Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2021 14:52:02 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: My Friend's Mom (lesbian / Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/fF

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and mother and daughter.  If this
type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18
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                     My Friend's Mom
                           By
                         Jan

	When I was a 14-year-old freshman starting high
school, my parents were the fourth generation of my Italian
family to live in Queens, New York.  My mother named me
Angelina.  I am a reflection of my parents.  They are very
proud that their family came from Milan, the northern
portion of Italy.  They had more in common with Switzerland
than they did with southern Italy.

	I am fair skinned like my mother, but we can tan
quickly.  Our hair is auburn colored and brown eyes.  I was a
petite girl that looked younger than my age.  I was also a shy
girl that was slow to make friends when placed in a new
situation, like entering a new school.

	As soon as I started the new school year, there were a
lot of students from the other middle school in my classes.   I
was reluctant to interact with them.  One girl that was in all
of my classes was quick to approach me.

	Her name was Aurora.  Her family came from
Catanzaro, southern Italy.  She was a very friendly and
talkative girl.  She had black hair and her brown eyes were
very dark.  She was pretty even with the Toman nose.  She
was the same age as me, we were even born in the same
week as each other.  She had a dark skin tone and was
physically far more mature than me.  I envied the size of her
breasts. We became almost inseparable as the weeks
passed.

	Both of my parents worked, so I went home to an
empty home every day.  It was natural that Angie invited me
to come home with her after school.  I was impressed by her
mother when I met her.  Her name was Sofia and she was a
full-figured woman.  It was obvious that Aurora would look
just like her mother.  I liked her the instant I met her.

	She welcomed me as a member of her family with a
warm hug to her full-sized breasts and kissed me on the
cheek as soon as Angie introduced us.

	They lived on 61st Street.  It was one red brick two
story duplex with attic bedrooms on a row of them.  Each of
them had concrete sox step stoops with iron hand rails and
metal honing over the two front doors.  The home was
welcoming and smelled of something aromatic cooking all of
the time.  Sofia insisted on fixing me something to eat and a
tall glass of iced tea.  I became comfortable in their home
quickly.  There was never any mention about Aurora's
father, I was curious about him but felt uncomfortable about
asking.

	Aurora asked me several times to spend the weekend
at her home before I asked my mother if it was alright to
have a sleepover at Aurora's.  With her approval we planned
on spending a weekend together.  She had a small attic
bedroom.  It was warm enough but the heat in the home
went up to the little bedroom.  We had to open the window
to let the room cool off.  The first night I was uncomfortable
about getting undressed in front of Aurora when we
prepared for bed.  Aurora had no such inhabitations at all.
She simply took off all of her clothes and flung them aside.
Looking at her made me nervous.  I couldn't help comparing
her body to mine.

	To start with she was physically more mature than
me.  She was at least six-inches taller than me.  Her breasts
were at least a C+ and she had a full pubic bush.  Her skin
had that natural tan look.  I was surprised to see that she
had a tattoo of a lacy design on the small of her back.  She
told me that it was a tramp stamp.

	I asked: "What did your mother say when she saw it?"

	Aurora chuckled: "My mother has very little room to
criticize anyone about tattoos."

	I was too naive to realize that she was telling me that
her mother was tattooed.  I didn't ask why.  I was self-
conscious about her seeing my body.  I turned my back to
her and removed my clothes quickly and pulled my
nightgown over my head before turning to face her.

	Aurora simply raised an eyebrow and got into bed
naked she held the sheet up in an invitation for me to join
her.  I got into the bed next to her and she lowered the
sheet over my body and cuddled up next to me.  I could feel
her breasts pressing against my arm and she wrapped her
legs around my right leg.  Her head was tight next to my ear
and I could feel and hear her breathing.  She whispered
softly in my ear: "Haven't you ever slept with another girl
before?"

	In all innocence, I said: "I slept with a cousin a couple
of years ago when her family came for a visit."

	Aurora chucked in my ear: "you're too sweet!"  She
didn't say anything more and kissed my ear gently and went
to sleep.  The rest of the weekend the three of us got to
know each other better.  Our mother's cooking was similar
but there were regional differences.  The more I was around
Sofia the more comfortable I was talking to her.  As the
academic school year was coming to an end there was talk
about Aurora getting to visit her grandmother in Catanzaro.

	I was happy for her but would miss her.  Sofia assured
me that I was welcome to visit her and keep her company.
She insisted that she needed the company.  She made me
feel as if it was my duty to spend as much time with her as
possible.  A duty I was happy to do.

	My father would drop me off at Sofia's on his way to
work.  Sofia would greet me at the door sometimes in her
nightgown with a housecoat on.  At other times she would
be dressed in her normal dresses.  She did her best to keep
me entertained.  She taught me to cook and we practiced
my ability to talk in Italian.  She took me shopping with her
and we took the train into Manhattan to visit museums and
even see Broadway matinees of popular stage plays.  We
spent a lot of time talking to each other.  I was comfortable
telling her my most intimate secrets.  Sofia listened to me
without judging what I told her.

	One day she took me to an off-Broadway stage play
that was in a small theater with very little seating.  There
were very sparse sets and the actors were wearing street
clothes.  The cast were almost all females.  There were only
two males.  As the story unfolded it became obvious to me
that it was a lesbian tragedy.  At the end we didn't talk much
about what we had seen on the train home.  I noticed a
couple of women that had been in the theater on the train
with us.  They were openly hugging and kissing.  Their
actions disturbed and fascinated me.  The story had an
emotional effect on me.  I didn't say much until we were
walking from the station to her home.

	I told Sofia that I had heard girls talking about lesbians
in the girls' bathrooms with hatful tones and words.  They
talked about which students and teachers were carpet
munchers.  At the time, I didn't understand what they were
talking about.  Now I feel sorry for the girls and teachers
they were talking about.

	Sofia listened to my opinions and expressed her
appreciation for my compassion.  She sought out my feelings
about lesbianism.  I was unsure about my feelings.  Ten I
remembered the question Aurora had asked me the first
night we slept together.

	"Sofia, I just remembered the question Aurora asked
me about  the first sleepover at your home.  She asked me id
I had ever slept with a girl.  I told her that I had slept with a
cousin when her family visited.  I had a feeling that my
answer was wrong but did know why."

	Sofia wrapped her arm around me and hugged me.
"Aurora respected you and never wanted to lose your
friendship.  She knew you were innocent and didn't
understand her question.  That was why she started wearing
pajamas whenever the two of you had sleepovers."

	"I feel so ashamed that I was so stupid."

	"Angie honey, you're not stupid.  You were innocent
and ignorant about lesbianism."

	"Does Aurora feel that way about me?"

	Sofia paused before answering the question.
"Angelina, Aurora and I are lesbians and do love you."

	It was like I had been hit in the face with a bucket of
water.  I had never suspected that they were lesbians.  Then
I remembered some of the things said they had passed over
my head.  I suddenly understood the tingling feelings I had
when they touched me.

	I said: "I feel so foolish!  I never understood.  Can you
ever forgive my ignorance?"

	Sofia hugged me and kissed me.  "There is nothing to
forgive!  Can we remain friends now that you know that
Aurora and I are carpet munchers?"

	I almost chuckled when I remembered having told her
about overhearing that term in the school bathroom.  In
response I wrapped my arms around her neck and jumped
up and wrapped my legs around her waist and kissed her
mouth.  Sofia wrapped her arms around me and she
returned my kiss.  When she forced her tongue between my
lips and probed my mouth, I had a strange feeling.  My pussy
felt like it itched.

	Sofia carried me to the living room sofa and sat down.
I had to relax my grip on her waist with my legs for her to sit
back.  We kissed each other for a long time.  Sofia wanted to
turn me around so that both of my legs were on one side so
that I was sitting on her lap sideways.  That way she had one
hand free to slip her hand inside the top of my dress and feel
my tit while she was tongue kissing me.

	The feeling of her strong hand squeezing my small tit
was so exciting.  I even held my breath as she played with
my tit.  I exhaled into her mouth when she withdrew her
hand.  She started unbuttoning the front of my dress.  As
soon as she pulled the dress off of my shoulders, she
unfastened my bra in back and pulled the straps off of my
shoulders.  As soon as the cups fell away from my body she
leaned over to suck on my nipples.  I was looking down at
the back of her head and marveled at how big her head was.
Her hair flowed down to my lap.  She licked my nipples with
her tongue and it tickled them and stimulated them.  When
she lifted her head up sat back.  I regretted her stopping.

	She managed to unzip the back of her dress and
unhook the bra and somehow managed to pull the bra out
of the left sleeve of her dress.  It made it even more
dramatic when she pulled her dress off of her arms and
exposed her big breasts.  The tattoos caught my eyes.  There
were delicate colorful flowers with great shading that
covered her left shoulder and her left breast and rib cage.
(Now I understand what Aurora has said her mother had no
room to talk about her tattoo.)  I couldn't resist reaching out
and feeling her tit.

	Sofia placed her hand on the back of my head and
pulled my hand down to her breast.  As I took her nipple into
my mouth, I smelled her perfume between her tits.  While I
was sucking on her nipple, Sofia started pulling up my dress.
When she placed her hand on my knee and started sliding it
up the inside of my thigh it sent a ripple up my leg like an
electrical shock.  By the time her hand reached the crotch of
my panties they were moist.  Sofia rubbed the silken for a
few moments before he pulled the material side and started
rubbing my crotch.  She pulled on the pubic hairs a little.
Then she slipped her finger into the moist valley.  I jumped
when her finger bumped into my clit.  She toyed with my clit
until I was gasping for air.  At that point she slipped her
finger down to my vagina and probed the depths until she
found that my hymen was intact.  When her fingertip
pressed against the barrier it felt like pressure was poking
against my internal organs.  There was pain and I told her so.
The fact that I was a virgin seemed to please her.  She
withdrew her finger and she lifted my head and kissed me
gently on the mouth, before she smelled her finger before.

	Watching her smelling her finger embarrassed me.

	When she returned her hand between my legs, she
moved her finger farther down and sought out my asshole
and probed the depths of my asshole.  I was shocked by
what she did to me.  When more so when she withdrew her
hand and smelled her finger again.  Then she simply said: "I
want to take you to the bed where we can be more
comfortable?"

	I got off of her lap and took hold of my dress to keep it
from falling off.  Sofia also gathered up the front of her dress
and stood up.  With her free hand she led me to her
bedroom.  I had seen her room many times but this time I
wanted to remember everything.  Her furniture was
Mediterranean style The bedspread was a needlepoint in
the Italian flag colors with the colorful emblem of Italy in the
middle.  The ceramic lamps were painted with 18 century
fashionable men and women in park-like settings flanking
the bed on nightstands.  There was a clock radio and
cordless phone sitting on the nightstand on the side of the
bed she slept on.  She even had a doll with a ceramic head
with a painted face with banana curly hair and in 18th
century satin dress sitting in front of her pillows.  The room
was cool and the walls were rag painted in a yellow and
ochre color that made the walls look like old plaster walls.

	Sofia stepped out of her dress, and removed the
pumps she had been wearing and rubbed her feet.  Then she
pulled her low-rise black panties down and stepped out of
them before sitting on the bed and unhooked her garter-
belt from her nylons.  She rolled the nylons down her legs
one at a time.  The panties and nylons were wadded up in a
ball that fit in the palm of her hand.  All she was wearing was
the black garter belt.  When she removed it, I got a good
look at her body.

	She was at least 5-feet 7-inches tall.  As I had noted
before her long flowing hair was brown with a rust orange
color.  Like her daughter she had a Roman nose and full lips.
Her breasts were at least a 38-DD, waist was 30-inches, and
her hips were wide and at least 40-inches.  Like her daughter
I envied her big breasts with big brown areolas and nipples.
Of course, my eyes were drawn to her crotch.  I expected
that her pubic hair would look like the hair on her head but
her pubic bush was a dark black, and her labia protruded
past the opening and looked like grayish ruffles.  She had
long brown legs as well.  I was thinking I needed work on my
tan.  Sofia looked at me: "Come here baby, we need to see
what you look like!"

	She pulled me between her legs and pulled my dress
down my legs and I placed a hand on her shoulder to step
out of the dress.  She even tweaked my nipples before she
turned her attention to pulling my caramel-colored panties
down my legs.  At my age my black pubic hair just naturally
covered my vulva with no need to shave unwanted hair.  I
knew that it wouldn't be many more years and I would have
to shave the hair outside my panties and my legs as well.
My thoughts were interrupted by Sofia sticking her finger
back onto my vagina and pulling me up onto the bed by my
cunt.

	I didn't know what to expect.  I lay there and waited
to find out what she was going to do.  She lay on top of my
body and kissed me as she rubbed her body against mine.
She continued kissing me as she turned her body around.
Then she moved down my body until she was sucking on my
tits and her tits were dangling over my face.  I started
sucking on her nipple and switching to the other nipple
when she switched to my other nipple.  When she stopped
sucking my tits, I was disappointed, but she was moving
down my body.  When her face was over my crotch she had
to arch her back to potion over my face.  I was looking up at
her pussy as she lowered her crotch to my face.  The
moment was overwhelming.  I was consumed by the smell
of her pussy as her labia spread over my face and her
enlarged clit was rubbed against my face from my forehead
to my chin as she humped my face.  She was licking and
sucking on my pussy like a ravenous animal.

	I did my best to copy her actions and I was able to
take her clitoris into my mouth and suck on it.  When I felt
her stick a finger into my asshole, I reached around her big
butt and inserted one finger into her asshole then added a
second finger and started finger fucking her like she was
doing to me.  It was so exciting to be sucking her clit and
looking up at her asshole gripping my fingers.  I felt her body
tremble as she started having an orgasm.  At first, I thought I
had hurt her and pulled my fingers out of her ass.  Sofia
complained that she wanted me to put my fingers back in
her butt.  She told me that she was cumming.  Her
convulsions were over quickly, and she continued eating my
pussy and finger fucking my ass.  It felt wonderful and was
driving me crazy but it seemed like I would never cum.  I was
moaning and complaining that I couldn't cum.  Sofia rod me
that I should enjoy it because the first time you have sex
with another person takes a long time.  It would never last
that long again.  I was almost exhausted and gave up fighting
and a warm feeling swept over my body and as my body
convulsed, I actually fainted.  When I came to, Sofia was
holding me in her arms and was kissing my eyes.  She was
telling me how much she loved me.  I clung to her and
returned her kisses and told her that I loved her too.   We
wrapped our legs around each other and clung to each other
as we went to sleep.

	Sofia went to sleep quickly as if she was very satisfied
with herself.  I was having trouble going to sleep.  I was
thinking about everything I had been taught.  I had been told
that it was wrong to play with myself, but I enjoyed doing it.
Everything I had been taught about it being a sin to have sex
with members of the same sex made no since after finding
out how good it felt.  The clock slowly ticked off minutes
until I fell asleep early in the morning.

	My bladder woke me up early.  The room was still
rather dark because the sun was just starting to turn the
easter sky from black to azure blue.  It took a second to
release where I was and remember what had taken place.
Sofie's heavy arm was laying over my chest.  I did my best to
roll out from under her arm without waking her up.  She
loaned but didn't open her eyes as I planted my feet on the
cold hardwood floor.  After I peed, I looked at my face in the
mirror and washed my face and brushed my teeth and
brushed my hair before returning to her bed.  By that time
the room was fully lit by the sun even with the drapes
closed.

	As I crawled into the bed my cold body pressed
against her warm body woke Sofia up.  She wrapped her
arms around my body and kissed me with tongue.  She had
morning breath but that was forgotten after she kissed me
for a minute or so.  Sofia said: "You taste of peppermint.  My
mouth must taste and smell like shit!  Let me brush my teeth
too?"

	She struggled to disengage my body from hers and get
out of bed.  While she was using the bathroom, I lay there
and was so horny I put my hand between my legs and
masturbated slowly.  When she returned, we resumed our
kissing and feeling each other up.  It was only hunger that
drove us to interrupt our lovemaking.  We spent the rest of
the weekend making love to each other.

	During the next week I spent almost every waking
moment at Sofia's.  When we heard from Aurora what time
her flight would arrive at the JFK airport, we were there to
greet her in plenty of time.  The flight was only about 20-
minutes late but it seemed to take forever for her to clear
customs.  We hugged and kissed each other like we hadn't
seen each other for years.  Aurora told us they had
inspected her luggage three times before they allowed her
to pass.

	Her body metabolism was six hours ahead of ours, so
she needed to rest when we got home.  When she was
rested there was a lot to talk about.  She was excited to tell
us about what she had seen and done.  Granny had told her
stories about Sofia growing up.

	Sofia asked Aurora what she thought about her Uncle
Mario.

	Aurora said that he was a lot of fun and showed her a
lot of the sights.  He flirted with her a lot.

	Sofia smiled: "I need to tell you that fifteen years ago
when Mario came to the States for a visit when I was living
with Mary, he agreed to give me a child.  He is your
biological father.  That news stunned both of us.  No wonder
why Aurora liked so much like her mother.  She was the
product of incest.

	Sofia added: "While you were visiting family, Angelina
and I have been seeing each other almost every day.  I'm
sorry that I couldn't resist seducing her before you did it!"

	Aurora was shocked by that news!  "How did you do
that?"

	"We saw a couple of Broadway plays before I took her
to see an off-Broadway play about lesbians.  We talked
about the play and sex when we got home."

	I spoke up and said: "The first time I slept with you
here and asked me if I had ever slept with a girl or woman, I
felt my answer was wrong but didn't understand why. I
understood what you had asked me after seeing that stage
play.  Your mother told me how much you loved me and I
feel like a fool for not understanding.  She has taught me so
much that I love her as much as I love you!"

	Aurora started crying.  "I love both of you, but I may
never forgive her for seducing you before I did.  We hugged
each other and had a joint cry.  It didn't take long before the
fronts of our dresses were soaking wet.  After we had a
laugh, we proceeded to undress each other.  As much as I
wanted to make love to Aurora, both mother and daughter
were stronger than me.

	I was taken down right there on the living room floor
and while the daughter was busy eating my pussy the
mother was grinding her pussy into my face.  After I had an
orgasm that changed places and while the mother ate my
pussy and finger fucked my ass the daughter grounded her
pussy and asshole against my face.

	Our love only grew stronger over the years.  They
introduced me to the gay works in Greenwich Village.  There
were a lot of emotions when I came out to my parents, but
they eventually accepted that I was happy.



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