if she didn't know. I sat on her lap in my usual fashion and we kissed until we began tingling but she made no attempt to remove my dress. Before long she sat me on the settee next to her and got up. "Give me 10 minutes to get ready and then come up," she whispered. "OK, we'll use my room. Choose your weapon!" I laughed. I heard the sound of the loo being used and flushed and water being run. Another five minutes passed and I slowly climbed the stairs, thinking that this would be for the last time as a virgin. In my room the curtains had been pulled, the lights were off but the bed was lit in the glow of some sweet smelling candles. Good old Mum, just perfect! On my bedside table she had chosen two dildos, a fairly small smooth silver one and a larger penis-shaped one about the right size and colour of the real thing. There was also a large tube of KY jelly and tissues and a sanitary pad. The lady was well organised! On the bed, the duvet had been taken off and a large white towel was folded in two and laid across the middle of the bed. My Mum was sitting on the bed totally naked and looking lovely. She was smiling and telling me to come closer. As I walked over to the bed she stood up and told me I looked wonderful and that I was to relax totally. She kissed me again and started to remove my clothes very slowly and sensually. She loved my black lacy bra & panties and kissed my nipples through the thin material before unclipping it and sliding it off. She knelt down and kissed the indentation in the V of my panties and rolled the panties off my hips and they fell to my feet. She smiled at my new hairless look. Now we were both naked but she hadn't finished yet. Off came my watch, my cygnet ring and even the scrunchie from my hair allowing it to fall naturally over my ears. "Oh yes. Now you're really virginal. Are you still sure of this?" "Yes I'm really, really sure Mum. There's nobody in the world I'd rather do this." "OK its time then baby. Let's lay you down and get you really juicy." I lay on my back with my legs apart and she raised my knees up high. She started rubbing my clit hood slowly and then licked me from my vagina to my clit and back again and I was already getting wet. After a while she opened my vaginal entrance and inserted a single finger through my hymen then pushing through the hole I had often felt. She said I had a nice hole that she wiggled her finger around in. She removed her finger, wet from my secretions and selected the silver dildo. It had a blunt pointed end but was otherwise smooth and not very thick. "We'd normally use this in your anal entrance but will do very nicely for this purpose." She took the tube of KY and spread the clear jelly over the end of the dildo and smeared more onto my hymen. "Are you ready baby?" I nodded and she added "Now just relax honey this may be just a little uncomfortable." She positioned the tip against the hole in the maidenhood and then laid over me kissing me on my lips and then I felt pressure inside and a momentary stab of pain but not at all bad. "Good girl, very good girl. I'm going to give you a special prize when this is over." She wiggled the dildo around enlarging the hole even further and then withdrew it. There was a small smear of red in amongst all the KY and natural lubrication. She laid it on the towel and then picked up the imitation cock. Suddenly this looked huge and I knew this was really going to hurt. She told me to relax while more KY was spread over the head of the latex monster and over the shaft. It was the same routine as before, positioning it on the hymen then coming up to kiss me. "This will hurt just a little more baby. Just relax and kiss me hard. I love you so much sweetie". "I love you too Mum. Do it. Do it now!" I kissed her hard, felt the pressure and another stab of pain, but only a little worse than before. "Go on Mum put it right through!" She pulled herself off me and said "It is in honey, take a look." I looked down and it was true. It was over. The dildo was well in to my vagina and a little blood was trickling down the remaining shaft and onto the towel. "Wow that didn't hurt nearly as much as I thought. Are you going to fuck me with it now?" "No, my sweet, we'll let that heal up first but I will give you that special prize. First let me examine you now." She pulled the dildo right out and laid it with the other. There was more blood smeared all over it but it didn't worry me. She opened me up again and peered in. "That's fine, baby. The hymen is in shreds and now that the blood supply is cut off the skin will die and just fall away in a little while. It's over honey; you're now a full woman." We both laughed out loud and I asked what the prize was. "Ah yes, the prize is inside you she said. She opened my vagina once more and a small drip of blood hit the towel. "It's almost stopped already" she said. She slid two fingers up inside me, with her palm up, and I could feel them probing the vagina wall. She inserted them a little further and then I felt it very sensitive like my clit. She wiggled the tip of her fingers around that spot and it was driving me wild with sexual pleasure. "Fucking hell Mum what the hell is that?" "That, my darling, is your G spot, isn't it wonderful?" With the thumb of her same hand she circled my clit and the double stimulation was blowing my mind. I was wriggling my hips all around with the sensation and then I felt something building deep inside me, in my womb or somewhere, and I felt like I was going to explode with the intense feelings. "Oh god no, please stop" I cried over and over but there was no let up and the feeling spread down to my genitals and my legs and a massive orgasmic contraction just took over the pelvic muscles and squeezed me like a lemon. Mum rolled onto her side and a big spurt of water shot out as she pulled out her fingers. But surely that came out my peehole? Another contraction, a little less intense, and another squirt of this liquid. God was I peeing myself? The first spurt had gone right to the edge of the towel with the power of the contraction but the second sprayed over my thighs. Even my Mum looked amazed by the explosion. I could see that she was rubbing her own pussy like mad. I wanted to help but I seemed to be stuck to the bed, no energy at all. I just watched as she brought herself to an orgasm and lay beside me panting. "Mum, what on earth just happened, that was amazing!" She looked at me, her eyes shining, and still trying to calm her breathing. "It's what's sometimes called a female ejaculation baby. Can happen when the G spot orgasm is about to happen. But I've never seen one quite like that! Now you can see why I put such a big towel down!" "But didn't it come out my peehole? Did I just pee everywhere?" "No my sweet it's not wee but comes out the same place. It's clear and tasteless, but don't ask me where it suddenly comes from." My strength was returning and I sat up a little and grabbed a wad of tissues from the box and wiped my thighs and then my pussy. There was still a little blood around the newly broken vagina. Mum got up a little unsteadily and found my knickers on the floor, stuck the sanitary pad onto the crotch and pulled them up my legs and over my hips. "Keep that on for a little while baby. Come on I think we both need a drink!" We dressed and went downstairs. She got a bottle of champagne from the fridge, opened it with a pop and poured us both a tumbler of it. "Shit I need a shower Mum, I pong." "Oh don't worry baby, so do I, lets both get stinking drunk to celebrate your journey into womanhood!" And we did! A second bottle was soon opened and my head was getting really funny by the end of the night. We opened bags of crisps, peanuts, biscuits and we were both hungry. We talked about what had happened a lot and were both drunk and smelly when we fell into bed -- yes together. I whispered to her as we lay together that this had been the best birthday I will ever have. Chapter 6 -- Just Friends on Holiday Over the next few days she showed me the joys of using the vibrators and it was wonderful having the ability to put the toys deep in me and be fucked properly. With all the excitement I had forgotten my period was due until I got the tell-tale cramps. Mum gave me some tampons and showed me how to insert them. I didn't want to use them while I was a virgin but now I was free! Our love just got even better now I had thrown off the shackles of the hymen and it became harder to switch back to the daughter mode during the day and I could feel that part of my life disappearing gradually. During the summer holidays, with no school, it got even more difficult. Yes holidays, that was another thing I wanted to tell you about. We had booked our holiday in Tenerife long before any of these events and at the time it was a mother taking her daughter on holiday. Now we had to decide whether our new situation affected this. We talked about presenting ourselves as a different relationship, cousins, sisters or maybe just friends so that we could more legitimately have fun together without raising eyebrows. Our shared surname probably made it impossible to pass ourselves as friends and maybe the age gap prevented being sisters. We thought cousins was a more viable option. I could probably pass as 18 with a bit of slap and Mum could pass as 28 quite easily. We eventually settled on second cousins and worked out our cover story so that we told the same version. We had a self-catering apartment so didn't have to worry about sleeping arrangements. We decided we would let our hair down and maybe try different partners if the opportunities arose. She was quite keen that I should have an experience or two with men, although I wrinkled my nose at the prospect, but went along with it. So there we were on our first night at the welcome disco. I was made up to look at least 18 and looking at myself in the mirror I could have been even older. Mum looked great but I had to be careful not to call her that but Sarah during our time here. Her youthful looks combined with makeup skills meant she looked about 25 and we could easily have passed for sisters after all. Certainly if we'd have claimed to be mother and daughter we wouldn't have been believed! We had a few drinks before a couple of German lads about 20 or 21 pulled us up on the crowded dance floor. We had a couple of dances then the guys headed for some beer while we went back to our table but after a quick guzzle of our drinks another few guys also in their early 20's led us back to the floor. These two were from Bolton and were a good laugh. They had been to Tenerife before and said there were better places just down the road, so after one dance we walked down to one. On the way Darren had his hand round my waist and this slipped slowly south until it was on my bum cheeks so I was pretty sure he fancied his chances. Geoff and, er, Sarah were walking behind us and were doing much the same. The next bar was a little less crowded and we spent an hour or so getting more and more merry. It was still quite lively when we left to go to yet another but we did some heavy duty kissing in the street and we decided to go back to our apartment instead. I knew, of course, that I was about to have my first experience with a man and I was making a mental note to check that he wore a condom. I knew we had placed some in the bedside cupboards of both rooms and also left a few in the lounge in case we didn't make it to the bedrooms. It was going to be hard for Sarah too; it had been over 16 years since her last experience with a man, I can't say I enjoyed the experience and I know Mum hated it but went through the motions. Mine started OK with some good kissing and I could feel his excitement pressing against my lower tummy. I was wearing a rather skimpy black dress with black lacy underwear and he soon had my boobs exposed. His squeezing of them was unnecessarily heavy handed and I asked him to be gentler. I lifted his tee-shirt off and we cuddled and kissed some more. We drifted to the bed and he shed his trousers and I took off the dress and the bra which was dangling round my waist by then. His cock was a good size and was pushing out the front of his boxers and I held it and rubbed it like Mum had demonstrated on the dildo. He pushed my head downwards towards it and was obviously expecting a little oral arousing. Fortunately Mum had demonstrated this too so I wasn't too worried about doing this for the first time. However I wasn't prepared for the smell! It turned my stomach and there was no way I could get near it like that. I asked him if he would mind giving it a wash in the bathroom and I could tell he was none too pleased, but went anyway. The first thing I did when we got home was to excuse myself to the bathroom where I peed and washed my undercarriage as I know it can smell stale otherwise and girls would do this as a matter of course. Boys don't seem to think that way and walk around all day, pee without wiping themselves and then expect a girl to go down on them! When he returned we had to start over with his arousal and this time he tasted much sweeter. I sucked and rubbed him like I'd been shown and soon he was ready. I lay back and opened my legs expecting him to return the favour and give me oral stimulation but instead he took it as his cue to fuck. His penis was aimed at my entrance when I remembered the condom. I asked him to wear one but he said he wasn't carrying any, so I scrambled in the drawer by the bed and pulled out the 3 pack, ripping off the cellophane and handing him the foil wrapped contraceptive. He finally got it unrolled on his dick and at last I felt it pushing its way into my vagina. I could feel him thrusting but I just couldn't get excited by it all. He was sweating profusely and I took a turn on top and could get a little more pleasure that way and even had a weak orgasm. He felt like he was close so took me from behind and soon was grunting as he came. He withdrew fairly quickly and lay there dozing for a while, still wearing the condom with a full teat. I removed it as his dick softened and wrapped it in a tissue and dried the head which was still oozing some cum. He woke up again and asked if it had been good. I said he was the best guy I'd ever had (which wasn't a lie!) His friend was already waiting in the lounge so they left feeling pleased with themselves. After they left we both said yeucchh and had a good laugh. It seems Mum didn't have much more luck with Geoff who was a little too drunk to be able to perform though she had tried her best to keep him erect. But every time he managed to get it hard enough to get the condom on, he lost it again. In the end she gave him a hand job and that was all. I said Darren was a lot of work for not much satisfaction and I wasn't inclined to pull any more fellas if she didn't mind. We agreed to try a different approach. Spend our days on the beach and chill out at night. Forget the men; after all we have each other. Well, at least I had my experience with a man! The next day we put our new master-plan into action. The beach was lovely, if a bit packed, and our tan got off to a good start. By about 3.00 pm we had had enough and went into town to find some shade. We ran into a holiday rep and asked if there were any quiet bars I the town where we could just chill out without being deafened. He explained that if we were looking for guys the discos were the best bet. Sarah said we were NOT looking for guys. Her emphasis seemed to make him look at us a bit differently. "Well," he said, "there are a couple of small bars in a certain part of town that cater for women pretty well exclusively if that's what you have in mind. One of them apparently just has musak sort of stuff, you know just background music, but I haven't actually been there myself, of course." He seemed a little embarrassed so after getting the address of the bar we thanked him and went back to the apartment for an iced drink and a little cuddle. We actually had a sleep as well and when we woke it was time to get ready and find somewhere to eat. We didn't get to find the bar until after 9.00 pm but it didn't look much from the outside. The sign on the door said it was the Tampa Cross Club but it looked closed. Some other girls came along but ignored the door and went up some metal stairs to the door above our heads. We looked up and the windows were all open and we could now hear the sounds of soft music and chatter. We called each other stupid tarts and followed the others up the stairs. Two large guys stood at the door but waved us through into a comfortable lounge with soft red lighting. All around the edge were booths with candles. There were about 30 women there sitting in groups or pairs and some more standing at the bar chatting and some using the small dance floor. We held hands and walked up towards the bar and some of the women looked at us smiling and almost licking their lips! God I remember thinking there is no way we were not going to get hit on. Me anyway! All these women drooling after a young pussy! I was right too; we had only sat down in a booth with our drinks for a minute or two when two women in their late thirties hit on us. We had been sitting on opposite sides of the table in the middle of the booth and the women parked themselves next to us and the one next to me started telling me how pretty I was. I know Mum is in her early 30s but doesn't really look it. These women were very made up and looked grotesque to me. I caught Mum's eye and shook my head very slightly and Mum got the message. Mum turned to the one next to her and said something and the woman called her mate and left us to go back to the bar. We decided to have a dance so took our purses and found a space on the small dance floor. There wasn't room to do more than hold each other and dance round on the spot but even so we managed to bump against the next couple a few times. They looked at us the first time and said sorry and they were both very pretty, in their mid-twenties. One had shortish blond hair, the other with brown hair with highlights. Mum and I looked at each other after we continued dancing and both smiled and raised our eyebrows. They were much more what we both had in mind and it needed no words between us to exchange that message. The next time we bumped was engineered by Mum deliberately, swinging me so that my bottom bumped against one of the two women. This time I apologised and the blond-haired one said don't worry it was nice and rubbed her bottom against mine to demonstrate the fact. We chatted a bit, dancing side by side, exchanging names and where we were from... The brunette was, of course, you my sweet Angela and the other was your friend Josie. We were both from the UK and it turned out we only lived thirty odd miles away from each other. Mum invited you both to sit at our booth and you agreed straight away. The spark was there from the start wasn't it my love, I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole evening and Mum was getting on famously with Josie. After that first drink you put your hand on mine on the seat and shortly afterwards took it to your lap so I knew you were already developing feelings for me. I think at that time we were all only thinking in terms of a holiday fling and to be sure none of us was being particularly honest with each other were we? Mum and I were sticking to our cover story of being second cousins and of me being 18 and Mum 28 and you didn't query that at all. For your part you didn't tell me you were both policewomen on a gay holiday together but instead gave us some bullshit about working for a security company. But it didn't matter to me what you did, I wouldn't have minded if you were truthful but I understand completely why you fibbed. I'm not sure you would have minded me being 16 either at that stage, the attraction was mutual and our ending up in bed that evening was inevitable. You and Josie invited us back to the apartment you had rented and we accepted immediately. By that stage we were kissing when we danced and on the way to the apartment we stopped every few yards for another passionate kiss. Even at the pace we were going, Mum and Josie were going slower, and their hands were all over each other. When we finally got to the apartment there was no small talk or drinks. There were fortunately two bedrooms and Mum and Josie disappeared into one while you and I took the other. "God I need you soooo much," you whispered. "Oh Angie I need you too, make love to me please." "Make love TO you? Are you a little submissive then my sweet? That's good because I'm more dominant I guess and it will be my pleasure to screw you good tonight." I hadn't really realised that I was submissive but now you had said it I think it's true. You certainly took control, pulling off my glittery top and pushing me back on to the bed. You unzipped my short skirt and pulled that off too, together with my strappy stilettos. You then left my laying there in my skimpy bra and thong while you did a striptease for me to watch. Slowly and sensuously you took off one item at a time. After your top had come off you teased me with glimpses of your breasts after unclipping the bra, not giving the full view of your gorgeous boobs until you finally whipped it away. I was beginning to get even wetter than I was already, and I felt the thin strip of thong between my legs and the material was drenched. Eventually you eased your panties off your bottom and let them flutter down your legs to leave you totally nude. You stood there pulling at your nipples, which were already as fat as my little finger and half an inch long, and you smiled at me drooling over them. "You want them baby?" you asked, "You want to suck these beauties?" "Mmmm, you know I do!" "Come on then, feast on me." You moved closer to the bed and I sat up, bounced till I sat on the edge of the bed and clamped my mouth over your right nipple, holding the breast with both hands and suckled on you like a baby. The nipple grew longer and hard and you almost had to tear it away from me in the end to feed me the other. You pulled me to my feet after a while and we once again locked in a whole series of passionate kisses. While we kissed you unclipped my bra and undid the bows on my thong so that when you laid me back again my remaining underwear disappeared. You laid full on me and while your mouth again found mine you pushed one thigh against my soaked pussy and I felt the wetness of yours rubbing against my thigh. It reminded me of my first experience with Mum's friend but this was so much better. Your lips sought out my nipples and sucked them in deep while squeezing and stroking the breasts. The teats were stretched with your teeth and then sucked again. Every time I went to hold your breasts too you pushed my arms back flat on the bed, so I lay there letting you thrill every part of me, bringing me surely to a pussy-trembling cum, Sensing the fast-approaching climax you scrambled between my legs and buried your tongue deep in me and then to my clit where you licked it rapidly whilst the orgasm broke over me like a wave. It was only then that you allowed me to do you back, well actually after you squatted over me and force-fed my your pussy I had no choice did I? At all times you stayed firmly in control, but never mistreated or degraded me and I didn't feel like a slave or anything. You're right I am a bit submissive, enjoy it too. Later in the week when we had a group session with Josie and Mum on the bed in our place it was clear that Josie was also submissive and Mum was so in charge, so I can see what the setup is between you two. Chapter 7 - Back home and the lies are exposed. It was a magical time for me, that week with the four of us; between you and Mum my pussy was kept so active that it began to get tender, but the tenderer it got the more I craved the sex. It was an exhausted girl that flopped down in the airplane seat next to Mum on the way home and I slept the journey through. That morning we had had an emotional tear-filled goodbye to you and Josie. We had exchanged addresses and phone numbers as you always seem to, without much real expectation of a follow up when back I was proved wrong as early as the following evening. I recognised your voice straight away and you were keen to see me at the weekend. It was arranged that you would pick me up at home at 6.00pm on Saturday and we would get a meal and go out somewhere after. I asked whether Josie would be coming and you were a little offhand, saying Josie was capable of making her own arrangements with Sarah. (Mum). I had spent all afternoon getting nice for you and I had resolved to tell you the real truth about my age and Mum etc. that evening. I was aware that what was OK for a holiday romance was not the way to start a real relationship if that is what it was to be. The idea was that I would be ready early so that we could go straight out before you saw Mum and that by the time we returned you would know the truth so it wouldn't matter if you came in. Of course it didn't work out that way did it! You arrived a whole hour early while I was still getting my make-up on and there was no way Mum could stop you guessing the truth. There were enough pictures of me with Mum at different ages around the lounge. For that to be obvious and Mum admitted my real age. I could hear the raised voices from my bedroom but arrived as you were leaving wagging a finger at Mum threatening her with all sorts of prosecutions for offences against a minor. It was only then I learned you were with the police. I've been ringing you for hours but you wouldn't talk to me at first then it seems you have left the phone off the hook. So I started this letter. It's got a bit long I know but I wanted you to know the complete truth. It's now daylight and I've been writing all night it seems, but I wanted to mail this today. Please don't make trouble for Mum, it was all my fault. I would love to see you again now all the lies are out the way. My love for you wasn't a lie, isn't a lie, but I know I've blown it with you. Can we meet again just to talk about things and end it properly if that what you want? THE END Well I hope you enjoyed this story and as usual I would love to hear any comments (good or bad) or suggestions. E-mail me at suzie_xx@hotmail.co.uk. I guarantee to respond personally to each one (unless you choose to remain anonymous of course.).