Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 18th, 2007

The whole of last fall and the first part of this winter feels like this big whirlwind of changes in my life. How about we make a list of them all?

1. Becoming friends with Julie.
2. Learning about sex with Julie (with a lot of help from Megan and Lisa).
3. Falling in love with Julie.
4. Realizing I’ve lost my faith.
5. Joining a student band, and getting into playing new kinds of music.
6. My parents separating.
7. Mom starting school and moving into an apartment.

But that’s all more or less settled into place. What’s blowing my mind now is how fast everything falls into a new routine. Not that it’s a bad thing, I guess. What’s weird is that now it feels like it’s always been this way.

I’m really starting to work on getting Mom into bed with me. It’s just the two of us alone in her apartment in the evenings, and soon as she gets home, it’s out of her dressy clothes and into sweatpants and a t-shirt, usually without a bra. Watching her move around the apartment makes me all crazy inside. Sometimes I have to slip into the bathroom and do something about it..

I keep telling myself I want to set my mother free, so she doesn’t have to hide from who she is anymore. That’s true, but I also know there’s more to it than that. Part of it is selfish… I’m just plain hot for her.

One unexpected bonus: she and her gay classmate Katerina are becoming real friends. Monday evening when she got home from school, she did nothing but gush about the weekend trip to Fargo, and most of what she talked about were the things she did with Katerina.

“Is Katerina pretty, Mom?” I asked when I could get a word in edgewise.

Mom blushed deep red. “Well… I’d say so, sure,” she stammered.

“What does she look like?”

“Well… uh… she’s about my height, she has dirty blonde hair about down to her shoulders, she’s got a really nice smile… ummm…”

I got brave. “How big are her boobs?”

“Mallory Jane!”

I giggled. Mom hasn’t used my middle name like that in a long time! “Sorry, Mom, but… you know I’m into girls.”

Mom tried a frown, but I could tell she wasn’t really mad. “She’s much too old for you, young lady!”

“Why?” I said. “I mean, let’s say I liked a grown woman that way, and she felt the same about me.  Why would it be bad for us to do sex stuff together?”

“Because you’re not old enough to make those decisions yet!”

“Wait, wait – does that mean I’m old enough if it’s someone closer to my age?”

Mom shook her head. “At twelve? I don’t think so. That’s awfully young. But even if you were a few years older, the law says the other person would have to be under eighteen.”

“That’s stupid,” I said. I got up from where I was sitting on the love seat, crossed the living room, and settled into Mom’s lap. I snuggled up, making a point of resting my head between her tits. “Seriously… I already masturbate. So what difference does it make if I do it with somebody else? I think about doing it with other people when I touch myself. Sometimes with grownups.”

I wriggled slowly on her lap, creating a little friction. It was really turning me on. “Just tell me, Mom,” I said in a pleading tone. “Does she have big boobs, little ones, or in between?”

“They’re… actually really big,” Mom said, her voice wobbling a little. “I guess you could say she’s kind of full-bodied… not fat, but sort of shapely. And she has breasts to match.”

“Mmmm…” I said, trying to make it a sort of sexy purr. I shifted positions again, rubbing my backside on Mom’s thigh without being too obvious about it. “A full-bodied dirty blonde with big boobs, and she’s gay. Can I be honest with you, Mom?”

Mom drew in an unsteady breath, and I was elated to realize that I wasn’t the only aroused person in this chair! “Well, I mean… of course you can, Mallory.”

“Hearing about Katerina is getting me really turned on. You don’t think that’s bad of me, do you?”

Mom lowered her head until her forehead was resting in my hair. “I… I don’t know, Mallory. I guess not bad, exactly, but…” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not the best thing for you to think about. It isn’t as if anything can happen with her. You’re too young, and she has a partner.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it when I’m touching myself, does it? I mean… it’s only thoughts I’m having.” I tried to put a hint of uncertainty in my voice, but inside I was grinning ear to ear.

I could feel Mom’s heart racing. “Well… um… I guess it doesn’t, sweetie.”

“Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Guess I crossed a line with that comment, cause Mom lifted her head and said, “That’s none of your business, young lady. I think it’s time for both of us to get ready for bed.”

I did all the usual bedtime stuff with an image of Katerina dancing in my head. It was mixed up with images of Mom, and soon I was picturing all three of us kissing, touching, and getting each other naked. My panties were getting super damp, but I didn’t mind… I reveled in it.

Mom came to tuck me in, and when she leaned in to kiss my cheek, I turned my head towards her. Our lips brushed. She froze, but didn’t pull away. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair.

After a moment she broke the kiss, and I let her go. “G-goodnight, Mallory,” she stammered. Turning on her heel, she made a quick exit.

My plan was to wait until I heard Mom go to bed and masturbate then, but by then I was WAY too far gone. The moment she was out of the room my hand was inside my pajamas. It took me only a couple of minutes to come.

***

Mom came home sick from school on Tuesday; the same damn bug Dad got, I bet. She was already in bed when I showed up at the apartment. I ended up making dinner for myself and soup for her. I guess it kind of goes without saying that I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her that day, or the next! She was super-bummed to be missing school, too. I guess that means she’s really enjoying it. Good for her.

I spent both Tuesday and Wednesday evening doing homework and practicing my Chopin. I thought I had the piece pretty much down, but then my piano teacher started getting picky. All these little points of interpretation and style, plus REALLY doubling down on any sloppiness. She told me that with most students she wouldn’t even bother nit-picking on this stuff, so I suppose that’s a compliment.

Thursday was band practice, and Julie had the totally excellent idea to bring Nettie along. She looked on with interest as Julie powered on the PA and did mic checks, and it did my heart a world of good to see it. We warmed up by burning through “Hungry Like the Wolf,” and “Destruction Preventer.” Could that have been a smile on Nettie’s face when we played the latter?! I think it was.

We then set about working on our second original song. Jamie and I had that combined guitar/keyboard riff I mentioned before to show off, and everyone immediately agreed we should use it. We jammed on it for a bit, with Katie flinging it into overdrive using her newfound double-kick skills. It was clear from the outset that this was going to be a scorching heavy metal song. Then Roger got an idea for a verse progression that would expand on the intro riff. As we practiced playing over it, Ralph was humming a melody into the microphone, same as he had when we wrote “Ear in the Wall.”

Suddenly Katie stopped playing her drums, bringing the rest of us to a graceless halt. “Dude,” she said to Ralph, “hum that again.”

Ralph obliged, and moments later Katie was scribbling in her notebook. Then she looked up at Ralph. “I don’t know how good this is,” she said hesitantly, “but I was just thinking of the main character in this old motorcycle movie I watched with my dad. That’s what it’s about.”

She thrust her notebook at Ralph. “Let’s play that verse part, and you try singing those words to the tune you were just humming.”

She counted us in, and Ralph sang what he’d been given. When we stopped playing at the end of the verse. Ralph was staring open-mouthed at Katie. “Holy SHIT,” he proclaimed. “That’s badass.”

We called it “The Devil’s Own,” and we had it down with time to spare. It was heavy, and a bit progressive. We even did a breakdown section in 5/4 time, which was Katie’s idea. She’s becoming more assertive as time goes on, and let me tell you, that girl has a real talent for lyrics.

“Jason’s going to flip out when he hears this,” said Roger.

We could have spent a little more time practicing, but Roger called a band meeting instead. We all pulled up chairs and sat in a little circle.

“Ralph and I have been talking,” said Roger. “We both just got into this for a laugh; we like to play, and figured this’d get us on stage in front of people. But the thing is, this is turning into a really good fucking band.”

There was a chorus of general agreement, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been to at least one rehearsal each for all the other bands,” she said. “None of them are even close to you guys. You really rock.”

“I agree,” said Roger. “Add in my handsome face and winning personality, and you really can’t go wrong. Anyway, me and Ralph got to thinking we should learn a bunch more songs, maybe do some more writing, and then try to get some real gigs after we do the spring concert.”

This was a whole new idea. “Gigs where?” said Jamie. “We’re a band full of kids. I can’t see a whole lot of bars letting us play.”

“You’re not wrong,” said Roger. “My cousin plays bass in his dad’s bar band and he’s about my age, but he gets away with it because it’s mostly a band of adults. It wouldn’t work for us.”

He spread his hands on his lap. “But I made some phone calls. Every little dipshit town like this one has a summer festival, and they can’t afford to bring in any of the good bar bands to play it. That’s why the music is always a bunch of old fogies playing bluegrass, or some chick strumming on an acoustic guitar. I had four towns tell me they’d book us right now, including this one. A few others said they were interested. That’d be a really cool for-starters.”

“Oh, hell yes,” said Jamie. “That’s like, the coolest idea ever.”

“Then there could be other things,” Roger went on. “County fairs, maybe. Some of the little community centers might let us come in. Then this fall we could maybe bag some school dances, if we can talk them into using a band instead of a DJ. Maybe the community colleges in Alex and Wadena would have us next school year. The key is being willing to work cheap. The real money is in the bars, and that’s out of reach for us right now.”

“Who cares?” Katie put in. “It’d be fun. I’d do it just for that.”

“There’d be things to figure out,” said Roger. “Sound production, stuff like that. The crappy PAs they use at the summer fests for those bluegrass combos… they won’t work for this band. Not sure what the answer is, but I’ll bet I can find one. I do think we should bring Julie here along as our front of house, and she gets a split of anything we manage to pull in.”

The Patented Julie Hanson Ear-Splitting Squeal just about deafened us all. “Absolutely!” she whooped.

Roger turned his head towards me, and gave me that goofy, happy-go-lucky grin. “What do you say, Mallory? You up for it?”

I blinked a couple of times, then got my brain in gear. “I’d love to,” I said.

“Should we pick some more songs to learn?” asked Katie.

“Let’s hold off for a week,” said Roger, “because I have one more proposal. Instead of being just another variety band, I think we should pick a theme. I spent a little time online last night, and theme bands are a big deal right now. We’d probably have to phase out some of the stuff we’ve already learned, but so far we’ve mostly just been doing it for kicks anyway.”

“You got a theme in mind?” said Jamie.

“Yeah! 80’s pop. There’s a ton of bands out there doing eighties hard rock right now… Motley Crue and stuff like that, but the truth is ain’t nobody gonna compete with Hairball in that space. If you look at the poppier side, there’s a lot of stuff that was really popular, still gets played a lot on classic rock radio, that other bands aren’t doing. I say we get some new-wave looking costumes, learn a bunch of songs by Blondie, The Cars, and Madonna, do just a smidge of the more commercial hard rock like Poison or Motley Crue, and throw in a few of our originals when we really want to rock things up.”

Jamie’s lips were pursed. “That’s not the worst idea,” she said thoughtfully.

“We should take a week to think it over, though,” said Ralph. “If that’s a direction somebody just plain doesn’t want to go in, we can find something else. This could be a really great band, and I want everyone to be happy.”

“I don’t know much about that music,” said Katie, “Is there anything I should listen to, so I can see what I think?”

“Far as the 80’s stuff goes, we’re already doing songs by Duran Duran, Asia, and Europe,” said Roger. “But I’ll give you a list of other stuff to check out.”

“So we’d still do ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’, ‘Final Countdown’, and ‘Heat of the Moment’?” said Katie. “I like those! Okay, I’ll check out your list.”

We left it at that, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to go with Roger’s idea. I’m still trying to wrap my brain about going from being in a short-term student ensemble to an actual band looking for gigs. How awesome is that?

***

Julie and I ended up going to Jamie’s place Friday evening to listen to some music. Jamie might be a metalhead, but she’s also got her parents’ old stuff in her record collection, and a lot of it was the sort of 80s pop Roger suggested we focus on. Nettie tagged along. No way were we going to leave her behind if she wanted to come along, but it was a little frustrating all the same… it meant we couldn’t do anything sexy.

It was still fun. Nettie didn’t like the stuff we were listening to as much as the heavy metal, but she seemed to enjoy herself all the same. We listened to an album called “Rio’ by Duran Duran, and a bunch of little records that Jamie called 45s. Those are handy, because they usually have songs that got played on the radio, and if we’re going to start doing regular gigs, we’ll probably have to focus on that. I really liked most of it… better than I like Jamie’s metal, really.

After we’d had our fill of that, Jamie put on an album by a band called Flotsam & Jetsam for Nettie to check out. It was heavier than anything we’d listened to so far. To be honest, I didn’t like it very much at all, but Nettie sure did! She was smiling and bobbing her head the whole time it was on.

I was kind of stuck on my own yesterday and today. The Hansons were doing something with Jason’s parents, all my other friends were busy with one thing or another, and Mom was going nuts trying to catch up on the schoolwork she missed when she was sick. But that was all right. I practiced piano a lot, and I used Mom’s brand-new internet hookup to check out a whole bunch of 80s pop hits. I’m getting excited about Roger’s vision for the band. This could be really, really cool.

February 25th, 2007

This is going to be a pretty short entry. I’m at Home One this week, and that means that if I’m not at school, at church, or at band practice, I’m on the farm and pretty much isolated from the outside world.

Let’s get the bad news out of the way: Nettie, who seemed to be doing so much better, has fallen back into a pit. Julie says it’s worse than ever. She barely eats, doesn’t talk, and is waking up screaming a couple of times a night. When I see her at school, she’s really pale and quiet. I wonder if she’ll ever really come back. How do you get over something like that?

In an interesting turn of events, our band is going to be playing an extended set at the spring student concert. Jason informed us that a couple of students dropped out of the program, and he had to consolidate. There’s one less band now. None of the other bands are going to get to a point of actually being able to learn extra songs, so we’re going to play a double set to make up the time.

We decided to keep our options open as to which songs we’ll play for that show. The only thing for sure is that we’ll do the two originals. But in other news, we have a name, a direction, and a real gig!

We got together before rehearsal on Thursday for a band meeting. We all agreed that we want to become a real band, and that Roger’s idea to go with an 80s pop theme is a really cool idea. It’ll set us apart from other bands, and give us lots of really great music to choose from.

Ralph had an idea for a name, and had even designed a logo! We’re going to be 80 Proof… just the right name for a really potent 80s band. We settled in to rehearse feeling like we were on top of the world, and we tried something a little different this time. Before, we’ve always learned songs on our own, and then put it all together in rehearsal. This time we picked a few songs… we’d all done some listening and had some ideas… and just kind of jammed with the recordings together and let it fall into place.

It worked pretty well, because everybody here has a pretty good ear. We all agreed the other way is more efficient and that’s how we’ll mostly keep doing it, but the change of pace was fun. We got three songs sounding pretty decent in this fashion, and picked five more to have ready to practice next week.

Oh, and Jamie’s singing some lead vocals now! One of the songs we learned Thursday was by an artist called Patti Smith, and Ralph said the vocal wasn’t right for him. Jamie tried it, and it sounded great. Ralph says he doesn’t mind taking a little break and just doing backing vocals, maybe playing rhythm guitar. Interestingly, it was the first we knew he plays guitar! He’s not nearly as good as Jamie, but he’s not bad. It gives us an extra tool.

Friday afternoon Roger caught me just as I was about to board the school bus. “Mallory,” he said, sounding a bit winded, “I don’t suppose you have any plans for July 7th, do you? That’s a Saturday.”

I thought fast. July seemed impossibly far in the future. I knew I didn’t have anything at all planned for the summer, but I was trying to think what Mom or Dad might stick me with. It didn’t take long. In early July Dad will be in full swing with farm stuff, and these days, Mom just seems to be letting me do my own thing.

“Not that I can think of,” I told him. “Why?”

“I’ll get back to you… I still have to talk to Katie,” he said, rushing off.

He called me at home just after supper. “I got us a gig, Mallory! Put it on the calendar… we’re playing the festival in Henning, July 7th. We’ll be outdoors in the Lions Park, and we go on at eight. Talk to you later… I’ve still got a couple of calls to make.”

That’s really all I’ve got for today. I still don’t know where Mom and Dad are at on the whole divorce thing, but during my Home One week I have NO LIFE. I’m super-excited about the band, but I really, really need to have sex. Masturbation just isn’t enough!

February 27th, 2007

I’ve mostly been catching this diary up on Sundays, but I just have to write about what happened last night! It’s Tuesday, I just got home from school, and Mom won’t be home for a little while yet. Hopefully I can get it all down before she arrives.

Yesterday saw me back at Home Two with Mom. There’s some good news: Mom isn’t going after half of the farm. She doesn’t feel right about that, since it was in Dad’s family long before she came along. She does want a settlement, since her moving off the farm means Dad getting almost everything they owned together, but she’s not going to make it something he can’t handle. So the farm stays in the family. Whew.

Mom stayed at school late yesterday evening to catch up on some stuff in the networking lab, and I tried to keep busy at home by myself… you know, do a little cleaning, practice my music, that kind of thing. But the wheels in my mind were turning, getting dirtier with every spin. It had been WAY too long since somebody touched me. A wicked idea was forming in my head, and I wanted to see if I could set it in motion. I called up Jamie.

“Hi, little sister!” she said.

“Are you by yourself?” I asked her.

“Gimme a minute.”

I waited. A couple of minutes and a few random thumps later, Jamie spoke again. “I’ve got the cordless in my room. What’s up?”

“Do you know Megan Frost?”

“Yeah! She’s that goth chick in the 9th grade. She seems cool. Why?”

“Well, Julie and I are friends with her. I was thinking maybe we should all get together and… hang out.”

There was silence on the other end. “Uhhh…” Jamie said at last, “does this mean what I’m thinking it does?”

Leave it to Jamie to put all the pieces together in a split second. She comes across as a super-relaxed hippie type, but I’m starting to realize there’s a very sharp intelligence lurking underneath. I wonder why she’s not in the Advanced Learning program. “Yup, I said. “What do you think?”

“Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“No, but I’ll bet she’ll be into it.”

Jamie paused again before speaking. “She is pretty,” she said. “I have to admit, just the idea is getting me excited. Yeah, I’d be into it. When?”

“I dunno,” I said. “We’d have to figure something out.”

Jamie giggled. “Little sister, you sound seriously frustrated.”

“I’m going crazy!” I admitted with a laugh. “I haven’t done anything with another person in like two whole weeks.”

“Mmmm,” said Jamie, “are you really wet?”

I realized what she was up to, and stopped myself before I could reply. My promise to Julie rang in my ears. Did our agreement include talking dirty over the phone? I decided that it might.

I was just trying to figure out how to let Jamie down easy when I was saved by the door. Mom was home.“Jamie, my mom just came in,” I said. “I have to go.”

“Damn,” she lamented. “Okay. Talk to you soon, little sister.”

Mom’s eyebrows went up as I hung up the phone. “That was Jamie from your band?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a furious blush creep over my face. “We were talking, uh, music stuff.”

Mom was peering at me, eyes narrowed. She suspects, I realized. She can sense that something’s out of place. Then she seemed to shrug it off. “I hope you’ve eaten,” she said. “It’s your bedtime in half an hour.”

As it happens, I had eaten, and even fixed a plate for Mom to throw in the microwave. It took a lot of effort to concentrate on the task at hand; talking to Jamie had got me all worked up. I served Mom her dinner, then left to take care of my bedtime ritual: pajamas, pee, wash, brush teeth.

Getting into bed, I pulled the covers up, my pussy positively throbbing, and a moment later Mom came to tuck me in.

A sudden impulse struck me. “Mom,” I said, “would you get under the covers and snuggle with me for a little while?”

Mom blinked. “It’s been years since you asked me to do that, sweetie.”

“I know. But I’d really like it if you did. Is that okay?”

“For a few minutes.” Stepping out of her shoes, she slipped between the sheets and gathered me into her arms. I twisted around so we were face-to-face, pressing myself tightly against her warmth. We just lay there for a bit, holding each other close.

It felt peaceful and cozy, but I wanted more than that.  I gave it a moment, then began lightly tracing her shoulder and upper arm with my fingertips. I wriggled into a better position, and planted a soft kiss on her neck.

“Mmmm… aren’t you lovey tonight,” she murmured. I giggled and planted a gentle kiss on her collarbone, then let my lips glide across the nape of her neck. She shivered. “What’s all that for?” she whispered, not sounding as if she minded too much.

“I love you so much, Mom,” I said in what I hoped was a soft, sexy voice. “I just like kissing you.”

I wriggled upwards just a bit more, and began softly nuzzling and kissing her face. My fingertips trailed slowly up and down her spine, and I felt her shiver. It was working!

I let my mouth drift slowly towards hers, being careful to give her lots of time to back away.  When our lips brushed, she drew in a sharp, shuddering breath. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and she let go of me and rolled away, tearing herself out of my grasp.

“Um… I… Mallory, it’s late,” she stammered. “It’s time for you to go to sleep…”

I placed a finger on her lips, shushing her. “I understand, Mom,” I whispered, placing my mouth bare inches from her ear. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been touched like that, hasn’t it?”

She nodded without words, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I can tell what it’s doing to you,” I whispered, moving in even closer. “And I think that’s okay. It’s not like you asked for it to happen. And I’m feeling the same way you are.”

Pulling herself to a sitting position, Mom swung her legs off of the bed. She planted her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. “This isn’t right, Mallory. I’m your mother.”

Getting to my knees, I wrapped both arms around her from behind. “Mom,” I whispered, “tell me the truth. I bet you hear me some nights when I masturbate, and sometimes I hear you masturbating when I’m done. Does hearing me get you excited? And do you think about girls sometimes when you do it? Maybe about Katerina?”

Mom froze, but she didn’t pull away. She sniffled, and when she spoke, there were tears in her voice. “It does get me excited,” she admitted. “I think it’s just knowing there’s an aroused person on the other side of the wall. And… and…”

Her shoulders heaved. “I do fantasize about Katerina!” she wailed. “I… I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like, the things she does with her partner… oh, God, what’s wrong with me?”

I loosened my arms, gripped her shoulders, and tugged. She didn’t resist, collapsing backwards onto the bed.

I gently wiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb. “Are you going to touch yourself tonight, Mom?” I asked.

She sniffled again. “Probably,” she admitted.

“Well I am, for sure,” I said. “And we’ll be listening to each other through the wall anyway, so… what if we just did it together? Right here, in the same room?”

Mom sat up right away, staring at me as if I’d just sprouted a second head. “Mallory Jane! What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m gay, Mom. Or maybe bisexual. Maybe you are too, and is that really so terrible? And you’re a beautiful lady. I notice that. I think it’s okay. If we’re both going to touch ourselves tonight, why should we have to be alone to do it? Wouldn’t it be better to be together? Keep each other company?”

Mom turned her eyes upward towards the ceiling. Her expression softened. I could tell her resolve was giving way. “I… I don’t know,” she said.

I lay down, stretching my legs out. “I can’t wait anymore, Mom,” I told her. “I’ve been worked up all evening, and my panties are soaked. I’m going to do something about it now. If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to. But I hope you decide to stay.”

I slid a hand beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms, letting my fingers trail down over the front of my very damp panties… sucking in my breath at the tingling sensation as I brushed my pussy lips through the saturated cotton. I could feel dampness on the back of my hand from the front of my pajamas… yeah, I was that wet.

Mom was staring intently at my every move. She saw me watching her and looked away… but she didn’t get up. Still touching through my underwear, I applied some pressure, flexing my fingers in a slow circular motion. A strong surge of pleasure engulfed my body, and I whimpered, thrusting my hips forward.

Mom’s eyes were on me again… and this time, she brought her legs up onto the bed and slowly lay back, her head resting on the pillow next to mine. Her left arm was pressed against my right; the same arm I was using to touch myself.

Done with teasing, I slipped my hand inside my panties. Holy crow, was I ever wet! My entire pussy, right up to the fork of my thighs, was dripping with juice, like a fresh piece of fruit. Even muffled by the clothing, I could hear the squishing sound as I trailed a finger between my pussy lips. Every part of me  was tingling, every nerve ending alive. I’ve had a lot of sexual adventures over the past few months, but getting myself off in front of Mom added a level of danger that drove me wild.

By then my breath was coming in sharp gasps, sweet twinges of pleasure rippling through me. I never took my eyes off Mom. Was she going to do anything besides just watch?

Less than a minute later, I got my answer when Mom slowly unbuttoned the front of her jeans, then slid a hand inside. I saw motion beneath the fabric of those jeans. I saw Moms eyelids flutter, saw her lips part. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

Suddenly my light touches weren’t enough, not even close. I needed to FUCK myself. I shoved my panties and PJ bottoms down, lifting up just enough to push them all the way off, then flung them away and got to work on myself with both hands. The first two fingers of the left hand went inside, while I teased my clit with the middle finger of the other hand.

Mom was staring at me as she masturbated. I realized that she hadn’t seen my pussy in at least six years, maybe more. I hope it turned her on even more!

I fucked myself fast and hard, making sloshing wet sounds with every thrust. Within seconds I was moaning aloud. Mom’s hand was also moving rapidly inside her jeans, her hips rocking forward and back. She didn’t cry out, but her breath was hissing through clenched teeth.

Before I even realized it was happening, my climax hit. I was resting on my feet and shoulders, the whole middle section of my body arched up from the bed. My pussy clenched rhythmically on my fingers, gripping so hard that it almost hurt. I screamed along with those powerful pulsations, riding the wave of one of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had.

It all slowly faded, and I collapsed onto the bed. I needed to rest and catch my breath, but instead I hauled myself into a sitting position to watch Mom. Her hips were bucking powerfully, making hard fucking movements. A whimper escaped, and she clapped her free hand over her mouth. I reached out and gently pried that hand away. “Let it out, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. “There’s no one here but us.”

She replied with a soft moan. I’ve been listening to her mastubate on and off for awhile now, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her moan. She did it again again, this time a bit louder.

“Oh… oh gosh,” she got out. Her hips were still pumping furiously.

“Are you going to come?” I said.

“Yes… yes, Mallory, I’m going to… I’m… Ooohhhhh!”

Her whole body went rigid, her hand still moving furiously. She let out three more sharp cries, the last one building to a hoarse scream. Then she slowly sank down into the bed and went still, except for her chest rising and falling.

I threw my arm across her chest, snuggling up. She pulled me close.

“Mallory… oh, Mallory,” she whispered. “What have we done?”

“Shhh,” I whispered. “It’s okay. We both wanted this.”

“But s-sweetheart, we–”

I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t overthink it, Mom. We had a nice time together, that’s all.” Moving closer, I kissed her cheek. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Love you, Mom.”

She was silent for a moment, then whispered. “I love you too, Mallory.” I heard her settle in with a sigh. Minutes later, she was dozing.

I got up, got into clean panties and pajamas, and made sure my alarm was set early enough for her to get to school on time. Then I crawled into bed next to my sleeping mother, glowing with elation. It took me a little while to fall asleep, but I finally did.

Soon to come: Chapter Twenty-Six!