“Hi, mom!” the teenager called, as she led me back through the large house toward the kitchen. Something was cooking, and it smelled mouthwatering.
Tina’s mother, Valerie, was stunning. Although she was older than I was, in her early forties, I guessed, she had a terrific figure. Either she worked out a lot or she’d been blessed with great genes.
And speaking of great jeans, she was wearing an extremely tight-fitting pair that hugged her long, shapely legs. She had an apron around her waist, and wore a deeply cut v-neck sweater that revealed ample cleavage. She was barefoot, her skin nicely tanned, toenails painted bright red. In my high heels, I was looking down at her slightly, but I judged that with my shoes off, she would be taller than me.
Like her daughter, Valerie was a brunette, but her eyes were hazel, not blue. Her shoulder-length hair was curly, perhaps from a permanent. Her face was perfectly made up, emphasizing her high cheek bones, wide mouth, and full lips. No wonder Tina was so lovely, I thought. Just look at her mom!
As Tina introduced me to her, Valerie showed a dazzling smile and then shook my hand warmly. “How nice meeting you,” she enthused.
“Ms. Driscoll was helping me this afternoon with a special research project at the university library,” Tina informed her mother, “and then she offered to give me a ride home.”
“Wasn’t that sweet of her,” said Valerie, squeezing my arm in thanks. She untied her apron and tossed it on the big island table in the center of the modern kitchen.
“Won’t you come in and sit down?” she insisted, as she guided me back to the living room and put me in a chair. “Can I get you something to drink? A glass of wine, perhaps? I’ve got the most delicious sparkling Rosé.”
“No, thank you, that’s very kind of you to offer, but I really must be going.” I looked at my watch.
“Where’s Becky?” Tina asked.
“She’s up in her room, doing her homework,” answered her mother.
“I’ll go get her.”
I watched Tina trot up the stairs, her short pleated skirt flipping up, sexy legs enticing me.
“Can you stay for dinner?” asked Valerie, as she sat in another chair, close to me, crossing her legs. “There’s plenty of food, and if you’ll pardon my bragging, I’m an excellent cook.”
“I’m sure you are,” I smiled. “It certainly smells delicious. But really, I have to get home to my own daughter and fix dinner for her.”
“Oh, you have a child? But you’re still so young. She must be just a baby.”
“No, she’s, she’s 8. I had her when I was very young.”
“Okay. But listen, even if it’s not tonight, we’d love to have you and your little girl come and see us soon. What’s her name?”
“Kerie.”
“Kerie. Oh, that’s sweet. Is she as pretty as you?”
“Well, I think so,” I said. “I think she’s beautiful, but of course I’m prejudiced.”
“No doubt she’s a darling. Anyway, we really must have you and Kerie as our guests for dinner one night. I could tell by the way Tina was looking at you that she just adores you. I’m sure you’re a wonderful teacher.”
“Actually, I’m not a teacher. I’m the registrar, sort of a secretary, but I sometimes help certain students with advanced projects.” The lie was making me uncomfortable, but Valerie didn’t seem to notice.
“How nice.”
Tina came down the stairs, with a blonde angel following behind.
The little girl was wearing a blue and white gingham dress with puffed sleeves and a white ribbon around the middle that tied in a bow at the back. The dress was very short on her. It looked about two sizes too small. She wore opaque white tights with no shoes. Her legs were quite long for her body, and perfectly shaped. I could see breast buds pushing through the thin material of the dress.
“Becky, this is Ms. Driscoll,” said Tina. “She’s my favorite, um, at the school.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” said Becky, politely, as she stood in front of me.
The child’s skin was fair, her cheeks were rosy, her lips full and pink, like her sister’s, and she had big blue eyes with long eyelashes. She looked like a doll in a catalog.
Tina was studying my face, looking for my reaction. I gave her a sly wink, then said, “It’s nice meeting you too, Becky. What a beautiful girl you are.”
“Thank you.”
“What grade are you in?”
“Fifth.”
“And do you like school?”
“It’s all right.”
“Do you get good grades?”
“She does, all A’s, every time,” said her mother, proudly.
“Mom…” Becky frowned at her.
I wanted to keep talking to the adorable child — actually, what I wanted was to do more that just talk to her — but it was time for me to go.
“Well,” I said, standing up. “I have to run now, but I would like to see you again soon, Becky, and Valerie. And Tina, I’ll see you tomorrow at school, of course.”
I realized then that she and I had not yet made a date to continue our intimate conversation and to see what else it might lead to, so I added, “Tina, why don’t you come by my office tomorrow around noon, and we can talk some more about that research project, okay?”
“Okay, Ms. Driscoll. Thank you. And thanks for the ride home.”
“You’re welcome.”
Valerie took my hand, clasping it warmly in both of hers. “It’s so nice of you to help my daughter with her schoolwork. I hope you know how much we appreciate it.”
Now I really was feeling guilty about the lie. If she only knew!
“And I’m serious about having you and your daughter over for dinner one night,” she continued. “I won’t let you say no. You can arrange it with Tina. Any day is fine with us.”
“Okay, I will,” I promised, and meant it. I would do almost anything to get another long look at Becky.
They walked me to the door and waved goodbye from the veranda as I went down the front steps and got in my car.
Driving home, I pondered how complimentary Valerie had been about my looks, telling me how pretty she thought I was. That felt nice.
But then it struck me that I was dressed like a streetwalker — in a short skirt, high heels, black nylons, and all that cleavage. I hadn’t even remembered to close the extra buttons on my blouse! On the other hand, Valerie had been dressed somewhat provocatively herself, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind letting her daughters show off their beautiful legs, so perhaps she was just perfectly comfortable with women, and girls, putting their sexuality on display. It made me wonder.
I also thought about the way Valerie seemed so desperately to want company, repeatedly asking me to stay for dinner, insisting that I come back soon and bring Kerie with me. It occurred to me that she might be lonely. That was how it seemed, anyway. I hadn’t thought to ask Tina about her father, so I didn’t know whether Valerie was married, or if perhaps she was divorced, or even widowed.
Does she work outside the home, or does she just stay in and cook and do housework all day? Oh well, I figured, I suppose I’ll get all those answers at some point.
I pulled into our driveway, locked the car, and walked to the front door, eager to find out what kinds of sexual games my little girl wanted to play with me that night.
Hearing me come in and close the door, Kerie called out. Her voice came from the kitchen. “Mommy, I made dinner!”
“You did?”
This was something she had never done before. We had prepared meals together many times, but she had never tried to do that on her own. I was curious, and a little afraid, to see what she had done to the kitchen and to our dinner.
My fears were unfounded. She’d done a terrific job of it, even though opening a can of soup and putting prepared salad mix in a bowl were not especially difficult tasks. But she’d set the table, put out some bread and butter for us, and now everything was almost ready.
“Will you dish the soup up, Mommy? It’s hot and I don’t wanna make a mistake.”
“Of course, my darling.” First, however, I gave her a big hug and kissed the top of her head. “This is wonderful! You must have been working here for hours!”
“Not really.”
“Did you get your homework done too?”
“Yep, it’s all done.”
“Okay, well, then let’s enjoy this delicious meal. What kind of soup is it?”
“Minestrone!”
“Ooh, yummy, my favorite.” I got the ladle, carefully filled two bowls with the hot soup, and set them on the table. She went around and pulled out my chair for me, just like a little lady.
“Sit down, Mommy. Enjoy.”
“Thank you, sweetheart.” I grabbed her face and kissed her cheek. “What made you decide to do all this?”
“Just ‘cuz I love you.”
Kerie took her seat, and we ate our dinner, talking about school and work.
Then she said, “Did you know Melissa’s mom is going on a date with Aunt Jae tonight?”
“Um, yes, I did. That’s nice, isn’t it.”
“Do you think they’re in love?”
I laughed. “No, I don’t think so, sweetie. This is only their first date. If anything happens between them, it will probably take at least a little while longer.”
“Oh.”
Kerie already knew that women could love women, and men could love men, along with the more standard heterosexual arrangement. Since her aunt was gay, I had explained all this to her when she was very young and she had grown up completely accepting of various sexual orientations.
“Are we in love?”
I almost laughed again but managed to contain myself. I reached across the table and took her little hand.
“Honey, I love you very much. And you and I do things together, now, that grownups do when they’re in love — although sometimes grownups do those things when they’re not in love too, just because they like how it feels. Anyway, what you and I have definitely is love, but it’s more like family love, a very special close kind of family love. It’s probably not, though, what you would call being in love.”
“Okay,” Kerie nodded, apparently satisfied. However, after another moment’s thought, she added, “But I really love you, Mommy. And if I want to say I’m in love with you, is that all right?”
“What a precious little thing you are,” I said, still holding her hand in mine. “Yes, of course it is. If you want to say that, it’s perfectly fine. Although you probably should say it only to me, or maybe to Aunt Jae, but not to anyone else, okay?”
“All right. Kind of like we have to not say anything about those other things we do? The special games we play?”
“That’s right, sweetie, just like that.” I resumed eating my minestrone soup, which was almost gone.
“Does Aunt Jae know about our games?” Kerie asked.
“Um, yes, she does.”
“Good. Can I play them with her sometime?”
I almost choked on my soup. “Did — did Aunt Jae tell you to ask me that?”
“No. I just thought of it. It’d be really fun doing it with her.”
I shook my head in wonderment. What else could happen next?
“Well, we’ll see, honey. Maybe you can play those games with her sometime. But let’s not decide right now.”
“Okay,” she said, taking a last bite of her salad and putting down her fork.
“Are you done eating?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, let me just clean up these dishes, then I’ll take my bath, and then we can get in bed and do whatever you want. How’s that sound?”
“Great!”
I masturbated longer than usual that night in the bathtub, loving the feel of my smooth pussy under my hand, making myself come a couple of times, riding the wave.
I was so excited about everything that was happening, about the possibility (probability?) of making love with the alluring Tina, about the invitation from Valerie to have dinner with her and her family — including hot little Becky — and now about the expressed desire of my daughter to have sex with my sister.
When Jae first brought up the idea, in her email, it made me somewhat uncomfortable. I suppose part of that was jealousy, not wanting to share the special closeness I had with Kerie with anyone else. But I did love Jae very much, as did Kerie, and so it seemed only natural that they should be able to have the same kind of loving encounters with each other that Kerie and I had together.
Besides, I thought, now that I’m looking forward to bedding another girl, it wouldn’t really be fair of me to put artificial limits on my daughter’s sexual opportunities.
So, with that decision made, I masturbated a final time, then went into the bedroom to play with my little girl.
We made love many different ways that night. First, with me on top of her, rubbing my cunt against her chest until I climaxed. Then, with her on top of me, attempting to do it the same way. That didn’t really work, though, so Kerie lifted up my leg instead, and fucked me with her pussy until I came and then she came. After a little rest, she asked if she could do me again with her fingers. I readily agreed, and she gave me another wonderful orgasm that way. Finally, she asked me to get on top of her and fuck her pussy to pussy (though she didn’t use those words), which I did until I came one more time.
Although Kerie had become orgasmic at the tender age of 8, it wasn’t as easy for her to reach climax as it was for me. She didn’t seem to mind that at all, though. She delighted in giving me pleasure, and the few times she was able to come was a bonus for her.
It was almost 9:00 by the time we were done, and she needed to get to sleep since the next day was a school day. I was worn out, too, after seven (!) orgasms in one night.
We hugged and kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I was awakened an hour later by the sound of my cell phone ringing. I picked it up from the table by the bed and looked at it. The call was from Jae.
I got out of bed and answered it as I walked out into the hall, naked, closing the bedroom door behind me. Luckily, Kerie had not awakened.
“Hi, Jae…” I said, sleepily.
“Did I wake you up?”
“Yeah, but that’s okay. I want to hear how everything went with Rose.” In truth, I had forgotten that I’d asked Jae to call, but now I was glad she had. I really did want her to tell me what had happened.
“It went great. I took her to dinner at a really nice French restaurant. You know that place, Chez Maurice?”
“I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been there.”
“It’s really good, but it’s really expensive. That’s okay, though, because Rose is worth it.”
“So, you guys had a good time?”
“Well, let me just say I’m almost positive that the next time we’ll end up in bed.”
I smiled. “I’m glad for you. She really is pretty. Do you have a next date yet?”
“No. I tried to set it up, but she said she had to check on her schedules with her kids or something, because they’ve always got all these activities going on and she has to run them around and stuff.”
“Right. Well, I know how that goes. It’s a busy job being a mom.”
“Yeah. But anyway, we did have a really nice time. She’s smart and funny. Oh, and by the way, I was right. She does have sex exclusively with women now. Not a lot, she said, only two or three times in the past few years. I guess she’s pretty picky.”
“I bet you’ll pass her test, though.”
“I’m going to try awful damn hard.”
We both laughed, then I yawned. “Okay, I’m happy for you, honey. I really am. But I’d better get back to bed. Gotta get up early in the morning, you know.”
“I know, but listen, anything new with Kerie? Any surprises tonight?”
“No, nothing too far beyond what you’ve already heard about,” I told her. “I did have seven orgasms tonight, though.”
“Seven! No wonder you’re so tired.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “but it’s a really good tired.”
“I’ll bet it is. Okay, go to bed, kid. I love you.”
“I love you too. G’night.”
Continue on to Chapter 7