Mother’s Day

Pulling into her driveway, Nicole sat in the car a moment, glad to be home. How long she sat there told her just how rough her day had been. She finally turned off the ignition and got out, groaning at her aching feet. She has been on them for almost thirteen hours. She just wanted to get inside and kick off her nonslip shoes and sit on the couch for a while.

She noticed lights still on in the house, and she wondered what Megan was doing up so late. It was after eleven-thirty. Hitting the alarm button on her key fob, she went inside to find her stepdaughter sitting on the couch watching TV.

Hearing the door open, Megan smiled at Nicole, unfurled her long legs, and came over to give her a lingering kiss. Kissing her stepdaughter back, Nicole decided she needed this after the day she had.

“Happy Mother’s Day,” Megan said, her arms still around Nicole’s waist, “how was your day?”

“It’s better now,” Nicole said, kissing her again.

Pulling back, Megan said, “Go sit down. I’ll get you a glass of wine.”

“That sounds amazing,” Nicole said, smiling at her.

She didn’t immediately go to the living room, watching Megan walk into the kitchen instead. The teenager was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top, her long legs bare. Nicole loved her legs- the rest of her, too. She hasn’t found a part of her stepdaughter she didn’t like.

Shaking her head, she flopped on the couch. She knew she should feel guilty about how her relationship with her stepdaughter had changed since the Halloween party, but she didn’t. Megan was becoming a beautiful young woman who Nicole found irresistible. The fact that Megan didn’t seem to mind the new dynamic of their living arrangement helped her have a clear conscience.

The first time they slept together could be chalked up to comic misadventure since they hadn’t realized until afterwards what they had done, but all the times since then were definitely intentional. That included when Nicole had followed Megan upstairs and into the shower after the party. Both of them had been pretty drunk- especially her because she polished off a bottle of wine before Megan made it home- but they had known what they were doing.

Thinking back now, Nicole realized that Megan’s playful comment about joining her in the shower had been the tipping point in their relationship more so than sleeping together at the party. Without that invitation, making love in the woods might have just become a funny story to look back on and shake their heads and laugh. Instead, they’ve become lovers, and Megan hasn’t slept in her own bed in months.

Megan came into the living room and handed a glass of wine to Nicole. Sitting up, she took a long pull of the wine, needing it after the day she has had. Working a double at a restaurant on Mother’s Day was a horrible idea, she decided. Only the fat wad of tip money she had collected made it almost worth it.

She was distracted from her thoughts as Megan pulled off her shoes, then lifted her feet into her lap. Nicole sighed happily as the girl began to massage her aching feet. Smiling fondly at her, Nicole said, “You are a Godsend.”

“That bad?” Megan asked.

“It wasn’t as bad as usual,” Nicole said, shaking her head, “with all the new state guidelines about keeping six feet between tables, we could only seat about a third of the restaurant at a time… That being said, we also had about a third of the usual amount of servers we’d have on Mother’s Day. I think the only thing that saved us was that the Coronavirus still has some people a little leery of going to a restaurant.”

“Did you make any money?” Megan asked, still working the tension out of her stepmother’s foot.

“Oh yeah,” Nicole said, taking a sip of her wine, “about a car payment and an electric bill.”

Nodding her appreciation, Megan said, “Nice.”

“If you keep rubbing my feet, I’ll buy you something nice,” Nicole said, sighing.

“Okay,” Megan said, laughing.

When the mayor had shut down the dining rooms of restaurants across the county, Nicole’s restaurant had shifted to take-out only. The whole process of prepping, preparing, and selling food changed. There were growing pains as they figured out how to do this efficiently as possible, but they adapted. Then, a week before Mother’s Day, the stay at home order was lifted, and they had to reset the restaurant back to its original configuration, and there were more growing pains as they tried to find a way to deal with the increased to-go sales and the dine-in customer’s orders. Add to that chaos Mother’s Day- the single busiest day of the year for a restaurant- and it was a mess.

She felt bad for the hosts and the front of house managers who had to explain to the angry mob that state regulations wouldn’t allow the restaurant to sit parties of more than six. Every other Mother’s Day before the Coronavirus swept the globe like wildfire, people would be crammed into the restaurant like sardines, and even more would be waiting in the lobby for a table to become available. That couldn’t happen this year, and it fell to those unfortunate few to stem the tide of humanity trying to get through the door. By the end of the night, they had the look of soldiers who had been through hell on the battlefield.

We all did, Nicole thought, remembering the tunnel vision she had had driving home from work., you don’t work a Mother’s Day, you survive it.

Nicole went to take another drink only to find her glass had a hole in it. Seeing her put the empty glass to her lips, Megan asked, “Do you need another one?”

“Please,” Nicole said, holding out her glass.

Megan left to grab her another glass, and Nicole sat up and rolled her shoulders. She groaned at how tight her neck and back were. In her twenties, thirteen hours on her feet wouldn’t have hurt this much, but she was getting old. It didn’t help any that she shared a bed with a horny teenager, either. She barely felt the need to work out, anymore, trying to keep up with her.

Smiling, she thought there were worse problems to have than a hormone drenched lover.

“Your neck bothering you?” Megan asked, handing her the glass.

Laughing, she said, “Everything is bothering me.”

Megan offered Nicole her hand, said, “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Nicole asked, taking her hand.

“Our room,” Megan said, helping her to her feet, “I’ll give you a massage.”

“I’m going to buy you something really nice,” Nicole said, making Megan laugh.

She followed her stepdaughter upstairs to the master bedroom. ‘Our room’ Megan had called it, and Nicole really couldn’t argue with her. The last time Megan had slept in her own bed was before Thanksgiving. The side of the bed that used to belong to her father now belonged to Megan. Some times, thinking about her husband, Nicole felt guilty about cheating on him- with his daughter, no less.

Other times, she’d think about how his selfish, irresponsible drinking left her to raise his kid while he sat in jail, about how she had taken the burden of providing for herself and Megan onto her shoulders even though Megan wasn’t even her daughter. It didn’t justify her infidelity, but it did take the sting out of her guilt.

She had divorce papers drawn up, but she couldn’t file them without losing custody of Megan. She cared about the girl too much- loved her like she was really her daughter- to let her get stuck with her good for nothing mother. Even Megan, ten at the time, knew her mother wouldn’t be able to provide for them. Nicole had sucked it up and tucked those papers away, started picking up extra shifts to put food on the table for her and Megan.

Her reason for keeping the divorce papers in their drawer wasn’t as altruistic anymore. She wasn’t worried about keeping Megan away from her addict of a mother now. She didn’t file them because she was in love with Megan. What started as simple lust has blossomed into something more in the months since Halloween. She has always loved the girl, but the nature of that love has changed some. The ways she loved Megan were sometimes confusing, partly the love of a stepmother and partly that of a partner.

Like now, as she followed the girl upstairs to probably fool around, she found herself asking, “Did you finish your homework?”

“Yeah,” Megan said, sounding like she was rolling her eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes, young lady,” Nicole said.

“Yes, Mother,” Megan said, laughing.

Nicole smiled, rolling her own eyes. Usually, when she got ‘mom’ or ‘mother’ these days, it was sarcastic. Megan called her Lover, which she kind of liked better, anyway. Occasionally, the girl called her Rachel when she was feeling playful, which always made Nicole smile.

In the bedroom, Megan turned to face Nicole, began unbuttoning her shirt. Nicole helped her slip it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. As she unhooked her bra, Megan unfastened the button on her dress pants. The bra joined the shirt on the floor first, then her pants. Megan was smiling at her as she hooked her fingers in the panties she wore, and Nicole’s heart started beating like crazy. The girl pulled the underwear off Nicole’s hips and down her thighs until gravity took them the rest of the way down.

Naked in front of her stepdaughter, Nicole shivered as Megan looked her up and down. The lust in the girl’s eyes never failed to get to her. She leaned in and kissed the girl deeply, and it lingered until they both had to come up for air.

“Mm,” Megan said, smiling at her, “hold that thought. Stretch out on the bed.”

Nicole crawled onto the bed, stretching out on her stomach. She felt Megan follow her, then the girl was straddling her lower back. Nicole sighed as Megan began to massage her shoulders. Ever time Megan found a knot of tension, Nicole grimaced, but the girl’s nimble fingers worked it until the muscle loosened. Slowly, the long hours at work began to melt away.

Finished with her back and shoulders, Megan turned around and began to massage Nicole’s legs. Thirteen hours on her feet had done a number on her calves and thighs, but Megan left her feeling like she had spent the day sitting on the couch.

“Mm, why are you so good at this?” Nicole asked, sighing.

“I watched a couple of videos,” Megan said, getting off of Nicole, “roll over.”

Rolling onto her back, Nicole smiled up at the girl, “You watched a couple of videos?”

“I knew you’d be tired when you got home,” Megan said, her hands finding Nicole’s the front part of Nicole’s shoulders and upper chest, “this is part of your Mother’s Day gift.”

“This is gift enough,” Nicole said, meaning it. She already felt ten times better than she had when she clocked out after her shifts.

“I bought you something,” Megan said.

“What?” Nicole asked.

“I’ll give it to you after I finish your massage,” the girl said, smiling warmly at her.

“You didn’t have to buy me anything,” Nicole said.

“Of course I did,” Megan said, pausing to meet Nicole’s eyes, “I don’t know if I say it enough, but I appreciate what you did… You know, sticking around when Dad went to prison. You-you didn’t have to…”

“Megan, I…” Nicole said, then realized the girl wasn’t finished.

“All the extra shifts at the restaurant… Driving me around to practice, recitals… Thank you,” Megan said, holding Nicole’s eyes, “I love you, Mom.”

Nicole felt tears sting her eyes because this ‘mom’ wasn’t sarcastic. She could see the genuine feeling behind the girl’s words in her eyes. A little choked up, she said, “I love you too, Sweetie.”

Smiling warmly at Nicole, Megan began her massage, again. The second half of the massage was much more intimate, some of the places Megan was touching set a flush of heat afire across Nicole’s body. As relaxed as she was, she was also incredibly turned on. The fact that Megan seemed intent on finishing what she started only made it worse.

Nicole didn’t know if Megan had meant this massage to be foreplay, but it worked like a charm. After the day she had had, Nicole hadn’t expected to be in the mood to fool around, but Megan had helped her find her second wind.

When the girl ran out of other places to massage, her fingers found the one spot she had avoided. The pressure on her clit as Megan made these delicious little circles with her fingers made Nicole moan thickly and her back arch off the bed. Her fingers clutched at the covers as pleasure crashed through her.

I guess this massage comes with a happy ending, Nicole thought.

Megan’s fingers slipped lower and into Nicole’s ready pussy, the tips of her fingers finding that magic spot. Getting to her knees, Megan moved between Nicole’s spread legs. Her lips found the inside of Nicole’s knee, then again higher on her thigh. Propped up on her elbows, Nicole watched her stepdaughter leave a trail of kisses that could be leading to only one place. Then she reached her destination, and Nicole moaned thickly as Megan’s hot, wet tongue found her clit.

With her fingers and mouth, Megan was driving Nicole’s body crazy. From her first shy kiss in the woods to now, the girl has become a practiced lover and knew what Nicole wanted. Needed. More than that, Megan wasn’t shy anymore and confident in her skills. Nicole found that confidence incredibly sexy in a thirteen-year-old girl, more than she liked to admit.

It also filled her with a curious sense of pride, in one of those moments when her stepmother and lover wires got crossed. The little girl who she used to read to sleep was growing up and becoming a beautiful, capable young lady.

Parents want to see their kids excel, Nicole thought, with an inward eye roll, even at this.

Megan was definitely excelling at what she was doing to Nicole, had her writhing in ecstasy with her mouth and her fingers. If Megan didn’t let up, she was going to make her come. The girl knew it. The corners of Megan’s mouth turned up as she continued her relentless assault on Nicole’s nerve endings. That sexy little smile did Nicole in, and her body exploded with pleasure.

As she road the tide of feel-good juices hitting her bloodstream, she thought, a very happy ending indeed.

She opened her eyes as she felt Megan’s weight shift on the bed, saw the girl opening the little drawer in her bedside stand. Nicole saw the small box in the girl’s hand, its festively colored bow on top, and she remembered the massage had only been half of the Megan’s gift.

Holding out the jewelry box, Megan said, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

Nicole laughed as she sat up and put her back to the headboard, “Never got a Mother’s Day gift when I was naked before.”

“This is a first for me, too,” Megan said, offering her the box again.

Taking it, Nicole opened it and saw a Pandora charm bracelet. When she removed it from the box, she saw it had four identical beads that said ‘No. 1 Mom’. She started to ask why four of the same when she did the math and realize it was one for every year she has been in Megan’s life.

As she swallowed the lump in her throat, she noticed the other charm centered between the four beads. This one wasn’t meant to be given to a mother but a significant other. It featured interlocked hearts, signifying a union of love.

“Megan,” Nicole said, smiling warmly at her, “I love it!”

“Um, the hearts aren’t a Mother’s Day gift,” Megan said.

“I know,” Nicole said, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly, “I love you, too.”

“I wanted my gift to show both sides of how I love you,” Megan said, a little sheepishly. The sentiment was genuine, though.

“It definitely does that,” Nicole said, holding out her arm, “help me put it on.”

Nicole saw Megan’s hands were shaking a little as she put the bracelet on her wrist. In some ways, that meant more to Nicole than the gift itself. Megan had been nervous about giving the bracelet to her, but it had been important enough to her to go through with it anyway. Her affection for the girl has only grown and grown these last five months, and she was glad the Megan was feeling it, too. As illicit as their love was, it was strong, too.

Looking at the bracelet on her wrist, she had to smile. She had some more expensive jewelry, but none she’d rather be wearing than the bracelet. Nicole pulled the girl onto her lap, giving her a hug. She thought she might cry as she said, “Thank you.”

“You are welcome,” Megan said, hugging her back, “I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s perfect,” Nicole said, meaning it.

“What time do you go into work tomorrow?” Megan asked.

“Not until four.”

“Want to grab a bath?” Megan asked.

“Go draw us one,” Nicole said. She watched the girl hurry out of the room, then got off the bed and walked downstairs. There was a new spring in her step that had been missing since about two o’clock, and she had to smile. The massage and the beautiful way it ended had all but erased the hard day at work, and she felt amazing.

In the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of wine and another glass, retrieving her half-finished one from the living room on the way back upstairs. Stepping into the bathroom, she found Megan laying out towels for them. Nicole set down the wine and the glass, moving against the girl from behind.

She whispered in Megan’s ear, “Let’s get you out of these clothing.”

Megan lifted her arms so that Nicole could remove her t-shirt. Nicole hooked her thumbs in the girl’s sleep shorts, pushing them off of her hips so that gravity could take them the rest of the way off. She smiled at the lacy little thong Megan wore under the shorts. Megan had the practical underwear she wore to school- when it was in session, anyway- and the lingerie she wore just for Nicole. This was definitely the latter.

As sexy as the underwear was on the girl, it didn’t stay on very long. It joined the rest of Megan’s clothes on the floor, and the girl was just as naked as she was. Nicole wrapped her arms around the girl from behind, kissing her neck. They stood like that, watching the water level rise in the tub.

“You know, I was dead on my feet when I got home,” Nicole said, whispering in Megan’s ear, “but you brought me back to life with that massage.”

“Enough to fool around in the tub?” Megan asked, sounding like she was smiling.

“Oh yeah,” Nicole said.

“Good,” Megan said, turning in her arms to kiss her, “kind of got myself all excited, giving you the massage.”

“We can take care of that,” Nicole said, smiling at her, “better turn the water off before it gets too high.”

“Right,” Megan said, laughing, “before we make a mess… again.”

“Lesson learned,” Nicole said, letting go of the girl so she could turn off the taps.

The first time they tried making love in the tub, they ended up with half of the bathwater on the floor. They were laughing and joking about it the whole time they were cleaning up the mess they had made. Neither one of them was complaining, either. In spite of the mess, it had been a lot of fun.

Nicole lit the candles they had around the tub while Megan added some scented oil to the bathwater. Nicole’s glass was topped off, and a couple of inches were poured into Megan’s, then the overhead lights were turned off. Since she liked having Megan sit in the hollow of her legs, Nicole got into the tub first, sighing as the hot water welcomed her. Megan joined her, leaning back into her arms. For all their talk about fooling around, they took a moment to just to sip their wine and enjoy the warmth of the water and the closeness of their bodies.

Eventually, Nicole sat her glass on the edge of the tub and ran her hands over Megan’s stomach to cup her breasts. The girl’s nipples tightened in response to her touch and Nicole teased then until her back arched and she moaned thickly. Nicole had to smile because that was all it took, and the girl was ready to go. She didn’t know if being young was a blessing or a curse.

She let one of her hands slip back down her stepdaughter’s stomach and between her thighs. The swirling pressure of her touch made Megan’s fingers latch onto the lip of the tub. Even by the flickering light of the candles, Nicole could see the girl’s knuckles turning white, she was squeezing it so hard. Much like Megan knew what Nicole liked, she had learned just what the teenager needed, and she was more than happy to return the favor from before.

The water lapped up the side of the tub, disturbed by the undulation of Megan’s hips. They still weren’t in any danger of making a mess. There was only a chance of that if they tried tribbing in the tub and, only then, if they let the water get too deep. Like Nicole had said earlier, they had learned their lesson.

Megan’s little sounds of excitement sounded weird because of the bathroom’s acoustics, almost seemed to echo. Nicole didn’t know if it was all the porcelain or maybe the exhaust fan that gave them a ghost note at the end of each cry of enjoyment.

“God, you are going to make me come,” Megan said, around a moan, “don’t stop.”

Megan saying things like that was the reason her conscience was still clear. Smiling, Nicole took Megan the rest of the way, didn’t let up until the girl cried out, and she shook with her climax. She wrapped her arm around Megan, held her as the orgasm had its way with her, then left her trembling.

“I’m not complaining, but tonight was supposed to be about you,” Megan said, turning so she was facing Nicole.

Smiling at her, Nicole said, “It’s after midnight. It’s not Mother’s Day anymore. It’s back to being about ‘us’ again.”

“Are you sure?”

“Love, tonight was amazing… The massage, the bracelet,” Nicole said, leaning forward and kissing her, “it was perfect.”

“Better than the card I gave you last year?” Megan said, grinning.

Laughing, Nicole kissed her again, said, “I love all the gifts you give me.”

“God, that’s such a mom answer,” Megan said.

“The card was sweet,” Nicole said, then had to admit, “the massage and bracelet might have just edged it out, though.”

“Just edged it out, huh?” Megan said, kissing her, “I’ll just have to try harder next year.”

“Oh yeah?” Nicole asked, interested.

Smiling playfully, Megan said, “You’ll just have to wait until then.”

“Gives me something to look forward to,” Nicole said, then smiled, “although Christmas and Valentine’s Day come before then.”

“What about Halloween?” Megan asked, playfully.

“If you dress up like you did this year, it’ll be my new favorite holiday,” Nicole said, kissing her.

“You mean, the way Harley dressed up this year,” Megan teased, moving onto Nicole’s lap.

“I’d like to see YOU in the maid costume,” Nicole said, stealing another kiss, “but I guess I wouldn’t mind if it is ‘Harley’.”

“We could sneak out into the woods and have our own little Halloween party,” Megan said, kissing her deeply, “just you and me.”

“As fun as that was, I think I prefer our bed,” Nicole said, smiling at her.

“Speaking of which…” Megan said, playfully.

Laughing, Nicole said, “Really?”

“Damn hormones, you know,” Megan said, grinning.

“Language, young lady,” Nicole said, shaking her head, “those hormones of yours will be the death of me.”

“Is that a no?”

Seeing the look in the girl’s eyes, Nicole found herself saying, “No… Let’s finish our bath first, though.”

As the girl kissed her again, Nicole thought, This is shaping up to be a Mother’s Day I won’t ever forget.

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