| I Kissed a Girl, Chapter 5 Rebecca was feeling very excited when she left Michelle in the kitchen and went back to her room to retrieve the stimulating DVD. What'll she do when she sees that kissing scene?' the question had been plaguing her since she'd come up with this plan early this morning. The scene Becky was so excited to show her friend was only about twenty minutes into the movie that ultimately ran an hour and forty-five or so. She wouldn't have to wait long once they got started. She slipped the disc into the player just as her neighbor entered from the kitchen carrying a big bowl of popped corn. Michelle set the bowl on the coffee table and took a handful before taking a seat at the end of the couch with her bare feet tucked up underneath her. Becky took some of the crunchy snack and sat more or less in the middle of the sofa. She also pulled her feet under her butt so that she was inclined slightly toward her girlfriend. Rebecca wasn't too obvious about it but she wasn't really watching the fifty-two inch plasma screen. Her head was facing the TV but her eyes were on Michelle. The younger girl seemed to be engrossed in the movie. The movie was fraught with sexual innuendos Becky noticed her neighbor squirming occasionally and thought that was a good sign. Michelle assumed her friend was watching the movie and she was pretending to do the same. Her eyes were on the screen but she kept Rebecca in her peripheral vision. Each time girlfriend leaned forward to take some popped corn or a drink of her soda the delightful pressure fluctuation between her legs made her squirm. The cause of the sensations in her girlhood was the movement of Becky's amazing conical tits under the thin nightshirt. The moment Rebecca had been waiting for was at hand the lead character, Kathryn, was sitting combing the character Cecile's hair on a blanket in an evidently crowded park. The Cecile character was telling Kathryn about the crush she had on her music teacher. Becky thought it was an interesting coincidence that the actress playing the lead character had the same name as the target of her lust—albeit her middle name. When the character Kathryn offered to show her girlfriend how to kiss Becky started to move in. The girls on the huge screen were at least three times life size and the director had chosen to make the shot of the kiss extremely tight. Sarah Michelle Gellar was very gently brushing the lower lip of her co-star when Rebecca shifted until her thigh was touching Michelle's. The younger girl was no longer feigning interest in the action on the screen she was genuinely captivated. The words of the song came into her head in the absence of any sound from the TV 'I kissed a girl and I liked it. Taste of her cherry ChapStick' She felt Becky's leg touch hers and it felt as hot as fire. The heat radiated up from the contact point and blossomed in her crotch. The Cecile character was saying 'that was nothing' after the light very sensual brushing of lips. The Kathryn character said 'OK let's try it again except this time I'm gonna put my tongue in your mouth ... and that's getting to first base.' "Have you ever wanted to try that ... kissing like that?" Rebecca asked and shifted even closer to her neighbor. On the humongous HD screen the two actresses' lips were an inch apart. In the gap their tongues slowly swirled and caressed each other. When Rebecca heard Michelle respond with a moan she moved in for the kill. Elizabeth worked her way through the boxes putting things on the shelves. She pretty much knew what was in each one and where she was going to put it. There wasn't a lot of thought required so her mind wandered. Each time it tried to go back to the cottage by the secluded lake her erogenous zones twitched so she reined it in and thought about something else. The memory was persistent and seemed to have tentacles connecting to everything. She was doing alright though; right up to the last box. By happenstance the box containing the photo albums was in reverse chronological order—the most recent at the top. It was like drifting back in time without even opening the volumes. Elizabeth allowed herself to enjoy the memories each of the covers sparked; memories of their vacation last year to the Catskills, the previous Christmas with all the friends and family going back further in time to Michelle's first tooth, her first steps, coming home from the hospital. She could feel her heart swelling in her chest looking at her baby daughter. 'She's certainly not a baby anymore, ' Beth thought sitting on the floor and opening one of the albums. There were pictures showing her in the bath with Michelle as a toddler. Harold had done a masterful job of making sure that the little girl's naked body blocked any view of Elizabeth's. She could almost feel the slippery softness of her daughter's creamy skin rubbing against her bare breasts. The swelling in her chest was becoming a warm feeling that was on the move; and the movement was decidedly downward. The glow descended to her lower belly like the New Years Eve ball in Times Square. When it reached her womanhood Beth closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her. Behind her closed eyes it wasn't three year old Michelle in the bathtub it was her fourteen year old daughter on her bed; pink bathing suit top up under her armpits and the bottoms down at her knees, one hand on her pussy and the other on her developing breast. The ball struck midnight and lit up her sex with an intense heat. Her hand automatically clutched her crotch to staunch the feeling. 'Fuck!' She cursed herself. She wasn't going to let her horniness overwhelm her; 'Remember!' but remembering, that was the whole problem. She opened her eyes, blinked several times, and then closed the album containing the twelve year old photos and put it in its place on the shelf. She did well for the next few minutes, checking the chronology of the picture collections and putting them in the appropriate place on the shelf. She was feeling stronger, able to control her urges. But there, in the bottom of the box were a bunch of pictures loose. The old style albums with the pressure sensitive pages had lost all their tackiness. Elizabeth recognized the last couple of books as hers—before she and Harold had met, much less married. She was sacking the individual photos thinking she'd have to go to the store and get new albums. The pictures of her college graduation, of her sixteenth birthday and of her and the puppy she'd gotten for her fifteenth brought back fond memories. The photograph of the cottage by the crystal clear lake almost made her jump. She told herself to put it aside with the others but she couldn't. The memory flooded in through the burst damn. It was the second day at the cottage, right after breakfast. She and Ginny were cleaning up as agreed; the moms prepared the meal and the daughters did the clean up. She heard her mother and aunt arguing. It wasn't nasty, just raised voices and accusations back and forth about who was supposed to bring it . Elizabeth never did figure out what it was only that they evidently couldn't do without. Her mother and Aunt Margaret had flipped a coin to see who would go into town and get it . The trip was not an appealing prospect. Because of the decrepit cart path that led to their secluded spot it took almost forty five minutes to get to the main road. It was another fifteen or so to the nearest town from there; a minimum of a two or two and a half hour round trip. Elizabeth's mom lost. Elizabeth recalled being relieved when her mom and aunt hugged and laughed before her mother drove off—crept off was more like it. She and Ginny were sitting on the deck facing the lake reading and waiting for the day to warm up enough to go for a swim. She was really getting into the junior romance novel and didn't notice when her cousin disappeared. Then she had to take a pee, but when she went to open the sliding doors they were locked, or stuck, or something. She went around the wrap-around deck to the side door but it was evidently locked too. She could have knocked—she should have knocked, but instead she went around peering in windows to try and catch her cousin's or her aunt's attention. She saw them in the bedroom naked . They were locked in a tight embrace kissing deeply. Elizabeth recalled her heart jumping into her throat and thinking she should run away but she couldn't move. Virginia slid down and lifted one of her mother's heavy breasts and started sucking on it. The sensation of needing to pee was replaced by a really hot feeling between her legs. She recalled clutching herself there as she watched. A moment later they were on the bed in that strange head to foot position that Ginny had introduced her to the night before; except it wasn't really head to foot, it was head to crotch. Sitting on the study floor Elizabeth dropped the photo of the cedar cottage and pressed firmly on her womanhood. It struck her just as fiercely now as it did then; mother and daughter performing oral sex on one another. Her hands were working the fasteners of her shorts and she recalled that day peeping in the bedroom window how she'd wet her pants. Maryann sat without turning the car on in the parking lot of Doctor Perez's office. Tomorrow at five she'd be back here; back to under go an examination. What was it the doctor had said... 'try to get here a little before so Vicki can get you ready.' What did that mean? Sitting in the driver's seat she shuddered. Vicki looked so much like Becky. 'Is that what's bothering me ... the fact that she looks so much like my daughter?' She fought the thought but she couldn't make it go away. She was wishing—hoping—that 'getting her ready' meant Vicki would do the kinds of things Bonnie had done to her. Her mind replayed that visit to Doctor Garcia's office again but this time the woman who lifted the paper examination drape exposing her naked body wasn't Bonnie it wasn't even Vicki ... it was Becky! The gnawing in her pelvis ramped up and there was only one thing to do. She started the car and headed for church. Becky kept her eyes open long enough to see Michelle close hers. In the movie the Kathryn character had specifically instructed Cecile to close. Rebecca didn't need to reprise that part of the show but that was all she missed. Ever so gently she took the younger girl's bottom lip between hers and sucked on it just a little. It wasn't cherry ChapStick but it was sweet nevertheless. Michelle's mouth opened more and Becky ran her tongue over her neighbor's teeth. She'd been dreaming of doing this for so long that now that it was actually happening it seemed surreal. Michelle's tongue met hers and she wondered if the fourteen year old would have thought of that without the instructive scene from the movie. They each felt the pressure building in their girlhoods and their tongues slowly explored. An impartial observer would have given them a nine out of ten for duplicating the movie scene; but theirs went on longer—much longer. Rebecca closed in a little more. She wondered if her girlfriend was feeling the same tingling in her breasts. 'Were her nipples all stiff and sticking out... ' The older girl's hand brushed the front of her partner's nightshirt and as soon as she located the plump little mound she cupped it. To her satisfaction and delight the center felt as hard as bone digging into her palm. They were much smaller than her own equally stiff nipples but somehow that made them even more appealing. Michelle felt the moan forced up from her core as the warmth of her girlfriend's hand set fire to her boobie. She took it as a license to explore the conical wonders that she'd been admiring since the first time she'd laid eyes on her friend skimming the pool. She was raising her hand toward the long admired tit when the sound of the front door opening and closing made them both jump backward. Michelle couldn't go far since she was pretty much pressed against the arm of the couch, but Becky propelled herself all the way to the other end. Showing amazing presence of mind the older girl switched from DVD to TV mode and a daytime 'soap' took over the screen. If Maryann hadn't been so overwrought herself she might have noticed the flushed nervous expression of the teenagers on the couch. Rebecca and Michelle were in no condition to evaluate the state missus Spencer was in either. "When I get the groceries put away would you girls like some lunch ... or have you filled yourself up on popped corn?" "I ... I think I'd better be going" Michelle replied hoping her voice didn't sound too shaky. "My ... my mom is getting embarrassed that I'm eating here all the time." Unsteadily she got up from the couch and went to her host's bedroom. Becky watched the round teenaged bum sway under the thin cotton and felt the twitch. She would have been shocked to know that her mother had an almost identical reaction. The difference was that Becky wondered how she could get back to the kissing game... 'I kissed a girl just to try it... ' Her mom was wondering if she needed to sit with her rosary or if she could get through this by the force of her own will alone. Becky was helping put the provisions away when Michelle dressed in her shorts and T shirt, overnight bag in hand poked her head into the kitchen. This time Maryann did notice the flush on the neighbor girl's face when she said, "Thanks for having me ... and for dinner and breakfast and ... and everything" Rebecca's mother put the nervous agitated manner down to shyness. "You're welcome anytime sweetheart" she responded. Maryann did not see the meaningful look that passed between the teenagers just before their visitor went out the door. Michelle crossed the side yard sure that she could still feel the heat of her friend's hand on her breast. She opened the back door to her house wondering if she could risk running up to her room and trying to relieve the pressure she was feeling between her legs after what happened the last time. She was weighing the pros and cons and wondering where her mother was when she heard the strange sound. There was no doubt it was a human voice—her mother's voice—it sounded like she was in pain. 'Oh my God she's fallen off a ladder or something and hurt herself!' The teenager bolted in the direction of the disturbing cry. She froze in the doorway of the study. Her mother was on the floor just as she'd feared but there was certainly no ladder in sight. In sight was her mother's virtually naked body. She was lying on the floor with her shorts and panties hanging from one knee. Her legs were bent and spread wide; her T shirt and bra pushed up under her armpits. Michelle's hands went immediately to her mouth to stifle the shriek that threatened to emerge. So many feelings, sensations as well as emotions rushed through her in the next few seconds that she thought for a moment that she was going to faint. Leaning on the doorframe to keep from falling she was mesmerized by the scene. Her mother's one hand was squeezing her firm round tit, tugging on the unbelievably long nipple, while the other was moving rapidly between her legs. Even if she hadn't been in the most sexually aroused state of her young life the eroticism of this scene would have undoubtedly excited her. At first she felt queasy, almost nauseous, but as her stomach did its flips and flops the sickly feeling began to morph. It turned to a low rumble that seemed to make her whole pelvis quake. Her lips and tongue were still tingling from Becky's kiss, and her boob was begging for her friend's hand to come back. She had to make do with her own. Squeezing her little muffin with the pebble hard center, she watched her mother's fingers as they spread the luxurious bush between her wide open thighs. The shocking pinkness of the crease that was revealed made the girl leaning on the doorpost groan. She no longer had the sense to try to avoid detection. She was completely captivated—lost in the carnal act she was witnessing. Behind Elizabeth's tightly closed eyes all she could see was her aunt and cousin tonguing each other's pussy; all she could hear were her own cries of pleasure. Her fingers separating the slippery folds were a tongue. The finger that collected her secretions and spread them gently on her throbbing clit was a tongue. The three fingers that began the rapid strumming were a tongue—but whose—Ginny's, Aunt Margaret's, her mother's, Maryann Spencer's? They all swirled in her mind like a vortex. Just before the momentous pressure was released; before the psychedelic lights flashed and her muscles all went tense, they resolved into one face—and it was Michelle's. She wailed as the rush of heat swamped her and the secondary wave of peace and bliss followed it. She was making little sounds, almost like humming as her senses returned. That's when she realized that there was another sound and it wasn't her. Her vision wasn't clear but when she turned her head toward the door she easily recognized her daughter standing there. Elizabeth felt no shame, no remorse at having been 'caught in the act'. She smiled at the teenager whose face was contorted with sexual tension. "I guess we're even now" the prone woman told her daughter when she had recovered enough to speak. Michelle said nothing but the look on her face said everything. Elizabeth got to her feet. The shorts and panties fell off of they're own accord. The T shirt and bra bunched up under her arms looked ridiculous, not to mention feeling uncomfortable. She managed to unhook and shed the assembly. Now she was naked. Her daughter hadn't moved—couldn't move. The doorframe was the only thing that kept her standing. Beth approached. There were many things she could have done and many others she could have said. What she did was fold her baby into her arms and envelop the teenager's mouth with hers. Michelle wasn't really all there. She saw her naked mother approach but it wasn't real. Her lips were still tingling from the delicate tongue play next door so when her mother's mouth closed over hers it felt like a continuation. She was floating. There was no ground under her she was simply suspended it space and time. How they wound up in the master bedroom would forever be a mystery. For Elizabeth there was an element of déjà vu in it; lifting the T shirt over Michelle's head just as she'd done so many times when she was a toddler. Now she had the additional obstacle of the training bra but she dealt with it smoothly and quickly. Pausing only a moment to admire her daughter's forming breasts, she knelt down and unfastened the cargo shorts. Once again it seemed a familiar exercise stripping the denim along with the pink cotton panties down to the teenager's feet. Raising her head she said, "Step out honey" and tapped on her daughter's calf to illustrate what she meant. For Michelle the world was still shimmering and unclear. Her kneeling mother tossed her lower clothing aside and slid her hands up the outsides of her thighs. Her cookie felt like it was in a vise and the pressure and churning in her lower abdomen that had been there in more and less intensity since yesterday was maxing out. She didn't know what was going to happen, she didn't even know what she wanted to happen, but she wanted it to happen soon. Beth caught the fragrance of Michelle's arousal. The heady familiar aroma relit the fire that she had so recently attempted to quench in the study. In fact she had quenched but not extinguished. It wasn't a push it was more a gentle nudge guiding the girl's hips onto the bed. She felt her legs being opened and spread wide. Warm breath—no, cool; some places it was warm almost hot and others it felt cooling. The difference was whether her flesh was wet or not. The juices from her girlhood were splashed randomly on her upper thighs. She lay back on the bed with no preconception of what was about to happen. Her mother drank in the intoxicating scent and sight. The pouting virginal crease that she'd glimpsed yesterday now opened between the light brown fuzz surrounding it. The damp little curls appeared nowhere else. It was as though the hair had been put there as a frame to highlight the bright pink fleshy folds. It had been a long time, a very long time, but for the kneeling woman the urge was stronger than ever. Gently, but not tentatively she sampled the sweet nectar. The first contact of the probing tongue sent a rocket of pleasure through the reclining teen that was so powerful she was sure that she wouldn't be able to stand another. Her hips lurched and if her mother hadn't been holding her down she might have bounced herself right off the bed. Strangely when her mom settled into licking her in earnest it was intense but mellower somehow. She was a drift on an ocean of pure delight the warm waves washed over her. Her hands automatically went to her forming breasts and squeezed the handfuls of firmness. The sharp little nipples bit into her palms. She wasn't ready for it and didn't know she needed to be; was there anyway to be ready for it the first time... probably not . It was an explosion; a rush of sensation so intense that just for an instant everything went black. Michelle later thought how glad she was that she hadn't passed out and missed the spectacular soaring feeling that came next. She could feel herself shuddering and shaking on her mother's bed but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Michelle was pretty sure she would have gotten cold then, if her mom hadn't climbed onto the bed and folded her into her arms. Their naked bodies molded together as one. Elizabeth held her shivering daughter until her tremors stopped. Their lips found each other's again. There were no words and somehow none were needed. The teenager could taste her own juices on her mother's face and decided they were delicious. Something hot and very wet was pressing on her thigh. Michelle moved her leg and her mother moaned into her mouth. She sort of understood what was happening and moved her leg some more. She felt the mature thighs wrap around her leg and knew that her mom was humping her thigh. Elizabeth pulled back a little and maneuvered until their pussies made contact. Michelle felt the pressure of the hot wetness against her own steaming girlhood. It felt so good. They began to rock back and forth. Her mother continued to move until they had each other in a scissor. Pussy ground against pussy. They felt their wetness mingling and their clits were occasionally mashed together. Beth took both of her daughter's hands in hers and used them for leverage to improve the force of their rocking. They were now almost at ninety degrees to one another. Their eyes met and the stereo grunts and groans were much more from pleasure than exertion. When she saw Michelle's head go back and saw her mouth open to emit a long wail she just let herself go. Their grinding simultaneous orgasm was not an explosion it was more like the total release of all tension. A good portion of their lower bodies was coated with the abundant secretions but neither cared. They cuddled together and dozed off. By the time the groceries were put away Rebecca had concluded that all was not right with her mother. "What's wrong mom?" she asked taking the direct approach. "Oh, it's just that I have to go back to the doctor again tomorrow and you remember that we were going—" "You have to go back! Why!" the teenager interrupted with considerable alarm. "Is anything wrong?" Maryann let the question settle in. The sarcastic answer just seemed mean 'Oh no ... there's nothing wrong I just enjoy wasting my time.' "The doctor thinks I need a check up ... I've been feeling ... uh, out of sorts lately" Maryann hoped the relatively vague response would be good enough. "My appointment's not until five so we can still go shopping for your school stuff in the morning like we planned." It was Becky's turn to imagine a sarcastic statement that she wasn't prepared to make. 'I'm sixteen years old I don't need my mommy to help me pick out clothes for school!' She didn't say it because she knew it would do no good. There was about as much chance of her being allowed to go shopping alone or with a girlfriend as there was of her being allowed to go on a date—not gonna happen. "You'd tell me if ... if there was something wrong ... wouldn't you?" Becky asked nervously. It was only six months since she'd unexpectedly lost her father and that wound was still open and fresh. Losing her mom was just about the most unthinkable thing on earth. "I would tell you if there was anything serious ... uh, anything to concern you " the older woman assured her worried daughter. Maryann started her dinner preparations and Rebecca went back to the TV. She wished she could turn the movie back on again—rewind it back to that kissing scene that she and her neighbor had made a valiant effort to duplicate. 'I kissed a girl and I liked it ... us girls we are so magical soft skin, red lips so kissable... ' Becky's lips tingled and she wished they hadn't been interrupted. 'What would have happened?' The possibilities made her head spin and her pussy twitch. From her position at the island in the center of the kitchen Maryann could see her daughter sitting on the couch. The more she looked the more the teenager's resemblance to Doctor Perez's nurse struck her. She shuddered and went back to dressing the chicken. Elizabeth didn't stay on the bed too long. Very carefully and gently untangling herself from her daughter she pulled a comforter from the blanket box at the foot of her bed and covered the sleeping beauty—planting a motherly kiss on the side of her head before heading for the shower. She was in the kitchen putting together a casserole for dinner when she heard Michelle get into the shower. With all the doors open the sound of the cascading water could be heard, if faintly, all the way to the front of the house. She was putting the potato and chicken mixture in the oven when the teenager entered wearing a terry towel robe and looking quite uncomfortable. The nervous embarrassed downcast eyes were the worst part of the whole thing. Michelle sat down at the kitchen table. Maryann pulled up a chair beside her; put her arm around her daughter. "There's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie," she whispered. Michelle looked up into her eyes with the trusting look of a child. "People who would say what we did is wrong don't understand love; or they have an uptight moralistic view of sex." They held each other's eyes and Elizabeth waited for her words to sink in. "Why is it wrong for us to make each other feel good?" she continued. "It's just another way of expressing love. For a very long time this society said that two women having a sexual relationship was wrong, now that barrier has been all but demolished." She stroked her daughter's hair and saw a glimmer of understanding. "What ... what about daddy?" the teenager asked. "Well I don't plan on telling him if that's what you mean; but then I don't plan on telling anybody, it's none of their business. I don't plan on hiding it either. Like I said, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Beth was pleased at how much Michelle's aspect had brightened. Standing up she kissed the teenager on top of the head. "If it bothers you we don't have to do it again. I'll leave that completely up to you." With that she returned to the counter and started to prepare a salad to go with dinner. Michelle got up and hugged her mom. There was nothing sexual about it. Then she headed for her room to dress for the evening. Maryann woke Rebecca just after nine the next morning with a knock on her door. "We need to get an early start honey, 'cause I have that appointment this afternoon." She'd been consciously avoiding thinking about her visit to Doctor Perez, and just mentioning it now started the churning feeling in her lower abdomen. 'You have to get this problem dealt with Maryann, ' she chided herself. 'I trust Doctor Perez. She's a pillar of the church. If she thinks this is the best way to begin dealing with my problem then it's probably right. Besides what other alternatives have you got?' The only other options she'd come up with were, to just ignore it and hope it went away, or to address it with Father O'Halleran. The pretend it's not happening strategy hadn't worked so far—as a matter of fact she was pretty sure it was getting worse. The idea of discussing her sexual arousal dilemma with the priest made her shudder with dread. No, this was the only logical, tolerable course of action; better put the tolerable in quotation marks. She'd had her shower and set out the cereal milk and fruit on the table for breakfast before she roused her sleepy headed teenaged daughter. Now it was time to get ready for the annual shopping trip that she really didn't enjoy. It seemed every year the young girl's styles got skimpier and racier. They were just 'not what good girls do' . There were always arguments with Becky who just wanted to fit in. Rebecca woke up incredibly horny. It wasn't the first time but it might have been the worst time. She'd dreamt of the kiss she'd shared with sweet little Michelle from next door. In her dreams they hadn't been interrupted. She'd squeezed and played with the younger girls tits and pulled her nightshirt off so she could suck on them. As she relived the dream her hands worked her own much larger boobies through the thin cotton of her nightgown. The urgent surges she felt between her legs were getting unbearable. Her fingers stole under the waistband of her panties and engaged the lips she had so recently made hairless. When she pressed the slippery fluid oozed out coating her fingers and lubricating their stroking over the hot fleshy plumpness of her outer lips. She felt her labia softening and spreading. Her pussy was blossoming like a flower toward the rising sun—the warmth was spreading; up through her belly to her breasts. Fingers moved more rapidly, back and forth, back and forth; the inner lips pouted and she felt their unique texture under her oscillating digits. Her abdomen felt like a balloon being filled with warm water—over filled with warm water—until it suddenly burst, releasing the pressure and spreading its luxurious warmth all over her body. All of the air went out of her in a noisy exhale. She shivered and on impulse brought her diddling fingers up to her mouth and nose. The scent was familiar. She caught whiffs of it every time she played with herself. Sniffing the aroma more directly, confirmed that it was a very sensual smell. Her tongue slipped out and tasted the thick juice of its own accord. Eyes closed her tongue slithered between two fingers and she tried to imagine what it would be like if it was Michelle's pussy her tongue was probing. The balloon in her tummy was starting to fill again and she knew she had to stop. She sucked he fingers clean and went into the semi-private bath suite. She stripped off her nightshirt and panties and was about to enter the shower stall when she remembered that she was out of conditioner. She pondered her options only for a moment. Convinced that her mother would be in the kitchen getting breakfast ready she slipped out the door of the bathroom that exited into the hall. Across the hall and into her mother's bedroom, moving so quickly made her tender boobies jiggle. As she approached the door to her mother's bath she caught the reflection in the mirror and froze. Her mother was standing stark naked, back to the door, evidently examining herself in the mirror. Becky crouched down and the surge that rushed through her girlhood took her by surprise. Maryann had her right arm up on top of her head and was poking and probing the substantial breast flesh under her arm. The angle provided the teenager with an unobstructed frontal view reflected in the mirror. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her mother anything but fully clothed. The size and shape of her mom's breasts literally took her breath away. She covered her mouth to stifle the gasp. Their paleness stood out in contrast to the suntanned area above and below them, like a white stripe painted around her chest; they were easily the size of cantaloupes. At the center of each of the melons was an areola that looked to Becky to be the size of the drink coasters on the living room coffee table. She sank all the way to her knees and the churning between her legs got worse as her mom's fingers started to work over the firm pliable flesh. The reflection in the mirror showed the older woman's fingers digging deep into the sponginess of her right tit. Three fingers pressed deep into the breast flesh and made a sort of circular motion, and then moved a couple of inches and repeated the process. All the way around the resilient orb the fingers probed. Rebecca was desperately trying to control her breathing lest it gave her away. Maryann watched the fullness of her breast distort under the pressure of her finger tips. She tried to ignore the warm feeling in her lower belly as she performed the self exam. 'It's permitted contact' her conscience assured but she avoided contact with the sensitive areola. 'Breast self examination is a highly recommended procedure ... it is a valid medical examination, one of the three permissible reasons for contact.' She supposed it was her impending appointment with the doctor that prompted her to undertake the exercise this morning. But it wasn't her upcoming appointment that was on her mind as she checked for lumps and irregularities; it was the examination Doctor Garcia's nurse, Bonnie, had administered that played in her mind. The way the too young looking nurse had bunched the paper exam gown up around her neck and then looked her naked body over, wide eyed, made her pussy tremor as she conducted the self exam. Bonnie hadn't pressed as firmly as the doctor; not even as firmly as she was doing now. Maryann recalled her gentle and maybe unorthodox technique. She recalled feeling her areolas tighten. Lying flat on her back with the gown up under her chin she couldn't actually see but she knew that her nipples were poking up, just like she could see them doing right now in the mirror. The deep pink projections had only been about the size of a pea before she had Rebecca. After nursing her little girl they'd become long pegs the size of the first joint of her baby finger when they got hard. Looking at her reflection she remembered the awesome feelings she'd had that day. Her nipples tingled, just as they were doing now and she'd hoped that by some miracle the nurse wouldn't notice how erect they were. Her excusable breast exam was finished—at least the way she'd been shown at the breast clinic—but her hands continued to cup the undersides of her melons, lifting slightly and guiltily enjoying their feel in her hands as well as the feel of her hands on her breasts. The tingle in her nipples was a buzzing feeling, like there was a tiny flying insect trapped inside each of them flapping its wings trying to get out. Bonnie had pinched them. The memory of that part of the examination made the naked woman moan. 'It must be a valid medical examination ... Doctor Garcia's qualified nurse had done it ... hadn't she?' Her tender red pegs so felt like they needed to be pinched right now. The words of the Mother Superior came back to her, ' ... the only valid reasons for touching were; cleansing, medical examination and sexual congress with your husband for the purpose of making a baby... ' Looking at her boobs in the mirror and feeling the projecting nubs hum Maryann convinced herself that checking for discharge from her nipples was a valid part of the self exam. The bolt of electricity that struck between her legs when she pinched them made her cry out in shock. Her hips hunched so violently that she nearly fell. Kneeling beside the door Rebecca had a sympathetic twinge in her girlhood and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She crawled rapidly out of her mother's bedroom. Once in the hall she stood up and quickly slipped back into the bathing suite attached to her room. Shaky and confused, not so much by what she'd seen but by her reaction to it, she decided to forego hair washing this morning and so donned a shower cap and proceeded into the stall. Maryann released her sensitive nipples and gripped the vanity top for support. The buzzing in her breasts was somewhat alleviated but the complimentary one between her legs was twice as bad. She clamped her thighs together trying to staunch the feeling and cursed herself for taking the liberty. Picking up her hair brush and stroking it through her chin length dark blonde waves she willed the feeling to stop. It didn't entirely work but she was able to distract herself enough to make it manageable. She lightly applied the subtle eye shadow mascara and blush; then went back into her room to dress. It was eleven o'clock when they arrived at the mall. Over an hour of touring the clothing stores was unproductive. Maryann was trying to make her sixteen year old look twelve and her sixteen year old was trying to make herself look twenty-one. They sat down in the food court both feeling frustrated. During their light lunch Becky mentioned the store downtown that she'd heard her cheerleading team mates talk about. She expected her mom to say that it was too far, or that there was no parking around there, both of which would have been valid objections; but to her surprise and delight her mother agreed. Maryann was looking at the clock and PERTing out the shopping trip to coincide with her doctor's appointment. She'd need to drop Becky at home not much after four if she was going to be on time; ' ... be here a couple of minutes before ... It'll give Vicki time to get you ready.' The doctor's words made her tingle all over. Maryann had decided that she was going to have to be more flexible in choosing her daughter's fall wardrobe; either that or make the clothes herself—like she'd done with the bathing suits. There was so little to choose from that met her high moral standards. Most of the things she liked didn't even come in Rebecca's size. 'She's gonna be cursed with my oversized bust' the older woman focused on the most obstructive part of the problem. She didn't want to force her daughter to wear clothes the girl hated, as she'd often done in the past. 'She is growing up. Soon she'll be on her own making her own choices ... you really need to teach her ... convince her what's appropriate and what isn't.' Looking across the food court table at Becky the resemblance to Doctor Perez's nurse struck her again. 'I suppose that means she looks old enough to be a nurse' Maryann concluded. They parked—probably illegally—in the lot beside the six story office building. The silver Honda Civic looked tiny between the Town Car and the green Marquis. Becky was careful not to ding the side of the highly polished luxury sedan as she got out. The portfolio on the front seat had a business card on the front of it that read 'Bogden and Associates' . The teenager wondered just in passing what business they were in, before she and her mother took the narrow laneway that ran parallel to Main, over to Fifth. Before they even reached the store Becky knew that they were in the right place. She would be glad to wear almost anything that was displayed in the windows. The woman—girl really—who was hanging dresses on one of the racks looked at the pair of blondes who had just entered and said, "Good afternoon ladies. If you need any help just shout, my name is Annie." Rebecca thought she'd seen the red haired sales girl around school. She also thought that the young woman tending the store was a year or more ahead of her; 'Maybe she's graduated' she though as she began to look at the rack of skirts nearest the door. Her mother went to a taller rack along the wall that displayed dresses. Annie moved in to get a closer look at what was quite obviously a mother and her daughter. She recognized the girl as one of the cheerleaders from school. Not just one of the cheerleaders, the one with the best tits; Annie's favorite afternoon snack. The salesgirl made a point of straightening up all around her customers ostensibly so that she was handy should they need her; in fact it was so she could ogle the attractive pair—uh, two pair; full house. When Annie saw that the disagreements were moving toward resolution she moved in. The girl had two blouses and two skirts that would mix well, her mother was holding a dress. "Would you like to try those on," the little redhead asked, half expecting to be rebuffed. When the girl said "Yeah" Annie took all of the hangers in one hand and her customer's hand in the other; "The change rooms are back here" she informed and strode toward the back of the shop. "What's your name?" "Rebecca ... uh, Becky" the girl in tow replied. "You're a cheerleader aren't you?" Becky was pleased that her star status was recognized. "Yeah I am ... haven't I seen you around school?" she asked as they arrived in the little hallway immediately behind the sales counter. "Probably" Annie surmised ushering her customer into the curtained off change booth. "Did you graduate?" "Nah ... I just work here part time. Ya know weekends and evenings and during the summer;" she hung the clothing selections on a hook, "I've got one more year to go." She finished and drew the curtain across. Their eyes met for the first time and Becky felt something jump inside her. The salesgirl started to unbutton her blouse as if it was part of her job. 'This was never the way I planned ... not my intention' the words of the song running through her head fit. While the redhead's nibble fingers worked the buttons down the front of her blouse, the thing that had been jumping started to heat up. She couldn't help letting her eyes roam over the young woman who was evidently going to undress her. Annie wore a bluish green sun dress with thin straps and a full skirt that barely made it to her mid thigh. Becky would have been more thrilled than shocked if she'd known that it was the only thing the salesgirl had on. Her eyes wandered all the way down to the shop keeper's little white sandals then quickly back up to her bust. The top of the dress was a little blousy but Becky's initial assessment was that they were pretty close in the tit development department. With the blouse undone the helpful redhead pushed it off her customer's shoulders and then was out of sight as she went around behind to pull it down her arms. Rebecca was embarrassed by the all covering matronly bra she was wearing. She always felt like it made her naturally conical boobs even pointier. Annie hung the blouse on another wall hook and surveyed her progress. 'I'm curious for you ... caught, my attention' The young blonde stood frozen and speechless as her assistant stepped to the side and with practiced dexterity released the fasteners of her skirt. It dropped and the salesgirl stooped to follow it down. When Becky stepped out of it—because it was only the logical thing to do—she shuddered. The underpants were as unsexy as the top; full white cotton briefs that came up to her navel. She knew she was blushing intensely and she cast her eyes down on the floor in shame. She knew the salesgirl was surveying her underwear clad form and that made the thing inside start jumping more vigorously. "That bra isn't going to work with the dress," Annie commented. "I'll go and get another one" she added sliding the curtain aside. Missus Spencer was standing in the hallway. When the curtain was moved aside she found herself looking at her scantily clad daughter and was more than a little shocked at the impulse she felt between her legs. The cute little salesgirl smiled at her saying, "I gotta get a different bra," then she scurried out into the shop. Becky's eyes met her mothers and the two women would have been surprised to know how similar their internal sensations were. When the realization hit home Rebecca shuddered. 'To get the other bra on ... this one's gotta come off!' |