I Kissed a Girl, Chapter 11

by Jackie

The kissing lasted longer than it had taken Elizabeth to make Maryann cum. the devout woman with the magnificent bosom had originally been supine on the bed with her neighbor and lover lying beside her, now she had rolled on her side facing. They stroked each other's hair and caressed each other in seemingly non sexual places like the shoulder and upper arm, the hip and outer thigh, up and down their backs. Maryann was experiencing for the first time a feeling of physical love, not sexual and harried but slow and tender. It extended and stretched and deepened the blissful post orgasmic feeling until it felt as though it could go on forever—she wanted it to go on forever—but something changed.

The warmth began to turn to heat again. Maryann was surprised at herself when she became physically aggressive enough to roll her partner onto her back and straddle her. The tender kissing continued but now Elizabeth wasn't able to keep her hands off the amazing melons that hung above her. Tenderly she caressed the whole of the smooth resilient flesh and ran her finger tips over the diminished but still substantial nipples. The sensations the loving stroking fingers elicited traveled in a steady stream directly to kneeling woman's pussy.

The woman on top was compelled to return the favor. Sliding down she captured her host's left breast in her mouth licking and sucking until her companions moans signaled her to switch to the right boob. The soft resilience of her host's tits seemed to contrast with the firm rubberiness of the turgid nipple. She would have been content to continue her oral tribute for a long time but she realized that Elizabeth had unfastened her shorts and slipped her hand inside.

Her curiosity about how different her neighbor's pussy would taste re-emerged and she slid backwards until she was off the bed and kneeling between her partner's legs. Even when she pulled her legs up to assist in the removal of her shorts and thong Beth's hand continued its slow rotary caress on her well lubricated vulva.

The prone woman didn't stop when her pants were gone; she just spread her legs wider putting on a show for the woman kneeling between them. Maryann watched the fingers stroke over the plump fullness of the hairless labia and was reminded of the night before in the church basement watching Rebecca's hand separate her folds. A comparison of the only two vulvas she'd seen in over twenty-five years and, neglecting her own, only the third she'd seen in her life was inevitable.

Her neighbor's inner lips were much fuller, thicker and darker than Becky's, but the outer ones seemed smaller and less plump. The slowly rotating fingers parted the lips just for an instant on the lower part of the stroke giving a quick glimpse of the hot pink interior. The kneeling woman thought that the milky coated coloring inside the dark protruding outer folds was remarkably similar to her daughter's.

Every once in a while at the bottom of the stroke one finger would be drawn up between heavily crinkled flesh, and flick the protruding lima bean sized nub at the top. Each time her finger contacted her pulsating clit Elizabeth issued a groan and her hips twitched. Delving between her outer lips allowed her to collect more juice to lubricate her erotic caress.

Maryann watched in fascination and inhaled deeply of the intoxicating fragrance. Her hand slipped between her own legs, spurred by the voyeuristic thrill. Her other hand lifted one of her melons and she began to suck her own huge areola and tug the rubbery center with her teeth.

Looking down between her legs at her neighbor pleasuring herself added another layer of stimulation to Elizabeth's masturbation; still she knew it would never be enough. She had to wiggle her shoulders over a little to reach the drawer of her night table. She wasn't able to see but her hand located the semi-rigid latex pleasure tool anyway. She put the tip of the fake cock in her mouth to lubricate it.

Even though her eyes were focused on the juncture of her partner's thighs, the movement of her upper body caught Maryann's attention. When she laid eyes on her first dildo she gasped and felt her vaginal walls spasm. Aside from the fact that it was bright purple it was a very anatomically correct model of an erect penis; complete with a bulbous head and bumpy sort of spider webbed ridges along the shaft representing the veins.

She'd only seen one prick in her life and this one made her deceased husband's look like a miniature. It was at least twice and quite possibly three times the size Don's very average member had been. She had stopped biting on her nipple and though she continued to thumb the flexible spit coated peg her attention was totally captured by the toy her host was sucking on. She wondered if Don had been exceptionally small or if the rubber replica was unrealistically large. She might have been disappointed to learn that less than one in a thousand men could have measured up to the standard set by the molded latex but right now that didn't matter.

Switching hands Beth used her left to separate her labial wings and her right to position the bulbous purple head in her vestibule. Maryann watched as the helmet shaped end of the dildo popped past the outer restriction. Her own pussy twitched sympathetically as more and more of the pleasure wand disappeared into the spongy inner recesses. The kneeling woman's fingers were moving ever faster between her legs and she was fascinated by the way the thick lips turned inward bracketing the purple dong and following it inside. The inward pressure pulled the firm little nub at the top down until it grazed the bumpy plastic.

Elizabeth groaned deeply as she buried the shaft until the tip touched her cervix, and then began to pull it out with the same slow movement in reverse. The marvel continued as her host's dark crinkly labia popped back out and seemed to be pulled away from their resting position following the textured shaft.

In and out went the toy propelled by the supine woman's right hand while her left kept busy squeezing and kneading her right tit. Maryann was overcome by the need to feel it. She put her tit pleasuring hand on the wide base flange of the toy and was amazed at how rubbery soft it felt. Her lover was only using about two thirds of the dildo's length so there was plenty of room for her to grip the imitation cock around the shaft above the lower collar. When Maryann's fingers touched Beth's the reclining woman misinterpreted. Letting go of the shaft she applied her fingers to the apex of her stuffed vulva.

To her surprise and delight the busty blonde realized that she'd taken over responsibility for the thrusting action. Gripping the soft rubbery base she began to push and pull the toy still watching the way her friend's vulva followed the in and out motion.

Elizabeth pressed harder and harder on the root of her clit, moving her finger back and forth very subtly.

"Faster ... faster" she demanded breathlessly and her kneeling companion obeyed.

A few seconds later the rocket launched from between her legs and exploded in her head. Her tit squeezing hand shot down and grabbed her lover's wrist, stopping the in and out motion and keeping the toy buried as far as it could go inside her. Her spasming vagina clamped down hard on the fake cock and sort of trembled holding the phallus in a vise like grip. She shuddered and collapsed back on the bed to enjoy the afterglow.

Elizabeth was vaguely aware of the toy being pulled out, leaving that strange empty feeling behind. She thought Maryann might crawl up on the bed just as she had done, but moments passed and her new sex partner did not arrive. Raising her head she found her neighbor right where she'd left her, kneeling beside the bed licking the purple dong like a lollipop. Although the angle prevented her from actually seeing, the angle of the blonde's arm and the motion visible at the elbow told her all she needed to know.

Beth swung her leg over the jilling woman's head and crossed the room to her dresser. Pulling out her pleasure chest she selected the black strap-on. Stepping into the leg holes and connecting the quick release buckle around her waist she approached the woman on the floor.

"How'd ya like to suck on this sweet pea?" she said holding the ten inch latex prod straight out in front of her.

Maryann looked up with a startled expression as though she thought she was alone in the room. The black substitute penis was very different than the purple one she was holding. It was only about half the girth but it had bulges like beads all the way down its long slender shaft. Making a quick comparison she decided that, diameter wise, the pole her neighbor had strapped to her crotch was much closer to the size her late husband had been.

The toy was being waved near her face so she dropped the pacifier that she'd been cleaning and applied her mouth to the newly presented dong. It tasted vaguely of soap and wasn't appealing at all compared to the one she'd given up. Still she smeared her saliva down the beaded shaft. It felt interesting bumping over the individual spheres that made up the ten inch length.

Elizabeth pulled her to her feet and it was almost rough—demanding. Turning the busty woman around and pushing her head forward while her other hand held onto one hip made Maryann bend at the waist. She'd never had sex in anything but the missionary position but she realized that she and her partner had now assumed the posture that virtually every other animal copulated in.

Her neighbor's knee pushed between her thighs and made her legs go wider apart. She grabbed the headboard of the bed for support as she felt Beth wipe the tip of her strap—on up and down her well lubricated vulva.

It was because she was thinking about coitus with her husband and how their love making sessions were so bland, so predictable; that's why Doctor Perez's words came back to her at this highly erotic moment...

'the definition of chastity ... abstinence from unlawful sexual intercourse ... did being fucked by the black probe that looked nothing like a penis count?'

She just didn't know and after all had she not tortured herself mercilessly to preserve her own version of chastity—would she surrender it now? Reaching around behind her she grasped the rubbery shaft that was pointed directly at her love tunnel and pulled up; up across her perineum until it settled against the tight pucker of her anus. As she was repositioning the toy's point of entry she wailed,

"Noooo ... up here—"

Elizabeth was so shocked she stopped moving altogether. Her new sex partner evidently wanted to go from kindergarten to a Master's Degree all in the same session.

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Melanie's hands were magical under her shirt. The way her fingers tweaked and pinched and rolled her nipples after she'd pushed her little bra out of the way had Michelle moaning and her pussy aching. That and the 'taste of her cherry Chap Stick' while she sucked and plucked on her lower lip and tongue made Michelle's knees weak, it was a good thing that the older girl had her pinned up against the wall.

It all started out with the two outsiders chatting and drinking ice tea while the cheerleading team discussed which cheers they would practice. Melanie and Michelle were the only spectators. When the team really got into the details of their gymnastic routines Melanie invited the younger girl around the corner of the house to show her something; and boy did she ever.

When Melanie took a break to catch her breath Michelle's eyes opened wide and she softly said,

"Wow Melanie that was awesome!"

The older girl leaned very close pressing her substantial breast against her trainee's arm and whispered directly in her ear,

"I'd love to do the same and more to your pussy."

Her offer made the girl's dark blonde head spin.

She didn't know that her new playmate was arguably the cause of everything that had happened since she and her family had moved in. It was Melanie who'd given Becky that first kiss igniting a desire that had brought them to where they were. It was hers and Rebecca's seduction dance that had pushed Becky's mother over the edge.

The very experienced Melanie took her young pupil by the hand and led her inside the house.

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"Are you sure honey ... do you know what you're asking for?" Elizabeth cautioned her jackknifed neighbor.

"Yesss" Maryann replied in a breathless moan.

"We're gonna need a lot more lube" the woman with the strap-on stepped over to her pleasure chest sitting atop the dresser. She applied a large handful of the clear gel. Maryann looked over her shoulder as the beaded black penetrater now dripping goo approached from behind. Her asshole tingled and itched in anticipation.

Elizabeth's slippery fingers were between the round globes of her butt. The lube felt cold on her twitching anus and when a finger pressed on, then breached the tight sphincter she let out a deep sigh.

She recalled the introduction to the pleasures her bum could provide when the doctor had penetrated her there. She'd been too up tight, too embarrassed, to really enjoy it that time although it was, to a significant degree, the catalyst for her first real orgasm in twenty-five years. Revisiting the neglected erogenous zone yesterday when she'd finally permitted herself to relieve her own sexual tension; she'd only wished that she could get in deeper.

Beth rarely wished that she had a penis but she definitely felt the yearning now as the tapered head of the slender probe popped past the protective little muscle. Maryann's squeal at the invasion made her push harder and the second bulge entered with a jerk. It seemed to take less and less pressure to get each successive bead past her lover's tight anal closure.

Initially the woman bent at the waist and holding the headboard of the bed felt a very hot sensation from her butt. As the toy progressed inward that was replaced by a strange but highly erotic fullness. Each time her anus was stretched and then allowed to snap back stepping over the beads brought a new rush of delight.

The sexual tension and pressure that was building felt so deep. She reached down with her right hand, still holding onto the bed with her left. Her finger bumped over the firm nubbin at the top of her crease and then began a rotary massage of the sensitive pink button.

Elizabeth had penetrated far enough that she could bend her own body around her neighbor's. Her breasts pressed into the stooped woman's back and she reached under to cup and lift the amazing hooters that had so captured her imagination. Rocking her hips and squeezing the heavy pliable melons Beth was surprised at how much she was getting out of ass fucking her Catholic companion.

One bead on the latex probe popped in and out and the extreme heat was back. Maryann felt it as a gigantic rush that spread in every direction from her pelvis. It wasn't the explosion of her previous climax it was just a very very hot wave that enveloped and consumed her.

Beth felt her partner tense and when she felt the release her own pussy gave a wonderful little chirp. It couldn't really be called an orgasm but it had a very satisfying feel to it nevertheless. Slowly she extracted the toy bumping out one bead at a time and retreated to her bathroom to put the bumpy latex pleasure tool in to soak.

When she returned her neighbor had collapsed onto the bed, laying face up, her provocative breasts lolling to the outsides of her chest. Beth got on the bed beside her and they lay like that silently each lost in her own thoughts.

When Elizabeth heard the foot falls on the stairs she knew Michelle was home. Pushing up onto her elbow she kissed Maryann's forehead and said,

"We have to get up."

The blonde woman smiled and rose back to a sitting position. Beth couldn't resist one last squeeze of the pendulous melons before her neighbor began to dress. Maryann had two sets of clothing, two outfits to choose from but it was really no contest. The black embroidered mesh under things felt just as wonderful as they had the first time. Now the way the panties seemed to grip and squeeze her round derriere was accompanied by the residual invaded feeling that she knew would be coming from her anus for hours. The unique pleasure sensation outlasted everything else and threatened to reignite the need a an inch or two in front of it.

They looked deeply into each other's eyes at the side door, and then kissed tenderly.

"It'll have to be at your place when Harold gets back" the woman wearing only a dressing gown confided to her neighbor in the sexy black cocktail dress.

Maybe it was presumptuous to assume that there would be a next time but the departing woman's Mona Lisa smile confirmed the assumption.

Walking across the side yard intensified the feelings coming from her well reamed ass. Maryann thought that by the time she reached her house she'd need to retire to her bedroom to deal with the building pressure.

She had her hand on the door knob of her bedroom when she heard Rebecca behind her.

"Wow mom ... uh ... uh, I mean ... wow!" Becky was standing in the doorway of her own bedroom wrapped in a towel demonstrating her impressive command of the English language.

Maryann turned toward her daughter's voice and heart swelled at the reaction. There was that mortally sinful pride spreading over her again. The separation took place leaving her feeling the emotion rising from her gut and the erotic sensations emanating from her bum but some part of her was watching from a distance.

When her mother turned around Becky was in for a secondary shock. the crossed over neckline of the sexy little black dress displayed more than a couple of inches of cleavage; it was something that she'd never expected to see. She was feeling her clit beginning to pulsate when her mother turned back toward her room saying,

"If you think this is sexy you should see what's under it."

'Was that an invitation?' The light pulsing between her legs turned to a throb and she followed her mother into the master bedroom.

Stopping just inside the door Rebecca gasped when her mother turned to face her and pulled the short skirt up to her waist, revealing the black mesh bikinis that didn't hide much.

"Oh ... Oh my God!" the teenager collapsed against the door post.

"And that's not all" the older woman continued raising the silky dress until she had pulled it over her head.

The moth was out of its cocoon. Becky stood staring unable to speak or move. Her head was spinning and her pussy was pounding. The metamorphosis that her mother had gone through so quickly took her breath completely away. Maryann turned slightly away from the girl to look at herself in the full length mirror; the very same one that she'd used as a masturbation aid yesterday.

"I think they look really good on me don't you?" she said running her hands sensually up over her heavy breasts encased in the revealing mesh.

Becky couldn't help but think about the other morning when she'd accidentally caught her mother giving herself a very thorough breast exam. The sizes of the older woman's areolas were easy to make out through the sheer fabric. Her mother's hands remained on her breasts and she watched her daughter's reaction. The funny erotic sort of stretched feeling from her backside made her think of this morning when Becky had been lying in just her panties on her bed. The recollection of the firm round hills, how they'd felt under her hand started up the insistent twitching between her legs.

She'd hurried across the side yard and up to her room with the intent of relieving herself. The urge to scratch the infernal hard to satisfy itch was stronger than ever and she wished Becky would leave so she could get on with it.

Rebecca had very similar desires. She was already imagining herself on her bed; legs spread wide stirring the sloppiness that she knew had developed just behind her closed folds.

That's where it might have ended, both Spencer women retreating to their own private sanctuary, but when Becky pushed away from the door frame that had been lending much needed support the towel fell. In the blink of an eye she was standing in all her glory not more than three steps from her provocatively unclothed mother.

The girl squealed in surprise and instinctively put one arm across her torpedo shaped tits and the other in front of her hairless girlhood.

Maryann let out a sigh or a groan. What ever it was it took all the air she had.

"Oh dear Lord Rebecca you're so beautiful!" she said taking the two steps required to reach the naked teenager.

When her mother grasped her wrists and pulled her hands and arms away from her body the girl did not resist.

"Let me look at you."

Embarrassed and shivering Rebecca felt the plump pink mushroom caps atop her rocket shaped boobie begin to tighten. The little pea sized red center began to poke out and tingle. Her mother scanned up and down, every inch of her pubescent nakedness.

"Oh dear, you're shivering you must be cold," Maryann concluded and folded the soft soapy fresh teenager into her arms.

Her mother was about a head taller than her so Becky's head came to rest on Maryann's upper chest, just where the alluring mammaries began their impressive rise. The girl felt the heat of her mother's body against hers and it was very comforting. Her bare breasts pressed against her mother's ribs and she surmised that her mother would be able to feel how stiff her nipples had become.

It was a dance like move that carried the couple over to the bed. Lying together face to face lips began to explore. They were bathing each other's face in tender endearing kisses. Both felt the pulsating need between their legs getting more demanding by the second.

It was Becky who succumbed to the need first. Her hand went between her legs and began to massage her aching mons. Maryann felt the arm and hand between them and immediately knew what her daughter was up to. She slipped off the side of the bed and lifted the girl's calves up onto her shoulders. The action caused the pubescent vulva to part, opening its delicate pink folds and releasing a trickle of the abundant juice; a trait that she'd inherited from her mother. In Becky's head a line from the song reverberated,

'This was never the way I planned, not my intention.'

Ever since she'd kissed Melanie—or more precisely Melanie had kissed her—she'd had sexual thoughts about a lot of women including her mother but she'd never expected anything to come of it. It was just a passing thing. She was sure that once she got back to school, back into her routine, saw Drake again, that it would all blow over. As her mother applied her tongue to her soft and oh so sensitive inner thigh she knew that this wasn't going to blow over.

The kneeling woman inhaled the unmistakable scent which she now knew was as unique as finger print. Her daughter's was sweet and seemed to have less of the spicy musky tang that her own and her neighbor's had. She wasn't exactly sure what to do but she imagined what she would like and decided that was a good place to start. A line from the church document that, according to her well read doctor, justified and granted permission briefly invaded her thoughts,

' ... chastity is better preserved when brotherly love flourishes in the general community.'

Rebecca's legs slipped off her mother's shoulders, which spread the girl's legs even wider, but caused her pelvis to rotate into an awkward position. When the teenager sat up Maryann lost sight of her target altogether.

Becky, from her superior position on the bed, was actually able to see what she was doing as her fingers went to work on the row of hooks securing the black lacy bra. Her mother felt the pressure molding and shaping her ample breasts release, but the cups clung to their cargo until her daughter pulled on the shoulder straps. Maryann groaned when the under wire scraped over her semi erect nipples in the process of being removed.

The teenager laid the sexy new lingerie on the bed beside her and grasped her mother's protruding pegs—one in each hand. A stereo rocket of pleasure was launched and followed its preprogrammed flight plan and exploded in the kneeling woman's crotch.

The need was instinctual. Becky pulled her legs up under her and then pivoted so that she was on her tummy. Still holding one reddish brown nipple between her thumb and forefinger she applied her mouth to the other. Sucking and lashing the turgid peak she felt her mother's hands on the back of her head squishing her face into the soft pliable fleshiness of her boob.

It was evidence of how firmly the teenager was latched on that she kept the thick peg in her mouth when her mom climbed back on the bed and cradled her head against her breast. Streams of erotic joy flowed down the older woman's body warming her abdomen and creating a gnawing delight at the apex of her thighs. It was similar but more intense than when she'd nursed her as a baby. Rebecca worked from one tit to the other licking and gently biting the resilient flesh.

Maryann succumbed to the urge and ran her hand over her vulva. The sparse pubic hair was saturated and her lips were so swollen they felt three times their normal size. Direct attention to her pussy distracted her momentarily from the adolescent mouth that was giving her breasts such a thorough working over.

Her saliva coated boobs were chilled when the teenager's head move away. When the physical contact was broken she opened her eyes just in time to see Becky's knee pass over her face. Directly above her was the hot wet pink crease that she'd been admiring from her knees a few moments ago. She reached up and cupped her hands over her daughter's pert buttocks and pulled the fragrant tantalizing gash toward her face. At the same time she felt her daughter's nimble fingers pull the crotch of her sexy panties to the side exposing her engorged pulsating quim.

Becky let her knees slid toward the head of the bed which allowed her mother's firm wonderful feeling grip on her ass to pull her pussy right down onto her face. The girl moaned and twitched as the lips and tongue began exploring her hot slippery crevice. She was wishing she'd taken the time to remove her mom's panties. The full fleshy vulva was so different than hers or Michelle's; the lips were so much bigger and thicker. She was supporting her weight on one hand and holding the panty crotch aside with the other, it left only her mouth to explore the dark folds. That meant that she was too close to see and she really wanted to look at her point of origin.

The intoxicating sensations her mother was generating between her legs made it hard to see much less think. Pushing her weight back on her knees she was able to balance and tug at the black lace waistband. Maryann obediently raised her hips allowing the removal of her final article of clothing.

The observer, the part of herself that always stayed apart watching was gone.

'No not gone ... it had come back inside ... she was whole.'

She felt the little fingers separating her folds, fingers tugging and parting the thick lips exposing the flooded inner depths. Her fingers dug deeper into the very firm flesh of her daughter's ass and mashed the hot slippery gash even tighter onto her mouth and chin.

Becky was fighting the incredible waves of pleasure rolling up her body. She thought that she was going to cum any second but she wanted to taste the flowing juice she had released from the thickly guarded maternal vagina first.

Still needing one hand to support herself she fumbled using only her right on the rubbery slick lips. She had a passing thought about the lesson in the church basement as the names of the vulval structures ran through her mind. When she finally uncovered her mother's clitoris and saw the plump cone of flesh with the little tongue extending below it the orgasm that she'd been holding back hit like the shockwave from a jet breaking the sound barrier. You see the plane pass you and then after a delay shockwave over takes you with incredible force. She was squealing with delight as she dove on the fragrant mature muff.

Rebecca lost all track of what she was doing. Her tongue was thrusting in and out she was sucking her head was shaking back and forth. Her first orgasm had barely subsided when the second one racked her. During the second climax she lost not only the ability to consciously control her movements but her ability to think altogether. The only thing in the world now was the intense pleasure that raced through her body, subsided and started over again.

Maryann felt the shuddering and heard her daughter's wetly muffled scream. The girl's face was moving around between her legs like a thing possessed. Still holding the thrashing teenaged ass and pressing the tender girlhood to her mouth she realized that her head was doing similar out of control movements. That was the last thought she had; the rest was a blur of pure hedonistic joy.

The wet squishy stereo slurping sounds were reminiscent of a washing machine except for the muffled grunts and groans. It wasn't really sexual fulfillment but exhaustion that eventually caused Becky to roll onto her side. They lay there beside each other gasping for air, shaking and shuddering in the aftershocks of multiple orgasms.

The real world was trying to invade the floating dream state that the teenager was enjoying. She was starting to feel cold, but then her mother's warm fleshy body was pressing against her and she felt the warm softness of the bedspread descend over them. With physical comfort restored she slept.

Opening her eyes had been a major struggle for the busty blonde who felt entirely whole for the first time in her memory. The pussy juice coating her above the neck and below the waist felt cool as it dried. She twisted around on her bed pulling the comforter with her and hugged her semi conscious daughter while she covered them both with the bedspread's shielding warmth and before letting her own consciousness slip away.

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Afternoon had not yet turned to evening in the Conrad house. Michelle suspected something very unusual and important was transpiring in her mother's bedroom. Curiosity would have gotten the better of her if Melanie hadn't gotten her so worked up. Her panties were wet and her pussy was aching for attention so she went directly to her room to scratch the maddening itch.

Lying on her bed naked, hand between her legs, she stroked her breast and pretended it was her new friend's hand. Gloria's cousin had told her that her passion was swimming, so of course Michelle had invited her to come over for a swim sometime. While gently running her fingers over her juice coated lips she imagined what the older girl's tongue would feel like. It was very obvious that eating pussy was not new to her new acquaintance. Something in her manner told the horny young woman that she'd have a lot to learn from miz Melanie Morgan.

She didn't even flinch when her mother opened the door. Only a couple of days ago this same scene had been the most traumatic experience of her life. Now she was glad her mother had arrived. Venting her sexual frustration with a partner was preferable to doing it alone. The contented almost smug look on her mother's face confirmed the impression that she'd had on arrival. It seemed they'd both had a stimulating afternoon so far.

Elizabeth sat on the side of her daughter's bed. She enjoyed watching the teenager masturbate but she couldn't help touching the velvet smooth skin, so she put her hand on the girl's tummy and began a slow circular caress.

"Guess who just left?" she asked her highly aroused daughter.

Michelle was distracted by her own manipulations that were now being augmented by the loving strokes from her mother's hand. It didn't take a lot of imagination so she croaked out her guess,

"Becky's mom?"

"Uh-huh" Elizabeth confirmed noticing that the girl's fingers were digging deeper into her delicate folds.

Michelle couldn't help but notice missus Spencer's chest with curiosity. Up to that point she'd never thought that anything more than a quick peek was possible, but now her mother was implying that her girlfriend's mother might be more forthcoming than she previously dreamed.

"Did you ... uh—"

"Oh yeah!" Beth said with an emphatic nod and a smile.

She watched Michelle's strumming fingers accelerate massaging the whole of her pouting vulva. Evidently Maryann had raised her daughter's sexual antenna as much hers.

"Have you been having naughty thoughts about Becky's mom?" Elizabeth probed.

All she got in response was a groan, but the look in the jilling girl's eyes was all the confirmation she really needed. She moved the hand that had been caressing the tiny bulge of the adolescent tummy down and adroitly managed to insert two fingers into the dripping quim without interfering with the gyrating fingers.

Michelle felt the penetration and groaned again, louder this time. Elizabeth curled her fingers upward and began to stroke her daughter's 'G' spot.

At first there was a pleasant rush from the probing fingers. The rush left behind what felt like a balloon in her pelvis, and the balloon was rapidly filling. There was no doubt in the teenager's mind that it would burst quickly. When it did and the pressure released the warm wave of delight took her by surprise. It was so different than the other climaxes that she'd experienced. This one was deeper and softer somehow. She felt her whole body jerk and twitch as all of her motor functions were flooded with the powerful chemical mixture that her limbic system was in charge of.

Elizabeth felt the spurt hit her palm and drip between her fingers.

'Gonna have to change these sheets before she goes to bed tonight, ' the shuddering girl's mother recognized.

Beth extracted her fingers and immediately began sucking on them. The ejaculate was even sweeter than her regular pussy juice.

"I'm going to start getting dinner ready," she announced as she stood up. "Later on I'll see what I can do about fulfilling your fantasy."

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Rebecca woke and found herself alone rolled up in the comforter on her mother's bed. The dwindling light from the window told her that it was late. She was coming back from a world of ultimate peace and tranquility even though she wasn't sure she wanted to. Her eyes gradually regained the ability to focus and the clock on the bed stand read eight-fifteen.

'That's why I'm so fucking hungry' she realized.

The next physical sensation was the funky feel of dried pussy juice coating her face and pelvis. It had all happened so fast, so unexpectedly, that her mind was trying to review the events of her late afternoon early evening adventure as she made her way across the hall and into her private bath.

The vision of her mother in that sexy black dress sent a wave of warmth over her even before she lowered herself into the still filling tub. The degree to which her life had changed was beginning to sink in.

Her head was against the backrest and she was trying to get a sense of how her relationship with her mother had irrevocably changed, but the recollection of the unbelievable physical pleasure was making it hard to concentrate.

'What the hell happened to her?' Not more than a week ago she'd thought her mother was the most prudish person in the world—and now this. The transformation was incredible; like a furry creeping caterpillar changing into a glorious and beautiful butterfly. That was the image floating behind her closed eyes when the woman who'd given birth to her walked into the room carrying a tray.

"I thought you'd be hungry when you woke up ... I know I was" her mother said with a giggle and knelt beside the tub setting the snack of cheese and crackers down.

The sheer robe that her mother was wearing brought back the memory of the sexy underwear show that had been the beginning of her new life. Of all the things she might have said at that potentially awkward moment she surprised herself by blurting out the first thing that came to her mind.

"Where ... when did you get that?" her focus on the revealing transparent gown made the inference obvious.

"Oh this is something your father bought for me a few years ago," her mother replied, unnecessarily adjusting the ineffective but very sexy cover up. "This is the first time it's ever been out of the bedroom."

It didn't really belong outside the bedroom.

"You were always so ... so, against anything to do with sex, even when daddy was alive. What happened?"

"Doctor Perez," Maryann replied and knelt beside the tub. "I was taught, as a child and as a young woman that sexual feelings were only appropriate inside a marriage. Sex under any other conditions or for any reason other than making babies was sinful." The busty woman in the blue peignoir stroked her daughter's wavy blonde hair as she tried to explain.

"Doctor Perez has convinced me that God never intended for these feelings to be repressed, and that it's permitted by church doctrine to love and be loved, physically."

'Doctor Perez! I should have known, ' Rebecca thought.

"So that's what you were talking about last night after the meeting?"

"That's right honey, but that wasn't the first time ... or the last. You see it took a while to overcome years of repressing my natural ... uh, appetites."

"And now you're OK with it; with everything," Becky concluded.

"Well not everything," her mother replied. "Intercourse between a man and a woman is still sacred and is only condoned within a marriage. But relieving the natural sexual energy when you're not in a marriage is not a sin, that's what I believe now."

"So you don't mind that Michelle and I ... uh—"

"You and Michelle?" the kneeling woman responded with some surprise and then recalled the stain on her daughter's sheets.

'She didn't make that mess all by herself, ' Maryann realized and felt a pang that she first thought was jealousy.

'Pride and now jealousy ... careful Maryann!' she cautioned herself.

"I'm going to fix us some dinner," she announced, kissing the bathing teenager on the side of her head.

Rebecca watched her mother's butt thinly veiled by her sexy robe as the older woman left. She wasn't sure which was harder to adjust to; her mother's astounding transformation, or the realization that her lust for girls wasn't just a passing fancy. It seemed her 'experimental game' was going to have far reaching and life changing consequences.

Maryann's mind was swirling as she prepared the meal on autopilot. For reasons she would never understand memories of her mother and her aunt came back. Maybe her mother's friend had been right; she had grown up to be a 'less bean.' Her toddlers effort to convert the unfamiliar word to something she understood made her smile. She felt more relaxed and content than she could ever remember feeling in her life. She had Doctor Perez to thank for it; and she did intend to thank her.

The sinful thoughts, the pride and the jealousy she could confess to Father O'Halleran in a way that didn't embarrass either one of them. She knew instinctively that if she didn't maintain her faith in a satisfactory way that the awful separated feeling would return.

She was almost ready to call Rebecca for their late dinner when the phone rang. It was Elizabeth. Maryann gripped the phone a little tighter than usual taken-a-back by the affect the sound of her neighbor's voice had on her.

"I was just wondering if you and Becky wanted to come over tomorrow morning," Beth enquired and held her breath. "I thought we could ... you know all have some fun together."

Maryann's stomach dropped and a sensation she now was very familiar with invaded her pussy.

"Harold won't be back until evening so we could spend the day ... you know—getting better acquainted."

Although she had a hard time imagining how they could be any better acquainted the 'fun together' part sold her so she agreed.