Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Pretty Pink Taco

“Is she home yet?” my husband asked as he made his way through the door with a couple of brown bags of groceries in his arms.

“She’ll be home any minute. Did you get the eggnog?” I responded.

“Yes, the eggnog and the cider,” he said, unloading the items onto the counter.

“Thank you, honey. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

“Did you know that the Pruitts are running for city council? Good grief. The wife is pushing this platform of…”

I couldn’t pay attention on him for too long; my beautiful Claire was coming home any minute. She had sent me a text to tell me that she was stopping by the local gas station before heading over.

Our golden retriever, Scamp, suddenly started barking as lights flashed through the dining room windows.

“She’s home!” My husband said excitedly and rushed to the door. I stayed behind for several seconds, my heart beating rapidly.

I watched from the door as she got out of our old 2005 RAV4 and jumped into her father’s arms like she did when she was a little girl.

“Dad!” I saw her smile flash over his shoulder.

There was snow on the ground from earlier in the day, and the weather reports were predicting the worst.

“Oh, my pumpkin! I missed you!” My husband kissed her cheek. She locked eyes with me and I could feel it in my chest.

My memory flashed back to the first time I felt that feeling in my heart when I looked at her.

***

Claire was only eleven years old, and we had just gotten back from a pretty disastrous girls’ soccer game that ended up getting rained out.

“It’s not fair! I was wide open and she never passes me the ball! She thinks she’s so cool because she’s dating Jarod and he’s in the seventh grade,” she vented to me in her bedroom as she took off her wet soccer uniform right in front of me.

Her legs were long and lean, she had an athletic build like her father. For the first time, I had noticed the smallest little buds coming in underneath her wet, white training bra. I realized that I hadn’t seen her naked body in a while and was suddenly curious about all of its changes.

“Mom! Are you listening to me?” She shouted, undoing her ponytail and letting her long, wavy dark blonde hair fall down her back and over her shoulders. She tossed her wet uniform into the hamper and quickly pulled her training bra up over her head, her pudgy nipples bouncing into view.

My pussy got instantly wet and my mouth hung open. I realized that I had to say something, anything at all, to make my gawking less obvious.

“Want me to draw you a bubble bath in my tub? You haven’t had one of those in a while,” I said to her.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just going to shower and finish up some homework,” she said solemnly.

I stood up from the edge of her bed and pulled her into me, her head resting on my chest and her naked upper half pressed against my body. I rubbed my hand up and down her back.

“You did great out there today. Don’t let her get to you too much,” I told her, wishing I could grab her tight ass.

“She knew I liked him!” she cried out.

“I know, sweetie,” I said, rocking her. She leaned her body back dramatically and groaned as if she were dying. As she stretched her back, her prepubescent nipples were only a foot away from my mouth. I licked my lips. Was she leaning back this way on purpose? I doubted it.

“Could you make me a grilled cheese, Mom, pretty please?” she asked, pulling away and grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her body before going into her bathroom.

“Of course, and make sure you clean up after yourself in the bathroom! If I ask your brothers to do the same, I have to ask you, too!”

“It’s not me, it’s them!” she shouted before closing the door.

***

“Mom!” She opened her arms, a big smile on her face. She was no longer eleven, but twenty-one and home for Christmas break from her senior year of college. I squeezed her so hard we both almost fell over.

“Coming through, ladies,” my husband said carrying a few duffel bags in his arms from her car.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, taking her hand. Our stares lingered a moment before she finally said, “Yes.”

***

“Wow, a senior now, huh? Are you finding the coursework challenging? How did your finals go?” My husband asked as we wrapped up our dinner about an hour after her arrival. He always focused on the kid’s education more than I did.

“Took my last one this morning – praying for at least a B.”

“May as well pray for an A,” he joked.

“When are Brandon and Trevor coming home?” she asked.

“Brandon’s with his new girlfriend’s family, but he’ll be home for Christmas Eve,” I said.

“Is he going to bring her?” my husband asked.

“I believe so.”

“They look pretty happy in the pictures he posted online,” she mentioned.

“Well, he’s only a freshman, so I told him not to get too serious too quickly,” I said as my husband began clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. “Trevor flies in on Saturday and flies out the day after Christmas. It’s the only time he could take off from work.”

“How’s he dealing with the break-up with Angela?” she asked, looking for juicy gossip.

“He seems fine, but they did date for three years. She was such a sweet girl.”

“Yeah, real sweet,” My daughter licked the spoonful of vanilla ice cream and smiled to herself.

She could turn me on so quickly by doing practically nothing. She looked up at me and I looked at her. My little girl had somehow morphed into a grown woman. But, having her at the kitchen table in her socks and sweats made me want to care for her and rock her to sleep.

She extended her hand over the table, and I reached out and touched it for a moment.

“I forgot the eggs and cinnamon for breakfast,” my husband called out from near the fridge, “I’ll make a quick run to get them, and when I get back you can catch me up on your exams before I hit the hay.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said to him warmly. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and it didn’t bother me because I had her in a way he never could. He came over and kissed her cheek before heading out the garage door.

“Maybe go upstairs and unpack? I’ll clean up down here in the kitchen,” I said a little loudly, making my way toward the sink and running some pans under the water. I heard her climb the stairs and head to her room. I also heard the garage door open and waited to see his car turn out of our long driveway.

I made my way up there maybe two minutes later and she was unloading her duffel bag. Having my daughter back in her own room brought back so many memories…

***

“Mom, is Dad asleep?” she asked me, eleven years old again and in her pretty pink bedroom.

“Yes, you know he goes to bed early. He needs to get up early in the morning for work.”

“Could you lay down with me for a little while?” she asked. The rain that came down during the afternoon soccer game had become even worse, now a full-blown thunderstorm.

I remembered her little budding breasts from earlier in the day, and got very excited with the thought of being near her body again.

“You don’t like the thunder, huh?” I asked. She shook her head. “I’ll check in on your brothers and shut down all of the lights first, okay?”

I had never turned down the house so quickly in my life. After checking on the boys, I rushed to my room and changed into a black silk nightie, then draped a silk robe over it.

I quietly crept back to Claire’s dark room and slipped into bed behind her. Was she already asleep? I wasn’t sure.

“Mom?” I heard her whisper and tried to find my body with hers. She turned toward me and rested her head on my pillow.

“I’ll just stay for a little while,” I told her, pulling her in closer to me.

“It’s just not fair, Mom. He was my boyfriend first.”

“I know, but there are other people in the world, and you’re only eleven,” I said, stroking her hair down her head and past her shoulders.

“Do you always wear that to bed?” she asked me, looking down at my chest.

“Sometimes,” I told her, feeling a little caught. “Do you like it?”

“I dunno,” she said, “I guess if Dad likes it.” She reached over and touched the top of my chest, around the lace of my nightie. “Thanks for staying with me, Mommy,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss my cheek. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then she giggled and leaned forward to kiss me back.

We were caught up in a kissing frenzy, kissing each other’s cheeks and chins and foreheads and noses, giggling like school girls. Our legs seemed to slowly intertwine. I found myself directly above her and she began to tickle me — my sides, my belly, I felt her small fingers all over. I held her down by the wrists up near her ears and looked down at my beautiful eleven-year-old girl.

“Mom, don’t kiss me!” she shrieked playfully, begging me to.

I grinned as I lowered my face to hers.

“No, please! Please, no!” she laughed.

My left thigh fell between her legs, and she bent her knees up, pressing her crotch against my thigh in her pajamas. Eventually, she grew quieter and our noses slowly touched. I wanted to kiss her full lips and slip my tongue into her mouth.

I watched as she puckered up and I quickly turned away, burying my head in her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit at first, but my kisses were soft and slow – more intimate. I released her wrists and she turned her head, giving me full access to her neck. My breasts were pressed firmly against her ribs.

She brought her hand to my hair and thumbed my face near my ear while she tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me near.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly against her neck. I couldn’t believe how out of control I felt. I could feel her pressing herself up onto my thigh and I matched the rhythm, pressing myself down onto hers. I didn’t realize at the time that she was turned on. In my head, she’s an innocent little girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She turned her head back toward mine while I was still kissing her neck and found my face with hers.

She kissed me first, lips closed pressed against my lips. It started with small mini-pecks and soon became longer lip holds. I laid beside her again as we continued to exchange soft, gentle kisses – no tongue, not yet at least. Her lips were soft and breath smelled of candy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned a little, “That’s nice.”

We pulled away from each other and just stared. My pussy was throbbing and moist and I could feel my juices pooling in my panties.

“Do you feel better?” I asked her, stroking her hair again, knowing I had to get out of that situation as soon as possible before it went any further.

“Yeah, I do,” she smiled, a little sadly.

“I’m going to go to bed now, okay?”

“All right, Mom. Goodnight,” she said, turning on her back and letting out a big yawn.

“Goodnight, honey,” I said quickly and left the room. I was so horny, I fucked my husband twice that night.

***

“Just one more semester left and you’re a college graduate!” I told her excitedly, as she closed her dresser drawer upstairs in her room.

“Oh, Mommy!” She rushed over to me and gave me a big hug with her head pressed against the side of my face. She turned her head toward me and pressed her forehead against mine. My lips were trembling, I ached to kiss her. I had missed her so much.

She crushed her lips against mine and our tongues found each other instantly, passionately devouring each other’s mouths like we had thousands of times over the last 10 years.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I huffed between kisses. She kissed down my chin and to my neck and placed her hands over my sweater, squeezing and grabbing at my breasts.

“Oh, Mommy, my mommy,” she repeated seductively, putting her hand up my sweater and running it up against my stomach.

“Your father will be back soon,” I warned her, but still allowing her to continue seducing me.

“Did he go to the supermarket?” She asked, kissing me again.

“No, the gas station,” I said, running my hand over her ass. We heard the garage door open and close again.

“Fuck!” she muttered against my lips. She lifted my sweater above my chest, pulled my left breast from out of my black bra and sucked hungrily on my nipple.

“Oohh,” I moaned.

“Call me your good girl,” she commanded between slobbers.

“My good girl. My good little girl.” I petted her head.

“Honey! Claire!” My husband called out from downstairs. She continued to suck on my breast as I tried to pull her away.

“Claire!” I hissed at her quietly, with a worried look on my face.

“Coming, Daddy!” she shouted innocently toward the hall.

Claire kissed me once more before making her way back downstairs. She left me dumb and aroused – she had a way of doing that. But I didn’t care; my Claire, my daughter, my lover was home.

***

Claire

“It’s great to have you home, sweetie. Have a good night,” my dad said as he kissed my forehead goodnight before heading up to bed.

We had just spent my first night back home from college catching up by the fire drinking eggnog and hot chocolate.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said to him.

As soon as he turned away to head upstairs, I looked at my mom. She looked like a model in one of those Pottery Barn ads, curled up on the beige couch in her beige sweater and white pants and long, furry, beige socks. She was propping her head up against the back pillow of the couch, gazing at me. She looked like she was drinking eggnog but it was really Bailey’s with whipped cream and cinnamon on top. I made it especially for her.

I sat on the rug by the fire burning in the big marble fireplace we had refinished a few years back.

We heard the door of my parent’s bedroom close shut. My dad was going to bed.

“What are you drinking?” Mum asked me, sleepily.

“What do you think?” I grinned.

She exhaled deeply and stretched her arms back. In that sweater her boobs looked huge and they had teased me all night.

My mind raced back to the first time I saw them…

***

“I love that one,” I told her, sitting on the edge of her bed and only eleven years old as I watched my mother trying on different dresses in front of me. “I think Daddy will like it, too.”

“Ah, you think so?” She asked, twisting and turning her body in the mirror, trying to get a good view.

“I need to shower before the event tonight. Claire, make sure you let the dog out and feed him,” she reminded me.

“Why don’t you ever ask Brandon to do it?”

“Claire!” she warned me. That was the tone she used when I was testing her limits.

“All right, I will,” I groaned.

“All right, I’m going to get in the shower,” she announced.

She took off the black dress and hung it up carefully on a hook inside the closet door. All of her underwear was black for some reason; at least, I’ve never seen her wear any other color.

“Kayla’s going to Ohio this weekend. Have we ever been to Ohio?” I asked, following her into the bathroom. I was my mother’s shadow, people would say. We were always together and I would tell her absolutely everything.

“I’ve been, you haven’t,” she said, taking off her bra and then quickly rolling down her lacey, black panties. Her breasts were enormous and perfect. They weren’t real, she had gotten her first breast implant surgery a couple of years back. She claimed we destroyed her perfect figure – but I blamed Brandon because he was last.

I had never seen her naked before, at least not since we were very little. She turned on the faucet in the walk-in shower and tested the water a few times before going in and shutting the glass door behind her.

I could see her reflection in the mirror and watched her carefully as she showered. “I’m going to be so bored without her around, and now you’re leaving me.”

“It’s only one night, don’t be so dramatic,” she said loudly from inside the shower. It was probably hard for her to hear over the water.

I saw her bra and panties on the floor and it gave me an idea…

After she got out of the shower and slipped into her white terry-cloth robe she burst into laughter when she saw me. I had put on her bra and panties and they were both very big on me, so I made knots to make them tighter on the sides.

“Hello, I’m Mrs.Schaffer, and you have to listen to me because I have big boobies,” I mocked her, sitting on the bathroom counter. I had put on her burgundy lipstick and pinned my long hair to the side and down one shoulder like she often wore it.

“You’re so silly,” she laughed making her way toward me. I noticed that she kept looking down at the panties.

“Mommy needs a kiss,” I told my mother. She stepped in closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her neck; her hair was still wet and her robe parted open slightly down the middle. She placed her hands at my sides and leaned into my face. I kissed her quickly on her lips like we had the night in my bedroom after the soccer game last week; my eyes were telling her that it was okay.

“Colleen?” It was my dad shouting from the master bedroom, “We’re leaving in 45 minutes. Have you started getting ready?”

My mother quickly pulled away and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her so that my dad wouldn’t see me in her underwear.

“Quit playing around in there, Claire! We need the bathroom!” I heard my mom shout at me.

***

“God, were you terrible,” my mom said to me back in the living room, five days before Christmas.

That snapped me out of my memory. I was sitting next to her now on the other end of the couch with my feet on her lap. “I don’t know what on earth possessed you to put on my underwear.”

“I wanted to be just like you,” I told her, remembering how intensely my feelings grew for her in those days. Almost overnight, I found myself wanting to be more than just her little girl.

She began to lightly massage my toes over my socks with one hand.

“Do you think Brandon or Trevor were ever upset with how much time we spent together?” my mother asked.

“Nah, we were always doing girl stuff anyway. They had Dad, what else did they want? My mother, too? How selfish.” I joked sarcastically.

“So, what happened in Europe this summer? We never had a chance to catch up.”

“Oh, Mom, you would’ve loved it. Such sweet young pussies – almost everywhere I went.”

“Did you take any pictures?”

“Yes, they’re on my camera – I’ll show you some you’ll really like,” I smirked at her. I knew she was getting aroused just sitting there. No one could turn me on as my mother could with her seemingly coy and aloof demeanor.

“Mmm,” she sighed softly in agreement. There was something so sexy and polished about her.

“Let’s play Secrets!” I said excitedly.

“Claire,” she groaned, “Not now.”

“You’re a little drunk. Yes, now!” I moved in closer to her, “Confess your sins to me, my child.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said very seriously and then burst into a fit of laughter.

I laid down with my head on her lap and covered up my body with the blanket. She placed her drink down on the end table beside her and one hand stroked my hair while the other found my chest inside the blanket.

“I’ll start,” I started, “When I was little, after that day with the panties in your bathroom, I took your panties to my room and sniffed them. I started taking your dirty panties and smelling them, sometimes I’d lick them or rub them around my pussy.”

“I know,” my mother said coolly, gently pinching my nipple. “I knew what you were doing with them. Well, not what you were doing – but I knew you were taking them and maybe trying them on, or something. I assumed there was something sexual about it.”

“Really?! You knew that whole time?”

“I’d even try to come in them. Shove the crotch fabric deep inside me and get it wet with my juices for you.”

“Wow, it was like we were already doing it through your panties,” I thought aloud.

“Oh, my sexy girl,” she leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Okay, your turn,” I told her.

“Ah, well, it’s not really a secret but I never got around to telling you about this, you being in Europe and all, in the summer,” she said, a little resentfully, giving my boob a squeeze.

“I was home, cleaning out the fridge and your father was at work – it was a little past 11 a.m. and there’s a knock at the door. It’s Angela, standing there,” she started.

Angela was my brother’s ex-wife. “Angela? Are you serious? Was Trevor with her? What was she doing here?”

“I guess they had just broken up. It was around late June or so I think.”

“What did she want?”

“Well, I knew she and your brother had split, because I had spoken to him on the phone the week prior. She said she was in the area, but for her to come here of all places – from Chicago? I knew something was up,” she told me.

“What did you say?” I asked, curiously.

“Well, what could I do? I invited her in and gave her a big hug, made her some coffee. She started telling me about their relationship and the things that lead up to their break up. She said he was a control freak and had too high expectations of her and she felt that the things she did were never quite good enough for him.”

“He is a control freak, mom. You know that. Everyone knows that,” I interrupted.

“Well, he’s my son and I love him,” she defended him, “But I told her that people grow apart and I knew that they really loved each other and that maybe not everyone is the best fit for one another. She cried a bit on the couch, just unloading on me. I didn’t mind, she’s a sweet girl. I made us some lunch and started prepping for dinner.”

“Then what happened? Did she start freaking out or something?” I was wondering where this story was going.

“She would start crying mid-sentence sometimes, I could tell that the break-up was very hard on her. I hugged her, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to pull away so I kissed her… and we moved to the couch and, well, you know… ” She paused, leaving me to fill in the rest.

“I can’t believe she came all the way over here just to fuck you one last time,” I told her.

“No, I don’t think that’s what she wanted. She was very sad.”

“Yeah, right! She wanted you to open the door, then your legs. Remember how sweet she tasted? Definitely one of the yummiest pussies I’ve ever had. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

I slipped my hand under her sweater, pulled it up over her left breast and released it from her bra. Her nipples were a soft brown. Mom’s complexion was a little more olive than mine and she had very thick and full light brown hair that she wore a bit past her shoulders. I was a little fairer skinned and dirty blonde. My dad used to be super blonde before his hair went salt and pepper, and both of my brothers are in between, like me.

“It was definitely interesting. She always had that nice butt,” my mom said, recollecting.

“I bet,” I said, as I placed a pillow behind my neck and began suckling on my mom’s breast. She reached her hand down inside my sweats and began to rub my clit through my panties. It was very routine and natural for us to be in this position, we’ve been doing it for years.

“Remind me to pick up something for Brandon’s girl before they get here – I keep forgetting her name,” she said casually, “Shoot, I have to stop by the vet, too.”

I sucked harder. Sometimes, if she wasn’t all the way aroused, she’d start to ramble in full “mom-mode”. It was almost as if dirty sex talk with her daughter made her uncomfortable, even now.

“Mommy?” I said to her with her boob in my mouth in a child-like voice. I was wanting her full attention, my pussy moist and ready. “Touch me?” She knew what that meant: Shut up about mom shit and fuck me until I explode.

“Oh, my good girl,” she said, stroking my hair and finding my slit with her other hand. God, I missed her touch. I closed my eyes and let myself be pleasured by the main person in my life, my caregiver, my nurturer. She pressed a finger against my entrance and drove it in slowly, getting it wet with my juices. “You’re so wet, baby,” she whispered as I continued to suck on her hard nipple. “How old are you, baby girl?”

“Mmm, seven,” I moaned, it drove her wild when I’d pretend to be young again. I could feel her thrusting her finger against my warm insides and cupping my clitoris with her palm. She knew exactly how I liked it and I knew she loved little girls.

I lifted my shirt, I had no bra on and full c-cups that sat high on my chest. My nipples were a rosy tan color and very erect. She bent forward and sucked on my left one with hers still in my mouth.

My mind raced back to my childhood…

***

“Stay with me, Mom?” I asked her, eleven years old again sometime around bedtime a couple of days after the bathroom tease in her underwear. She looked at me hesitantly, almost as if she were fighting something within herself.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re going to have to sleep in your own bed by yourself. I don’t want you to make a habit of asking,” she told me, a bit coldly.

“Fine, goodnight,” I told her with an attitude and turned over in bed. She sighed, shut off my light and closed the door.

It wasn’t until I got up to pee several hours later that I realized that the door to my parent’s bedroom was open.

It was my dad dressed to leave the house. He was probably on his way to the hospital to perform an operation. He’d always get up super early for those.

“Just gotta go pee,” I told him sleepily.

He came over to me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you, princess. Have a good day, okay? I’ll be back around noon, then I’ll sleep and take you guys to the movies, how’s that?”

“Yeah, but can I pick? Because last time Trevor picked and then Brandon cried the time before that and I couldn’t… ” I started complaining.

“Yes, of course, you can pick today,” he told me with a big smile.

“I love you too, Daddy. Have a good day at the hospital.”

I watched him walk down the stairs and later listened for the garage door opening and closing again as I peed. When I walked out I noticed that the clock said 3:30 am and the door to my parent’s bedroom was still open.

“Mom?” I whispered at the doorway. I saw her hair laying against the white pillows and peeking out of many layers of white comforters and linens. Their bed was always so big and fluffy to me. I walked in and stood beside her bed.

“Mom?” I called out again, a bit more of a whisper. I shook her bare shoulder a few times, trying to get her to wake – but she just laid there, with her eyes shut facing up to the ceiling. I slowly climbed into the bed and made my way under the covers.

“Mommy? Mom?” I asked again as I did, testing how asleep she was. I reached my hand behind me for her under the covers and suddenly realized I could only feel skin. I looked behind me and noticed that she was completely naked!

My heart raced so fast looking at her naked body. Well, not totally naked — she had on some sort of black panties. I began moving slowly, laying beside her with my butt pushed up against the side of her hip and my head on her shoulder – facing away from her and hoping she’ll cuddle me.

“Mom?” I tried once more and nothing. I turned my head around and looked at her; she was passed out with her mouth hanging open slightly. Her breathing was slow and heavy. I turned my whole body toward her and wrapped my arm around her slowly, just under her breasts. I could feel myself becoming excited and a little wet between my legs, being so close to her naked body.

I began pressing my face closer to the side of her breast, drinking in her soft, familiar scent. I turned my head a little, rubbing my face against it and puckering my lips. I looked up at her every so often to see if she was awake as I inched closer and closer to her nipple. I brought my hand that was around her up to her breasts and placed it on the left one.

I guess it would have been gross to some people, but it turned me on that I was feeling up my mom.

My nose was now near her soft nipple, almost touching it. My eyes were wide and nervous as I kissed her skin more firmly. I wanted to just go for it, and I did. I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple slowly over and over again up and down and in circles. I looked up at her while I did it. She didn’t budge.

Part of me wanted to get caught. I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I felt like I couldn’t get in trouble – not any real trouble. I put her entire nipple in my mouth and sucked on it neatly, rubbing her other nipple with my right hand.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing to my own mother, I had wanted to do this to other girls on TV or YouTube or even Trevor’s girlfriends, the ones with nice boobies. I got completely on top of her, hovering my face over her chest, my legs were spread out over the sides of her hips. I took her two huge boobs in my hands and pushed them in together.

“Mmmm,” my mom groaned sleepily, startling me. I stopped a moment and then pressed my face between them. I licked and sucked on each fat nipple, feeling them get harder and harder in my mouth. My long T-shirt was riding up my thighs and my panties were so wet I think I got her belly wet a bit.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good,” she said quietly, slowly moving her body and stretching her arms up, her eyes still closed. I sucked and squeezed them some more, eager to make her feel good. “Aren’t you going to be late for surgery, though?”

I looked up and watched as her eyes fluttered open and then widened, my mouth full of her warm flesh.

“Claire!” she yelled and quickly yanked herself away from me, covering her body with the white comforter.

“Mommy… ” I started.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?! Go to your room!” She screamed angrily. She looked just as terrified as I did. I felt my eyes fill up with tears and quickly jumped out of her big bed and ran out of her room, slamming the door behind me.

***

“Oh, I’m coming!” I squealed on the couch, ten years later. My mother’s fingers were rubbing my clit and my mouth hung open with her nipple in it. I tensed, feeling my mind and body explode.

“My good girl,” my mother bent down and kissed my head. She then brought her sticky fingers to her lips and sucked them dry. “So yummy.”

“Mmmm, thanks. I really needed that,” I told her.

“It’s good to have you home.”

“Want me to do you now?” I asked her, reaching for her pants.

“It’s all right,” she pulled my hand away and pulled me in for a kiss. “We have plenty of time to spend together.”

Sitting up, I stretched and yawned. “I’m going to get to bed then. Are you staying down here?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay up for a little while. Goodnight, darling, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I knew ever since I was a little girl that my mother loved delaying pleasure for some reason. I never quite understood it then and I don’t quite get it now, to be honest. But I was glad to be home.

On to Part Two!