Oyster Gulch, Chapter 8

by Jackie

Caitie felt the tender lips on her forehead and opened her sleepy eyes. Sheriff Carlyle's face smiled down at her "I know it's early honey but you got a big day ahead, and I wanted to give you time to freshen up." Turning her head she was able to make out the large numerals on the digital clock [6:00]. The sun wasn't even up yet. Her host picked up the bedside phone and pressed a speed dial number.

"Sarah, talk to me" the top cop said in a demanding voice.

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After the girl had fallen asleep, Brenda had been busy. She'd called Peggy Baker first to ask if missus Logan had some decent clothes in her luggage. The cactus farmer did the search and returned with an affirmative response. After thanking the busty farmer; for everything, she informed her that a squad car would pick up the outfit.

Then she called her on-duty deputy. If she'd been able to see the look of terror on the young cop's face she'd have had to ask why. Emily Perkins hadn't been expecting to hear from her boss. After having just seriously violated the rules with the gorgeous redhead they were holding, the horrible possibility that the Sheriff somehow knew nearly made her wet her pants. Rationally she thought 'how could she know... ?' but realistically she was aware that Brenda Carlyle knew a lot of things that she aught not to know.

"Emily; get over to the Baker farm and pick up some clothes for missus Logan" she'd instructed. "I'm not having her show up at the arraignment looking like she's already convicted."

"Do you need me to cover for Sarah while she transports her to the courthouse?"

"No, I'll take her myself; in my car" the Sheriff responded

"But..." the Goth deputy nearly started to tell her boss that it was against the rules, but wisely decided against it. Sheriff Carlyle wrote the rules and they only applied to her when it suited. "Yes mam" she'd ended the conversation respectfully; feeling like she'd dodged a bullet.

After getting the wheels in motion to have Caitie's mother properly attired for her court appearance, Brenda checked on her teenaged lover and decided the little darling was down for the count. Very carefully she moved the sleeping girl to her own bed and with the deft touch of a pick-pocket removed the teenager's only garment; the little skirt.

The Sheriff laundered the knee socks, white blouse and panties; not before spending several thrilling moments inhaling the fragrance of the teen's underpants. She'd almost called Emily back to see if she could pick up other underwear for the girl, so she could keep these as a trophy but reluctantly decided against it. She'd sniffed the wool blend skirt, which she wasn't even sure was washable, but it was OK. Better than OK; it had that little girl soapy smell that Brenda wished they sold in a bottle. She convinced herself that the bra was OK too. After ironing the blouse and skirt she hung the ensemble with the bra, panties and socks draped over the cross bar of the hanger, on the back of the ensuite bathroom door.

Sitting in the living room in her beloved hooded black satin dressing gown, (this was at least the fifth one of the same style she'd owned) sipping a fine Cognac, she was waiting for midnight to call her eastward bound clerk.

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Sarah Duggan had the instructions from Emily and assured the Sheriff that she had allowed missus Logan to use the washroom adjoining her office and that the prisoner was at this very moment fixing her face. "Good, I'll be there at seven-thirty; and Sarah make sure she gets breakfast;" she hung up.

Watching Caitlin Logan pad naked across the bedroom toward the ensuite bath put huge cramp in Brenda's pussy. She regretted there wasn't time to reprise last evening's festivities. With a tight feeling in her crotch she made her way to the kitchen to put out some breakfast before retiring to the main bathroom to do her own preparations for the day.

As the sleepiness cleared Caitie realized how funky she felt. She was coated in dried pussy juice from the middle of her cute little face to her equally cute little knees. The whirlpool tub looked divine. She turned on the water and then adjusted the temperature. The tub filled quickly and she was soon doing her impression of a cork in a storm bobbing in turbulence. She'd forgotten how good the bubbles and currents felt. The last time, there was a major distraction very soon after the jets were turned on. Feeling the warm soothing water caressing her Caitie felt relaxed and allowed her mind to float away with her body. She trusted the Sheriff and soon her troubles; most of them ... some of them would be over.

Recalling her last and only other experience in a Jacuzzi was starting that gnawing feeling way down below her tummy again. Behind closed eyes she was seeing Peggy drop her robe and step into the tub with her. The wobble and sway of the cactus farmer's breasts and the long projecting delicious points on top of them; the way they felt in her mouth; Peggy telling her to bite harder; made Caitlin's pussy twitch.

She was wondering if she had time to attend to her need when it happened. She hadn't planned it, she hadn't even thought of it, but as she drifted in the churning water one of the jets hit home. She couldn't help emitting a little yelp as the powerful stream hit her squarely between the legs. Her already swelling mons responded with a jolt that made the teenager jerk away. Fascinated by the possibilities she carefully repositioned herself to take advantage of the stimulating potential of the fast moving water. There it was again, and it was wonderful! She soon found she could control the amount and type of stimulation by twisting her body and opening and closing her legs a little. 'Wow, I gotta convince mom to get one of these the next place we live' she thought as she felt like the water was getting hotter.

Her mind was now getting kind of muddled by the intense sensory input but thinking of her mom took her back home. She was recalling peeping on her mom in the bathroom; watching those wonderful boobs jiggle while her mom dried herself after a shower. Caitlin was remembering the times she'd gone back to her room and put her hands down her pants, touched herself; it was really getting hot now. The vision she had just before it happened was; looking at her mom in the cactus farmer's bathroom after their shower two days and forever ago. She thought afterwards that she may have even called out 'mommie' when the electric shock of her orgasm over took her. Fortunately whatever noises she had made were covered by the roar of the whirlpool.

Feeling a little shaky but otherwise quite pleasant she washed quickly. The towels were behind the door so when she closed it to take one she was greeted by her crisp clean clothes hanging there. 'Sheriff Carlyle and mom have a lot in common' she giggled to herself as she dressed.

She knew where the kitchen was and found the bowls of fresh fruit, boxes of cereal, tubs of yogurt and jugs with milk and juice all laid out on the table. Caitie didn't know if she should wait but she was famished looking at the delicious feast so she dug in. Brenda arrived a couple of minutes later and kissed her on top of the head before sitting down. The sheriff was looking very official in her full black uniform. "Don't roll your skirt up so high today, OK sweetie" the cop advised as she assembled her own breakfast. 'See just like mom' the teenager snickered.

The table was cleared and they were on the way out the door at seven-twenty. The gold Lexus LS purred to life. Caitie felt like a queen in the soft tan colored leather seat. The Sheriff glanced at her passenger as they descended the hill into 'The Gulch'. She was pleased that the teen had taken her advice and left her skirt a little longer but looking at her bare adolescent thighs revealed over half way up still sent a shiver through her pussy.

Brenda walked in the door and Sarah Duggan immediately got up from her desk and headed for the lock up. She returned about a minute later with a woman Brenda barely recognized. The red hair with reddish gold highlights was carefully combed and styled and framed the very attractive woman's porcelain smooth complexion. The make-up was subtle and enhanced the delicate features beautifully. Her green cotton sundress seemed to match her eyes and presented her slightly top heavy figure magnificently. 'She's at least twenty years too old for my taste ... but I might be persuaded to make an exception' Brenda was thinking when she noticed the handcuffs. Caitie ran to her mother and hugged her without a metal obstruction for the first time in days. Heather of course was in no position to return the loving gesture.

"Get those things off her" Brenda barked at her deputy.

"But Sheriff..."

"You heard me!" Sarah quickly removed the cuffs and wisely did not read the book to its author. Turning to Heather her change in tone was remarkable; "did you sleep well ... did you get something to eat?" Heather thanked the senior cop and assured her that she was fine on all counts.

"Have you heard from Mary Ellen this morning?" she redirected toward Sarah.

"No"

"Call her now please" the Sheriff ordered and went into her office.

Her clerk was on the outskirts of Rawlins. Brenda reminded her that according to missus Logan, mister Logan left at eight for work. "Ya got about twenty minutes, maybe less" the Sheriff applied unnecessary stress to the overtired and already time conscious car delivery driver.

"OK let's go the Sheriff" announced on her way toward the back door of the office. "We'll probably stop somewhere for lunch but we should still be back in town before four" she confidently informed her deputy as she exited with the Logan women.

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Heather and Caitlin sat in the back for the ride to Wells. They rode listening to the Eagles Greatest Hits. Caitie wasn't fond of the music selection but she did listen somewhat closely to 'Lyin' Eyes'.

Once inside the court house on the secure side of the metal detectors the Sheriff expertly guided them to the appropriate court room. They took seats in the back row; their case was third on the docket. When the court clerk called out "all rise" a minute or so after nine Heather hoped her legs were sturdier than they felt.

The first case was continued until the following week. The second didn't take long either. Susan Connelly sat down beside them about ten after nine. She and the Sheriff exchanged looks and the lawyer shook her head in the negative. Brenda's heart sunk into her shoes. 'What the hell went wrong' she moaned to herself. The second case lawyers were gathering up their belongings when the clerk read out their case number. Susan got up, gave her client a nod and started toward the defense table. Heather followed on rubbery legs. When they were in position standing behind the table the clerk announced the case number again followed by "State of Wyoming versus Heather Logan. The charge is grand larceny in the theft of an automobile. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty your honor" Susan answered without hesitation. On the bench Amanda Mitchell looked down her nose through her reading glasses at the warrant in front of her. She raised her eyes and looked at the lawyer who had been a fixture at the prosecution table since court convened. The slightly built balding man, who looked to be in his late forties, was shuffling the papers in front of him.

"Who represents the State of Wyoming in this matter?" the judge asked. The weasel-y looking prosecutor rose to his feet and responded;

"I do your honor. The State of Wyoming seeks to have missus Logan returned to their jurisdiction to face the charges;" and then he sat down, moving papers again.

"And your defense counselor" the judge directed her question at Susan. Missus Connelly rose and straightened her jacket. She wasn't expecting to have to argue this case without the document proving the car had been returned.

"Your honor the automobile in question is the family car and as such missus Logan has a right to use it as the spouse of the registered owner" Susan knew it was an incredibly weak and not well legally founded argument, but she didn't have much to work with.

"Let me see if I have this right" Judge Mitchell said looking over the top of her glasses; "the theft charge is being brought by a husband against his wife?"

"That's correct your honor" Susan affirmed very much liking the judge's tone.

"What do you have to say about this mister Petri" the judge directed her question to the prosecutor.

"The complainant contends that he was deprived of the use of his vehicle without prior consent and without notice of where it was being taken or when it would be returned your honor" the prosecutor resumed his seat without looking in the direction of the defense table. Brenda was watching the slight little man and noted that the prosecutor had barely looked at Heather the whole time 'he must be gay' she decided.

"You took the car without telling him where you were going or how long you were gonna be?" This time the question was directed at Heather. The frightened and near tears woman was starting to nod her head; Susan whispered in her ear "stand up and answer." The redhead got up unsteadily and said

"No your honor, I didn't tell him" it came out as a pitiful sob. Now she was full blown crying as she stood there looking down.

"That was a big mistake" the judge said almost apologetically. "Do you have anything else that will help me here missus Connelly?" Susan rose and put her hand on Heather's shoulder gently persuading her to sit,

"Your honor we have made an attempt to return the car but..." a noise at the rear of the court room distracted the embattled lawyer. She looked over her shoulder to see the PD office clerk scurrying up the aisle.

"Begging the court's pardon your honor but I have information material to this case" the pimply faced young man said as he handed the faxed sheet to Susan. The overwhelming sense of relief took her breath away for a moment.

"As I was saying your honor we have made an attempt to return the vehicle to mister Logan. The document just delivered by my clerk is a facsimile of a receipt signed by Hank Logan of Rawlins Wyoming acknowledging receipt of the vehicle in good condition."

"Approach" the judge commanded sounding relieved. Susan handed up the fax to the stern looking woman. After thoroughly scanning the paper she looked at Susan and said "I need the original by tomorrow morning." Turning her attention to the prosecutor she asked; "do you have anything to say counselor?" Rising the attorney replied

"Well there's still the matter of loss of use for the past several days and..."

"Oh come on Larry! What do you want her to do pay a rental charge? Take it to civil court. Case dismissed." In true judicial tradition she punctuated her final remark by a resounding crack of her gavel. "And we're in recess for twenty minutes" she announced heading for her chambers.

It all happened so fast Heather wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. She looked up at her smiling attorney with questioning eyes. Susan nodded as she gathered her papers. Heather was rising when Caitlin seemingly came out of nowhere and wrapped her arms around her mother kissing and hugging her. Brenda Carlyle was a step or two behind. The tears of relief flowed freely as the Logan women continued their embrace. Still holding her daughter she extended her hand to Susan and said "thank you so much". The lawyer did not make eye contact with the first woman she'd ever had a sexual encounter with but accepted her handshake. Inserting the papers she'd collected in her brief case she said

"Maybe I should be thanking you." She met Heather's gaze just for a moment as she turned to leave and said "good luck" before hustling out of the court room. Turning to the Sheriff while still clutching her daughter with her left arm she extended her hand again "Thank you. Without your help I think I'd be on my way back to Wyoming in a paddy wagon about now."

"Thank Caitlin, she's a very persuasive young lady" Brenda countered smiling at the teenager who smiled back through her joyful tears. Heather felt like she'd missed something but didn't feel like now was the time to pursue it.

"Can we go now?" missus Logan said hugging Caitie tighter again. She was anxious to be out of this stressful place.

"Absolutely!" the Sheriff agreed "You're a free woman." It sounded so good and meant so much more than the cop would ever know.

They stopped for an early light lunch; Sheriff Carlyle's treat. She even ordered a half bottle of champagne. They discussed Heather's decision to walkout on her husband and the new life she was planning to make for herself and Caitlin. Brenda was attentive and helpful, offering her advice and experience when appropriate. What missus Logan found puzzling was the interaction between her daughter and the cop. They seemed familiar, comfortable, like old friends; it seemed odd to the busty redhead. She took it mostly in stride; deciding to quiz Caitie on it later.

In the Lexus on the way back Heather asked if there was a hotel or motel in town. "Nonsense" Brenda challenged "I'm sure Peggy and Abbey will be more than happy to put you up; and if they don't I will."

"I just feel bad you've all done so much for us already. Now I've got to figure out how to get to Sacramento without a car."

"That's no problem at all. There's a whistle stop bus comes through 'the Gulch' every Friday."

"That's tomorrow!" Heather rejoiced. Brenda had to think for a second;

"Ya yer right. Anyway it's kinda slow; stops at every post but it's cheap ... sponsored by the casinos don't ya know. It'll take ya right inta Reno. From there ya can go wherever ya want." Missus Logan's heart was soaring 'I'm free and in less than twenty-four hours I can put this self-inflicted fiasco behind me ... well most of it; the bad part.'

They pulled up in front of the cactus farmer's bungalow at three. Peggy was out front shaping a large cactus. She wiped the sweat from her brow and walked toward the front of the house where the shimmering gold sedan had come to a stop. Caitie bolted from the car and threw herself at the sweaty woman; wrapping her arms and legs around the sturdy farmer; she was sobbing into her neck.

"Thank you ... thank you so much" she sobbed as the woman carried her back toward her mother. At the car the girl slid back down to the ground. Her mother was surprised to see the tears in her daughter's eyes and on her cheeks. Heather extended her hand toward her rescuer and said

"I don't know how I can ever repay you for all you've done." Peggy took her gloves off, stuffed them in the back pocket of her shorts and took the redhead's hand in both of hers.

"Believe me when I say it was my pleasure." She shot a sidelong glance at Caitie when she said it.

"Well you two have certainly formed a bond in the short time I've been gone" Caitie's mother observed.

"That's a very special girl you have there" the busty farmer returned.

"I'll second that; but I gotta get back to the office" Sheriff Carlyle interjected. Heather shook the cops hand and thanked her again. Fueling the redhead's intrigue the Sheriff and Caitie exchanged winks. "That bus normally pulls in about eleven. If ya wanna catch it don't be late, he don't hang around in 'the Gulch' for long." They all stood and watched the Lexus roll back down the driveway.

"You're leaving tomorrow?" Peggy deduced

"Ya, we need to get on our way. You've been too kind but we've imposed long enough" Heather explained.

"I understand; but Abbey's gonna be so disappointed that she missed you, she's out making deliveries and won't be back until tomorrow evening" Peggy informed them with sadness in her voice. Then brightening a little; "Oh well can't be helped, come on in and let me get you something to drink" Peggy invited as she started for the house.

"Peggy we don't need anything and we just had lunch. Don't let us take you away from your work." It was Caitlin who relieved the farmer from hosting duties.

"Ya we've interrupted and been under foot more than enough already. We'll just go in and repack; maybe take an afternoon nap." Heather added. "I pretty tired. I haven't been sleeping very well." The cryptic dream with the black robed mysterious people flashed through her mind.

"It's quite understandable with all the stress you've been under. If you don't mind I do have a lot of work to do, make yourselves at home. Caitie you know where pretty much everything is, just help yourself" Peggy agreed as she put her gloves back on. "I usually come in around six when Abbey's not home and start dinner; eat around seven if that's OK?"

"Sounds good, I can help with dinner" the older Logan offered.

"Me too!" the younger one chimed in. her mother looked at her with a theatrical expression of shock.

"You VOLUNTEERING to help with dinner; that's a first!" They went their separate ways laughing.

Inside the farm house Heather asked "our stuff's still in the spare bedroom?"

"Uh huh" the teenager confirmed following her mom down the hall. Inside the comfy large guest room the girl flopped carelessly on the bed. Heather glanced at her daughter as the respectable, but still short plaid skirt went flying. The teenager lay there with her juvenile cotton panties on open display. The older woman felt an intense pang between her legs and quickly turned away. 'That's your daughter; what the hell's the matter with you?' she felt the blush rising up her neck and her head was feeling hot, but not as hot as her pussy. Confusion and shame overwhelmed and squashed the feelings of euphoria she'd been experiencing since the verdict. Her suit case was nearly empty. Most of her clothes had been neatly stacked on the dresser when Abbey had gone through it to find an outfit for her court appearance. She started to reorganize and glanced in the mirror on top of the dresser. A jolt hit her womanhood that made her clench her thighs together. This angle was worse than looking down on the teenager splayed out on the bed. She was looking directly at her daughter's pelvic floor. The panties didn't appear to have a crotch gusset which caused the pubescent vulva to be embossed into the thin fabric. She wanted to, she knew she should look away and go back to her task but her eyes were riveted on the erotic sight. The heat rising up from between her legs was alarming.

"She's only fifteen ... she's female ... she's my daughter' her mind spun out of control searching for the fact that would dampen the arousal that was spreading through her like a wildfire. Even while she tried to deny the undeniable she knew it wasn't unprecedented. 'That feeling I got when I touched her boob applying the sun block ... and later in the bathroom ... seeing her naked for the first time in awhile... ' The unwanted and embarrassing sexual feelings she was having could not be defined back then. 'I had those fantasies ... the ones about making love with another woman, but I never thought it would ever happen. Then I got arrested and ... and... ' The memories of the strip search, of the coerced encounter with the Sheriff's clerk tumbled in her mind. 'You enjoyed it! You loved it!' the admissions made her head spin. Her old brain, her Rawlins housewife and mother, upstanding straight citizen mind fought back. 'I had no choice, I was a prisoner' she defended. 'That doesn't alter the fact ... and what about Susan Connelly?' her conscience couldn't excuse that one; not even by factoring in the legitimate motive. There was simply no way to escape it she was no longer just bi-curious. 'But my own daughter' she shuddered.

"Mom, are you OK?" Caitlin's voice cut through the mind twisting sexual fog. She realized that she had been standing there holding the same article of clothing for quite awhile.

"Uh, ya honey I'm fine" she lied as her eyes took in her daughter's reclining form again and tingling reasserted itself. Tearing her eyes away she returned to her repacking task. "You seem to have quite a; relationship with the Sheriff" the girl felt a warm glow spread through her.

"Yeah she really went out of her way to help and I was, um, uh, grateful." Something about the way the teen said it or the inflection in her voice made the busty redhead's pussy twitch again. 'Now that's crazy' she admonished herself; but the degenerate thought persisted.

"After the hearing she said I should thank you; said you were very persuasive, what did she mean by that?" she asked, continuing to refold her clothes. It was Caitie's turn to get the warm flush as the events of the past three days cascaded. 'What can I say? What should I say?' she puzzled looking at her mother's reflection in the mirror, the neckline of the sundress drooping as she leaned forward. 'That's where it all started' she rationalized 'the boobs ... mom's boobs. They started turning me on months ago. Would Peggy have been able to ... to ... if I it hadn't been for my fascination for other women's breasts? And it all started with mom's'.

Her daughter's continuing delay in responding to what was a seemingly simple question made the repacking woman turn toward the bed. Caitie's eyes automatically went to where her thoughts had been. The full bodice of her mother's green sundress filled her vision. She imagined she could see the stiff pegs poking out on top of the magnificent mounds. It was of course just the sloppy sewing of the darts but it didn't matter it was Caitlin's reality. Against her will she was wondering how they felt. Were they like Peggy's, or maybe more like Brenda's the lewd thoughts were creating that crampy feeling way down, down below her tummy. That's when she realized the display she was putting on for her mom. The sensations rising from her girlhood caused her eyes to flit down there just for an instant, and then back to her mother's face. 'She's looking at my coochie!' The thought made her clit start to pound. As if to support or maybe augment the feeling her eyes tracked back to her mother's bust.

Heather's eyes went back to the reposed girl's face. 'Was that a smirk? Did she catch me looking at her crotch?' There was some twinge of shame but it was very faint now; almost completely overwhelmed by her arousal. She sensed the focus of her daughter's eyes. It was the look she'd seen in so many men's eyes for the last twenty years or more. The look she'd gotten from the woman in the grocery store but never acknowledged or expected from another woman; certainly not her own daughter.

Caitlin wasn't wrong. Her mother's nipples were standing up achy and tender although in reality she couldn't actually see them. When Heather realized where her daughter's gaze was focused her nipples began to tingle that insistent way. Nearly a minute had passed so the older woman rephrased the question; "why did she say you were very persuasive honey?" Caitlin concluded she wasn't getting out of answering

"The Sheriff, like really wanted to help but, like she uh, needed uh, some you know uh, encouragement"

"What do you mean; encouragement?" Heather wanted clarification of the ambiguous answer. 'No easy way out Caitie. You're gonna have to tell her something. I could lie and say I cut her grass ... oops they don't have any grass around here.'

"Well, uh, missus Carlyle uh, I mean Sheriff Carlyle; she likes to uh, um, be with young women." 'Good job Caitie' she congratulated herself. 'It wasn't a lie but it was still vague enough that ... uh-oh' her mother's face had gone pale, she'd pivoted and literally dropped her butt on the bed; bouncing a couple of times.

"Caitlin did you sleep wi ... uh, make lu ... um, have sex with the, Sheriff" Heather couldn't figure out what to call it; it really didn't matter it all came to the same thing.

"Mom it wasn't like that. It was, uh like..."

"You did; didn't you?" Heather was facing her daughter who was now sitting up straight with her legs crossed Indian style. There was no need for a verbal reply the teenager's expression answered the question. "Oh my God Caitie how did you know, uh, what to do, I mean you went to her and, and..."

"It was Peggy's idea; but don't blame her she was right. It worked didn't it. You're free, you're out of jail, and we can go to California like you wanted. I did it for you; no, no, that's wrong for us. I did it for us." The teenager was starting to tear up now, afraid she'd disappointed or shamed her mother.

"No, no sweetie it's OK. I appreciate what you did." Heather boosted herself higher on the bed so she could put her arm around her teary eyed child. "I wasn't being judgmental I just wish ... Anyway how did you know, uh, what to do, how to uh, I don't know, get her attention?" it wasn't a deliberate trick on Heather's part she was only trying to understand; come to grips with what had happened. It was the way the conversation unfolded that made the teenager drop her guard.

"Peggy showed me. Peggy and her partner Abbey, you haven't met her, they showed me everything." The revelation hit her mother like a blast from a garden hose. A shudder went through her and to her shock settled between her legs. Her aroused womanhood had simmered down somewhat before that. Now it was back on ready status like when she'd been gazing at the girl's panty covered cookie.

"You uh, did you..." her voice trailed off

"They had to show me what to do and help me uh, you know like..." The teenager was having trouble deciphering the look on her mother's face. She looked stressed, maybe upset, but there was something else there. "It's OK mom, it didn't hurt me, nobody hurt me. In fact it was; fun." She finished the statement with the tiniest of giggles. Her mother still had her arm around her shoulder and Caitie could feel the fullness of the left breast molding itself on her right arm. She had the urge to see those spectacular breasts again, now that she had something to compare them to; other than her own immature though quite ripe bosom.

Her daughter had just told her she had enjoyed sex with, as far as she could tell, at least three older women-ENJOYED IT. Heather's coochie was beginning to pound. 'What are you thinking? For God's sake she's your daughter!' mentally she could try to deny it; physiologically she was already a gonner.

"Did you know I used to peep at you, uh, back home, uh, like when you were getting out of the shower?" An intense wave of heat washed over the older woman as she tried to comprehend the words. "That's when I started, uh playing with myself; after I peeked at you, uh, you know uh, naked." Caitie had forced herself up to her knees and was gently stroking her mother's bare shoulders from behind. "I always thought you had beautiful breasts. I was hoping mine were gonna look like that some day." The girl had started to pull the straps of her mother's sundress down. Heather found herself looking in the mirror over the dresser, watching the teenager lower the top of her dress. "Can I look and them now? Would you mind?" the supportive bra top of the dress was slowly peeling down revealing more and more of her impressive tits. Her nipple felt inches long and exquisitely tender. It felt as though they were growing, reaching out like antennae, searching for stimulation and growing more sensitive with each passing second.

The image in the mirror was surreal. Part of her didn't believe she was here with her daughter stripping her. She let her consciousness stay there, in that safe place, but her body was responding to the erotic feelings and visions of the here and now. The cups flipped inside out when they passed the cross seam and her breasts were fully exposed. Her areolas looked pretty normal to her, maybe a little darker than their normal shade, which was quite pale. But the nipples, the long cylindrical nubs that stood out were deep, deep pink. Heather was surprised how dark they were. They were also tingling like never before and it was a struggle to resist covering them with her hands.

She met her daughter's eyes in the mirror for just an instant. Those bright green windows to the girl's soul were smiling with a fire she'd never seen there before. In that instant Caitie knew that her mother was ready. "Yours are the best mom. I've looked at them so many times and, and I've always wanted to touch them." The girl shifted her eyes from the magnificent boobs back to her mother's face reflected in the mirror one more time. Missus Logan was not looking in the mirror at this point. Her gaze was directed down at her chest, watching the tiny teenaged hands hovering inches away. "Can I, can I touch them?" the reply came quite quickly and breathlessly

"yessss!" Heather felt as if all the air she had was expended to utter the single word of permission. The small soft hands descend onto the outer slopes first. On contact both Logan women moaned in harmony. Caitie preferred the view in the dresser mirror six feet away while her mother seemed to favor the direct view. The tingle in her distended nipples was turning to a burn and the hot liquid feeling between her legs felt as though it was bubbling. The hands, the ones she used to wash and clip the finger nails, apply band aids to and sometimes slap were tantalizing the resilient flesh; digging in just ever so slightly as they explored the satin firm surface.

Caitie's pussy had gone into a spasmodic mode. It clenched and released sending waves of pleasure that completely filled her. She had wanted to caress her mother's breasts for so long and had essentially given it up as something that would never happen. Pressing her fingers into the plump mound was more thrilling even than she'd imagined. She continued to run her hands down the outsides and underneath pressing into the warm firmness while she watched her own actions in the mirror.

It became too much. Heather's boobs had gone from tingle, to burn, to ache, though under the ache the tingle and burn were still there, just overlaid with the next level. She grabbed her daughter's hands a clutched them in, pressing her hands along with the teenagers hard into the yielding orbs. A giant wave that was equal parts relief and intense erotic pleasure washed over her and she groaned deeply.

"Too gentle?" the kneeling girl asked. Her face was in her mother's red and gold wavy hair, her lips a fraction of an inch from the sensitive ear. Heather could feel the rapid breath through her hair, on her ear while she continued to clutch the tantalizing hands tight to her chest. "Do you want me to play with your nipples? That feels soooo gooood" it came out sounding like a moan whispered so sweetly. As if in answer Heather released the pressure she'd been exerting and allowed the tiny exploring hands freedom to move again. It wasn't permission it was just that she'd quenched the unbearable tension she'd been feeling. Caitie was amazed at how hard the red pegs were when she bumped her fingers over them.

Stereo electric rockets shot from her breast tips directly to her twitching clit which responded by throbbing intensely. The guttural sound mom made thrilled her daughter's pussy almost as much as the nipple tweaking was thrilling her mom's. "Peggy likes hers pinched really hard. Do you like that? Do you like to have them squeezed and bitten?"

"Nooooo" Heather made her wishes clear before the girl could act on the idea. As far as she was concerned the caps on her tits were far too sensitive to be handled roughly. She'd never done it and the idea almost scared her. The vision of her teenaged daughter playing with, biting the cactus farmer's tits caused a cramp deep inside her vagina.

Caitie's mouth was right on the back of her ear trumpet now, and when she spoke the older woman could feel the heat and humidity of her daughter's breath and occasionally the contact of the wet teenaged tongue. It was a much milder erotic sensation than the one that was flowing out of her breasts, but the tingly feeling danced on top of the massive pleasure cables like a feather duster.

"Lick ... lick your fingers ... wet them..." her mom moaned feeling her nips getting raw. Caitie complied by applying a big blob of saliva to each hand and smearing it on the jutting pegs.

"Would you like me to lick them; suck them?" her daughter asked using her breathy ear licking technique. Her mother's grunt sounded like an affirmative so the nimble teenager swung around the over excited redhead, and in an athletic move reminiscent of a fifteen year old gymnast, she stationed her self on the floor in front of the topless woman. She began to caress the outer plumpness of the right breast and latched on to the nipple applying suction while simultaneously stroking and rolling it with her tongue. The oral stimulation was a thrilling and welcome change for the woman with the burning nipples.

With her head back and eyes closed Heather was briefly transported back in time; about fourteen and a half years. The same lips and mouth were latched to her breast extracting the essential life sustaining fluid flowing freely from her engorged nipple. Caitie's suckling as a baby had sexually aroused her back then. Even though she'd been told by experts and read in the magazines that it was not unusual, it had still embarrassed her at the time. Much as she'd wanted to she had never touched herself while her baby fed. Afterward she would resist the urge if she could; sometimes she recalled the sexual excitement was just too strong and she had to relieve it with her fingers. The recollection was fleeting and her needs at the moment were urgent. She flipped the skirt of her sundress out of the way and applied both hands to her yearning vulva through the delicate lemon yellow lace of her panties.

Caitlin was aware of her mother's activity. As a matter of fact, the older woman's self pleasuring hands were brushing in a tantalizing way against the front of the white cotton blouse. The girl sat back on her heels and unfastened the cuff buttons. Her mother watched through hooded eyes as her child performed the deft maneuver of stripping her still buttoned top over her head, and in a sort of 'follow through' motion sent it sailing across the room. The tiny saliva coated hands with practiced dexterity twisted up behind her back and released the hook on her undersized cotton bra, then shrugged it off. Heather shamelessly examined the adolescent mounds with old feelings but new intensions. Her self-pleasuring hands were drawn to the firm little oranges with their plump pink caps. Squeezing and testing the resilience of the teenaged flesh while Caitlin resumed her oral tribute to their older, larger counterparts.

Her mother cupping her breasts, caressing and stroking, stoked the fires that blazed out of control in her pubescent pelvis. Heather was enjoying the feel of the pert little handfuls and the way their developing tip scrapped against her palms and seemed to amplify her own need. Abandoning her daughter's left breast she resumed stroking her mons trough the saturated yellow lace. With jolts of ecstasy flowing from her right tit to her overheated coochie, Caitie spied her mother's hand making tight little circles at the top of her womanhood. Recalling her experience with the Sheriff, she gave her mom's nipple a summary lick and said "would you like me to help you with that?" All eyes were on the busty redhead's steadily rotating hand.

This was a dramatic escalation; in the young mother's mind at least. Playing with each other's tits was bad enough but genital contact; that was ... inexcusable. "Oh honey ... oh baby, maybe you shouldn't..." her deterring remark was truncated by the girl gripping the lacey panties and pulling firmly down. Heather was shocked and ashamed of herself for raising her hips to facilitate. The mixed messages were of no consequence to the kneeling girl, who was intent on revisiting the flesh that had surrounded her when she'd come into this world. The soggy, sexy underpants were around the older woman's ankles a second later and being threaded over her tiny feet.

Some part of her still wanted to resist; was telling her to close her legs and push the teenager away, but that part of her mind seemed to have no authority whatever when it came to muscle commands. In fact there were very few muscle commands being sent. Her thighs did not even present token resistance when her daughter's hands spread them. She did not pull away or in anyway impede the girl when the adolescent hands slid under her butt and pulled her pelvis forward. That surreal out of body feeling was back looking down at the top of her daughter's head, and within the same field of vision seeing her split vulva presenting its squishy folds with the pearly jelly bean projecting out of the center of it all. Very briefly the memory of the cold steel table in the Oyster Gulch Sheriffs office intruded; of being in a very similar position with a complete stranger descending on her super-aroused pussy. Inexplicably there was comfort in the familiar loving and loved face of her daughter now approaching her hair trigger clit.

Caitie was fascinated by the large pleasure center that presented itself so unabashedly. She was by no means an expert but she'd seen more than a couple of aroused vulvas and she hadn't seen a clitoris this blatantly anxious for gratification until now. Instinctively she knew this was going to be short and sweet. In a vain attempt to prolong the experience she applied her tongue to the slippery spongy folds below the turgid organ, being careful not to touch it. Tasting her mother's sweet nectar and feeling the spongy folds of the long inner labia caress her tongue made her forget her mission. It probably wouldn't have mattered had she been able to restrain herself. The woman in the yellow sundress, which was now crumpled uselessly around her slender middle, was simply too far gone. When her mother's hips thrust violently toward her, Caitlin knew what it meant. She opened wide to receive the firm jelly bean standing out from the pulsating vulva and sucked it. The rush of heat and intense pleasure that exploded in Heather's pelvis and head simultaneously forced a scream of pure delight. The intense rush was followed immediately by waves of heat and electricity that made all of the muscles that had been apparently paralyzed a few moments ago twitch and shake. With her arms hooked around her mother's thighs Caitie was able to hold the heaving pelvis and its mushy treasure firmly against her face in spite of the violent motion. Caitie licked the pink fleshy folds clean as Heather's spasms subsided to twitches. She was still lapping like a kitten on a saucer of cream when her mom reached down and gripped her under the arm pits.

It would only occur to the girl later how much strength it took to haul her from her kneeling position back up onto the bed. Back on equal footing, so to speak, they embraced. Naked tits mashed together, mouths and lips and tongues engaged, legs entwined, and they rolled until Heather was on top. The kiss was so forceful that their teeth clanked, but neither cared. Heather was so enthralled in her post orgasmic euphoria that she wanted nothing in this world but to express the depth of love she felt for her daughter. The love that had been as deep as it could be, but had just acquired a whole new dimension.

In her all excluding concentration on her mother's genitals she had lost track of her own needy girlhood. The loving sucking tongue play made her heart swell with her deepest most profound love. That head spinning feeling was immediately joined by urgent pulses from her girlhood reasserting itself. Wrapping her slender pubescent thighs around one of her mom's she began to hump and grind her need against it. Feeling her daughter's hot fleshy mons rubbing on her thigh through the wet cotton panties sent a new wave of heat through her. It wasn't quick or easy to disentangle herself from the clinging teenager, but once it was accomplished Heather wasted no time in pursuing her goal. From the floor beside the bed she reached under the plaid woolen skirt and yanked at the white cotton underpants. The cheap panty's seams split and tore and the undergarment disintegrated under the force. Tossing the shredded piece of material aside, with equal violence, her mother yanked the adolescent hips to the edge of the bed and attacked her daughter's streaming vulva like a woman possessed. 'Oh fuck' Caitlin thought, it's like Sheriff Carlyle all over again, but it wasn't.

At first it was like Brenda's frenzied assault but that only lasted a few seconds. Heather started off by rapidly shaking her head from sided to side like a dog with a kitten in its mouth. Then she settled onto a more paced stimulation of the teen's girlhood. In fact she was going ever slower. The initial violence was thrilling but the long slow caresses of the relaxed tongue were different than any technique she'd experienced so far. It was a loving gentle stroking, extremely erotic but at the same time comforting and soothing. It wasn't the intense rush toward orgasm her previous lover's had provided it was a sailing sensation on a cloud of bliss.

Her mother's activity became so slow and light that Caitie was starting to think the woman between her legs might be falling asleep. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at the tangle of red and gold waves between her thighs. Heather raised her head and said "We've changed honey. This place has changed us forever, you know that; don't you?" Looking into her mother's deep green eyes she nodded. Both could feel the love flowing back and forth in a palpable stream. The kneeling woman was running her hands up and down the tops of her thighs and over her tummy. It was without question a sexual touch but it was so much more.

"So you used to peek at me did you?" her mother asked and Caitlin confirmed with another nod. Her mother's hands were spending more time on her tummy and brushing lightly on the strawberry blonde curls just above her crease. "And it turned you on?"

"Mmm-humm" the girl nodded recalling her masturbation sessions that inevitably followed her voyeurism.

"What did you like the best; what really got you going?" At first Caitie was surprised and taken a back at the sex play somehow turning into a mother daughter chat; albeit a very unusually erotic one. But she was starting to realize that, at some point during their physical loving her thinking brain had shut down. She was fueled by physical sensations alone. This; this intermission, re-engaged her mind. She began to really think about what had happened, how it started, how she felt and her mind became the most effective sex organ imaginable. 'I've never really thought about it. Not in detail, not exploring the what and the why ... that's what she's trying to get me to do.' She was tempted to close her eyes to enhance the images in her memory but she didn't. She continued to look into her mother's eyes as she searched never before explored recesses of her own mind.

"Your boobies; especially your nips" the girl answered

"You mean these?" her mother raised herself up so Caitlin could see her phenomenal bust. Heather's hands gently caressed the underside of her breasts lifting substantial weight and allowed her thumbs to re-stimulate the somewhat deflated pegs. Deep; really, really deep rumblings started in her core as she displayed her aroused nipples to her daughter. "What did you think about when you looked at them?" Heather asked, taking her left hand off her tit long enough to take hold of her daughter's wrist and draw the tiny pubescent hand down to the curly strawberry colored nest. Caitie understood and began to let her fingers gently play over her inflamed vulva.

"I thought about what it would be like to touch them and feel them" her voice was breathless and her fingers separated her slippery folds exposing her throbbing clit. 'She's making me think; making me live my fantasy' she realized and no longer had any inclination to close her eyes. 'That's the whole point to mesh my fantasy with reality.' Her mother was gently pinching and rolling the red nubs projecting from her large areolas pulling them out until they achieved their full and incredible length. As long as the first joint of her thumb they fueled the gnawing sensation in her pelvis. Missus Logan leaned forward and wiped the turgid tip of her breast through the prone girl's slippery folds and rubbed it on the adolescent love button that her daughter's prying fingers were exposing. As if the direct manipulation of her pleasure center wasn't enough the concept of what was providing the stimulation hammered through her erotic reminiscence and caused her simmering pussy to boil.

The hot sloppy wetness felt wonderful on her slightly irritated nip like a salve. She continued to stroke the long peg up and down her daughter's crease. The projecting nipple separated the soft spongy folds and she felt the edges of the girl's inner labia lick the wide areola. It was like the gentle mouthing-tonguing that she loved so much; but better. Switching breasts, she repeated the process, evening herself up. The thick pussy juice was like a balm on her slightly irritated nips. The gnawing sensation in her pelvis felt like something trying to get out. For the recumbent girl the gentle stroking felt wonderful and the intermittent collisions with her exposed clit thrilled, but the concept ... the idea of what was sliding up and down her swollen pussy lips was a mental turn-on.

Caitie finally had to trade the visual for the physical. She lay back down so she could cup and squeeze her own mounds. Tickling the little bumps at the center of her exceptionally pale areola she wondered if those tiny buttons would ever turn into long thick pegs like her mother had. As wonderful as it felt, it was never going to be enough. The gnawing in Heather's lower abdomen was turning to an urgent need. Thrusting her hand between her legs she rolled her aching clit under her finger tip and reapplied her mouth to the juicy teenaged snatch that beckoned so enticingly.

It was like a fighter pilot cruising along at tree top level and then suddenly pulling all the way back on the stick sending the plane, her senses, into a vertical climb like a rocket. The teenager went from languid floating pleasure through the sound barrier into the magnificent exploding psychedelic light show so fast she couldn't even grasp what was happening. She was making little squeaking noises in time with the bucking of her hips.

Heather felt the climax overtake her daughter and it caused her own orgasm to come pouring out. It wasn't an explosion or an electric thrill; just deep warm gushing feeling like all the tension and cares she'd ever had being flushed away by a warm wave.

Climbing back onto the bed she managed to get their bodies properly oriented and pulled the thin coverlet over them. Entwined in the loving embrace they slept with a peace neither of them had ever imagined.

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The gentle tapping roused them. Heather was first to associate the sound with the door and a need to acknowledge; "Uh-huh, yes" she called out from the deep pit her mind was trying to climb out of.

"I have some dinner ready if you're interested. I'm awfully sorry to wake you. I didn't realize you were so sound asleep." Peggy's voice through the door sounded genuinely regretful.

"No ... no it's OK." Heather responded trying to clear her head and get the digital clock in focus. It was after seven. She wasn't sure how long they'd made love but thought they must have been sleeping like babies for something like two hours. "We'll; we'll be right there" she assured her host inhaling the fresh scent of her daughter's hair which was now tickling her nose.

Caitlin stirred and stretched. Her mother disengaged from the waking girl and got to her feet. "Come on sleepy head let's not keep our patient host waiting any longer." She grabbed a T shirt from the stack she'd been refolding and a pair of shorts from the suitcase on the floor. She thought about panties but just dismissed the idea and stepped into the shorts. Caitlin had managed to get herself propped up on her elbow and looked completely dazed. Heather stepped to the side of the bed, kissed her daughter on the top of her head and simultaneously gave her a firm playful tap on the butt "Let's go" she entreated as she turned for the door.

The redhead detoured via the bathroom to clean as much of the dried pussy juice (hers and her daughter's) off as possible. 'Gotta take a shower before bed' she decided then headed to the kitchen. "I'm so sorry I promised to help..." she apologized when she entered.

"Oh never mind" Peggy smiled dismissively "there really wasn't much to do. Abbey, she's the cook in this relationship, makes up these large quantities of chicken salad and stuff. Then I just pull it out and serve it up on tortillas with some nachos. I hope that's OK?"

"Sounds wonderful" and it did. Heather was realizing how hungry she was looking at the simple meal attractively laid out on the table.

While they ate the Logan women gave their host the Reader's Digest version of the court hearing. Later in the comfy living room that now had major significance in the teenager's sexual development, they discussed Heather's plans and hopes. Margaret was dying to ask Caitlin how things had gone with Brenda Carlyle but she contented herself with the concept that 'alls well that ends well.' Heather and Caitie cuddled on the couch while Peggy sat in the side chair. The love that seemed to radiate from the Logan women warmed the cactus farmer's heart. The way they cuddled and touched gave the impression to their short haired busty host that there was more to this relationship than met the eye.

The sun was down and the two older women chatted quietly in the dimly lit room. Caitlin drifted off with her head on her mother's shoulder. "I better get sleeping beauty here to bed. We've got a long day ahead tomorrow; and I don't think either of us has been sleeping very soundly these last few nights." Carrying the teenager to the bedroom Heather was nearly overcome with love and admiration for her child.

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After packing up and showering the next morning there was sadness in the air as the bags were loaded into the pick-up for the last time. In the parking area behind the town's lone saloon they were waiting in the meager disappearing shade of the building at a quarter to eleven when the Oyster Gulch patrol car pulled up. Against reason Heather's stomach went into a knot as Deputy Duggan got out and approached. She was much prettier than the redhead remembered and the fact that she was smiling helped. "I couldn't let ya get away without sayin' good bye" the officer said extending her hand. "No hard feelings" she added hopefully. The redhead shook the proffered hand and the long slender fingers caused an unusual but pleasant feeling in her butt.

"I know you were just doing your job." Their eyes met and they were both smiling a little more broadly when the gold Lexus pulled up. Sheriff Carlyle looking like she'd stepped out of a senior fashion magazine in a black flowing top and a black and white hound's tooth skirt strode confidently toward the growing congregation.

"Couldn't let you two leave our picturesque little community without a farewell" the top cop said with her eyes on Caitlin.

"I can't thank you enough Sheriff" Heather returned offering her hand.

"I assure you it was my pleasure" the woman in the black top with the floppy neck that almost looked like a hood said meaningfully never taking her eyes off the teenager. Caitie smiled and blushed just a little returning the steady gaze.

They all looked toward the roar of the powerful diesel engine as the Amtrak bus pulled into the mostly deserted parking lot and rolled diagonally across the smoldering asphalt, ignoring the white lines designating the parking stalls. The voice from behind made her turn and Heather saw the multiply pierced face of Emily Perkins in a black peasant dress befitting the rest of her Goth appearance.

"On my way to get some breakfast; just thought I'd stop by and see you off; wish you the best." As she shook the black haired woman's hand she noticed there was a silver ring on every finger and the image of the one attached to the deputy's clit flashed into her mind just for a second, but it was long enough to cause her own love button to twitch.

"Thanks" missus Logan said as the sensation between her legs mercifully subsided.

"Shame we didn't have time to get to know each other better" 'Oh shit' Heather thought as the feeling repeated.

The hissing squeaking of the air brakes and the pneumatically powered door drew her attention. She was feeling strangely nostalgic with all the women who had played such a pivotal, if brief, role in her life assembled for the impromptu bon voyage. 'Just one missing' she was thinking when the plump brunette in the very rumpled looking sundress got off the bus. Their eyes met for a moment.

"I wouldn't want to do that again" Mary Ellen sighed as she dropped her knap sack and straightened her dress as best she could.

"Well I certainly appreciate it, if that's any help" the redhead told her. The driver had stowed the luggage and was lowering the big bay door. Heather and Caitlin followed the nervous looking man aboard. After a final wave from the doorway they settled into the comfy seats and looked out at the group assembled in their honor.

"Do ya think we'll ever see them again?" Caitlin asked with watery eyes.

"I don't know honey" her mother paused to reflect for a moment but not having a better answer repeated "I don't know."

The engine roared outside, while inside the air conditioned cabin they hardly noticed the muted sound as the coach began to roll. Caitie turned her head for one last look. She knew she'd be back; some day.