Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2010 22:16:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mama's Grirfriend (lesbian/adult youth, incest, oral, anal, g/gm. g/FF)

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               Mama's Girlfriend
                      By
                     Jan

	Everything started during the early seventies.
My parents bought their first home when I was
about four-years-old.  It was a brand new housing
development.  There were only four floor plans used.
All they did was flip the plans to give the effect of
eight floor plans.  All of the families were about the
same age and very close to the same income.  The
ages of the children ranged from newborn to no
more than eight-years-old.

	It was the pill that started the Sexual
Revolution.  Free love was the new craze.
Housewives were free to have sex indiscriminately
without the fear of having to tell their husband that
the new bundle of joy doesn't look anything like him
because he was not the father.  Husbands could
have sex with women without having a woman suing
for child support.  Then having his wife sue him for a
divorce and half of everything he had.  That
fostered a lot of ill advised games.

	The parlor game that became the craze was
some form of a 'Key Club.'  House keys or car keys
were placed in a bowl and the men or women pulled
out a key.  The key they drew was the person they
were going home with for the night.  It may have
been exciting at first but the clubs were doomed
from the start.  Jealously was inevitable.

	I later learned that my father became
infatuated with a sexy looking blonde across the
street.  They worked out a way to identify each
other's key.  Everyone couldn't help but notice the
number of times they drew each other's key.  Mama
got suspicious and more than a little jealous.  It was
not long before Dad was taking time off from work
or working late.  The neighbor woman was never
home during these times.  Even her husband got
suspicious too.  He hired a detective that provided
him with proof of her infidelity.  It caused quite a
scandal in the local paper when the headlines 'Local
Wife Swapping Club Leads to Divorce.'  A lot of
families were broken up as a result.  Those that
didn't divorce soon moved.

	Mama had an accounting degree from a
prestigious University.  She got the house and child
support in the divorce.  The money she earned as a
tax consultant for several businesses combined with
the child support made it possible for her to provide
for the two of us comfortably.  I was enrolled in a
private school because it was known as a very good
preparatory school for the finest universities.

	Mother developed a close relationship with a
woman she worked with, named Ruth.  I was naive
about such things.  I thought they were just good
friends.  It never occurred to me that there was
more to their relationship.  I was accustomed to
seeing her around all of the time.  They got along
well together.  They talked about movies, work, and
other people.  They even planned vacations together
for the three of us.

	Ruth was fun to be with.  We rented cabins at
National Parks during the summer.  Winters were
spent in toasty mountain cabins at ski resorts.

	It had occurred to me how much they even
looked like they were related, possibly even sisters.
They were often taken for sisters.  Mama and Ruth
were the same size in so many ways.  They were the
same height and weight.  They were both at least
five-feet eight.  They were always complaining about
being twenty pounds overweight, but they carried it
well.  They dressed alike.  They shared each other's
wardrobes.  They even had their hair styled at the
same salon.  They were both dirty blondes with blue-
green eyes.  I felt as comfortable seeking out Ruth
for comfort and support for a bruise or cut as
Mama.

	When I was eight years old I was introduced to
mutual masturbation by my best friend and her older
sister.  Their names were Lorie and Maria.  I was a
tall skinny girl at the time.  I was every bit as tall as
my best friend's sister, Maria.  She was twelve years
old.  Her breasts were B-sized with nice areolas that
looked like little mauve tits perched on top of her
breasts.  The nipples were bigger than Louie's and
mine.  She was a dark haired girl and she had
started to grow a little patch of pubic hair on her
pubis.  I was fascinated by her crotch.  I wished I
had hair down there as soon as possible.

	Marie shared a bedroom with her sister.  One
night while I was staying overnight with her, Maria
showed us her pussy and showed us how to play with
it.  She instructed us in how to do the same thing to
each other.  She even allowed us to play with hers.
That night gave me a lot to think about.

	I had never thought about my Mama being
sexual before.  When I didn't feel well during the
night I would slip into their bedroom and crawl into
bed with them.  I felt reassured sleeping between
them and feeling their body warmth.  It had never
occurred to me that Ruth and Mama might be more
than friends until I discovered my pussy.

	The longer I played with myself at night in bed,
the more I fantasized about my mother and Ruth.  I
started thinking about what they were doing at night
when Ruth spent the night at our house.  I would
have been too embarrassed to ask my mother about
her sexual relationship with anyone.

	That did not stop me from asking Ruth about
hers, one evening when Ruth was staying over.  Mom
had made a run to the grocery store because we
needed bread, milk and some ingredients for the
simple stew they were making for dinner.  While she
was gone I worked up the nerve to ask Ruth about
her relationship with Mama.

	While Ruth was working in the kitchen I sat at
the breakfast bar and worked up to asking Ruth
about sex.  She was talking to me about what my
school day had been like.  I was complaining about
the amount of homework that was piled on us.  She
was assuring me that the more I learned now the
easier it would be later.  During a lull in the
conversation I blurted out, "Ruth can I ask you s
personal question?"

	Ruth stopped what she was doing because she
recognized the urgency in my voice.  She knew I was
having a hard time putting my question into words.
"Yes, Vickie you can ask me anything!"

	After a long pregnant pause I asked my burning
question because I didn't know the words to use.  I
had never heard the word lesbian before.  "Ruth, are
you and Mama in love with each other?"

	Ruth's face flushed and she paused before
answering the question.  "There are many kinds of
love.  Your mother and I do love each other."

	I grew impatient, "Are you having sex with
her?"

	Ruth was uncomfortable answering the
question, "We have been dreading the day you would
ask that question.  We didn't expect you to suspect
how we feel about each other for a few more years.
We thought we would someday sit down with you and
explain about our feelings for each other."

	She thought for a moment before she asked,
"What brought about the question?"

	I told her, "A friend at school and her older
sister showed us how to play with ourselves and each
other.  I have been doing it at night in bed.  I
started wondering if you and Mama were doing the
same thing to each other on the nights you sleep
with her."

	Ruth had a pensive look on her face before she
responded.  'Honey, you are a little young to know so
much about sex, but I can't say anything because I
was even younger when I learned about the things
that girls can do besides pee through their pussy.
To answer your question, yes, your mother and I
have been lovers for a long time.  Maybe we better
wait until your mother gets home to discuss this
more."

	I didn't look forward to talking to my mother
about such a personal thing.  I was sweating by the
time Mom got home, and it was a cool evening.

	Mama carried in a couple of bags of groceries
and set about putting the milk in the fridge and the
bread in the bread box.  When she started taking
out the vegetables and rinsing them off before
preparing them for the stew she noticed how quiet
Ruth and I were.  She gave both of us that look,
'What's up?'

	Ruth said, "She knows!"

	Mama's face drained of blood.  Promiscuous sex
may have been fashionable in the early seventies but
gay sex was not acceptable in the suburbs.  She sat
down in a dining chair heavily and covered her face
with her hands briefly.  "Okay, we might as well have
that talk now!  Have a seat!"

	Ruth and I sat down at the dining table facing
Mom.  Mom said, "Vickie, this is not something you
tell anyone, and I mean anyone!  Ruth and I have
been lovers for several years.  It was not something
we planned.  It just happened.  Do you have any
questions?"

	I had to think about what to ask, "What do you
and Ruth do in bed?"

	That took my mother aback.  "That is a rather
personal question.  I'm not sure you're old enough to
be asking that question!"

	Ruth coughed, "Vickie is already masturbating
every night and she has done it with her friend."

	My mother was shocked, "How did you find out
about that?"

	"An older sister of a friend showed us."

	Mom must have been weighing the implications
of that statement.  She must have been thinking
about how much she should tell me.  Should she tell
me everything or not?  She didn't want to influence
me into becoming a lesbian after all she had hopes of
being a grandmother someday.  "Let's just say that
Ruth has made my life much fuller than it had ever
been.  We are more than lovers, we are friends."

	I knew that I could not expect her to expand
on her statement.  That left me still wondering what
they did in bed.  I looked at Ruth but did not voice
my question.

	Ruth would not look me in the eye.  I suspected
that if I caught her alone that she would tell me
anything I asked.  I didn't press my luck that night.

	I had a lot to think about that night while I
tried to get to sleep.  I was filled with wonder.  I
wanted to find out just what went on in that
bedroom at the end of the hall.  The problem was
how to find out.  It would be hard to spy on them
through a bedroom window because the bedrooms
were on the second floor.  Hiding in a closet would
be difficult because it was a walk-in closet with a
solid door.  That left me frustrated all night.  The
next day after school I called Mama to ask her if I
could visit my friend after school.  I wanted to talk
to Maria about what she knew about lesbian sex.
Mama was reluctant to give her permission, seeing
that she knew that I was playing with each other.
She finally relented because she knew Lorie and her
mother.

	On the pretence of doing homework Lorie and I
stayed in their bedroom and talked about sex until
Maria got home.  We even indulged in a little mutual
masturbation.  We heard her sister get home as she
came in the front door.  After we greeted each
other I told her that I was going crazy thinking
about lesbian sex.  I wanted to know what lesbians
did in bed.

	Looking back on it now I understand that she
actually had only a little more experience than me.
Her knowledge was mostly gleaned from discussions
with other girls and was laced with misinformation.
She began to expound on her knowledge of the
subject.

	She described how women kissed each other.
She even demonstrated by hugging me while she
kissed me with tongue.  I did find that very
stimulating.  She went on to describe how women
enjoy having their breasts played with and even
sucked on.  She toyed with my little nipples before
she pulled out her tits and allowed me to feel her
tits.  As a 12-year-old her breasts were still rather
small.  The pink areolas covered almost half of each
tit.  The nipples were about the size of the eraser on
a Ticonderoga number 2 pencils.  When I pulled them
down with a finger and let go they sprang back.  The
flesh was soft but felt firm under my hand.  At her
instruction I started sucking on the nipple.  My
efforts were rewarded with the sounds of her
moans.

	Lorie sat on her bed watching me sucking on
her sister's tits while she played with her own pussy.

	When my sucking began to make the girl's
breasts so sensitive that my sucking was becoming
painful she pulled my head away and breathlessly
told me that women also sucked pussy after finger
fucking each other.

	The idea of putting my mouth on the place that
women pee from sounded so nasty but also very
erotic.  I wondered if I could do that to anyone.

	Maria pulled her skirt up and her panties to one
side.  I had seen and played with her pussy before
when she was teaching us how to masturbate.  There
were still very few dark hairs on her vulva.  I
wondered what her hairs would feel like on my
tongue.  Maria placed her hand on the back of my
neck and pulled my head down until I had to slide to
the floor by the bed and place my hands on her
thighs as she pulled my head towards her pussy.

	As my head got closer I could smell her pussy.
After all she had been in those panties for eight or
nine hours.  She had probably peed a couple of times
too.  There was almost a smell of ammonia.  I could
feel the warmth of her wet skin on my cheeks as I
was drawn close.  She pulled my head against her
flesh.  My face was pressed against those scraggly
hairs.  I opened my mouth and licked those hairs.
They felt like soft wires.  A hair came off and got
stuck on my tongue near the back off my throat. I
had to struggle to pull my head back and hack up
that hair so I could scrap it off with my fingernail.

	As soon as I had gotten rid of the hair, she
pulled my head back between her legs.  She told me
to use my tongue to lick her pussy.  When my tongue
got between her pussy lips I was overwhelmed with
the warm slimy texture of her pussy.  I was swiping
my tongue up and down the valley fast and furiously.
At one point she rocked back on the bed and my
tongue came in contact with the rosebud of her
asshole.  It shocked me and I retracted my tongue.
I found that it did not taste bad, and the girl
apparently liked it judging by the pleasant sound she
made.  I even took a second swipe at it and she
responded with a noise that should have brought her
mother running.  I sat up and expected the door to
fly open.  Had her mother busted in it would have
been hard to explain why her tits were hanging out
and her skirt up with the panties pulled to one side.

	Maria had no idea how stimulating it would be
to have someone play with her asshole.  She even had
a climax as a result of my tongue stabbing her
asshole.  It startled all three of us.  We
straightened up our clothes and I gathered up my
school books and made my goodbyes to their mother
before heading home.

	With my newfound knowledge I had a lot to
think about.  I was masturbating so much my pussy
was starting to get swollen.  I even stuck a finger
into my pussy and found the obstacle blocking my
entrance.  I wondered if there was something wrong
with me physically because I could not get my finger
in there.  It hurt if I pushed too much.  All I could
think about was sex.

	One evening while in bed I heard a lot of noise
coming from the master bedroom and sprang out of
bed and sprinted down the hall to the bedroom.
When I opened the door I froze.  Mom was
withering in pain on the bed.  Ruth was trying to
comfort her.  She was holding onto her right side
while bawling like a baby.

	 I think I asked, "What's wrong with Mama?"

	Ruth said, "I think she is having an appendicitis
attack.  We need to get her to the emergency as
soon as possible.  The two of us took turns getting
dressed while applying a cold wet washrag to her
tummy.  We wrapped her in a housecoat and
practically carried her to the car.  Ruth drove us to
the Methodist Hospital and we went right to the
emergency entrance.  The security guard helped her
into a wheel chair.  While Ruth parked the car I
pushed her into the hospital.  As soon as a nurse
touched her right side and Mom cried out in pain she
rushed her into a room.

	Ruth and I had to fill out all of those endless
questions and produce her medical insurance card
from her purse.  We sat up almost all night in the
waiting room.  We could not keep our minds on the
images on the TV.  Ruth had to get up and go outside
to have a cigarette every hour or so.  Eventually a
doctor came out and told us that he had removed
her appendix.  She was in recovery and would sleep
for hours.  We might as well go home and get some
rest too.  He added that she could probably come
home in three days.  They wanted to keep her long
enough to insure there was no infection.

	By the time we got home Ruth called into work
and told them that Mom was in the hospital and she
was looking after me.  She also called school to
excuse my absence.  We went about getting ready
for bed.  I could not go to my own bed and asked if I
could sleep with her.

	We settled down in bed together, but we were
too hyped on adrenalin to sleep.  We talked about
what had happened to Mom.  Ruth assured me that
we had gotten her in time.  The appendix had not
ruptured.  She would recover just fine.  She had to
tell me what could happen if it had ruptured.  It
sounded terrible.

	Ruth hugged me reassuringly and comforted
me.  I lay across her body and kissed her on the
mouth in thanks.  I could feel her large breasts
pressing against my hard little nipples through our
nightgowns.  I impulsively stuck my tongue in her
mouth.  It shocked Ruth.  I felt her body stiffen
and she recoiled under me for a moment.  "You
should not kiss me like that!"

	"I don't know what I would have done if you
had not been here to help my Mama!  I had to thank
you!"

	"Why did you kiss me like that though?" she
asked.

	In all innocence I said, "I thought all lesbians
kissed like that!"

	Ruth laughed, "Where in the hell did you get
that idea?"

	I felt like I had done something wrong.  I
recoiled and sat up.  "Don't you like to kiss like
that?"

	Ruth stroked my hair, "Honey a kiss like that is
for lovers.  I do like to kiss like that, but I think of
you as a daughter.  I wouldn't want to corrupt you.
If I could be anything other than what I am, I would
prefer to be like other women.  I always felt like I
was different from other girls.  I was always
attracted to other girls and women."

	I grew bolder, "I am too!"

	Ruth pressed me, "Where are you getting your
information about sex?"

	I didn't feel right about giving names because I
didn't want to get them in trouble.  "I know a 12-
year-old girl that has shown me how to make a girl
happy."

	Ruth asked, "How did she show you?"

	I was reluctant to admit that I had sucked her
tits.  When I started telling her about how we kissed
each other I got excited and started talking about
how I sucked her nipples.  I couldn't stop.  I told her
about the smell of her pussy and how the hair got
caught on the back of my tongue.  Ruth was getting
excited too.  Before I knew it I admitted to tasting
the girl's asshole.  I immediately regretted saying
that.  I expected Ruth to reproach me for such a
dirty act.

	Ruth hugged me tightly to her body.  I started
crying, thinking I had revealed too much.  Ruth
kissed my wet eyes.  She started stroking my body
and before long my nightgown was peeled away from
my body.  She inspected my skinny body very
carefully.  I wished I had a curvaceous figure like
Ruth's and Mama's.  I didn't get to fret over my
shortcomings long.  Ruth set about playing with my
pussy.  She played with my clit until I thought I was
going out of my mind.  She was also bending over
sucking on my little nipples.  She even slipped her
finger into my pussy and kissed my mouth lovingly
when she discovered I was still a virgin.  She
debated about taking my virginity before she asked
me, "Honey do you want me to take your virginity?"

	I managed to get out a hoarse whisper, "Oh
GAWD Ruth please keep doing it to me!"

	With that Ruth stuck her finger deep into my
little pussy.  I felt a tearing feeling and a sharp
stabbing pain that brought tears to my eyes.  Ruth
talked lovingly to me while she kissed the tears from
my eyes and assuring me that the pain would soon
diminish.  She finger fucked me until the pain
changed from a painful throb to an exquisite hear
throbbing even better than when I played with my
clit.  She eventually pulled her finger out of me and
looked at it.  I wanted her to put it back in me, and I
saw that her fist and finger were covered with a
watery blood.  Ruth licked her fist and finger clean
as if she tasted something very good.  She pulled me
up the bed so that I was propped against the head
board.  She spread my legs and went down on me.
She sucked and licked up any trace of my virginal
blood.  I could not believe she was getting so
emotional about tasting my blood.  Her tongue was
inducing all of the same emotions I suspected my
girlfriend's sister had felt.  At some point that
morning I passed out.

	I'm sure it was not long before I recovered.  I
just had to show her how much I loved what she had
done to me.  I lifted her head and kissed her face
covered with my juices.  We rolled over and I moved
back down the bed so that I could pull her tits over
the top of her nightgown so that I could play with
them.  They were much bigger that the sister of my
friend.  They were softer too.  The areolas were as
big as coasters and the nipples were as large as the
first knuckle of my index finger.  I sucked on them
so hard that Ruth had to caution me not to suck so
hard.  I had both tits covered with saliva and love
bites by the time I smelled her pussy calling me.

	I went down on her.  The nightgown was well up
her legs, from all of the movement on the bed.
Ruth's nightgown was almost up to her butt.  It
didn't require me having to reach down very far to
pull her nightgown above her waist.  I could not
resist playing with the pubic hair on her vulva.  The
aroma was intoxicating.  I parted the hair with my
fingers and blew a puff of air into her pussy.  Her
little clit jerked.  I used my tongue to flick the tip
of her clit.  Ruth let out a pleasant moan and pulled
my head against her pussy.  I was being smothered
by her moist flesh.  I drove my tongue into her
canal.  It felt like it was being gripped by a
corrugated fleshy tunnel.  I tongue fucked her until
she started slapping the sides of my head with her
thighs.  When she recovered she pulled me up her
body and clung to me as we fell asleep.

	We woke up several hours later and showered
together.  We got dressed and grabbed a bite to eat
before we headed for the hospital.  We found Mama
sitting up in bed with a pitiful look on her face.  We
had to help her up to go to the bathroom and back
to bed.  She had already had dinner and the doctor
had told her that she would be able to go home in
three days.  We stayed with her until visiting hours
were over.

	As soon as we got home we got undressed and
went to bed naked.  We made love to each other for
hours.  Ruth introduced me to things like strings of
beads stuffed in my pussy and pulled out slowly while
she licked my clit.  At one point while she was
crawling around on the bed she turned her butt
towards me and I remembered how the girl had
responded when I licked her asshole.  I grabbed her
by the hips to stop her from moving and stuck my
nose right between the cheeks of her butt.  When I
licked her asshole she let out a satisfied moan and
even reached back with her hands to spread her own
butt.  I drilled my tongue into her asshole and
stabbed her pussy with a finger until she had an
unbelievable climax.  Ruth reversed the positions and
tongue fucked me until I fainted.

	The sex was unbelievable.  The next morning we
made love again and even in the tub before we got
dressed and headed to the hospital.  We spent most
of the day with her and helped her walk up and down
the corridors.  The morning we got to the hospital to
bring her home, I forgot to wash my face after
sucking Ruth's pussy.  My face was covered with her
dried juice.  The minute I leaned over to kiss her,
she smelled Ruth's pussy on my face.  I could tell she
was disturbed as the nurse helped her get in the
wheelchair and walked us to the car.  We put her in
the back seat so she could stretch out.

	When we got her to bed she sent me to get her
hot tea.  When I brought back a hot cup I heard her
talking angrily to Ruth.  It was obvious that she was
unhappy with Ruth.  Then I heard her say something
to the effect that she knew that I had been sucking
her pussy.  Then I remembered that I had not
washed my face after sucking Ruth's pussy.  I didn't
know if I should wash my face or deliver the tea
first.  I was filled with apprehension at the thought
of being confronted by my mother.  I decided to
tough it out.

	When I entered the bedroom, all conversation
stopped in mid dialogue.  They both looked at me.  I
handed the tea to Mama.  She placed it on the
bedside table.  Mama turned back to address Ruth,
"How could you seduce my daughter?"

	Before Ruth could respond I spoke up.  "Mama
it was not Ruth's fault!  I had already had sex with
another girl!  I was the one that wanted to find out
what sex was like with a woman!"

	Mama started crying, "I didn't want you to find
out about Ruth and I until you were older and could
understand our feelings for each other.  Ruth should
not have done it.  It is even worse that your father's
cheating on me.  She cheated on me with my own
child!"

	"Mama I have known that you were making love
to each other for a long time.  I just didn't know
how it was done until a friend showed me few days
ago.  It is not that I don't love you.  I love you even
more than ever!" I stammered.

	Tears were rolling down her cheeks.  I could
not resist leaning over and kissing Mama on the
cheek.  Mama must have smelled Ruth's pussy juice
again.  She shot Ruth a look that was hard to tell if
she was mad or not.

	She held out her hand to Ruth, when Ruth took
her hand Mama pulled her closer to the bed.  You
could tell that Mama was still in pain by the way she
winced when Ruth sat on the bed.  Ruth wanted to
stand up but Mama wouldn't let her.

	Mama placed her other hand on the back of my
neck.  She turned her head and kissed me on the
mouth with passion.  Her tongue pressed against my
teeth until I opened my mouth.  We fought with
each other's tongue until Mama shoved her tongue
deep into my mouth.

	It must have been the fact that what we were
doing was even more taboo than lesbian sex that
excited me even more than kissing Ruth.  My panties
were soaking wet.

	Mama asked, "What are we going to do?  Vickie
shouldn't be thinking about sex at her age.  She
should still be thinking about wanting her own pony."

	Ruth spoke up, "Honey I was even younger than
Vickie when I had my first relationship with an older
woman."

	Mama laughed, "Yes, but you always were a
slut!"

	That lightened up the mood for the first time.
Mama was too sore to move around much.  Ruth and
I pulled her tits over the top of her nightgown and
lavished our attention on her breasts.  We felt her
breasts and sucked on her nipples.  Every time we
moved around on the bed caused Mama to wince in
pain.  We eventually had to give up and just kiss her
and get off of the bed to let her rest.

	We left the bedroom door open so that she
could call us if she needed anything or help getting
to the bathroom.  Ruth and I were so horny our
teeth ached.  We left my bedroom door open and
proceeded to remove each other's clothes.  I always
marveled at just how much she looked like a painting
by old masters of heroic women warriors of
mythology.  Her breasts were large and very firm
considering how large they were.  She did not shave
her pubic area but there were no noticeable hairs
outside her panty line.  There was just a faint tan
line where her bathing suit covered her breasts and
crotch.  She was admiring my slender body as much
as I was hers.

	I have to admit that I did inherit some of my
father's features.  My hair was darker that my
mama's.  My eyes are brown.  It was obvious that I
was going to be as tall as my mother, if not taller.
As I have said before my chest was still as flat as a
boys and my hips were still as narrow as one too.  My
vulva was a little smooth mound with just a crack
showing.  Ruth placed her hand between my legs and
picked me up and placed me on my full sized bed.  I
felt like I was completely at Ruth's mercy.  She
kneeled on the bed and started kissing me.  I felt
like she was going to actually eat me at any moment.
She licked and kissed her way down my neck to my
chest.  She sucked on my little nipples hard.  She
was turning her body as she followed the center of
my body to my navel.  It actually tickled when she
stuck her tongue in my navel.  Then she continued
down the center of my body to my pussy.

	I spread my legs in anticipation of her assault
on my pussy.  While she was spreading my pussy with
her fingers she was straddling my head.  When I
felt her warm breath on my pussy, I was looking up
at her pussy.  I could see the trail of hair circling
her vulva leading to her pink asshole.  As her head
came down to my pussy, her pussy was being spread
over my face.  I was being smothered while she was
driving me crazy with her tongue.  I felt her body
quiver after a long time of sucking that told me she
was climaxing.  I was sure she was producing more
juice in her pussy.  It took me a lot longer to reach a
point where I simply passed out.

	Mama was able to get around better in a few
days.  Ruth and I had given her sponge bathes in
bed.  I had even sucked her pussy.  I could smell the
tape and glue of her bandage.  We could not give her
a regular bath or shower because of the bandage.
The only way we were able to get her in the shower
was to tape plastic over the bandage.  We would get
her wet quickly and soap her up and then a quick
rinse.  It was an effort to get her downstairs to eat.
Ruth and I were both masturbating her and sucking
her tits.  When she was finally feeling better the
three of us were sleeping together like we had when
I was younger and scared of the dark, only this time
we were feeling and sucking each other.  I
discovered that I was not only good at oral sex on
asshole, I like it.  I got off on the smell of their
asshole as I stuck my tongue into them.

	My sexual orientation was well established.
From that time on I was free to bring girls home for
sleepovers.  Lorie and Maria were my first guests.
They didn't know that I was having sex with Mama
and Ruth.  They tried to be as quiet as possible while
they climaxed.  If they ever suspected about my
mother's relationship with Ruth they never brought
it up.

	In time I met another girl about my age that
came from a family very much like mine.  We became
lovers and went to the same college together.  We
shared each other's mothers until they passed away.



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