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My Niece Janelle, Chapter 8

  • Posted on January 14, 2017 at 12:29 pm

By Muffi

Editor’s Note: When posting the last-thus-far installments of “My Niece Janelle,” I made a major blunder in the process and left out an entire chapter. Unfortunately, the real Chapter 9 got posted as Chapter 8, so we are correcting that error here and now. Thanks to reader Dave for alerting me to my mistake, sincere apologies to those of you who have been reading this… and one extra-large serving of “I’m sorry,” to Muffi, wherever she may be. — JetBoy

My alarm was beeping insistently in my ear. With enormous effort, I forced my eyelids to open and peered at the clock sitting on the coffee table. Oh, God… 5:30. That would be in the AM. I groaned, and made myself sit up.

My mouth tasted as though the entire Russian army had marched through it during the night, a sure sign that I’d had too much wine. My face was throbbing, and surprisingly — at least to me — I felt a dull ache throughout my entire body. I was stiff all over, joints reluctant to obey me. I wondered vaguely if this was how Colleen was used to feeling every day when she woke up. I didn’t get it. The guy had punched me in the face, once. Why did my whole body hurt like this?

I needed a shower, and I needed caffeine — lots of it. I dragged my protesting body to the kitchen and got some coffee brewing, adding an extra couple of scoops. I wanted it strong. Then I slowly made my way up the stairs, moving as quietly as could.

In my room, I found Sara and Janelle under the covers and snoozing peacefully, their heads touching. I quietly grabbed jeans, a t-shirt and underwear, then slipped back into the hall and into the bathroom. I cautiously closed the door behind me, hoping that I wouldn’t wake Colleen. But it couldn’t wait — I had to have a hot shower.

I looked in the mirror and gasped. My face was a mess. My cheekbone was swollen to double its normal size, the skin looking tight and strained. There was a variety of different colors there, ranging from dark purple to pale yellow, along with varying shades of red and blue. I looked like I’d gone one round too many with a prize fighter and lost the bout.

Appearances can be deceiving, though. After all, he was in jail, and I wasn’t.

I turned on the shower, fiddling with the knob until it was as hot as I could stand. I stepped in, wincing as the fiery needles struck my skin. Once I’d adjusted to the temperature, I let the steaming water pour over my sore body, sighing as my muscles began to relax. I stood there for a good ten minutes, just soaking in the heat and steam. Finally, I reached for the soap and began to wash, taking extra care with my face. It still hurt like hell.

I shampooed and conditioned my hair, stood motionless beneath the water for a few minutes more, then reluctantly turned off the shower and stepped out. The steam was so thick that I almost couldn’t see the mirror, so I switched on the exhaust fan, then dried off, moisturized and, feeling nearly human again, brushed my teeth. That did the trick. Now I was ready for caffeine, and a return to the land of the living.

I dressed quickly and, still barefoot, went downstairs. I had time for a quiet cup of coffee before I needed to wake the girls for school, so I pulled out my big mug, the one with the word BITCH printed on the side in gothic lettering. I was feeling pretty bitchy this morning, too, only in a good way. I’d helped put an abusive husband and father in jail. The fact that he was also a crystal meth dealer was just icing on the cake. I’d also helped his wife to rip him off.

I grinned. Yeah, that’s right. I’m one badass bitch. Don’t you forget it, either.

I sipped my coffee slowly, gratefully. I’m seriously addicted to caffeine. It really is my one true vice. Okay, that and sex. Two vices.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later, Colleen cautiously peeped into the kitchen. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. I was again struck by how pretty she was. The change in her within the last eight hours had been nothing short of miraculous.

“Good morning,” I said. “You’re up so early… I thought you’d sleep in.”

“I thought so, too,” she replied. “But I just snapped awake. It took me a minute to realize that I didn’t dream what happened yesterday.”

I laughed quietly. “Nope, you sure didn’t. I have the colors to prove it, too,” I added, pointing at my swollen cheek. She winced.

“There’s coffee made, if you’d like some,” I said. “Or I have tea, if you’d rather.”

“No, coffee is exactly what I need right now,” she replied with a smile.

I pointed to the cupboard. “You’ll find a mug in there,” I said. “Sugar is on the table, and there’s cream in the fridge. Help yourself to what you need.”

“Black,” she said, “is the only way to drink coffee.”

“Oh, you and I will get along just fine,” I said with a snicker.

I watched as she poured herself a mug of coffee, then sat down with me at the table. For a few moments, we sat silently, sipping coffee and listening to the birds outside in the yard.

“Meagan,” she finally began, “I can’t begin to thank you…”

I cut her off. “Rule number one in my house from now on,” I said softly, “is that no one needs to offer any more thank yous to me, or to Michelle. We did what we thought was right, and that’s it. If you want to thank us, then just get that asshole out of your lives, start over again, and make Sara and yourself happy. That’s all the gratitude we need.”

She sat quietly for a moment, then gave me a smile. “Well, then,” she said, “I’ll thank Janelle instead. If she hadn’t made friends with Sara, none of this would have happened.” She hesitated. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“When Sara started school here, she really was kind of an outcast. I mean, I know she’s shy with people, but this time it seemed especially bad. She talked about the other kids always making fun of her, or just acting as if she wasn’t even there. She couldn’t make any friends. Then out of the blue, Janelle called, and invited Sara to her birthday party.” She fell silent.

“Go on,” I said softly, after a moment.

“Well, I guess I just wonder why she did that. I mean, Sara never mentioned Janelle, so I’m pretty sure they didn’t know each other very well when she invited her to the party. It seemed a little strange.”

“As near as I understand it,” I said, “it started one day at lunch. Janelle saw Sara sitting all by herself at a table, and decided to sit with her. She felt bad about of some of the names that the other kids were calling her.”

Colleen gave me a questioning look.

“Uhm… Well, frankly, they were calling her a little dyke. That was instigated by another girl named Sarah, only with an “H” at the end. Janelle doesn’t like that kind of thing.” I gazed steadily into Colleen’s eyes. “You see, she’s defensive about it, because of me.”

“Because of… Oh…” She hesitated, then smiled. “That would mean that Janelle doesn’t like it when people make assumptions about other people.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “She’s an odd kid in some ways. A hyperactive little bundle of energy, it’s true… but she’s also the kindest, wisest little girl I’ve ever known. Basically, she’s just a damn good kid. I’m really proud of her.”

“You won’t get any argument from me,” said Colleen. “Sara has really come out of her shell in these last few days. Having a friend has meant so much to her.”

“Janelle genuinely likes Sara, too,” I said. “She kicked some of her friends to the curb because they were being mean to Sara at the party. Literally threw them out of the house.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

“It was pretty funny, actually. After she told them to leave, poor Sara looked like she wanted to sink into the ground. Janelle just went back to her, and within about five minutes, they’d become the best of friends.”

Colleen shook her head. “Well, I’m grateful to her. Sara’s been a different kid since she’s known Janelle.”

I laughed. “Janelle can do that to a person.” Then I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Time to wake the girls.”

“I’ll get them,” said Colleen, then hesitated. “Uhm…”

“What?”

“You said last night that I might be able to — to borrow some clothes today?”

I nodded. “Of course! Just rummage around in the closet and find something that fits. Take whatever you need. I doubt that my bras will fit you, but there’s clean panties in the top dresser drawer. I brought an outfit from your house for Sara yesterday, but I didn’t even think to grab anything for you.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. “I’ll go wake the girls, and get them ready for school.”

“Okay,” I replied. “I’ll get their breakfast ready.”

The next hour was a flurry of activity as the girls tumbled into the kitchen, inhaled breakfast, then dashed back upstairs to get dressed, returning with backpacks on their shoulders. Colleen offered to drive them to school, and I didn’t argue with her.

When she and the girls had left, I called Michelle, who told me that she would be at the police station swearing out a search warrant for the Davidson property, and that Colleen and I should meet her there, soon as we could.

Later at the station, we gave our statements separately, each of us filing a complaint against the lardass. Colleen was something of a star during this process; it’s not very often in our area that the cops have a chance to make a bust as huge as this one was going to be. Most of the drug arrests in our area consisted of teenagers getting nabbed with a little bit of pot. A meth lab was big-time crimebusting for the local constabulary.

We then had to go through the process of documenting Colleen’s injuries. Michelle took the pictures, and I stayed with Colleen the whole time. I winced as she removed her clothes. He’d been smart enough not to leave marks on her face, but her back and legs were a mass of old and new bruises, ranging from black to a dull, mottled red. Everything was photographed, and Michelle gave Colleen the name of a counsellor who works with abused women and children. I hoped that she’d make an appointment. She needed someone to help her take back her life.

Before we left, Michelle told us that because Colleen had been the one to turn the lardass in for his drug operation, the District Attorney had ordered that the house and any property other than drug money and the manufacturing equipment itself would not be seized. That was good; it meant that Colleen and Sara would still have a home. She also told us that the search was being conducted at that moment, and that the house wouldn’t be available until late that evening.

I figured the place was probably going to be a mess once the police were done combing through it, so I offered to let Colleen and Sara stay with me again that night. Colleen refused, though, saying she wanted to get her home into order, starting with clearing out everything that belonged to her husband. She did ask if Sara could spend the night, though. Of course, I agreed. I had a feeling that Janelle would just love to have Sara in bed with her again.

By then it was getting close to lunchtime, so we stopped and had sandwiches and coffee before heading back to my place. When we arrived, Colleen told me that she wanted to go to the mall and pick up a few things for herself and Sara. Before leaving, she called her boss and told him she wouldn’t be in that evening. When she explained why, he apparently decided not to give her a hard time about it. She told him she’d be in the following day.

After Colleen left to do her shopping, I flopped onto the couch and took a long, deep breath. It had been non-stop craziness since yesterday afternoon, and my face was still throbbing dully. I was just about to turn on the television for background noise to nap to when I remembered my laptop… and how I’d used its webcam to record Janelle and Sara after they’d turned in last night.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel the need for a nap any longer.

I bounded up the stairs to my room and grabbed the laptop from the dresser, flopping back on my bed with it in my hands. I powered it up, then brought up the video file from the webcam capture.

At first, there was a few moments of silence, my bed the only thing visible on the screen. Then I saw Janelle and Sara come into the room and pile into my bed, laughing and complaining about having to change rooms. I watched myself enter a few seconds later, getting a t-shirt and panties from the dresser.

“Good night, you two,” I heard myself say as I exited, followed by the girls’ sing-song chorus of “Good night!” to me.

I held my breath, staring at the screen and hoping that they had chosen to continue with the little game of mutual self-exploration they were engaged in earlier. I wasn’t disappointed.

With hushed giggles, I watched them throw off the covers, sit up and quickly strip out of their t-shirts and underpants. Good idea, I told myself… and with a moan of desire, I paused the video and quickly shed my jeans and panties, carelessly tossing them on the floor. I left the shirt on, though, just in case I heard Colleen returning sooner than expected and I needed to dress quickly.

I settled back on the bed, shoulders and head propped up on a pillow and the laptop placed next to me. With a hand already between my legs, lightly stroking myself, I started the video again.

On my computer, The two girls were now lying side by side, the soft light from the two bedside lamps illuminating their naked bodies. Janelle, still in her role as teacher, was in a pose that was almost identical to my own that first time that I’d laid beside her, watching as she pleasured herself. Her head was propped on one hand, and the other was between her legs. She had a knee raised, allowing her fingers easy access to the soft folds of her sex. I followed Janelle’s intent gaze as she stared at the beautiful little girl lying next to her.

“See how good it feels if you make little circles?” Janelle whispered.

I watched as Sara followed Janelle’s suggestion, her first two fingers sliding smoothly into the cleft formed by her labia. Her hand began to move, and she gasped in astonishment.

“See? It feels awesome, huh?” said Janelle.

Sara’s eyes slowly drifted shut as she nodded in response. As I watched, her legs parted, allowing me to see more of her pretty pink pussy. I felt a spasm of lust as I watched her hips begin to rise and fall to the rhythm of her flexing wrist.

Hungry for pleasure, I dug two fingers into my pussy. It was soaking wet.

I could see Janelle’s hand moving slowly between her own legs as she stimulated herself while watching her friend. The look on her face was at once both focused and dreamy. She obviously enjoyed playing instructor on Sara’s first voyage of sexual self-discovery.

Amazed, I watched Janelle draw her hand from between her thighs and reach out to gently brush Sara’s left nipple with her fingertips. She was imitating what I’d done with her! I groaned, firmly rubbing the heel of my hand against my clit as I probed deeper into my pussy.

Sara’s mouth fell open as she gasped at Janelle’s touch, her hips thrusting faster now. Her eyes were still closed, and it was then that I saw Janelle’s head turn until she was staring at the webcam. It was as though she was gazing right into my eyes. Stunned, I watched her smile, then wink.

She knew! The little minx knew that the camera was on! And she was making damn sure that I had plenty to see, too. My pussy fairly gushed, warm liquid oozing over my fingers. I felt another spasm, accompanied by a deep warmth spreading like wildfire through my belly.

Grinning, Janelle turned back to Sara. Her hand, still touching her friend’s breast, now trailed lazily downward until her fingers were resting atop Sara’s, helping her masturbate. She then bent down and gently kissed Sara on the mouth. There was no response for a moment, then with a happy sigh, Sara begin to shyly return Janelle’s kiss.

As I watched, Sara’s free arm curled around Janelle’s neck, their kissing growing increasingly passionate. My heart was thudding violently as I saw Sara take her hand away from her mound, giving Janelle direct access to the glistening treasure between her legs. As Janelle slid one finger through the smooth folds of flesh, Sara’s hand moved to cover hers — not helping, just resting on top of the fingers that were now manipulating her sex.

My next surprise came when I saw Janelle place the tip of her index finger at the entrance of Sara’s slit, then carefully slide it inside the little girl… and a startled Sara gave a small whimper of fear, shaking her head from side to side as she pulled away. “D-don’t,” she stammered.

Janelle gazed down at her little lover. “Shhh… I won’t go in far, I promise,” she said soothingly. “Just the end of my finger, ‘kay? It’ll feel really good, you’ll see.”

After a moment, Sara nodded, though she still seemed uneasy. Janelle leaned down again to recapture Sara’s lips with her own as she gently stroked her friend’s labia, trying her best to rekindle the mood.

And as the intensity of their kiss rose, Janelle once again slid the tip of her finger into what must have been an amazingly tight little pussy. Sara gasped once, tensing momentarily; then slowly relaxed, sighing deeply as Janelle began to move that half-inch or so of her finger back and forth, penetrating her for what surely had to be the first time.

If Janelle was acting merely on instinct, she was doing an excellent job. As she continued to work her fingertip in and out of Sara’s pussy, her thumb began to toy with the tiny, budding clitoris. Sara’s hips were beginning to thrust almost violently; the muffled, mewling sounds of her arousal clearly audible even through the deep kiss the two were still locked in.

I felt yet another surge of heat shoot through my belly as Sara froze, her tiny ass raised up from the bed. Then, with a violent shudder, she locked her arms around Janelle’s neck, whimpering her way through what appeared to be an amazing orgasm.

When Sara finally relaxed, sinking down into the bed, her face was a study in wonder and amazement. She tried several times to speak, but couldn’t seem to get any words to come out. Janelle had moved up to lie next to her, cradling the small body to her own, stroking Sara’s hair and whispering something that I couldn’t quite catch. I saw her eyes shift to the camera again, that slow, almost insolent smile spreading across her face for an instant. The little wench knew exactly what she was doing, even if I wasn’t quite sure what her game was.

“Ohmygod, Janelle,” Sara finally managed, “that was crazy!”

“I told ya it was awesome,” Janelle replied, nuzzling Sara’s forehead.

Then Sara raised her head, staring into Janelle’s eyes with what I would have to call a penetrating gaze. “Where’d you learn how ta do that?”

I felt a little stab of fear at the base of my spine. Shit, I should have seen that one coming…

“I can’t tell ya,” Janelle said. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“Was it somebody at school? You can trust me, Janelle. Who was it? Pleeeease?”

“Nuh-uh,” said Janelle, shaking her head. “I can’t. I promised, and I don’t break promises.”

Sara gave Janelle a mock pout, then lay back down with a sigh. Her clasped hands were resting on her chest as Janelle held her close.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Um… are we dykes now?”

I saw Janelle shrug her shoulders. “I dunno,” she said. “Even if we are, does it matter?”

“The kids at school will think so,” Sara replied.

“Yeah, kids like Sarah and her stupid friends,” scoffed Janelle. “Who cares what they think? Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna go ta school tomorrow an’ run around tellin’ everybody.”

Sara giggled. Janelle continued to stroke her skin and hair, gently kissing her face every now and then.

“Janelle?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can we do it again?”

Janelle smiled and bent down to kiss her briefly on the mouth. “Course we can, silly. If we ask, we’ll be able ta have sleepovers almost all the time, I bet.”

“No, that’s not… Well, yeah, I’d like that too. But, I mean…” Sara hesitated for a moment. “I mean, can we do it again right now?”

Janelle grinned. “Well, yeah, if you wanna.”

Sara pushed herself up onto her elbows so that she was staring deep into Janelle’s eyes. “Yeah,” she said softly. “I really wanna do it again.”

The two girls stared at each other for a moment, then, slowly, their lips came together in a tender kiss.

Janelle’s hand slid languidly down along Sara’s flank, making the girl shiver; I was certain that if the camera had been closer, I would have seen goosebumps on her skin.

Janelle broke the kiss first, brushing Sara’s hair back with one hand. “Want me ta show you somethin’ that’s even better than what we just did?” she asked.

“Better?” said Sara, her voice incredulous. “No way. Nothin’ could be better than that was.”

“You wanna bet?” said Janelle, grinning. “Lay back, and I’ll show ya.”

Sara quickly positioned herself on her back, head and shoulders resting on the pillow. Janelle rose to her knees, flashing a quick look at the camera and raising her eyebrows for an instant. That little witch! She scooted forward so that she was kneeling between Sara’s thighs. Leaning over to place a hand on either side of her wide-eyed lover, Janelle bent down to hover above Sara, their faces about an inch apart.

“Just stay like that,” she whispered. “This is gonna be awesome.” And she claimed Sara’s mouth with hers.

As Sara’s arms snaked around Janelle’s neck, I gazed in a lust-filled agony at the sight on the screen: Sara, flat on her back and legs spread wide, the pale pink folds of her pussy exposed and waiting for Janelle’s loving attention. As for Janelle, she was on her hands and knees, thighs parted slightly so that I could see her plump labia and, just above, the tightly crinkled rosebud of her anus.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I was nearly mad with desire, desperate for release. I hit pause, and with that image frozen on the screen, I rampaged through my first orgasm of the day, vibrating from head to foot in sweet ecstasy. I was so turned on that it happened in a matter of seconds.

When the room had stopped spinning, I took a deep breath and started the video again. The realization that Janelle had known she was being recorded gave this entire scene a whole new significance. My little lover had been performing for me. She knew that I would be watching this, and she knew what I’d be doing while I watched.

Enraptured, fingers still roaming through the dripping folds of my pussy, I drank in the sight of my niece — my lover — as she began to kiss Sara’s neck, gradually moving downwards until she was nuzzling the pale pink nipples. She might have been a little awkward at first, but she’d clearly been paying attention to what I’d done with her. Janelle took her time, pleasuring Sara with her fingers, lips, tongue… and little Sara was beginning to move to the rhythm of an ages-old dance on my bed as she responded to her partner’s caresses.

I moaned in anticipation as Janelle kissed a path down Sara’s body until she lay between her thin legs, inches from the girl’s baby-smooth vulva, moistening her lips before moving in to take that first taste of pussy. And even though Janelle’s head blocked me from getting a more explicit view of the action, Sara’s response to what could only have been a warm, wet tongue on her sensitive folds more than made up for that. The little girl’s head rolled from side to side as her panting grew increasingly heated.

I felt another climax building quickly, hot tendrils of electricity spreading through my lower belly. The slippery walls of my pussy contracted around my busy fingers, and my hips fell naturally into a rhythm that matched Sara’s on the computer screen. Together, she and I were working our way to a mutual orgasm, and I was pretty sure that mine was going to be of epic proportions.

Janelle had wrapped her arms under and around Sara’s thighs, hands resting flat on her lover’s hips. I gaped as her strawberry blonde head bobbed up and down, my imagination supplying the image of her little pink tongue lapping eagerly at Sara’s bare pussy.

Sara suddenly stuffed a knuckle into her mouth, telling me without words that Janelle had found her clitoris. And as the child’s muffled wail rose, I attacked my own clit with renewed abandon. Her body suddenly went rigid along with mine, the two of us uniting across time in a shattering orgasm, my choked cry of pleasure mingling with her disbelieving gasps of ecstasy as they crackled through the tiny speakers of the computer.

Shivering and twitching in the aftershocks of my rapture, I struggled to catch my breath as I watched Sara gradually drift back to earth. Her mouth loosened its grip on her hand, then she slowly relaxed, sinking into the bed’s comforting embrace as her chest heaved.

Janelle rested her head on Sara’s upper thigh, one hand gently stroking the glistening petals of her young lover’s pussy.

“I did it… I really did it!” an awed Janelle quietly exclaimed.

“What d’you mean?” asked Sara breathlessly.

Janelle was actually blushing. “Well… I never really did that before,” she said. “I mean, I had it done ta me, but I never actually did it ta someone else before.”

Sara was silent for a moment, then gave her friend a shy grin. “Well, it was pretty awesome anyway.”

“Really?” Janelle lifted her head to look at Sara. “Did you really like it?”

“Ohmygod, yes! That was the most awesome thing I ever felt!”

Janelle giggled. “See? I told ya it was gonna be even better.”

“Boy, it sure was,” said Sara, sighing contentedly.

Janelle squirmed her way up to the head of the bed until she was lying next to Sara. The two girls wrapped their arms around one another, kissing and nuzzling, whispered giggles issuing from the speakers. They looked so utterly adorable, yet so incredibly erotic at the same time.

Finally, they lay back, looking up at the ceiling, hands clasped together between them.

“Do I taste weird?” asked Sara, suddenly curious. “Y’know… down there?”

Janelle shook her head. “Nuh-uh. It tastes kinda nice. Strange, but in a nice way.”

I could see their eyelids beginning to grow heavy. They’d apparently worn themselves out.

“Janelle?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time,” Sara said, “would it be okay if I do it ta you?”

Janelle smiled as she turned to face Sara. “Yeah,” she whispered. “If you really want to, I’d like that.”

“I really want to,” said Sara. She paused. “Ya know what?”

“What?”

“If this makes us dykes,” Sara said, “then I don’t care. That was the coolest thing I’ve ever done!”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Janelle said, grinning.

The two settled in, pulling the covers over themselves and cuddling together. A few moments later, I could tell that they were fast asleep. Janelle was even snoring lightly. I smiled at that.

There was about fifteen minutes left of the recording, a steady view of the two girls cuddled in one another’s arms as they slept. Then I came into the room to get Colleen a pair of pajamas, pausing before I left to turn off the webcam.

I closed the viewer, powered down the laptop, and lay back on my bed, mind whirling. Janelle had been into what they were doing, that was obvious. But she’d also seemed to take a mischievous delight in letting me know she was aware that I was spying on them.

Suddenly I wondered if she’d like the idea of using the webcam to capture the two of us making love some time, so she could watch it later. Something told me that she would. Hell, I’d probably be into that myself.

Much as I hated to, I needed to get up and put some clothes on before Colleen returned. What I really wanted to do was start the video over again. I couldn’t risk that, though. After all, it wouldn’t do to have Colleen walk in on me masturbating as I watched Janelle bring her daughter to orgasm. Try explaining something like that to a parent…

Quickly dressing, I went downstairs to my office, taking the laptop with me. I quickly copied the video over to my desktop machine, then encrypted the file.

That taken care of, I went to the garage and pulled two rats from the freezer to feed Ellie and Nellie later in the evening. Maybe Sara would like to do that. I also made a mental note to stop by Janelle’s tomorrow so that we could feed her boa.

That’s when it hit me. I’d told Colleen that Sara could spend the night, but Janelle and I had to leave at about five in the morning for the trip to see her grandfather. I’d have to tell Colleen that I wouldn’t be able to take Sara after all.

I pulled a package of ground beef from the freezer for dinner. I figured that I’d make burgers tonight, since Janelle doesn’t like the onions in my meatloaf recipe. Wanting to give the kids something besides meat and bread, I decided to make potato salad as well. I’d charbroil the burgers on the grill, and we’d have ourselves a real summertime meal. Quick, easy and delicious.

I was draining the potatoes when Colleen made her triumphant return, several large bags heavier and a wide grin on her face.

“Well, hi there!” I greeted her, as she came into the kitchen. “You look pretty happy.”

“I had a blast today!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t go crazy, but I got a couple of new outfits for me and Sara. It felt so good to finally buy something decent for her to wear.”

I grinned. “Yeah, it’s amazing what a new outfit can do to lift your spirits, isn’t it?”

Colleen laughed. “Oh, Meagan, you have no idea.”

“Sara will be overjoyed, I’m sure,” I said.

Colleen took in what I was doing. “Potato salad?” she asked. I nodded. Then she spotted the rats, in their vacuum-sealed packages, lying on the counter.

“Uhm… What are those?” she asked, her eyes suddenly huge.

“That’s right,” I said, laughing as I rinsed my hands and dried them. “With all the excitement yesterday, you didn’t get to see Ellie and Nellie.” She looked at me curiously. “Come on,” I said. “Sara’s already met them, and she thinks they’re just too cool.”

I led the way into the living room and pointed out the two large glass terrariums. Colleen gasped at the sight. “That one is Ellie,” I said, pointing, “and that’s Nellie.” Colleen just stood and stared. “Uhm, you aren’t afraid of snakes, are you?”

“No, not at all,” said Colleen. “They’re just so… so big!”

“Yeah, I kind of spoil them,” I said. “They eat more than a lot of pet snakes do.”

“You said Sara has… met them?”

I nodded. “Yes, she has. She’s even held them for a little while.”

Colleen stared at me in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding! She wasn’t afraid?”

“She didn’t seem to be,” I replied. “Janelle was with her, so she might have been trying not to let it show that she was scared, but I don’t think so. She seemed to think that holding snakes was pretty cool, actually.”

“Well, I’m not afraid,” Colleen said, “but I’ll leave holding them to someone else.”

“Don’t worry. Most people feel that way,” I laughed.

As we walked back to the kitchen, I remembered about the trip the next day. “Colleen, I’m really sorry, but I’m not going to able to keep Sara tonight.”

I told her what was going on… how Janelle and I would be leaving early in the morning, much too early to take Sara to school. Then I added, “Of course, if you don’t mind her taking a day off from school, she could just go with us. We’ll be coming back pretty late tomorrow night, but I could always let her stay here with Janelle again.”

Colleen hesitated. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” she asked. “I mean, this is really family time, isn’t it?”

“Actually, it would be a good thing if she did come,” I replied. “He’s my brother-in-law’s dad, so I’m not immediate family. I like him, and I’ll want to visit for a few minutes, but Janelle’s the one who needs to be there with her parents and grandparents. To be honest, I’d appreciate having Sara along to keep me company. We could go hang out at the mall or something.”

Colleen nodded soberly. “It would be a huge help to me, if you’re sure it’s okay. I’m not off work again until Sunday, so it would be nice if Sara has someone to be with her while I’m at the diner.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled,” I said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll just bring her here tomorrow night, and then take her home Saturday morning, so you can spend some time with her. If you want, you can drop her off here on your way to work Saturday, and if it’s okay for her to wait up, just pick her up on your way home. After that…” I paused to think. “After that, we’ll work on finding a regular sitter for her at your house. Until then, though, we’ll wing it, and she can stay with me when you’re working.”

Colleen nodded. “Thanks, Meagan. And don’t you dare tell me not to thank you! I don’t know if I’d be able to manage all of this without your help.”

I could see the sincerity in her eyes. “You’re very welcome, Colleen,” I said. “Seriously, I like Sara. She’s fun to have around, and she helps keep Janelle out of my hair when she’s here.”

She smiled shyly at me. “I’m glad we’re becoming friends, Meagan,” she said. “It means so much to me.”

“I’m glad, too,” I replied. I meant it, too. I had really come to care about this woman.

No, not like that. I know what you’re thinking, but I was in love… and my heart’s desire was a third-grade girl who hadn’t come home from school yet.

While it was still on my mind, I excused myself to phone my sister Kate. I filled her in on everything that had happened, and told her that Sara would be coming along with myself and Janelle. She asked me if I was okay. When I told her that I wouldn’t be winning any beauty contests, she wanted to know what else was new. The bitch.

By then, it was almost time to pick the girls up from school. Once again, Colleen volunteered for taxi duty, so I told her that she could eat with us before going home to start cleaning up whatever mess the cops had left behind.

While she was gone, I finished the potato salad and made hamburger patties. I started a fresh pot of coffee, and was just about to kick back and relax when the two girls came tearing into the house, shrieking with laughter. Well, so much for relaxation, I thought, rolling my eyes.

Colleen was a few steps behind them, a grin on her face. “Watch out!” she giggled, “they’re both pretty wound up.”

Janelle went straight to the refrigerator, rummaging for a snack. She turned around with two apples, handing one to Sara before taking a huge bite out of hers. “Hi, Aunt Meagan!” she cried, around a mouthful of half-chewed apple.

I shook my head, giving her a look of grave concern. “Janelle, I don’t know how you survive the school day,” I said. “You have to go, what, three whole hours without eating? Two times a day, even — before and after lunch!”

Janelle grinned. “That’s why I eat so much when I get home,” she said.

“Sara,” Colleen said, barely able to contain her excitement, “why don’t you come with me? I have a couple of surprises for you.”

“Surprises?” Sara gasped. “What kinda surprises?”

“Oh, I did some shopping today,” Colleen replied. “Not a lot, but I got some things for you. Come on, let’s take a look.”

The two of them left the kitchen. I heard the rustle of plastic bags, and a delighted squeal from Sara. I guess she must have peeked.

I turned back to Janelle, giving her “the look.”

“All right, young lady,” I said quietly, but with an expression of mock-severity. “You have some explaining to do.”

She gave me a surprised look. “What?” she said.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me today?”

She stared at me for a moment longer. Then I saw her struggle to keep from smiling as her eyes widened innocently. “What’d I do?” she asked, with an guileless blink.

I took a step closer to her. “You know very well what you did, you sexy little witch,” I said in a stage whisper.

Her face transformed, a sly smile spreading across her features. “Did you like what you saw?” she asked, her eyes intent.

I leaned down and kissed her, giving her lips a quick swipe with my tongue. “I came twice watching you,” I breathed into her ear.

“I was wishin’ it was you I was doin’ it to,” she said softly.

“Soon, Sweetie, I promise. I can’t wait.” I nuzzled the side of her neck, then straightened. “But I’m a little hurt, too,” I said, pouting at her. “I wanted to be the first pussy you kissed.”

She gave me a rather seductive smile. “I was practicin’ for ya,” she said softly. “Now I know what I’m doin’ a lot better.”

“From the way Sara was reacting, I’d say that’s true,” I replied. She actually blushed. “Tell me… how did you know I was recording you?”

She grinned. “I didn’t, not for sure. But I ‘membered how you got that picture of Sara’s back, an’ I saw the little blue light was on, so I kinda hoped you were gonna watch us.”

I reached out and tapped the tip of Janelle’s nose with my finger. “You have an evil little mind,” I said. “I like that about you.”

A muffled shout came from upstairs. “Janelle! Come see what my Mom got for me!”

Janelle gave me a quick apple-flavored kiss and bounded from the kitchen. I watched her go, staring appreciatively at that perfect little butt until she was out of sight, then sighing deeply.

I was hopelessly, helplessly, head-over-heels in love. It was wonderful.

Sara came skipping into the kitchen a few minutes later, grinning from ear to ear. She did a rather awkward pirouette for me, showing off new blue jeans, a pretty pink sleeveless top with a scalloped neckline, and brand new sneakers.

“Look at you,” I said excitedly. “You look hot, girl!”

She blushed prettily, suddenly returning to her shy demeanor with me. Quietly, though, she said, “And there’s four more outfits, too. My Mom got ‘em for me today.” She hesitated for a moment, her pretty face suddenly touched by worry. “I just hope…”

“What, Sweetheart?”

“My Dad.” She spoke in a near-whisper.

I dropped to my knees before Sara, wrapping my arms around her. Stroking the back of her head, I said quietly, right next to her ear, “Sara, you listen to me, okay, Sweetie? I mean it — listen to me. He is not going to get out of jail, not for a long, long time. And even when he does get released, you and your Mom are going to be long gone from here. He’s not going to be able to find you. You and your Mom are safe now, Baby. You’re safe, and he can’t hurt you anymore.”

Sara pulled back to search my eyes. “You promise?”

“I do,” I replied. “And I don’t break promises.”

Sara looked at me strangely for a moment, then nodded, seemingly satisfied. I released her from the hug and stood as Colleen came into view, following Janelle into the kitchen. Colleen looked at me curiously, but I gave a quick shake of my head.

Janelle wanted to know if she and Sara could watch a movie; and I agreed, watching the two of them head into the living room. When they were gone, Colleen looked at me.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Just a little nervousness,” I replied. “She was worried her father might get out. I promised her that was not going to happen.”

“You know,” she said with a sigh, “I’m actually beginning to believe that.”

“Honey, Michelle is going to make sure that not only will they throw the book at him, but the entire library. Trust me on that. She’s one formidable cop.”

“I can believe that,” Colleen sighed. “She looks like someone you don’t want to mess with.”

“That’s Michelle,” I laughed. “Just ask your husband.”

“I would have paid good money to see him taken down by a woman,” she said, suddenly giggling.

“I wish I could describe it for you, but I was down, too, and all I saw was stars. I heard the gun go off, though. I thought she shot him for a minute there.” Her eyes widened. “It was a warning shot. He wouldn’t listen when she told him to stop. He was going to keep coming for me. She fired in the air, and I guess that stopped him dead in his tracks.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Now I’m even more impressed with her. She’s quite a woman.”

“Anyway,” I said, “enough about the lardass. Why don’t we skip doing dinner here, and go to McMurphy’s and have burgers for dinner, and then you can head over to your place to start getting things back in order. The girls will love going out to eat. Then we can come back here, and you can head out to your place.”

“That works for me,” Colleen replied. “Sara will love going out in her new clothes. God, five little outfits, and you’d think I was a goddess.”

“Yeah, well, she’s not used to being allowed to have nice things,” I said. “Something tells me that’s about to change, though.”

“Oh, you bet it is,” she said vehemently. “The sooner the better, too. Nice things for herself, and a nice home, too. Speaking of which, I’m going to need to pick your brain on who I can hire around here to do a few fix-up and remodeling jobs for me.”

I grinned. “I just happen to have a brother-in-law who is very good at that kind of thing. And he won’t gouge you on the price. In fact, if he knows you’re my friend, he’ll cut you a deal.”

“Excellent! We’ll talk about that later, then. Let’s round up the girls. I’m starving!”

“Me, too,” I said. “Let’s get going.”

And as Colleen and I left the house, one question preyed on my mind: Should I let the girls sleep with me tonight?

Come what may, it promised to be a very interesting evening…

Continue on to Chapter 9

Part Two of Well, why not?

  • Posted on January 13, 2017 at 1:33 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Sex with my sister was totally amazing. Unlike Claudia — who’d been as much a novice as I was — Brooke had years of experience in making women feel good, along with the benefit of who knows how many partners. Very many, I’m sure. In any case, she seemed to sense exactly what I needed at any given moment.

She began that night by kissing me, just kissing, for the longest time. This seemed to go on forever, and I loved every second of it. Eventually she moved to my neck, sucking and licking and kissing, then to my throat, then to my chest, opening my blouse, pushing up my bra, making love with my nipples.

Oh my god, nothing had ever felt so good. What she could do with my breasts! I swear, Brooke almost made me come just by biting and sucking on my nipples.

Soon after that, when she opened my slacks and slid a hand down inside, finding my juicy wetness, I came almost instantly.

That made her laugh. “Well, I guess you really did need it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah… I did…” I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“You can come more than once, I hope?” she asked.

“Uh-huh… yeah, but… I should do you too.”

My sister shook her head. “No, not yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Right now you deserve the full treatment.”

By ‘the full treatment’, she meant oral sex, and can I say it again? Oh my god, what she could do to me! Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt so good. With her lips, her tongue, and her fingers, Brooke made me come over and over again, more times than I could count.

Finally I couldn’t take any more and just had to push her away. My clit was so sensitive by then it was like I had a live wire attached to it, sparking and tingling. Any more contact would be unendurable.

While I took a break, Brooke peeled off her clothes to show me her most recent tattoos. One was right in the center of her chest, between her small breasts: a stylized pink heart, with the words, My heart belongs to her.

“Who’s ‘her’?” I asked.

Brooke grinned. “Anyone. Whoever I’m making love with.”

“Oh, okay.”

The other new tattoo was lower on her body, on the smooth mound just above her shaved pussy. It was a pair of lips, a woman’s puckered red lips, and the caption said, Kiss me.

“You want to?” Brooke said.

“What?”

“You want to kiss me here?” She rubbed her fingers over the painted lips. Brooke was completely naked now, standing beside the couch. I still wore my blouse and bra, but that was all.

She swung a leg over to kneel above me. I was lying on my back. My sister’s sex was right there, inches away. Her pussy lips were shiny and wet. I could smell her arousal, musky and tempting. She played with herself for a moment, massaging her labia, sliding her fingers inside her slit, coating them with her juices.

“Here, you wanna taste me?”

Brooke held a glistening finger in front of my mouth. I parted my lips and she slipped the finger inside. She tasted wonderful, absolutely delicious.

I sucked and licked the finger, then whispered, “I want more. I want you, Brooke. I want to eat you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure, very sure.”

My sister lowered her pussy to my mouth. She was so gooey, so wet, so tasty. It was like eating a yummy sweet dessert. I licked and sucked and swallowed, running my tongue and lips all around, feasting on her.

“Fuck me,” she urged. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

So I did. I slid two fingers deep inside her hot, slippery cunt, fucking her as I sucked on her clit. Within a few seconds she started to come.

* * *

After that first incredible night, I had sex with Brooke only a few more times during the couple of weeks she stayed with us. It would have been more than that, probably much more, if things had been different. I certainly wanted more, but I wasn’t willing to do it when Audrey was at home.

I hadn’t minded having my daughter know about me and Claudia. We’d made no effort to hide that from her. But it was different with Brooke, obviously. She wasn’t simply a close friend — she was my own sister. I could never let Audrey know what was going on between us.

Of course, as you might expect, Audrey was totally fascinated with Brooke, captivated by her. All those gaudy tattoos, her piercings, the wild stories she would tell about her crazy adventures traveling around the country and around the world — Audrey couldn’t get enough. For a curious 11-year-old, this was quite an education.

“I want one like that, Mom,” said Audrey one night after dinner, pointing to a colorful tattoo of a unicorn on Brooke’s left shoulder. “Just like that. It’s so pretty.”

I shook my head firmly. “No, you are not getting a tattoo. Not until you’re at least 16. We can talk about it then, maybe, but I’m not making any promises.”

“Oh, come on, Mom, just one?” Audrey pleaded. “Maybe like right down here, where no one would ever see it? Just a tiny little heart or something?”

She’d tugged her sweat pants and panties down on one side, showing the smooth bare skin next to her crotch. My daughter’s vulva was covered, but just barely. I found myself feeling strangely turned on by this, though not understanding why. Audrey was still a little girl, after all — not to mention my own child — so there was really no excuse for me to have any sexual interest in her. I couldn’t deny what I felt, though, but did my best to shake it off.

“No!” I insisted, perhaps too loudly. “I mean it, no tattoos. I’m not going to change my mind.”

Undaunted, Audrey asked, “Do you have any someplace like this, Aunt Brooke? Where no one can see ‘em?”

“Well, yeah, actually I do. But, um, some of them are kind of, you know, grown up, and your mom might not like me showing them to you.”

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Not until you’re older, Audrey. I’m sorry, but you’re just too young for that.”

She grumbled and complained and argued, but I wouldn’t give in. Audrey would have to content herself with admiring Brooke’s body art that was not in such private places. And I would have to try to forget that I’d become aroused so inappropriately.

* * *

Far too soon, my sister moved on, traveling away somewhere else. I begged her to stay longer, but I’m sure it was awkward for Brooke, having to pretend, at my insistence, that nothing sexual had happened between us. So she said goodbye, promising to call and email, and got on a Greyhound bus.

For me, it was back once again to the porn and the vibrator. Now, however, that didn’t seem like enough, not nearly enough. I wanted to be with someone, touching them, kissing them. But I wasn’t getting any offers for dates. No men were asking me out — and no women either, for that matter — though I wasn’t making much effort at attracting people of either sex.

I was lonely and depressed. Not long after Brooke departed, Claudia announced that Spencer had been promoted to a management position at his company and was being transferred to another city — and she was going with him. There was even talk of marriage. I was happy for her, of course, and for him too, but I missed her terribly.

The months went by. Nothing but going to work in the morning, coming home at night, fixing dinner, checking Audrey’s homework, then getting into bed alone with my vibe. Blah.

* * *

“Are you okay, Mom?”

Audrey sat down beside me on the couch. It was 9:30 on a Friday night. I was watching TV, mindlessly, not really caring what was on, wearing old slippers and a tattered bathrobe.

My daughter was in her jammies, tight pink terry shorts and a big t-shirt, her usual nightwear. She patted my leg. “Anything I can do for you?”

“No, that’s okay, sweetie, I’m fine. Don’t worry about your old mom.”

“You’re not old.” Audrey put her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. We remained quiet a little while, and then she said, “You miss her, don’t you?”

“Who?” I asked. “You mean Claudia?”

“No. Well, her too — but I mean your sister, Aunt Brooke. I think you miss her even more.”

I nodded, “Mm, yeah, you’re right. I do miss her.”

In the year since Brooke had left, we’d heard from her fairly often. She was in Denver now, tending bar at a nightclub, and had a girlfriend of course. They were living together, sharing an apartment. That was typical for her. My sister always seemed to have a girlfriend, if not more than one, wherever she went.

I was glad for her, but also envious. Why was it so much harder for me to meet people? A man, a woman — by then I really didn’t care — just so it was someone, someone to love.

Audrey seemed to read my thoughts. “You have me. I love you.”

“I know you do, honey.” I turned and kissed her cheek.

“And Dad loves you. Even if, you know,” she added with a grin.

“I know he does, and I love him too. Even if, you know.”

We giggled together. My ex was in a committed relationship with another man, a sweet guy named Hector. It reminded me of that old standard, They’re writing songs of love, but not for me…

I sighed, switching the channel to something else I didn’t want to watch. Audrey snuggled closer. We sat together, feeling warm and comfy, letting the banal images and sounds from the TV flow over us.

Finally I turned it off. “It’s crap,” I complained. “It’s all crap.”

Audrey chuckled. She nuzzled my neck with her nose. It tickled, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. For a fleeting moment I wished that I’d put some perfume on — except what the hell was I thinking? Why would I want to smell nice? I loved my daughter very much, but not like that.

On the other hand…

I looked down at her long bare legs, curled up beside mine. Like me, Audrey was tall and slim, with dark hair and brown eyes, but with a much prettier face. She resembled Brooke more than me. Lucky for her, I thought.

At 12 years old, my daughter was beginning to acquire a womanly form, even if her chest was still mostly flat. But her legs were just so lovely, so shapely and appealing, no longer the thin stems of a little girl.

Audrey squirmed, pressing closer to me. I glanced at her face. Her eyes were shut. She was breathing softly. I wondered if she might fall asleep that way.

I allowed my gaze to take her in some more. She was attractive, there was no doubt about that. You could do worse for a lover, a lot worse. If she was someone I’d met, and if she was a little older, maybe 14 or 15 — but come on, that was ridiculous. I could never have sex with someone that age.

Closing my eyes, I laid my head back on the couch, doing my best to relax, to calm down, maybe to doze off.

But it was no use. I couldn’t help myself. The desire was just too powerful.

Slowly I raised my head again, studying her, my eyes running up and down her beautiful body. I licked my lips as I admired her form. If only she wasn’t so young, and if only she wasn’t my daughter… now stop it, I told myself. You shouldn’t even think about things like that. It’s wrong.

And yet, it was so very, very tempting. What would it be like to touch her, to slide my hand along her smooth thigh, to cup her round bottom? All right, so maybe I would never really do anything with her, not with my own child, but there was nothing wrong with engaging in a little fantasy, was there?

As I had that thought, Audrey let out a soft sigh. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered, then tenderly kissed my neck.

I suppressed a gasp. A tingle in my center made me squeeze my legs together, stimulating my clit. My nipples were hard and throbbing. My body certainly seemed to want this, even if my mind wasn’t sure.

Audrey kissed my neck a second time, her lips warm and moist. Another shiver passed through me, this one stronger than before. God, it felt so damn good when she kissed me that way.

I’d been resting my hands in my lap. Now I pressed down with the heel of my left hand, pushing my fist into my crotch, trying to rub myself inconspicuously through my robe. I placed the other hand on Audrey’s thigh, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm,” she breathed, nuzzling my neck.

Slowly, I slid my hand up my daughter’s leg until I reached her tight pink shorts. When she showed no negative reaction — quite the opposite in fact, squirming and sighing, apparently in pleasure — I caressed her bottom, fondling her cheeks, stroking along her crack, and not in a motherly way at all.

Audrey moaned and kissed my neck again, her lips seeming to linger. Did I feel the touch of her tongue? I was pushing hard with my fist into my crotch now, rubbing up and down, no longer attempting to disguise my actions.

I could hardly believe what was happening, but I didn’t stop to think too much about it. I took the next step, reaching above the waistband of her shorts, then slipping my hand inside, touching my daughter’s bare butt.

She shuddered, giving a little squeal of excitement. “I love you, Mom,” she said, kissing and licking my neck.

We were on the brink, and I knew it — right on the brink of incest. There was still time at this point to call a halt. Audrey and I could get up and go to bed in our separate rooms, pretending nothing had ever happened. As the years went by, we might even forget all about it.

But that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to keep going. Should I really do that, though?

I quickly made the decision. Yes, I should.

After all, I’d had sex with another woman, Claudia, thinking at first I might not like that, and totally loved it. I’d had sex with Brooke, my own sister, and that was unbelievably great. I loved Audrey even more than I loved Brooke or Claudia, and I badly needed someone. I was craving sex, and if she wanted it too — well, why not?

First, however, I had to make sure that my daughter really did want it as much as me.

With one hand still inside her shorts, fingers caressing her bare bottom, I used the other hand to undo the sash on my robe, tugging it open. Underneath I wore nothing but a pair of panties, nothing especially sexy, just ordinary satin panties. Spreading my legs, I shoved my hand inside, rubbing myself, masturbating unashamedly.

Audrey’s eyes were open. She’d raised her head from my shoulder and was staring down between my legs.

“I have to,” I told her. “I have to come. I need it, I really do. But, I mean, you don’t have to stay. You can go to bed now if you want.”

“No, I, um…” Audrey began, in a small voice. “I’ll go to bed, Mom, if you want me to. But, I’d rather stay, if that’s all right. And maybe, like, help you if I can.”

I smiled at her, and she smiled back, love and desire in her eyes.

Removing my hand from the back of her shorts, I took her wrist and guided my daughter’s fingers to my crotch, slipping them inside my panties to join my other hand.

“You can help me,” I said. “You can help me feel very good.”

“Okay.”

“Do you want me to help you too?”

Her big brown eyes were even bigger now. “You mean…?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “I want to touch you. I want to play with your pussy.”

“Oh my god, Mom, yes!”

Despite all the sexual tension I was feeling, her childish enthusiasm made me laugh out loud. “You want it that much?” I asked. “Have you been thinking about it?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded eagerly.

“Really? For how long?”

“Um, well, since Aunt Brooke was here last year. Since then.”

“But — did you — did you know?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I know you guys were trying to hide it and everything, but I could just tell. It was easy. And anyway, that one night when she went in your room, I could hear you.”

I’d been so careful, or so I thought, to keep Audrey from finding out what was happening between me and my sister — but evidently she’d known all along.

“You could hear us?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

On the final night of Brooke’s visit, the evening before she left, she’d come to my room after we were all in bed. Her other nights she’d spent on the living room couch. But that evening she came in and slipped into bed with me, naked. I allowed her to stay, and we made love one last time. I’d tried to be quiet, though obviously hadn’t been quiet enough.

“You knew, and you didn’t mind?” I asked Audrey.

“No, um, in fact, well…”

“What, honey? Tell me.”

“Well, when I was listening to you that night, and um, and before then too, on other nights when I was just thinking about it, I, you know, I played with myself. It made me really really excited.”

“You played with yourself? While you were listening to us that night?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And did you… did you come?”

My daughter smiled. “Yeah, I did. It was nice.”

As we were having this intimate conversation, I’d slipped my hand down the front of Audrey’s shorts, inside her panties, and begun caressing her. She was rubbing my clit too.

“I’m glad you told me about that,” I said to her. “And I’m also glad that, well, that the things I did with Brooke didn’t upset you or anything.”

“No, of course not. I thought it was totally cool. It made you happy, I could see that. And then, um, after she left, I started thinking, you know, if you did that stuff with your sister, maybe you’d do it with me too.”

“Mmm, is that what you want?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Okay, let’s do it, honey. Let’s make each other feel good.”

* * *

My daughter and I didn’t do a whole lot that evening, at least not at first. We masturbated one another, and that was amazing, incredibly hot. We each reached climax more than once. But after that I think we were both unsure what should happen next, if anything — and so we soon got up and went to bed, separately.

I lay naked in the dark, thinking about everything, worrying, concerned I might have done something very wrong, made a big mistake. I was trying hard to convince myself that perhaps it wouldn’t happen again, that this was only a one-time thing… while at the same time I was also rubbing my pussy as I recalled the wonderful feeling of my little girl’s fingers working between my legs.

I was a mess that night, an aroused, confused mess of contradictions.

Then my bedroom door slowly opened. Audrey stepped inside.

“Mom?” she whispered. “Are you awake?”

As I sat up, the sheets fell away, revealing my bare breasts in the dim light. I didn’t attempt to cover myself, but said, “Yes, I’m awake. What is it, honey? Are you okay?”

My daughter was in a pair of panties, tiny bikini panties, and a little crop top, her breast buds poking through. This was not her usual bedtime attire — but oh my god, did she look sexy!

Leaving the door open, she moved closer to the bed. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Um, sure, of course you can. Do you want to… do you want to get in bed with me?”

“Okay,” she giggled, hopping in to sit beside me.

I thought for a moment about pulling up the sheets to cover my boobs, but decided not to. The truth is I was really hoping my nakedness might arouse her. So much for wishing what we’d done earlier would happen only once. Clearly, I wanted more!

We sat close together, leaning against pillows with the sheets at our waists, our arms and legs touching. Although it was mostly dark in the room, enough light filtered in from the hall that we could see each other fairly easily. I noticed that Audrey’s gaze kept returning to my erect nipples.

“So, what is it, sweetie?” I asked. “Is anything wrong? Are you, maybe, upset or something?”

She shook her head. “No, uh-uh. I just, um, I wanted tell you that I was, you know, I’m really glad you did that with me. I liked it.”

“You did?”

“Uh-huh.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good. I did too.”

“Do you think, like, we’ll do it again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah, I do. I really really do.”

Licking my lips, I said, “All right, well, I do too.”

As I spoke those words, I felt a sudden surge of excitement. My clit throbbed with arousal. Automatically I squeezed my legs together. There was no doubt — I definitely wanted this. I needed it.

“Um, if I ask you something,” Audrey began, “will you get mad?”

“Well, no, honey, I won’t get mad. You can ask me whatever you want.”

“Okay, so, I mean, um, do you mind if I, like, suck your nipples?”

I was taken aback. “Oh, uh… you really want to?”

“Yeah, I do,” I nodded. “I keep thinking about that. I always think about it when I, you know, when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

My daughter’s eyes went to my breasts again, and now they stayed there. She licked her lips.

Before answering, I pushed the sheets down and opened my thighs. I placed a hand between my legs and began rubbing myself.

“All right, sweetheart,” I said, in a husky voice. “If you want to suck my nipples, you can.”

“Goodie!” Audrey giggled. This made me realize me how young she really was, in many ways still a child. But it did not make me want to stop.

With one hand still rubbing my pussy, I used the other to cup a breast and raise it for her. “Suck Mommy’s nipple, little girl.”

My daughter leaned over in front of me, licking her lips hungrily as she sighed, “Mmm…” She took the hard nipple into her mouth, sucking like a baby.

Fuck, it felt so good — in some ways even better than when Brooke had sucked my nipples that first time and nearly made me come. It was better because this was my own little girl doing it. And even though I’d had so many reservations before, thinking that maybe what we’d done was wrong, now all those doubts fled. There was nothing wrong with this, nothing at all. It was natural. We had to do it.

Audrey sucked my nipples, first one, then the other. I rubbed my clit, fucked myself with my fingers, and soon reached climax, moaning and panting.

But once was definitely not enough, not on this special night. I took my daughter’s hand in mine, guiding it to my sex. “Fuck Mommy’s pussy, baby. Fuck my cunt with your fingers and make me come.”

“Oh my god, Mom.”

Her eyes were wide. She’d removed her mouth from my breast for a moment so she could look down and watch as the two middle fingers of her hand slowly but easily slid inside me. I was extremely wet, fully lubricated.

“Oh my god,” she repeated.

Earlier that night when we’d masturbated one another, it had been almost entirely clit action. Neither of us had penetrated the other’s vagina. Now, for the first time, Audrey could really feel what it was like to fuck her mom.

“It’s so nice, so hot inside,” she marveled, “so smooth and soft, and… and everything.”

I groaned, “Yes, baby, that’s right, do it for me.”

She did. She sucked my nipples and fucked my pussy, and within maybe half a minute I was coming again.

This orgasm was much stronger. I held my daughter’s wrist, pushing her fingers up inside my cunt as far as they would go as the spasms surged through me.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cried, my head thrown back in ecstasy, eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Goddamn fuck!!”

When at last it was over and I came back to my senses, I realized that I was squeezing Audrey’s wrist so tight it must have hurt. I let her go. Gulping air, trying to catch my breath, I raised my head and opened my eyes. They were watering. I had to blink a few times to clear my vision. What an amazing climax that had been, one of the most powerful I’d ever experienced.

“I, I’m sorry…” I panted. “I hope I didn’t… hurt you.”

“No, Mom, I’m fine. But, I mean, are you okay? You were, like, screaming and stuff.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I couldn’t help it. That was just, awesome.”

“Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

It suddenly occurred to me that Audrey hadn’t taken her fingers out of my pussy yet. What a sight that would be for someone to see — a 12-year-old girl with her fingers pushed deep inside her mother’s vagina. So forbidden, and so hot!

As I thought about that, I decided two things: First, my daughter and I would do much more than we’d done so far. We would do everything together, and I knew we would both love it. Second, I wanted to share this with Brooke, my sister. Not just tell her about it, but bring her in, invite her to make love with both of us at once. That’s assuming Audrey wanted that, of course, and Brooke did too, but I was certain they both would.

All this flashed through my mind in a couple of seconds. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at Audrey. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

“Will you kiss me now? Kiss my mouth?”

That was another thing we hadn’t got around to doing earlier that evening. She’d kissed my neck a few times, but we hadn’t yet shared a truly sexual kiss.

Audrey grinned. “Okay.”

With her fingers still inside me, she brought her lips to mine.

We kissed. It was heavenly. And I knew right then that I’d finally found the perfect lover I’d been looking for all my life. It wasn’t a man, and it wasn’t a woman. It was a young girl, my own daughter.

Well, why not?

THE END

Family Practice, Chapter 3

  • Posted on January 12, 2017 at 8:37 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

The next day I was feeling more awkward than ever. My mom seemed fine, but every time I saw her I dreaded what she might say. She must have sensed I was uncomfortable because she didn’t bring up any of the stuff we’d talked about the night before.

That night, after my dad had done his duty and set it up, mom and I were decorating the Christmas tree. This was more like it — a nice wholesome evening with mom and one of my favorite holiday traditions.

“You’ve been awfully quiet today,” she said after we’d untangled three strings of lights.

I shrugged, trying to think of what to say that wouldn’t take us in a weird area again. “It’s nice to be able to turn off my brain after everything going on at school.”

“Everything going on, as in your studies? Or everything as in Kaylee’s hot ass?”

Damn, she wasn’t going to let me get off the hook that easy. “C’mon, Mom, get your mind out of the gutter for one night.” I wasn’t going to let her pull me in. I dug out the box with my favorite ornaments — a set of sparkly glass icicles. “And I never said Kaylee had a hot ass.” Double damn!

She laughed. “I just assumed you’d be attracted to someone with a body as sexy as yours.”

“Mo-om! Cut it out!”

“Oh, please.” She tossed some stray tinsel at me. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what a beautiful figure you have.” She goosed me as I was trying to get the silver strands out of my hair.

“I do not, and even if I did we don’t need to talk about it.”

“Don’t be a Grinch. Talking is good.” She handed me some bulbs and pointed to where she wanted them hung. “Like our talk last night.”

She was like a steam locomotive stuck on one track. “Did you get candy canes?”

Mom ran to the kitchen and came back with a box of red and white striped peppermint sticks. “I was thinking about what you said,” she went on, unwilling to be distracted.

“Okay, fine,” I sighed with resignation. “About what?”

“About how you were afraid to try anything with that girl because you didn’t have any experience.”

“Yeah, that’s part of it.”

“Well…” she stalled by opening a new package of ornament hooks. “I… I had an idea.”

She was suddenly having a hard time looking at me. I’d never seen her act this uncomfortable. What was going on with her? “An idea for what?”

“You’ll probably think this is crazy, and I suppose it is, but I want you to at least think about it before you say no.” She took a deep breath, but couldn’t get what she wanted to say next out.

“Mom? What is it?”

“I was just thinking that all you need is some experience being with another woman, and that maybe, if you wanted, you could practice with… me.”

I refused to believe I had heard what I thought I had just heard. Before I could scream and run out of the room, my mother rushed ahead with her pitch.

“I know it sounds weird, but, if you think about it, it makes sense. You’d be able to figure things out with someone who loves you and who you can trust. No matter what happens I wouldn’t laugh or judge or ever tell anyone, ever. And it’s not like I know anything either, so you wouldn’t have any reason to be embarrassed for not knowing what to do, and you could take your time, and no one would ever know, and I could help you figure it all out, and—”

“Mom! Stop!” My mind was still reeling. “Take a breath.” I waited while she took my advice. “First of all, weird and crazy doesn’t even begin to describe what you’re suggesting. And also first of all, no, no way, no how. I am not doing that with you, and I can’t even believe that you’d think of something like that.”

She looked crestfallen, which I hated seeing. After a few seconds, she drew herself up and put on a brave face. “Oh, you didn’t think I was really serious, did you?” She laughed unconvincingly and gave me a playful push as she moved around to the other side of the tree. “God, what kind of mother do you think I am?”

“One that wouldn’t joke about something like having sex with her daughter.”

“Shhh!” she hushed me with a glance toward the stairs. “Your father might still be awake.” I could see her hand still shaking from the adrenaline rush of opening up to me with her improbable suggestion.

“Maybe I should go up and see if he wants to help me ‘practice’ some,” I said snidely.

My mom was quiet for a few moments while she hung my “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament.

“I’m sorry,” she said in a soft voice. “I was just trying to help…” her voice caught and she forced a smile. “…help lighten things up. You’re taking this stuff with your friends at school way too seriously. You’re young, you should be having fun, not stressing over every little thing.”

“Can we not talk about this anymore and just decorate the tree?”

“Sure. Hand me some more tinsel, and try not to get it all tangled up in your hair this time.”

We pretended like everything was normal after that, but we both knew it wasn’t. I did all I could not to think about what my mother had dropped in my lap, but every time I looked at her, that idea of hers was front and center in my mind again. How could my world have changed so much after only one semester away at college?

*****

Three days later, after my father had gone off to bed, I asked my mom if we could talk. Of course, she said yes. We sat in the living room, me on the loveseat, her on the sofa. I held a throw pillow in my lap. My Psych 101 class had taught me enough to know this meant more than it seemed. Mom was aching to talk first, but she held her tongue and let me get things started.

“I know what you said the other night wasn’t a joke,” I began without preamble.

Mom waved me off with a nervous laugh. “Oh, honey, are you still hung up on that?”

“Yes, Mom, I am. Very much so. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what you suggested.”

“Oh, that was just the spiked eggnog talking. Let’s not worry about it.”

“I’ve been masturbating a lot over the past few days,” I told her straight out. This got her attention. “More than usual. And every time I do, it’s you I’m thinking about.”

Mom actually blushed at hearing this. “I… I didn’t mean for that to happen, honey. I’m sorry for making such a stupid joke…” She trailed off as if hoping I would interject. Which I did.

“Like I said, I know it wasn’t a joke, Mom. You meant what you said.” I looked her straight in the eye.

She wasn’t able to laugh it off any longer. “It was wrong of me to say that… to put you in that position…”

“The fucked up thing is, Mom… I’m thinking of taking you up on your offer.”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t have to…”

“Let me say what I have to say.” I put the throw pillow aside, got up and went to sit next to her on the sofa. “You missed out on your chance back in college because you were scared. I get that you don’t want me to have the same kind of regrets that you do. But you came up with a really fucked up way to help me through it.”

“I know, Emily. I never should have—”

I took her hands in mine and she held back her words.

“I understand that you came up with this idea because you thought it would help me and give you a chance to make up for the one thing you missed out on when you were my age.”

Mom was doing everything she could not to let a tear fall. “And that’s not fair of me to put that kind of burden on you.” She pulled me into a hug. “All I want is for you to be happy and to be whatever it is you want to be.”

“I know, Mom.” I had to fight the tears myself. “And that’s why I want to try it.”

She pulled away and looked at me, searching my face for clarification. “Try what?”

“Practicing with you.”

A sob caught in her throat. She pushed a stray strand of hair back behind my left ear as she processed what I’d said. “You don’t…”

“Yes, I do,” I said, cutting her off. “I realize how crazy it is, but I also see how it makes perfect sense in its own weird way. I love you, Mom, more than anyone in the world. And I do trust you, just like I know you trust me. It’s completely insane, and yet somehow the only safe way forward for me. I want to have sex with you.”

My mom blinked and tried to say something, but the words didn’t come. She squeezed my hands in hers and struggled to respond somehow.

“The truth is, Mom, I can’t stop thinking about your pussy. Ever since I got home, I’ve been picturing what you look like naked. What you look like when you’re masturbating. I keep thinking about you fucking yourself with the dildo you told me you bought, and imagining you between my legs eating my pussy.” Was I actually saying these things out loud to my own mother?

“Really?” She didn’t want to let herself believe it. “It’s been like that for me ever since that day I found your vibrator in your panty drawer. I came so hard knowing that the dildo that was inside me had also been inside you.” She wiped the wetness from her cheek. “I knew it should have felt wrong to think that way, but somehow it didn’t.”

“I know, Mom. It’s been exactly the same for me.” I brought her hands up and kissed them in a gesture of assurance. “I tried not to let you into my fantasies, but I can’t resist it for some reason. I get that it’s the last thing I should ever want, but now it’s the only thing I do want. Every time I play with myself, all I can think about is you, and your naked body, and the things we might do together. It makes me come so hard that I can’t take it anymore.”

“You have no idea what a relief it is to hear that,” she said. I could almost see the weight of the past few days being lifted off her shoulders. Her eyes looked into mine. “So, what do we do now?”

I swallowed hard knowing what I was dying to say but afraid to say it. I did anyway.

“Well, Mom, maybe we could start with you letting me lick your pussy…”

*****

I was still smiling the next morning whenever I thought about the shocked scream my mother let out when I’d told her what I wanted to do to her.

She obviously loved hearing me say it, but it’s not the kind of thing a mother is ever prepared to hear from her daughter. She was as giddy as I’d ever seen her, but she insisted that we not do anything with my dad in the house. We agreed that we’d wait until the next day when he was at work before we began “practicing.”

There was a tap at my door. “Who iiiis it?” I sang out, knowing exactly who it was.

“It’s me,” came Mom’s answer. Even through my door I could hear the nervous waver in her voice.

“Come in.” The butterflies went bananas in my stomach when my door opened and I saw my mom standing there in nothing but a towel, fresh from the shower.

She stepped into my room and closed the door behind her despite the fact that we had the house to ourselves after my dad left for work over two hours ago. It felt strange that we were doing this in the morning with broad daylight streaming through the curtains, but it was clear neither of us wanted to wait until the afternoon. Besides, I decided that everything was going to feel strange about this thing we were doing, so none of the rules of the real world applied.

“Your father can never find out about this,” she warned with a furrowed brow.

“Mom, for the millionth time, I know. What do you think I’m going to do? Make an announcement at Christmas dinner? Hey, everyone, guess what — me and mom are humping!”

“Well, if you do, don’t use the word ‘humping.’” At least she hadn’t totally lost her sense of humor. “You ready for this? Last chance for you to come to your senses before this happens for real.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

She looked at me lying on my bed. I had taken my shower earlier and was now in one of my long nightshirts. No bra or panties underneath, of course. I only realized then that the big picture of Spongebob Square pants on the front of my shirt might be spoiling the mood.

My mom took a deep breath and let her towel drop.

“Holy shit, Mom!” I blurted out.

She covered her tits and crotch with her hands and looked around in a panic. “What? What is it?”

“No, it’s just your body. How do you still look that friggin’ hot at your age?”

She visibly relaxed even as the blush came to her cheeks. “Don’t scare me like that. I thought you heard your father coming home or something.” She let her hands fall to her sides with a shrug. “You know me, I’m just one of those obnoxious people with a good metabolism. All I do is go for a walk a few times a week. This is just what I look like, I guess.”

I devoured her with my eyes. It was even better than my fantasies, if that was possible. Her jet black hair hung straight over her shoulders, but thankfully wasn’t long enough to cover her breasts. Her tits were only slightly bigger than mine, and with just a bit more sag to them. For a woman her age, they looked fantastic. Her light brown areolae were slightly oval and canted at jaunty angles. The nipples sat dead center and protruded with a delicate roundness that promised delights beyond their modest appearance.

My mom’s belly was almost flat, with just enough of a swell to betray her still fertile maturity. I could see the faint lines of stretch marks hashing her lower tummy, but these only made her all the more attractive to me. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat triangle. I couldn’t help imagining her tending to that dark patch in private, spreading her legs, carefully maneuvering the razor around her most sensitive areas, trying to make her pussy look as attractive and as presentable as possible. Did she do it for my father, or for her own gratification? Whichever it was, I admired the effect.

Up until this moment, I had always thought of Mom’s legs as her best feature. They looked spectacular in a nice pair of sheer pantyhose, but they were also breathtaking when bare. Her slender thighs showed the contours of her taut muscles, and her calves tapered elegantly to ankles that any girl would kill for. Even without the benefit of heels, she looked like a come-fuck-me runway model.

“Damn,” I said in amazement, “I hope I look half as good as you when I’m your age.”

“Well, what do you say you get out of that silly shirt so I can see what you look like at this age?”

I loved that my mom was as eager to see me naked as I was to see her. The butterflies moved up to my chest as I pulled the shirt off over my head. I couldn’t remember the last time I was naked in front of my mom, but it must have been a bath time many, many years earlier.

Her eyes took me in. I was self-conscious and excited at the same time to show myself off to her. She slowly took me in. I had enough highlights in my brunette hair that I could be mistaken for a dirty blonde (in more ways than one). She took in my middling B-cup breasts with what appeared to be lustful admiration. She was right about me having lost a few pounds since I’d gone off to school, which I was thankful for as her gaze roamed over the smooth flesh of my slim middle. It wasn’t long before my mother’s attention focused just a little lower.

I became lightheaded at the realization that my mom was staring at my naked pussy. I didn’t have enough hair down there to require trimming, so I left it natural. It was a light brown and fairly sparse. Even so, I had shaved my lips on either side of my slit this morning in anticipation of this moment. I opened my legs and displayed my cunt to my mom. I thought I heard her breath catch in her chest as I exposed myself to her in a way I never expected I would.

“Emily,” she gasped, “you are easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her words were like a warm shot of brandy flowing into my belly and spreading all through me. I had never been as horny with any of the guys I had been with as I was at that moment. Spreading myself in front of my mother was as turned on as I’d ever been in my life. I know how fucked up that must sound, but it wasn’t something I wanted to think about right then.

“Come get in my bed with me,” I said, holding out my arms like I did when I was little and wanted to be picked up.

I took in every graceful movement of her supple body as she joined me on my bed. “My God,” I whispered, “how does Dad keep his hands off of you for more than two seconds?”

She laughed as she settled in close to me. “Trust me, he manages it somehow.”

She took me in her arms with a hint of awkwardness. I felt my mom’s naked skin against mine for the first time. It was glorious and frightening all at once. She was trembling as she held me. It reassured me that she was as anxious about this as I was.

“How should we start?” I asked, honestly not sure what to do next.

“I was hoping you would know,” she giggled, sounding more like a horny college girl than a mature mother with a lifetime of experience. “Maybe we can just start by touching each other?”

I didn’t need more of an invitation than that. My hand went to her nearest breast.

Chapter 4 is coming soon!

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 68

  • Posted on January 10, 2017 at 2:32 pm

Lisa and Brenda, Jenna and Me

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I lay awake that night thinking about the mistake I had made. I had been hoping to meet Lisa again and get to know her, but now I had managed to get her girlfriend to cheat on her. There might be some girls who would hope Lisa got jealous and left her girlfriend after something like that. I am not that kind of girl. My heart ached for Lisa, whom I barely knew but would have liked to know better.

When my alarm went off — about two hours after I finally fell asleep — I went to the bathroom to pee and shower. Sitting on the toilet to think about what to do about my faux pas, I ended up getting pissed off at Brenda and Lisa, wondering why the fuck they weren’t roommates. If they had been, all this would have been easily avoided. Then I realized it was immature to blame them. While I made an honest mistake, the mistake was mine. They obviously had some reason not to be living together, and it wasn’t my place to question their motives.

I would have talked to Lisa about what I’d done, but I didn’t know where or how to find her. All I knew was that she attended UCLA, which is a HUGE campus. The place has ten libraries. Actually, there may be more. I’m aware of ten, though. That’s how big the campus is.

As I sat there thinking, long after I finished peeing, Jenna walked in.

“You gonna be long?” she asked.

“No. I’m finished. Just thinking about stuff.”

She took a longer look at me and her brow furrowed with concern. “Wow. You look like shit. Did you go out after I went to bed and get drunk or something?”

I looked at my adopted sister through bleary eyes. “Thanks for the encouragement,” I said, wiping myself and flushing.

“If I don’t tell you, who will?” she asked.

“Probably everyone I see today.”

“Wanna shower together?” she asked.

“As long as a shower is all you have in mind,” I said. “I’m too tired for anything else.”

“Who has the time?” she asked. “I gotta get ready for school myself, and you’re usually out of the shower by now. Just trying to save a little time and maybe cheer you up by washing your back.”

I thought about that. If I’d been in the mood for sex, I would have turned down her offer because I knew where washing my back would lead in that situation. But I was in no mood for sex — a rare thing but not unheard of — so I accepted her offer. My time sitting on the pity pot, literally, had taken up my shower time, and her offer was both sweet and smart.

After washing my hair and the rest of my body, I let the hot water cascade over me. Jenna soaped a washcloth and gently rubbed my back, both cleaning and relaxing me.

“So, what’s the big problem keeping you up at night?” she asked. Of course, I knew she would want to talk a little bit about whatever was bugging me, which was actually another reason I had accepted her offer to shower together.

“I fucked up,” I said and surprised myself by starting to cry.

Jenna turned me around to allow the water to rinse my back as well as to hug me. “Oh, Cheryl. What is it? Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry, and I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

Have I mentioned I love my sister? We argue sometimes, but she cares so deeply for me and my mom.

“I seduced this girl and later found out I was getting her to cheat on her girlfriend, who happens to be that girl Lisa I told you about.”

“You didn’t know they were together?” she asked.

“No. I just knew she had the same name as Lisa’s girlfriend — Brenda.”

She pushed me back and looked in my bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry, but explain to me how this is your fault.”

“Jenna, it doesn’t matter if I meant to do it or not. If Lisa finds out, she’ll assume I did this to make her break up with Brenda, which would put me next to last on her list of people she would agree to have sex with, right above Phyllis Schlafly.”

“Oh,” Jenna said. “I get it now.” Then, “Who’s Phyllis Schlafly?”

I sighed. I love Jenna dearly, but since she’d turned thirteen if it wasn’t porn or required for school, she wouldn’t read it. “An ultra-conservative woman who was against things like the Equal Rights Amendment.” I looked at her puzzled expression and explained further. “The amendment guaranteeing women equal rights?”

“Oh,” she said. “There’s an amendment for that?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, that’s stupid.”

“Yeah. You really do have to read educational material more often,” I said. “Now, back to my problem?”

“Why not talk to Lisa about it before she has a chance to make up her mind about your motives?”

“Because I don’t know where the fuck to find her?” I said, phrasing it in a question to illustrate how silly Jenna’s question was.

Then she looked at me with this ‘how-can-you-be-so-dumb’ expression.

“Well, I don’t!” I protested.

“Do you know where Brenda lives?”

“Well, of course I do, she –” Then it hit me, explaining Jenna’s look questioning my intelligence. My sister may not be up on the political climate in America, but she was not stupid by any means when it came to dealing with a problem. I guess it came from her having to deal with her mother being held captive for seven years.

My irritation turned to delight in a breath. Smiling for the first time that morning, I hugged Jenna, the hot water of the shower running on us like warm rain. “Of course! I can wait outside Brenda’s dorm. Lisa’s bound to drop by sometime, or Brenda will go see her. All I have to do is wait for Lisa to drop by or follow Brenda if she leaves!”

Holding Jenna to me like that, I noticed how her breasts were pressing into my own, feeling her nipples touching my skin like small fingers exploring my body.

Seeing that the solution to my problem brought back my libido, I hurriedly kissed Jenna without much passion and said, “I have to go. Thank you so much for your help, little sister!”

And with that I left the shower before I made everyone late for school, including the twins who were getting out of bed as I entered the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my wet hair and a smile on my face.

The first thing I did was call Deanna to let her know I would probably drive myself today, explaining my plan and how I didn’t want to keep her at school late. She wanted to go with me, but I wouldn’t let her. This was not something you did with an audience.

********

Dusk was coming when I saw Brenda leaving her dorm building. She was dressed nicely, so I strongly suspected she was on her way to Lisa’s. I nervously followed her at a distance, wondering if Gwen would have been proud of my stealth in shadowing my subject.

When Brenda got to her destination, I realized why they didn’t live together. It was a modest little house about a half mile from campus. At first I thought Brenda had not been going to see Lisa after all when an older man I recognized as one of the associate professors at UCLA answered the door. Maybe she was there to meet one of her professors about a class, but then I saw Lisa behind the man, and I noticed the resemblance. Lisa lived at home with her professor father, and probably her mother as well. She lived at home, as I did, more likely to save some money rather than by choice. Associate professors did not rake in the big bucks, after all, just as most teachers don’t. They probably couldn’t afford both tuition and housing for Lisa since only full professors got any big breaks on the costs of their children attending the university.

As I recalled my anger that Lisa and Brenda didn’t room together, I was reminded not to judge people too harshly when I didn’t have all the details.

I didn’t want to barge in while Brenda was there, of course, so I waited until she left, but when she did, Lisa was with her. Apparently, they were going out somewhere close-by together, walking along and holding hands. I wondered if Lisa’s parents knew the extent of their relationship or if Lisa was in the closet. I reminded myself to make sure Lisa came outside to talk to her when she returned and Brenda left. I wouldn’t want to add outing her to her family to my list of transgressions that could ruin her life.

I decided not to follow them, choosing to remain in the shadows across from Lisa’s house until they returned and Brenda left.

When they did come back, which was sooner than I expected, they were in the middle of an argument. I could hear them from half a block away, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying until they got a bit closer. Lisa was obviously upset, and Brenda was trying to calm her.

I didn’t have to wonder what they were arguing about. I had to hand it to Brenda, though. She was an honest person, even if it risked her relationship with Lisa. I knew it was always better to confront the person you hurt before he or she could hear the bad news from someone else. After all, that’s what I had come to do myself. I listened to them arguing as they walked along. Well, Brenda walked. Lisa seemed to storm up the sidewalk. She was crying, and my heart broke for her.

“How could you?!” Lisa was saying. “I had the chance to fuck them both! They both wanted me, Brenda! Especially Cheryl. But I said no. I was faithful to you, even if my pussy was soaking wet just thinking about it!”

“I’m sorry!” Brenda pleaded, near tears herself. “How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?!”

“Ten million won’t be enough! I love you. I’m faithful to you. And you…you–” She paused to catch her breath or gather her thoughts, I’m not sure which. “You jump into bed with her the first chance you get!”

“She was so, I don’t know, sexy and urging me to join in. She’s quite the seductress!”

Me? Seductress? I think all I did was crook my finger at her and ask her to join in and have fun. I was seeing myself as others saw me, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Or maybe Brenda was just grasping at straws to get Lisa to forgive her. Either way, what she was saying pissed me off, but I remained in the shadows, unwilling to make my presence known, probably not even after they finished talking and Lisa went inside.

“Shit, Brenda! She got herself off in a filled auditorium with me watching! I still didn’t ‘join in.’ You were just an opportunity. She was pursuing me like gangbusters! It did my ego a lot of good… until you destroyed it by telling me a quickie with her is more important than I am!”

“It wasn’t!”

“Then why didn’t you follow our rules?! You could have masturbated watching them to your heart’s content. You know what we said! What we promised! Then the first chance you get you break the promise!”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Well, tell it to the judge!”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! Shit! Brenda, you hurt me, okay? You broke my heart!”

Lisa broke down, sobbing into her hands. I could feel my own tears running down my cheeks as I wept silently for this sweet girl who did nothing to deserve this. She was still the cutest, most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and I’d had a hand in hurting her deeply. I was ashamed of myself. I hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hadn’t even known Brenda was dating anyone. But I was still ashamed because I had hurt someone who had done nothing to earn the pain I had caused.

Brenda tried to console Lisa, touching her shoulder in an attempt to get her to look at her, maybe even hug her. Lisa wasn’t having it, though. She jerked her shoulder away from the touch as if Brenda’s hand were a spider.

“Leave me alone!” she sobbed. “Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“But Lisa. She was so seductive!”

“Stop blaming her!” Lisa said, venom filling every word. “It wasn’t her fault! You said before she had no idea you dated me! She was just… I don’t know… doing what comes naturally! But you betrayed me! You betrayed my trust! She was in it for a good time! You could have had a good time, but you wanted a better one! So get away from me! I fucking hate you!”

Anger had now become the dominant emotion. She was more than hurt, she was pissed off.

Still, I felt like a heel rejoicing that she had said it wasn’t my fault. After all, Lisa wasn’t the only one hurt here. Brenda was, too, though I could see Lisa’s point. Brenda had been completely aware of the entire situation. She knew she wasn’t supposed to accept my offer, an offer given in ignorance of all the facts. I suddenly realized that Brenda deserved what was happening right now. I hadn’t seduced her so much as invited her to join in and have fun. All she had to do was tell me what Lisa had told Deanna, that she was in a committed relationship. I would have backed off immediately.

Of course I would have been disappointed, but I would have accepted that she was not wanting to hurt her girlfriend. Hell, it could have been a boyfriend. I still would have understood.

“So that’s it?” Brenda asked. “You’re never going to forgive me?”

“How can I?” Lisa asked. “I could never trust you again. I can’t live that way.”

“And you don’t love me anymore? Just like that?” Brenda asked, snapping her fingers.

Lisa looked at her with determination and sadness coming off her in waves. “Of course, I still love you. But I’ll get over it.”

Without a sound, Brenda turned and started toward her dorm. “Fine!” she said when she was about a thirty feet away. “You just lost the best girl you’ll ever know.”

“I hope that’s not true,” Lisa said to herself, not loud enough for Brenda to hear. I heard it, though, and my heart ached. It didn’t matter who this lovely girl fell in love with, as long as it was someone who cherished her as much as she deserved to be cherished.

Turning, Lisa started across the street to her house. Her mother met her at the door, and I could hear her say something about hearing them over the TV. Lisa burst into tears all over again and hugged her mother. The door closed, sealing the ugliness of life out.

I had watched her go, wanting to say something but knowing I shouldn’t. At least now I knew where to find her if I ever did want to talk to her.

As it turned out, she found me without really trying.

********

At home my family didn’t ask me about my night. I remained silent, picking at my salmon with dill sauce, asparagus, and rice, which was one of my favorite dishes. I thanked Cindy for fixing it. Apparently, word had spread through the family that I was having a problem related to a girl at school, and Cindy had chosen to make a dinner I usually loved. Tonight was different, however. Nothing would have tasted good to me.

After I went to bed, an hour earlier than usual, Jenna came in.

“Wanna talk?”

“Not really,” I said.

“Mind if I lie down?”

“Suit yourself,” I said, knowing she was just giving me a chance to talk if I wanted to. She knew me well, of course. I ended up spilling my guts about what I’d heard while standing on a shadowed street, weeping quietly while witnessing the death of a relationship I had a hand in killing.

“I hurt her,” I said. “I know I didn’t hurt her on purpose, but I hurt her nonetheless,” I said, crying softly.

“Yeah, but both of you will get over it.”

That reminded me of Lisa’s words to Brenda, which I had not shared with Jenna, and I started sobbing.

Jenna held me, stroking my back and telling me how much she loved me.

Have I mentioned how much I love my sister?

Chapter 69 is coming soon!

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 9

  • Posted on January 9, 2017 at 2:54 pm

By Muffi

Author’s Note: First, I apologize for the lack of sex in this chapter – it’s being taken care of in Chapter 10, trust me. Everyone’s favorite lesbian pedophile, Meagan Bristol, will be having a wild time with Janelle… let’s leave it at that.

Once again, my thanks go to JetBoy for his fine work with editing. Parts of this chapter were a bit lacking, so he added some material. Now, I believe that JetBoy is familiar enough with my “writer’s voice” that he can slip his material by. So, I challenge readers here to pick out two paragraphs that he added. 


I had put Janelle and Sara to bed at their normal time instead of letting them stay up and watch TV, because they’d have to get up early the next morning. They were asleep a half hour later when I joined them, wearing just my oversize tee shirt.

Before I knew it I was awakening to the new day, smiling as I became aware that the three of us were lovingly entwined together. Nothing sexual had happened the night before — we were just comfortable and secure in one another’s presence. I could get used to waking up like this, I thought.

The presence of two warm, little-girl bodies nestled into my own gave me a heady feeling; unfortunately, I had to rouse the girls and get them moving, as we had a long drive ahead of us. I woke them as gently as possible, which wasn’t any too gentle in Janelle’s case — she was all but dead to the world. I finally managed to get her into a sitting position, then scooted Sara off to the shower.

“You know, if you wanted to, you could go join Sara in the shower,” I whispered to Janelle.

She went from groggy to wide awake in an instant. Like a shot, she was in the hall and rushing towards the bathroom.

Do I know how to motivate a girl, or what?

I reluctantly left them to their own devices in there, forcing myself to march downstairs and get things started for breakfast. It was five in the morning — still dark outside. I got the coffee going, then pulled out a box of cereal, three bowls, spoons, milk and sugar. When I headed back upstairs the shower was off, and there was a melodic giggling sound coming from the direction of the bathroom.

“Hurry it up, you guys,” I called. “I need a shower, too.”

The giggling stopped, then the bathroom door flew open and I was treated to the sight of two shrieking, very naked little girls running down the hall towards me. My morning was getting better and better.

The girls rushed into my bedroom where, presumably, they would be getting dressed while I showered. Part of me hoped not, wishing instead that I could come back from my shower to find them tangled together in my bed, still naked.

Probably not going to happen, I told myself with a sigh.

I made short work of my shower and, wrapped in a towel, returned to my room to dress. I found Sara and Janelle there, involved in some very deep conversation. They fell silent when I entered the room, an obvious sign that something was up — a sign I chose to ignore for the moment. Instead, I grabbed panties and a bra and put them on, adding jeans and a tank top, then pulled on my ever- present boots. That accomplished, I nonchalantly turned back to face the girls, pleased to see that they’d both been watching me closely while I got dressed.

“Come on, you two,” I said, “let’s go get some breakfast.”

We all went to the kitchen, where we indulged in a gourmet breakfast of Froot Loops. I know, I know. It’s crap. But they like it, and once in awhile is fine. I’m pretty good about what I feed kids — most of the time, anyhow.

I rinsed out the dishes and set them in the sink, then told the girls to grab their things and meet me in the garage. I opened the garage door, then started the car, letting it warm up. By then Sara and Janelle were back with a couple of coloring books, crayons, and a huge old quilt.

“Did you remember the mouse so you can feed your boa?” I asked Janelle. My sister had made a huge concession in allowing Janelle to keep her new snake in her room, but she drew the line at having dead mice in the freezer. I could live with that. I have the freezer space, and it gave me an excuse to see Janelle at least once a week.

She gave me a sheepish grimace, shaking her head. “I forgot… sorry, Aunt Meagan.”

“It’s okay,” I replied, unfastening my seatbelt. “C’mon. Let’s go get it.”

While Sara settled herself into the back seat of the car, Janelle and I went back inside to retrieve her snake’s meal. As she fished around in my freezer, Janelle gave me a conspiratorial look and said, “Know why we brought the quilt?”

“Uhm… to stay warm?” I replied.

She gave me a grin. “Nope. It’s so you can’t see what we’ll be doin’ underneath.”

I threw her a look of mock severity. “You’ll pay for that one day, brat. I promise, you shall pay.”

Her reply was a wild giggle. It’s going to be a very long ride, I thought as I turned and headed out to the garage, watching Janelle’s bottom jiggle as she raced ahead of me.

A long ride indeed — it was, in fact, a four hour drive to our destination which, after a quick stop to feed Janelle’s snake, quickly turned into an exercise in torment for yours truly. Janelle was being… well, she was being a tease. She knew it, and fully understood the effect she was having on me.

A glance in the mirror revealed that both girls had their legs spread under the quilt. It wasn’t long before they’d given up any pretense of coloring and just lay back against the seat, their eyes closed. I actually believed that they’d gone back to sleep!

That is, until I glanced in the mirror to find Janelle staring straight at me. She gave a small, but very evil little smile before closing her eyes again.

A few moments later, I saw Sara’s cheeks begin to turn a light pink, quickly deepening to a darker red. Suddenly she tensed for a long moment, then relaxed back against the seat with a contented sigh.

Damn! I thought. I wish I could have done that for her.

Very shortly after that, Sara’s head slowly tilted to one side, finally resting on Janelle’s shoulder. She was apparently sound asleep. Meanwhile, there was a look of concentration on Janelle’s face that told me she was busy taking care of herself.

I smirked, suddenly alive with wicked glee. You want to be a tease, Little One? Let’s see how you like me making things difficult for you.

I quickly pulled into a service area off the interstate and parked the car, then turned to face the back seat.

“Okay, ladies,” I said, “I need to pee something awful, and I’m not leaving you two alone here. You’ll have to come with me.”

Janelle gave me what could best be described as a pleading look, but I held firm. No leaving kids alone in a place like this.

A sleepy Sara unfastened her seatbelt and opened her door. After one more desperate look, Janelle sighed and did the same. That was when I noticed that both girls were wearing pants with elastic waistbands. The easier to diddle yourself, I guess.

As soon as Sara was out of earshot, I leaned down to whisper in Janelle’s ear. “Didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” I innocently asked.

“Bitch,” was her only reply.

I snickered. “You should know by now, honeybunch — never, ever mess with Meagan.”

She ignored me. I had a feeling she was already planning her revenge.

You are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you? I thought with a smile. When she’d been Janelle’s age, Kate had never been one to let a grudge go. Better watch my back, I decided.

Five minutes later, we were on the road again. Both of the girls had discovered that they’d also needed to pee, so our little stop had served a greater purpose than to irritate Janelle. That eased my conscience a bit — not that I was feeling especially guilty to begin with.

We arrived at the hospital, quickly making our way to the waiting area where much of Michael’s family was gathered. By the size of the gathering, I knew that things weren’t going well.

I picked Kate out of the crowd, and headed towards her with the girls. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in days.

“There you are,” she said, giving Janelle and Sara brief hugs. “I was going to call you, but haven’t had the chance.” She glanced at her daughter, then back at me. “Um… there’s been a slight change in plans.”

“That’s okay, sis,” I said, “anything you need me to do, I’ll do it — you know that.”

“Sweetie,” Kate said to Janelle, “why don’t you take Sara and introduce her to some of your cousins. I need to talk to Meagan for a minute.”

Looking uncharacteristically timid, Janelle reached for Sara’s hand and, without a word, led her across the room to meet some of her father’s side of the family. She clearly understood how serious the situation was — her mother seldom excluded her from a family conversation, and when she did, it usually meant bad news.

“What’s up?” I asked Kate.

“It’s bad, Meagan,” Kate replied. “He’s probably not going to make it through the night. Michael and I talked about it, and we decided that while we don’t necessarily want her in the room when it happens, Janelle ought to be here with everyone so she can be a part of the grieving process with us. So I guess your return trip will be just you and Sara… unless you want to stay too?”

“I can’t,” I said. “Sara’s mother is expecting me to have her back by this evening.”

Kate nodded. “I figured as much. In any case, Janelle is going to stay with us for however long we’re here.”

I told Kate that I wanted to go visit Michael’s dad before I took Sara back. She nodded, giving me a sad smile. “We appreciate that, Meagan. Just be warned, though — he won’t know you.”

“That doesn’t matter,” I murmured, giving my sister’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze. “I’ll know him.”

As I was leaving the waiting area, I saw Kate take Janelle aside and begin explaining the situation to her. Sara stood close by, clearly ill at ease and trying not to let it show.

Better make this visit a short one, I told myself. This isn’t a great place for Sara to be right now.

I wondered if she’d ever had to sit in a hospital emergency room with her mother after her asshole dad had roughed one of them up, and felt my jaw clench in renewed anger. Thrusting the thought away as I reached room 245, I took a deep breath, then tapped on the door.

I don’t really want to write about seeing Michael’s father — the sight of that charming, lively old man reduced to a hollow husk of what he had been still hurts too much to put into words. I sat by his bed for a few minutes, then said my goodbyes, kissed his cheek and left, feeling sickened by the sheer fucking injustice of it all.

I paused just long enough to visit the toilet where I shed a few tears, washed my face, then made my way back to the waiting room, trying to compose myself for Sara’s sake. I managed a smile when her eyes met mine, and the grateful look she gave me did a lot to improve my mood.

Spying a forlorn Janelle, I got down on my knees and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Whatever happens, you’re going to be okay, Sweetie,” I whispered. “And you know I’ll always be there for you. I’ll see you just as soon as you get home, okay?”

I felt her nod against the side of my neck, then she whispered, “I love you, Meagan.” Not “Aunt Meagan,” just “Meagan.” I couldn’t help but feel pleased, knowing that Janelle was beginning to think of me as more of a lover than her aunt. A risky development for us both, but also a thrilling one.

I stood, gave her a knowing wink, then turned to Sara. “Looks like it’s just you and me for the rest of the day, kiddo,” I said. “Is that okay with you?”

Sara grinned. “Does that mean I can sit in the front seat on the way home?”

I grinned back, relieved to see her cheerful again. “Oh, Sara, you can ride shotgun with me any day!”

She giggled attractively. “But I don’t have a shotgun!”

“We’ll fake it,” I told her, bringing another giggle. “No, seriously,” I added, acting out the classic TV western move of doing whatever it is you do to a shotgun to get it ready to fire, complete with sound effects. “Now you do it,” I told her.

Sara gleefully imitated me, and I nodded approvingly. “See that? One imaginary shotgun. Now you’re set to ride in the front seat!” Yet another adorable giggle.

Yes, I was trying to figure out a way to seduce her. I knew it wasn’t likely to happen, but could you blame me? If you’d seen what I had in that video with Janelle and Sara, you’d be trying to entice her into bed too.

On the other hand, there was no use in kidding myself — this was a far more dangerous game than making love to Janelle, who I trusted implicitly. No, I had to resign myself to the fact that any seduction of Sara would have to remain a fantasy, nothing more.

More’s the pity, I mused, resisting an impulse to sigh out loud.

I made the rounds, speaking to people I knew, then made my way back to Kate. We hugged, exchanged a few loving words, and I asked her to give my best wishes to Michael. Minutes later, Sara and I were back in the parking lot, buckling ourselves in.

“Okay,” I said, “I hadn’t planned to be leaving this early, so what we do now is up to you. We can do some shopping around here and get something to eat, or we can head back home now and hang out at my house till we hear from your Mom.” She began to speak, but I cut her off. “And don’t think you’re being a pest or anything like that, okay? I was looking forward to spending the day with you anyway. We just have more choices now.”

“Can we go to the mall, please?” Sara asked. “Mom said there’s a really big one here that she was gonna take me to, so I can get some more school clothes.”

“The mall it is,” I replied.

“And you don’t hafta buy me anything,” she quickly added. “Really. I just wanna look around.”

“I know I don’t have to,” I replied. “But if I want to, I will. So there.”

I was rewarded with that giggle again. Damn, but that sound was beginning to make me wet.

I’d forgotten just how big the mall was — it happened to me every time. As for Sara, she was absolutely amazed. We likely could have wandered through there all day and most of the next, but we took it slowly, just moving from shop to shop, entering those that looked interesting.

In one store — a rather high-end kids shop — I finally broke down. I told Sara that I wanted to pick something out for Janelle. As I was making my choices, I noticed that Sara kept returning to one particular outfit, though she said nothing to me about it. I smiled when I saw that it was almost identical to the outfit that Janelle had worn on her birthday.

I finally went over to where she stood and admired the outfit with her. “You should try it on,” I said.

Sara grinned, and grabbed the outfit, darting off to the fitting rooms. Several minutes later, she emerged, glancing at me shyly.

Dear, sweet fucking Goddess, I marveled, my pussy throbbing in response. The leather fit like a glove, and with her black hair, all Sara needed was some heavy black eyeliner to complete the look. She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Day-um, girl!” I exclaimed. “You look amazing!”

She blushed. “You really think so?”

“Don’t move,” I said. I quickly accosted a sales clerk and dragged her over to the three-way mirror, where a wide-eyed Sara gazed at her new self. “Does she look amazing, or what?” I asked.

“Amazing doesn’t do her justice,” the girl replied. “Should we bag that up?”

“See?” I said to Sara. “You look amazing.” To the sales girl I said, “Yes, absolutely — we’ll take it.”

“Meagan, no!” Sara protested. “It’s — it’s so expensive!”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “Now go get changed so we can get that paid for.”

Her face split into the widest grin I think I’ve ever seen as she turned and dashed back to the fitting rooms.

Minutes later, shopping bags in hand, we headed back out into the mall. “Now,” I said, “we need to find a pair of boots to go with that outfit.”

“No!” Sara said, shaking her head emphatically. “You spent enough money on me, Meagan. Please, let Mom buy the boots.”

Halting in mid-step, I squatted down in front of her. “Listen, Sara. You like that outfit because it looks like the one Janelle wore on her birthday, don’t you?” She nodded. “Well then, I’ve got to help pick out the boots. See, Janelle chose that outfit because it looks just like one of mine. So I should be part of picking out the whole thing.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Did you help Janelle with hers?”

“Well, no,” I confessed. “But only because she was keeping it a secret to spring on me at her party. See, that’s why I really want to buy yours.” Not to mention because of how freaking hot you look in it, I thought.

“Okay, I guess,” Sara said. “But I hope my Mom isn’t mad at me for letting you buy this stuff.”

“You let me worry about that,” I said. “She’ll be fine with it, trust me.”

That resolved, we spent about an hour finding the perfect boots to go with Sara’s outfit, then made our way to the food court for lunch, where we gorged on greasy pizza washed down with Pepsi. Shopping is serious work, after all.

I’m never going to catch up with my workouts, I thought, as I wondered where on earth Sara managed to put all that pizza. She gulped down three slices — as much as Janelle usually had, and that little girl is no slouch when it comes to eating junk food.

As close to being shopped-out as any female worth her salt can be, Sara and I finally headed out to the car. We loaded the bags in the back seat, climbed into the front, and began the long drive home.

It was an uneventful trip, with Sara napping most of the way. She’s never going to sleep tonight, I thought — which meant that I’d be up late, too. Mind you, I wasn’t worried about it. Sara was the kind of nighttime company I wanted most right then.

Stop that, I told myself. Don’t go there.

Once I’d pulled into the garage, I gently nudged Sara’s shoulder to wake her. She looked up at me and sleepily mumbled, “Are we there yet?”

“Yep. Come on, let’s go in and get something to eat, and then we can take the tags off your new outfit. Then it’ll officially be yours!”

That earned me a huge smile, followed by Sara leaning across the center console to give me a hug. Of course, that awakened my libido all over again, pervert that I’d become.

Sara and I rummaged through the refrigerator in search of leftovers, throwing together a sort of miniature pot luck supper for ourselves. When we’d eaten our fill, I told Sara that she should run up and take a quick shower and get ready for bed, even though I knew she was too wide awake to even think of sleeping yet. Janelle would have given me some smart remark and a mock argument, but Sara just smiled prettily and went up to do as I had asked. I could really learn to like this kid, I thought.

When she had finished, Sara came downstairs in her usual sleepwear — an over-sized t-shirt and panties. The t-shirt being white, I could clearly see that she wore pink panties underneath it. I thought that she looked sexy as hell. We removed the tags from her clothes, as well as from the things I’d bought for Janelle. I wanted to wash those before she wore them, so I added Sara’s new blouse to the pile, asking Sara to pick out a movie for us to watch while I got the washing machine started.

I returned to find Sara sitting in front of the terrarium watching Ellie, a DVD case in one hand. With the other, she was tapping lightly at the glass and cooing to the snake, who was typically ignoring her. Snakes don’t tend to have much in the way of personality. Sara didn’t seem to mind, though.

Sara had chosen one of the Harry Potter movies. I’m not sure which one it was. Unlike the girls, I was not an expert in all things Harry Potter. I do have to say, though, that little Hermione was quite pleasant to watch as she learned to become a sorceress. She was also quite sexy, which I’m sure was completely unintentional. Or perhaps I found her sexy because I had recently discovered certain new depths to my own perviness. Whatever the reason, she was still sexy.

Sara was curled up next to me, her head resting against my shoulder. I was enjoying the sensation of her warm little body close to mine, occasionally wondering what it would feel like to have her naked in my arms. I know, I know — I’d become a complete lesbian pedophile, seemingly overnight. Oh, well. As my mother used to say, “What’s done is done.” This is what I was, and I refused to beat myself up because of it.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, I felt Sara’s head beginning to nod. Glancing down, I could see that she was fighting to stay awake. It was a losing battle. After a few minutes, she rearranged herself so that she was stretched out on the sofa with her head resting on my right thigh, still facing the television. Soon enough, her breathing had evened out into the familiar rhythm of sleep.

Pausing the movie, I sat quietly, stroking Sara’s hair for a few moments. Then as carefully as I could, I eased myself from underneath her and stood up. Gently gathering her slender body into my arms, I carried Sara upstairs and into the guest room, where I lay her on the bed, covered her with a comforter, and bent down to kiss her forehead. I left the door slightly open as I exited the room, just so there would be a bit of light from the hall if she needed to get up in the night.

I went back down to turn everything off, then trudged back upstairs and to my room, where I collapsed into bed. Eight hours of driving may seem like a breeze for some people, but it always left me exhausted. I was asleep within minutes.

I woke early. I had slept deeply and dreamlessly, and felt totally refreshed. No morning blahs, no road-trip hangover. I peeked in on Sara as I went past the guest room. She was still sound asleep, sprawled carelessly across the bed. That now familiar longing stirred inside me at the sight of her, and I forced myself to walk away, march downstairs and into the kitchen, get a pot of coffee started, then head back up for my shower. This time, I walked past the guest room without looking inside. It didn’t ease my hunger for Sara, not even a little — but it was good to know I could still exercise that much self-control.

I showered, dressed, then headed towards the guest room with the intention of waking Sara. As I entered the hallway, a small sound made me hesitate — and I tiptoed carefully to the door, peering in through the small opening I’d left there.

Sara was now awake. Engrossed in what she was doing, she didn’t notice me watching her through the door. Not surprising, given what she was up to.

The comforter had been thrown back, her t-shirt had ridden up to just above her belly button, and those adorable little pink panties were pushed down to her knees. She had one hand inside her t-shirt, toying with a nipple, while the other was wedged tightly between her thighs, rubbing her pussy with a hard up-and-down motion. Her slender hips rose and fell in time with the motion of her hand. Every so often, a soft whimper escaped her lips. It was one of those whimpers that had captured my attention.

Oh, Christ, I thought. I wish I dared…

I stood transfixed. With her thighs clamped together and a hand covering her sex, I couldn’t see all of her, but somehow the scene was as erotic as any I had ever witnessed. Her pretty mouth was slightly open, and I could hear the soft gasps of her quickening breath. Sara was peaking fast, face flushed, her whimpers building into moans.

When she suddenly stiffened, her body gone rigid in the throes of ecstasy, I continued to stare, wanting desperately to thrust a hand down into my pants and come with her. Instead, I backed slowly away from the door, my pussy a pulsing wet mess.

I crept back down the hall to the bathroom and waited there, leaning against the sink for a minute or two, giving Sara time to recover from her orgasm. Then I emerged into the hallway once more, this time walking with a slightly heavier tread.

“Sara,” I sang out as I approached the door to the guest room. I knocked, then entered the room to find Sara feigning sleep, though only for a moment. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled dreamily at me. “Well,” I said, “good morning, sleepyhead.”

“G’mornin’,” Sara replied.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

Sara nodded happily. “Yes, please,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll fix us some French toast,” I said. “Why don’t you take a quick shower, then put your new outfit on? I’m sure your mom will want to see it on you.”

“I still think she’s gonna be mad at me for lettin’ you buy it,” said Sara.

“Sweetie, I promise you, your Mom is not going to be mad. Now go shower, and meet me in the kitchen when you’re done.”

She gave me an adorably doubtful look, then slid off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

I went downstairs to start breakfast, but first, I needed to call Colleen. She answered on the first ring. I filled her in on the details of the previous day, then told her about the new outfit. As Sara had feared, she was a bit upset at first, but it only took a little bit of persuasion on my part to bring Colleen around to accepting that this was just something nice that I’d wanted to do for Janelle’s new best friend.

We ended the call with the agreement that I’d return Sara after breakfast. That task completed, I made my way into the kitchen, rolled up my sleeves and got to work on our morning feast.

Six slices of French toast and nearly a quart of orange juice later, I drove Sara home. Colleen made all the appropriate noises of gratitude over the leather outfit, and I left promising to stay in touch, reminding Colleen that I was available any time she needed someone to keep an eye on Sara while she was working.

As I drove away, watching Sara grinning and waving in my mirror, I had no idea just how much of a twist events were about to take…

Coming soon: Chapter 10!

Loving Lisa, Chapter 4

  • Posted on January 8, 2017 at 4:31 pm

By JetBoy

By the time I returned to the living room, Vanessa and Lisa had grown bored with watching TV and were playfully tussling with one another beneath the enormous quilt I kept on the couch. The air was filled with squeals and giggles. Fascinated, I drew closer.

“Whoa, whoa. What’s going on here, ladies?” I said, putting on a mock-stern face as I looked down on the action from behind the couch.

A pause in mid-wrestle, then Lisa panted, “I… I challenged Nessa to a f-foot tickle!”

And they were off again, a frantic melee of arms and bare legs.

I watched the girls struggle, feeling a wicked urge to reach out and tug the quilt away, revealing what, for me, would be a most arousing sight — two beautiful young girls in t-shirts and panties, their bodies tangled together as they feinted and lunged at each other’s feet.

Vanessa caught my eye. “Wait, okay, okay!” she panted, breaking away. “Time out! I gotta… take a break.”

Lisa smirked. “Yeah, ’cause you know you’re losing…” Both girls were flushed.

“Am not!” Nessa scowled. “I just want a drink of water.” She cast aside her half of the quilt, got to her feet and headed for the kitchen. Along the way, she gave me the briefest of head tilts, indicating I should follow. Curious, I did just that.

When we were just out of Lisa’s view, Vanessa opened the sink faucet and turned to me, her eyes flashing with excitement. In a conspiratorial whisper, she said, “Mom, you gotta help me!”

“Help you…?”

“Yeah. I haven’t got to really tickle Lisa, not even once. But if you hold her legs when I say to, I can get a hold of her feet an’ tickle her till she goes nuts!” She was practically bouncing in place, giddy with delight at her little scheme.

Grab Lisa’s legs? The idea sounded enticing, I had to admit. “So, you want me to…”

“All you gotta do it sit by her, an’ I’ll pretend I’m watching TV, then when I say ‘Now!’ you grab her! Will you, Mom? Will you, pretty please?”

Had to admit that I loved Nessa’s scenario, especially since I’d be touching Lisa beneath the quilt — but I couldn’t shake my Responsible Mother role quite that easily. At least, not without a halfhearted attempt at protest. “Um, I don’t know, hon… that seems kind of–”

“Please, Mom? Oh, pleeease!” Vanessa was tugging at my arm. “It’ll be loads of fun, really!”

Pretending reluctance, I slowly nodded. “Fine, fine! But no rough stuff, okay?”

“Just tickles. Promise!” Grinning wickedly, she raced from the kitchen.

I stood there for a moment, pondering what a strange situation I’d walked into: my own daughter, asking me to manhandle the object of my furtive desire. I slipped a hand underneath my shirt to tease a throbbing nipple, already anticipating some delightful fun and games on the couch.

Casually as I was able, I strolled back in to join the girls. Some boy singer they seemed to like was getting all emotional on the TV. Lisa, of course, noticed with an intrigued arch of her eyebrow when I sat down next to her and pulled the quilt over the two of us.

We sat quietly, watching the singer build to his big finish. Not especially interested, I allowed my attention to drift to Nessa, who was lying in front of us on the floor. Her long t-shirt had hiked up somewhat, so I had a great view of her pert little ass, snugly concealed by those lemon-yellow panties.

Meanwhile, I could feel Lisa inching closer to me, sensed her warmth against my leg. Gazing slyly down at her, I gave that bewitching young girl my best seductive smile, one I’d used many’s the time on potential bedmates. It was time to strip away any pretence of flirtation, to let Lisa know how much I wanted her for my lover.

The boy’s song was over and he was extending both arms, basking in applause. Vanessa rose from where she lay and into a sitting position, nonchalantly stretching. Her eyes met mine for an instant, and I readied myself, certain that she was about to make her move.

Sure enough, soon as the commercial break began, Vanessa whirled around and lunged for Lisa, yelling “Now!”

Every atom of me was alive with excitement as I seized Lisa’s leg with the right hand, my left arm snaking around her waist to make her my captive. She shrieked and made to pull her free leg away from Vanessa’s grasp, but was too late — my daughter had her foot in both hands. And now, Lisa’s thighs were spread wide apart…

“Ha-ha-ha-HAHH!” Vanessa cackled, her grin positively demonic. “We’ve got you in our power, little girl…”

“Hey, no fair, no fair!” Lisa protested. You got your mom helping you!” She was struggling — but only enough to seem convincing without breaking loose.

Beneath the quilt, I’d let my thigh-holding hand slide upwards to claim the prize of her sex, warm and damp through the cover of Lisa’s panties. It felt like coming home.

I was quivering inside, astonished at my boldness — and the game had just begun. How much further was I going to take this?

Vanessa seemed to love being in control. She clutched Lisa’s squirming foot, carefully studying it, like a doctor about to make that first incision. “Hmmm, now how should I do this…?” Raising her face to gaze deep into her friend’s eyes, she carefully, gently touched a finger to Lisa’s instep.

Immediately Lisa squealed, a ribbon of laughter cascading from her lips. She tugged against Nessa’s hold on her and nearly broke free, but my daughter’s grip held fast.

“Oho,” I intoned, attempting a masculine voice, “our prisoner wants to escape! Hang onto her as tightly as you can, sir!” My hand was creeping into Lisa’s panties. I felt her hips lift, welcoming my lustful invasion. She was panting, then gave a tiny moan as I penetrated her. God, her cunt was like a sauna.

“Silly fool!” Vanessa growled, easily falling into character — something pirate-like. “There is no escape for bad girls like you. We have to teach you a lesson!” Raising her hand in a dramatic gesture, she swept her fingertips across Lisa’s toes.

The toes curled, and Lisa jerked, letting out a wail. “NnnooOOHHH!” And I had my finger buried to the hilt in her vagina. She was so warm, so wet…

Nessa giggled, but remained in her role. “So… you won’t stop fightin’ back, huh? We’ll show you!” With that, she leaned in and gave Lisa’s toe a big lick.

Lisa was instantly convulsed with panicked laughter, though I felt certain that as least some of it was only for show. Seizing the moment, I began to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. Vanessa paused to savor the havoc she’d caused, then leaned in again. This time she shocked me, taking Lisa’s toe into her mouth!

Oh my God, this was making me hotter than a furnace! The temptation was there to whip away the quilt, let Nessa get a good look at what I was doing to her friend, then tear off what little I was wearing and start a lesbian orgy on the spot. But I still had just enough self-control to keep me from scaring the life out of my daughter, so instead I found Lisa’s clitoris with my thumb and began to work it in tiny circles. My finger was still busy inside her vagina.

Lisa writhed beneath us, making something akin to wild animal sounds as my daughter and I had our way with her. The girl’s face was red, eyes squeezed tightly shut, her breath hoarse and ragged. She was having a lovely time — maybe a little too much for the present company. Try as she might to hide it, Lisa was clearly on the edge of a massive orgasm, and I didn’t want Vanessa to figure that out.

I told Vanessa, who was now sucking at Lisa’s toes, “Try tickling her and doing that at the same time!”

So she gleefully did exactly that — and Nessa’s timing couldn’t have been better. Seconds later, Lisa came like a wildcat, bucking and howling.

I think Vanessa got a little scared at that, and she eased off, placing Lisa’s bare foot in her lap. But Lisa’s ecstasy had crested by then, and she was drifting back into the here and now.

I carefully eased my hand from Lisa’s panties, making sure that my daughter didn’t notice the wetness on my fingers.

I needn’t have bothered — Nessa’s attention was centered on Lisa. “Boyyyyy…” she murmured, staring at her victim in awe, “you sure went crazy!”

“Well,” Lisa murmured, “my toesies are very sensitive…”

“I guess so…”

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Lisa surreptitiously stroked my thigh under the quilt, then bounced to her feet.

Vanessa watched as her friend scooted out of the room, shaking her head. “Wow, I’ve never seen anyone be that ticklish…”

“Some people are just like that, sweetie,” I said, pushing the quilt to one side. My heart was still racing from the thrill of what I’d just done. “I’m going to get myself a refill,” I added, reaching for my glass.

“Okay,” Nessa absently replied, still looking at the door through which Lisa had gone.

I made my way into the kitchen, then slipped my index finger into my mouth, purring happily as I got my second-ever sample of Lisa’s honey, already anticipating what it would be like to taste it from the source.

It was going to happen, I was certain of that. Maybe not that evening, maybe not for weeks — but at some point in the future, I was going to be lying between Lisa’s thin thighs, licking her pussy.

I shook my head, marveling at the brazen woman that I’d become. How crazy is that… masturbating an underage girl in front of Vanessa? For that matter, what about indulging in sexual fantasies about my own daughter? No doubt about it, Lisa had put me through some very big changes.

I’d only just refreshed my club soda and returned to the living room when the doorbell rang. Nessa was on her feet immediately, shouting “PIZZA!”

The thumpthumpthump of Lisa’s bare feet grew louder from the hallway as she raced back to join us. Her cheeks were still a very fetching hue of pink. “PIZZA!” she echoed.

“Dinner is served,” I said, quickly slipping into a pair of sweatpants I kept handy before reaching for my purse.

The driver sent off with thanks and a generous tip, we grabbed plates, flipped open the two pizza boxes and tucked in.

After dinner, there were bowls of ice cream, then I asked, “What do you guys want to do now? Something else on TV?”

The girls glanced at one another, shook their heads and bellowed “Noooo!” as if they’d been choreographed. So cute… I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I know — let’s play Twister!” Nessa said, her eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, let’s!” Lisa chimed in.

So Vanessa raced to the closet and burrowed around inside until she emerged, triumphant, with the Twister game. We cleared a sizable space for play, then laid out the plastic sheet.

The girls pleaded with me to join in, but I elected to be the referee and wheel-spinner. Truth be told, I simply didn’t trust my very aroused self to behave in such a physical game.

So I got comfy on the sofa, the wheel in my lap, and we began to play. Needless to say, It was unbearably stimulating to watch those nubile young girls twist, turn, arch and spread themselves.

We were only three spins into the game when Lisa, with barely a glance at me, shucked her t-shirt. “It gets in my face when I bend down!” she complained, carelessly tossing it aside.

Nessa nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, it’s totally in the way,” she said, then reached down to tug her own top up and off.

And just like that, both girls were adorably topless. Their chests both had a rosy flush, and I saw Vanessa stealing the odd glance at Lisa’s prominently erect nipples. I didn’t blame her — they were fascinating. What excited me even more, though, was seeing Nessa’s smaller, lighter nipples stiffen visibly as she stared at Lisa’s.

Hmm. I was beginning to wonder if Vanessa might have a bit of a crush on her best friend. Like mother, like daughter, I thought, smiling wryly.

As for my own nipples… well, I only had to look down to see them quite clearly outlined through the faded old ZZ Top shirt I wore. My panties were so damp that they were practically squishing.

Breathing deeply in a useless attempt to calm my raging arousal, I spun the wheel. “Vanessa… right foot, red!”

A frustrated squeal. “But… that’s all the way over there!”

“Tough,” Lisa said. “If you knock me over, I win.” She was propping herself up by one arm with her left foot extended outward, giving me a lovely view of the crotch of her panties, which were stretched tautly enough to reveal the outline of her slit. Between that and her bare chest, my eyes couldn’t decide where to look.

“Fine, fine,” Nessa grumbled. Cautiously sliding a foot across the plastic sheet, she tried to work herself into what promised to be a very inelegant position. She wobbled a bit, but somehow managed to get onto the red circle without falling.

“Ummmmm… made it!” she crowed. Now Vanessa’s yellow-pantied bottom was just inches from Lisa’s nose.

“Hey! Get your butt outta my face!” Lisa protested.

“That’s your problem, goofball,” Vanessa smugly said. “If you don’t like it, get your face away from my butt!” She looked back over her shoulder. “It’s Lisa’s turn, Mom… make her move now!”

Tearing my eyes away from the delicious sight of my half-naked girls, I bent to give the wheel a spin, but before I could call out the result…

A shriek! Vanessa popped up, then whirled around to face Lisa, both hands on her bottom, her face a mask of outrage. “You… you bit me!”

Still in position, Lisa smiled mischievously. “You had your butt in my face! I couldn’t breathe.”

“I wasn’t even touching you!” Vanessa pouted, rubbed her behind.

Lisa stood. “You almost were.” She took a step towards Vanessa. “I didn’t do it that hard, did I?” She gave me a sheepish glance.

I stood. “Do you want me to look at it, honey?”

Vanessa shook her head, blushing. “No.” She looked back at herself briefly. “It doesn’t hurt that much, I guess.” She glared again at Lisa, who stood with hands clasped in front of her. “It surprised me, though.” She couldn’t help but smile a little. “You bit my butt, you… you cow!”

Lisa grinned, shrugged. “Sorry ‘bout that.” She turned and stuck out her own pretty little butt. “Wanna bite me back?”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “No… but I might smack you!” She darted toward Lisa, but before she could lay a hand on her friend’s rump, the girl shrieked and fled. Vanessa followed in hot pursuit.

God, my pussy was on fire! Well, Lisa or no, I needed to retrieve my panties from the bathroom if I planned to spend any more time with the girls. There was already a hint of dampness on the back of my t-shirt, and I didn’t want it to become a huge wet spot. That would leave me with some explaining to do.

So as the girls took their chase scene thumping up the stairs, I slipped into the bathroom, got my panties from the bathroom and slipped them on. Pausing in front of the full-length door mirror, I lifted my t-shirt up to the chin and studied my body, dreaming of Lisa staring at it, finding me sexy. Then I thought of Nessa, lookng at me and feeling the same way.

Almost by reflex, I thrust my hips forward and placed a hand between my legs, stroking myself through the thin material.

…Mmmmohhhhyes — damn it, no! Stop this right now or you’re going to be a big, hot sticky mess! I held up my wicked hand and gave it a sharp smack.

But I’m so horny! My libido replied. Why won’t you let me have any fun…?

With a sigh, I let my shirt drop. Turning the faucet, I splashed my face with some icy water, then headed back to the living room. I could hear their voices from there… what were those girls up to now?

Opening soon in your local Juicy Secrets: Chapter 5!

Family Practice, Chapter 2

  • Posted on January 7, 2017 at 3:50 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

I woke up feeling rested and at peace with the world. Maybe it was that there was no stress about homework, exams, or any of the social challenges of college to worry about. I was safe and sound in my own bed without a care in the world. That’s when I noticed my vibrator sitting on my nightstand. Not lying on my nightstand, but sitting up — deliberately balanced on end, sticking straight up like an eager erection. Last thing I remembered was falling asleep with it in my pussy. What the fuck was going on?

I might have taken it out or moved it during the night and not remembered, but I definitely wouldn’t have balanced it on end like that. I grabbed it and immediately noticed the scent of Mom’s lavender soap. Did my mother come into my room and pull my vibrator out of my pussy then clean it for me? So much for being at peace with the world. Mine was turning upside-down!

After putting on PJs and my fuzzy robe, I went downstairs. Mom was fussing around in the kitchen.

“Morning, sleepy head! I didn’t think I was going to see you until lunchtime.” She was acting like her normal self, which didn’t seem right.

“Do we have any coffee?” I rasped.

“Oh? So you’re a coffee drinker now? College has turned you into a new girl.” She then busied herself setting up the Keurig machine to make me a mocha latte type thing.

“Ah, Mom, did you come into my room last night or anything?”

“Not last night.” She selected a mug from the cupboard. “But I did check in on you this morning to see if you wanted waffles. You were dead to the world, so I figured I’d let you sleep.”

“And my… toy?”

“Oh, right. I saw it had fallen on the floor next to your bed, so I rinsed it off and left it on your nightstand.” She didn’t exhibit the least amount of embarrassment or judgement about it.

“Thanks…?” I never really thought of my mom as a prude, but I also never would have expected her to be so cool about something like this.

“No problem, honey. We don’t want you getting dust bunnies down there, now do we?” she joked. Who was this woman, and what had she done with my mother?

The coffee was done making itself and my mom brought it to me, then sat down. It was too hot to drink so I just blew across the top not knowing what to say.

“So, as long as we’re on the subject,” Mom began cheerily, “what was it like living in an all-girl dorm?”

“Wait, how were we on that subject?” Even though it wasn’t early, I had just woken up — maybe my brain wasn’t fully functioning yet.

“Oh, you know, all those young girls and all those hormones. You must have seen some pretty wild stuff going on.”

“Wild, as in…?”

“I don’t know. Maybe girls doing things they might not normally have done when they were back home. Trying out new things. Experimenting…” She spoke the last word with a suggestive lilt.

“Are you asking me if I saw any of the girls in my dorm hooking up?”

“Is that what they’re calling it now? Hooking up?”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess that was going on.” I took a sip and burned my tongue a little.

“That sort of thing happened when I was in college, but it’s probably a lot more common now.”

“Maybe.” Was I that transparent? Had Mom picked up on something so quickly? I didn’t think I was acting any different.

“How about you?”

“What about me?”

“You do any hooking up?”

“Um, no.” Where was this coming from? It was way too early to be dealing with this. “What makes you think I would?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just asking. If you’d rather not tell me, that’s perfectly fine. I respect your privacy.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” I insisted, maybe a little too strenuously. “I was too busy to worry about boys, much less even think about ‘experimenting’ with anyone.”

She looked at me for a few awkward moments, then shrugged. “No big deal one way or the other. I was just curious.” She stood and kissed me on the top of my head as I took another sip. “I just want you to know that you can tell me anything. You’re not a little kid anymore.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mom.” I wasn’t sure what all that was about, and I didn’t want to know.

Mom bustled around the kitchen cleaning up and rearranging things that didn’t need to be rearranged, but the good news was that the conversation turned to her flower beds, repainting the upstairs bathroom, and how ridiculous her friend Ruth looked after getting Botox injections. This I could deal with.

After a shower, I headed out to the mall with no real purpose in mind. I tried not to think about it, but my mother’s questions kept nagging at the edges of my mind. Where was she coming up with that stuff about “experimenting”? She’d never pried into my sex life (or lack thereof) before. Did she think just because she found my masturbation toy that the old rules didn’t apply anymore? I attempted to stop thinking about my mom, and her questions, and her pussy wrapped around my dildo, but the harder I tried to put it out of my mind, the more I thought about it.

I met up with some of my high school friends for dinner. We ate, laughed, and re-told each other our favorite old stories going as far back as middle-school. It was great seeing them again, but it was also strange at the same time. Everyone was the same and yet oddly different somehow. I couldn’t put my finger on it. On the drive home I wondered if it was like that for my mom. Was I the same but different to her?

I know it was hard for her when I left, despite the brave face she put on at the time. Maybe her latest bout of weirdness had less to do with me and more to do with her. Maybe she was having some kind of sexual crisis. I had been so distracted worrying about the things I was going through to stop and think that she was probably dealing with some things, too. Going off to college was a natural time of discovery for me. I hadn’t considered that suddenly having an empty nest would be a time of discovery for my mother. I decided to try to be a little more understanding of her weirdness as I pulled into the driveway and waited for the song on the radio to end before I headed inside.

Mom was in the living room watching TV in her PJs and robe.

“Dad asleep already?”

“You know him. Early to bed, early to rise, yada, yada.”

I sat down. I wanted to talk about what was going on, but I didn’t know how to start. After all these years of avoiding the topic of sex with her, it didn’t seem right trying to talk about it now. When the commercial break came along, she asked about my night out. I caught her up on what my friends were up to, then the show was back on. At the next break, I cleared my throat and spoke up.

“So, how are things with you and Dad?”

“Oh, the usual. His big concern now is how the Muslims are taking over the world.”

“No, I mean, how are things between you and Dad?”

She shrugged. “Same as normal. There were some adjustments after you left, but we’re fine.”

I squirmed. She wasn’t making this easy for me. “Okay, but, how about in the… you know, bedroom?”

My mom made ready to brush off my intrusion to her private life, then reconsidered. Her expression went from shocked, to worried, to amused all in about a second. She took a deep breath, stalling.

“Everything is also normal there,” she assured me. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. As long as you’re happy,” I offered somewhat lamely.

“I am,” she assured me. “Happy, but…” she bit her lip, unwilling to finish the thought. She smoothed her robe over her thigh just to have something to do with her hands. “I envy you, Emily,” my mom confessed quietly. “Off on your own for the first time. Everything ahead of you. All kinds of new experiences. Opportunities to discover yourself and learn about who you really are.” She took my hand and held it tight. “Just promise me you’ll be brave, and that you won’t let fear hold you back.”

“Hold me back from what?”

“From… whatever comes your way,” she answered cryptically.

“I’ll try,” I promised. I wasn’t so sure I could keep that promise. “I don’t know why you envy me unless you want more stress in your life, though.” My comment didn’t lighten the mood as much as I’d intended. “I mean, you had your time in college, Mom. You had all those experiences and discoveries for yourself, right?”

She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, I had opportunities. Opportunities, and regrets that I didn’t take advantage of them when I had the chance.” She absently tickled her fingers up my arm from my wrist to elbow, then back down again like she often did when I sat with her as a kid. “I let my fears get in the way, which I would hate to happen with you.”

“What kind of fears?”

“What other people would think if I did this, or that. Or what kind of person would it make me if I tried something that wasn’t strictly… normal. I was so afraid of making the wrong choice, that I really didn’t make any choices at all when it came right down to it. I don’t want you to have those kinds of regrets.”

I could feel she was holding something back, but silently willing me to draw it out of her. All her uncharacteristic comments and odd behavior were pointing toward whatever this something was.

“It might help if you told me what kind of choices you’re talking about,” I said, giving her what I hoped was the nudge she needed.

A wistful smile played across her lips. “There was this girl, Josette Lang. She was in my Psych 101 class. She was everything I wanted to be. Pretty, smart, nice body. She had a real attitude, but not in a bitchy kind of way. And she was genuine. No fronts, no pretending. She was comfortable with who she was, and it showed through in everything she did.”

“Were you friends with her?”

“Oh, no. She was way too cool for me to even think about talking to her. Plus, she was a junior and I was a lowly freshman. Of course, looking back, I was just being stupid. But… she did talk to me once.”

“And?”

Mom took a deep breath. “It was at a party toward the end of that first semester. The first one I’d been invited to. I almost didn’t go. But I did, and it was strange and exciting. I had my first beer, if you can believe it. I almost left when I saw some of the kids smoking marijuana. But then Josette came over and said hi. I didn’t even know she was there.”

Her fingertips had gone still on my arm. I was tempted to prompt her to go on, but I held my breath and waited instead.

“She told me she liked the presentation I did in class about the psychology of women in the workplace, and we were off into a whole conversation about work, and feminism, and what needed to be done to change the world for the better. God, we were so young and idealistic. Then she told me that she was glad she finally got a chance to meet me. Josette asked if I wanted to leave and go to her room to talk some more. The way she was looking at me made it clear she was interested in doing more than talking.”

My mind was already racing ahead to what might have happened in that girl’s dorm room. I almost forgot that it was my mother telling the story. Could she tell that I was getting inappropriately turned on by hearing this? “But, you didn’t go, did you?”

“No.” She shook her head, biting her lower lip. “I made up some stupid excuse and took off. I knew what she wanted to do with me back in her room, and that scared the hell out of me. It was too late by the time I admitted to myself that it was something that deep down I had wanted. I’d let the perfect opportunity slip by me, and I’ve regretted it ever since.”

“And, so, that’s where all the stuff you were asking about ‘experimenting’ was coming from?”

She patted my arm. “I’m sorry. I guess I was hoping to live vicariously through you. I shouldn’t have said anything like that. You’re not me, and I shouldn’t have projected the things I wanted onto you.”

“But… maybe I kind of want the same thing as you did.” It was like someone else was saying the words as I heard them coming out of my mouth. This was not something I was at all ready to share with anyone, much less my own mother.

“Emily? What are you saying?”

“No, nothing. I just…”

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. If anyone will understand, it’s me.”

“Well… there’s this girl,” I started, and we both laughed. “Her name is Kaylee, and she’s friends with my roommate. She hangs out with us a lot. She’s funny and a bit on the wild side sometimes. Kaylee will say anything to anyone and not even care. And she’s not shy at all. I’ve probably seen her naked, like, ten times since I’ve known her.”

“Sounds like a hot ticket.”

“Real hot. One night she was a little tipsy, and she was telling us about how she misses her friends back home. Then she said how her and this one friend would fool around together sometimes, and it turned out her friend was a girl. I was surprised, but she said it was no big deal and that it wasn’t like she was gay. They were just lesbian fuck buddies. Oops, sorry…”

“Oh, as if I’ve never heard the word ‘fuck’ before,” my Mom gave me a playful slap on my leg. “Go on.”

“Okay, well, I thought that was pretty weird, but I kept thinking about it for some reason. Then about a week later, me and Kaylee were walking to class and I was saying something about wanting a boyfriend and she was talking about how much she wanted to get laid. That’s when she made a joke about how the two of us should be fuck buddies together. I laughed it off at the time, but I think it was more than a joke. That was about two weeks ago and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

“Thinking about it as in you want to have sex with this girl?” It was weird how into my story Mom was.

“Maybe…?”

“Sweetheart, you have to do it!” She turned to face me, all excited, and took both my hands. “This exactly the kind of opportunity I don’t want you to miss out on.”

“But, I don’t know. It’s not like I’m a lesbian or anything. It’s just that…”

“It’s just that you’re curious. Which is perfectly natural. We’re all a little curious. The problem is too many of us don’t have to guts to follow through on it when the time comes.”

“I get that, but I don’t know if that’s who I am. I mean, I’ve barely done anything with boys and now I’m obsessing over doing stuff with a girl.”

“That’s what growing up is all about, sweetheart. It’s figuring out who you are. This is the time in your life when you have to take chances. It’s the only way you’ll ever truly know what you like, and be able to sort out what you don’t want.”

“This sounds like your broccoli argument.”

“My what?”

“How do you know you don’t like it unless you try it?”

“Oh,” she laughed. “But you tried it, and hated it, and you never had to eat it again. Right?”

“Actually, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’m kinda into broccoli now.”

“It’s like I don’t even know who you are anymore.” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me affectionately as we both giggled over it all.

“Okay, but here’s the real thing,” I said with a serious sigh. “I think about what it would be like to be with Kaylee, but I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of looking like an idiot.” I turned around and lay back, resting my head on my mom’s lap. She gently stroked my hair as I talked. “I’m really not all that good at sex with boys, which means I’m totally clueless when it comes to girls. I don’t want Kaylee to think that I’m an inexperienced loser — which is what I am.”

“Oh, honey, you’re not a loser.”

“You’re only saying that because you have to, Mom. I know that if I did anything with her that I would be all nervous and not know what to do. I’d be the worst and she’d never want to hang out with me again, much less be fuck buddies with someone who didn’t know the first thing about anything.”

“But that might be a good thing. Maybe she’d find your lack of experience endearing, and enjoy being the one to teach you.”

“Gah, I don’t want to be all cute and endearing. I want to be cool and sexy, and go all rock star on her pussy—”

I stopped short knowing I’d gotten carried away. My mom spoke before I could apologize.

“Going ‘rock star’ on her pussy would certainly be one option,” she said, sounding too practical for what we were discussing. “But is that something you can realistically pull off?”

“No,” I admitted. I had to keep my hand from going down between my legs. Talking out loud about Kaylee and the things I wanted to do with her was making me horny, even though it was with my mom. I also couldn’t help becoming keenly aware that my mom’s pussy was inches away from my left cheek, and her boobs were hovering just above my face. I shouldn’t have been having any of those thoughts, much less letting them get me even more excited. “I just don’t want to embarrass myself, that’s all.”

“I’d trade a little embarrassment for a lifetime of regrets over the road not taken, trust me.”

I knew she had a point, but I couldn’t imagine facing Kaylee the next day after a hook-up disaster. She’d tell my roommate how much I sucked at sex, and next thing you know everyone would know that I was a big, walking fail. I’d have to transfer to another school, in another state… maybe another country.

“I don’t know…” I whined, feeling more frustrated now that I’d heard myself lay out the problem.

“You’ll figure it out,” Mom assured me. “But for now, all this talk about rocking pussies has got me a bit hot and bothered.” She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the forehead, her breasts pressed against the side of my face as she did. “I’m going to head upstairs and spend a little quality time with my battery-powered fuck buddy.” She kissed me again, this time softly on the lips. “I suggest you do the same.”

God, my mom was basically telling me that our conversation had made her horny and that she was going to go masturbate because of it. Not only that, but she was suggesting that I go play with myself, too! This was so bizarre. And the fact that this all made my pussy ache in the most desperate way only made it all the more strange.

My mom eased out from under me. “Maybe after a couple good orgasms, things won’t seem so bleak.”

“Thanks for listening, Mom. And for not freaking out over all this.”

“G’night, honey. Have fun.” With a knowing wink she headed up to her room.

“You, too.”

Wow, I’d basically just told my mom to have fun fucking herself with a giant, rotating, multi-speed dildo. I heard her bedroom door close softly and couldn’t help wondering how she was going to do it. Was she going to lie on the bed next to my father and do it as quietly as she could so she wouldn’t wake him up? Or would she squat on the floor and ride the vibrator up and down? Maybe she’d take it into her bathroom and close the door so she could really go crazy on herself. My hand slipped into my pants as I rubbed myself over my underwear.

The image of my mom lying on her back on the bathroom floor naked was in my head. Her legs were up in the air and she was jamming the buzzing cock into her pussy. And she wasn’t being delicate about it, she was really ramming it in there! Her soft tits were swaying in time with her frantic thrusts. Fuck, she looked so sexy. I had no idea if reality came anywhere close to my imagination, but I did know that while all this was playing out in my head, my fingers had pulled aside the crotch of my panties and were now sliding in and out of my very wet hole.

I should have been disgusted with myself for fingering my pussy to thoughts of my mother masturbating, but instead I was more turned on than ever. I should be thinking about Kaylee. God, she was so sexy. And it wasn’t because she was this gorgeous super-model type or anything (though she definitely was cute), but it was because she had such a great attitude and was fun to be with. What would she think if she knew my mom was telling me that I should hook up with her? Most people would be weirded out by that, but she might actually be cool with it. I slipped two fingers into my hole and pushed them as deep as they would go. So warm and wet.

My mom. How crazy was that talk we’d just had? I’d never have guessed she’d been agonizing over passing up a chance to mess around with another girl back in her college days. I couldn’t imagine my mother having sex with my father, much less going down on a chick. I pumped my fingers in and out of my pussy trying not to make too much noise. The image of my mom giving Kaylee head popped uninvited into my mind. Oh, God, that was gross! But I couldn’t push the thought away.

Kaylee moaned and wiggled her hips as my mother sucked her pussy, turning her head and moaning as she did. Ugh, get out of my brain! Kaylee pinched her own nipples, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My mom was naked and finger fucking herself as she ate my crush’s cunt like a starving animal. I didn’t want to see this! Make it stop! The palm of my hand slapped against my hard clit as I beat off like mad. I was sure the wet smacking sound could be heard upstairs, but I was too far gone to care.

In my mind’s eye my mother looked up from between Kaylee’s thighs. A slather of saliva and pussy juice dripped down her lips and oozed off her chin. She smiled at me. “Get ready, sweetheart,” she said. “You’re next.”

My whole body convulsed suddenly and I was taken over by the most intense explosion of sensations there could be. No! I can’t be coming to that! Anything but that! My mother winked and went back to sucking Kaylee’s pussy as I bounced and bucked on the sofa, feeling my cunt flexing and almost crushing my fingers. When it seemed like my orgasm was going to go on forever, it began to subside. I kept rubbing and coaxed along a fading series of mini-orgasms that elicited a series of pleasant spasms over the next minute or so. Holy fuck, what was that about? I had to get myself under control.

Between my uncharacteristic desire for Kaylee, and my mom deciding to open up about her sex life with me out of the blue, everything was getting mixed up in my fantasies. I didn’t really have sexual feelings about my own mother. That was impossible. It was only that everything was happening all at once and getting confused in my horny, overstressed brain. Maybe if I had just hooked up with a couple random guys while I was at school, this wouldn’t be happening.

I turned off the downstairs lights and headed up to my bedroom. I paused at my door. I didn’t really want to hear my mom frigging herself, but I listened anyway. I was acting crazy. I went into my room and closed my door. I gave up trying to sleep after only ten minutes and fetched my dildo out of its not-so-secret hiding place. I spread my legs and slipped it in with a slow twist.

Cocks. That’s what I needed to focus on. Big, hard, throbbing cocks. Cocks in my pussy, cocks in my mouth. Guys jerking off. Balls flopping around everywhere, slapping against my ass or my chin. Fat mushroom heads and stiff shafts. Dicks, dicks, dicks. Nothing but thick, hairy, stinky dicks. That’s what normal girls think about when they masturbate, right? That’s probably what Kaylee thinks about. And my mom. Does she think about my dad’s dick as she fucks herself with her vibrator? Or does she fantasize about young studs with massive cocks gang-banging her in every hole? Maybe she thinks about taking on a black guy with a twelve-inch monster hog. But it’s more likely that she’s thinking about that girl, tonight. Josette. Wondering what it would have been like to be with her. Thinking about what her pussy might have tasted like. What it would have felt like to feel her naked tits pressed against hers. To kiss another woman. A soft, warm girl’s body. Naked. Pussy grinding against pussy. Fingers finding their way inside. Wetness. Tongues. Velvety flesh against her lips… fuuuuuck!

I started to come even as I cursed myself. I couldn’t even be normal for two fucking minutes!

“My mom wants to eat pussy,” I moaned as my climax bloomed into full glory. “She wants to fuck a girl… Just like me…” This was blurted into my pillow while I rode out another disturbing orgasm. “Make it stop!” I begged, my muffled whimper was swallowed by my pillow.

Starting tomorrow, I told myself, no more fucked up thoughts about other girls, and especially not about my mother. This time I made sure to remove my dildo from my pussy and put it away before pulling up the covers and falling into a fitful sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Well, why not?

  • Posted on January 6, 2017 at 2:00 pm

By Naughty Mommy

“The bottle’s almost empty,” said Claudia. “Here, finish it off.”

She poured the last of the wine into my glass, then picked up her own, which contained another swallow or two, and grinned, “Let’s drink to us.”

“Okay.”

We clinked glasses and drank. I’m not really sure why we were drinking to us, though — two divorced women, a pair of pathetic losers who couldn’t get dates and were stuck having dinner with each other once again.

Claudia and I were at Mario’s, a small, quiet Italian restaurant with good food. It was where we went every other Saturday night if neither of us had anything else to do, which usually was the case.

Also as usual, I was feeling depressed. I always hoped that this would be the week I’d have to tell Claudia I couldn’t meet her for dinner because I had a date. A date, with a man! How long had it been since I’d enjoyed that? Too long. Following my divorce four years earlier, I’d been on fewer than a dozen dates, with none leading to anything really worthwhile.

I’d had sex only a few times during that period, figuring the man was nice enough and good-looking enough — plus I never knew when the next chance might come along. So I slept with a couple of the guys, Ronald once and George twice. Once was quite enough with Ronald, thank you very much, and George never called again after the second time. That had been almost two years earlier. In all the time since then, my only orgasms had come from masturbation. I was constantly wearing out the batteries in my vibrator.

Why were good men so hard to find? That was the question Claudia and I lamented every other Saturday. Her luck with dating wasn’t much better than mine, and she’d been divorced twice as long as me. So, we sat and slowly ate our dinner and drank our wine and commiserated with each other.

This week, however, Claudia had another idea.

“Do you ever watch lesbian porn when you masturbate?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

I glanced quickly around at the other diners. The tables were close together, but as far as I could tell, no one had heard what she’d said.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed.

“Okay, sorry,” she giggled. “But do you?”

Shrugging, I said in a low tone, “Sometimes. Not usually, but sometimes, I guess. Why?”

“Well, did you ever think about maybe trying it? I know you’re not, you know, that way. But, I mean, it might be better than nothing, don’t you think?”

I frowned. “What are you suggesting?”

Claudia leaned across the table, candlelight flicking in her pretty blue eyes. Briefly, she put her hand out and touched mine, then took it away. “I’m saying that maybe you and I should try it. Just for, you know, for fun. Have you ever done anything like that before? With a woman, I mean?”

“No,” I shook my head.

Of course, I’d thought about it. Probably most women do at some point. But I never expected I’d be desperate enough to actually try it. I was really only interested in men when it came to sex.

“Well, do you want to?” said Claudia, looking eager. It was obvious that she’d been thinking about this, probably quite a bit.

“It can’t be that bad,” she continued. “And if we don’t like it, we wouldn’t have to do it again. But it might, you know, on the other hand, be pretty nice. Sometimes the women in those videos look like they’re having an awful good time.”

That was true. Although I’d just told my friend that I only watched lesbian porn sometimes, I had to admit — to myself, if to no one else — it was those videos that always got me the most excited. Watching a sexy woman lick another woman and bring her to orgasm was guaranteed to get me off, in a big way. But that didn’t make me a lesbian, did it?

“Come on, say yes,” Claudia urged. “We can go to your place. Audrey’s at her dad’s, right? So we’ll be alone. And if you don’t like it, I promise I won’t push you. I’ll go home whenever you want me to.”

“How long have you been thinking about this?” I asked. I couldn’t help but smile. Her girlish enthusiasm was infectious.

It was Claudia’s turn to shrug. “For a while. For a few months, anyway. I didn’t bring it up before because I wasn’t sure how you’d react. And I kept hoping that I’d, you know, meet someone. Or maybe you would, and then it wouldn’t matter. But now, since we’re both unattached and we have no other prospects — well, why not?”

She certainly had a point. Why shouldn’t we do it? I had no moral objection, and I might even enjoy having sex with a woman. I’d never find out unless I tried.

I paused a moment, thinking about all this. After taking the last swig of my wine, I nodded, “Okay, sure. Why not? Let’s do it.”

We quickly paid the bill and left the restaurant, driving in separate cars to my home, located in a suburb a few miles away. Claudia lived alone in an apartment on the other side of town. She had no children. I had one daughter, Audrey, who was 10. This was her weekend with her father, which occurred twice a month. That’s when Claudia and I would go out.

As I unlocked the door and we stepped inside the house, I was filled with worries.

Could I really go through with this? How would we start? What if something went wrong? What if I made some kind of horrible mistake? I didn’t know how to make love with a woman, even though I’d seen plenty of videos. Would I be inept? Or maybe undesirable? What if, halfway through, Claudia decided I wasn’t attractive enough and changed her mind?

I turned on the lights and we put our stuff down, our coats and purses.

“Um, would you, would you like a drink?” I asked nervously.

She shook her head. “No, nothing, thanks.”

“Okay, well, do you want to sit down?”

I started toward the couch in the living room, but Claudia caught my hand. “Let’s go in the bedroom,” she suggested in a soft voice.

Swallowing hard, I nodded, “All right.”

Claudia was 36 at the time, four years older than me. She had a lovely face — full red lips, big blue eyes, a pert nose — framed by natural blonde curls that fell to her shoulders. Her skin was fair, with a few freckles. She was plump, though, with large breasts, heavy thighs, and a big bottom.

I, on the other hand, was slim, you might even say skinny. Also, unfortunately, I’m not very pretty. My nose is crooked, my eyes too close together, and I have a pointed chin. My boobs are small and saggy, my legs not very shapely. I used to think I was lucky to attract any men at all for dates or for sex, no matter how infrequent that might be. Right then I was concerned that my lack of conventional beauty would turn Claudia off.

That didn’t seem to be a problem, though. She took my arm, squeezing it, as we walked down the hall to the master bedroom at the end. “This should be fun,” she grinned.

After shutting the door behind us, I asked, “Have you, um, ever done this? With a woman, I mean?”

Claudia giggled, shaking her head. “Not really. Not since high school at least, but then it was just kissing, you know, and kind of humping, that sort of thing. How about you? Anything at all?”

“No, nothing. Not even kissing.”

All through school, I’d been shy and quiet, not popular at all with the boys, or with the girls for that matter. It wasn’t until my senior year in high school that I was asked on a date, but only one time. Finally, in my second year of college, I met a guy I really liked.

Warren wasn’t exactly handsome, and certainly not buff. Like me, he was skinny and awkward. But he was very smart and very kind. He started taking me out, treating me like a lady, complimenting me, making me laugh. I fell in love.

I also got pregnant. We were married when I was 21 and he was 23. I was four months along, and already showing. That was with Audrey, of course. What a beautiful baby she was! I dropped out of school, planning to be a full-time mother and housewife. Warren was almost done with his Masters by then, working toward a PhD in Chemistry. His parents were quite well off and it was through their help that we were able to squeak by during those years, with my husband making only a little money as a TA and me staying home.

The marriage was good for a while. We were both very happy, or at least I thought we were. Then one day my world fell apart. About a week after our sixth wedding anniversary, Warren came home and with tears in his eyes told me he couldn’t live a lie any longer. He was gay.

What could I say? I couldn’t tell him not to be gay, and I didn’t want him to be unhappy. I loved the guy. I did then and I still do today. Even if it meant we’d have to break up, get a divorce — if that’s what it took for Warren to find what he was looking for, I would accept it. And I did.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” said Claudia.

Her question brought me back to the present. “Huh? Kiss me?” I asked stupidly.

“Yeah.”

Without waiting for a response, she took me in her arms, bringing her mouth to mine. Her lips were unbelievably soft, so much different from a man’s. She held me, her hands caressing my body. Claudia’s tongue sought mine, and found it. I relaxed, gave in, and let her make love to me, forgetting my earlier worries.

* * *

I enjoyed sex with Claudia, enjoyed it very much. It seemed not at all like my recent experiences with males, but gentler, less hurried, more about being in the moment than about rushing toward a conclusion. It didn’t make me decide to be a lesbian — I still longed for the feel of a man’s hard, hot cock pushing up inside me — but for the time being this was nearly as good, if in a different way.

After that first night, when I’d been almost completely passive, I began gaining confidence too, sometimes taking the lead in bed. It was fun trying new things with her, experimenting, learning together.

In some ways, in fact, this was even better than what I’d known before, at least if you counted the number of orgasms I was having. I remember laughing with Claudia one night after she’d brought me to climax yet again, telling her I’d probably come more with her in a fairly short time than I’d had in all my years of marriage to Warren.

That’s not to say he was a bad lover. It’s just that it wasn’t very frequent. For reasons I now understand, my husband didn’t approach me for sex very often. It was usually up to me to make the first move — and being naturally reticent, I rarely did that. We would go for weeks without making love, sometimes several months. And when we finally did get together, it would be over fairly quickly. This was not very satisfying for me, obviously. I still loved Warren, though. He was, and is, a sweet, gentle, wonderful man.

Claudia and I, by contrast, made love many, many times over about a six-month period, as often as we could. Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t as if we were in a romantic relationship. It wasn’t like that at all. Neither of us felt that way. We were just friends, good friends. The point was simply sex with someone you liked. It was convenient and extremely pleasurable too. For me, however, this was still just a stopgap, something to do until the right man came along.

It turned out, though, that when that man did come along, it was Claudia who found him, not me. She met this guy named Spencer, a friend of a friend, and the two of them hit it off right away.

I was kind of hoping at first that Spencer might be the type who’d be willing to share, that he might like the idea of being with two women at once, either just watching Claudia and me, or better yet fucking both of us. That way I could get back in the action.

When I finally got up the courage to speak to Claudia about this, after they’d been together for a couple of months, she laughed, then kissed me on the lips.

“Oh, you beautiful thing,” she smiled, chucking my chin. “Don’t you think I’ve thought about that too? Of course I have. And if it was up to me… but, you know, Spencer has his own ideas, and that’s just not his thing. I’ve hinted about it, more than hinted, in fact. I’ve asked him. But I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. He wants it to be just me and him, that’s all. I’m really sorry, sweetie.”

“No, don’t apologize,” I said. “I understand. And I’m happy for you, I really am. I’m glad you found a great guy like him. I hope it lasts forever.”

* * *

So, as far as sex goes, I was on my own again, back to watching porn and using my vibe to get off. That was all right, I suppose, but I missed Claudia a whole lot. I felt lonely.

I did have a few dates from time to time. These were with a guy named Jim, a newly hired employee at the trucking company where I worked as a dispatcher. He was nice and sort of fun, but the only thing Jim really cared about was bowling. That was his big hobby, and it was what we always did on our dates. Our relationship, such as it was, never progressed to sex.

“We’re not dating any more now, just friends,” I said to my little sister Brooke.

It was my daughter Audrey’s weekend with her dad and I’d taken Brooke out to dinner. We were at a seafood restaurant, however, instead of at Mario’s. It was too depressing for me to think about going there again.

“Okay,” my sister smiled, “I wish you could meet someone else, though.”

“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Maybe someday I will.”

Brooke, my only sibling, was 28 and a free spirit. She traveled around the country, earning money as a waitress or a bartender, never remaining in one place for too long. She’d arrived in town a few days earlier and was visiting for a week or two, staying at our house. We hadn’t seen her in nearly three years.

“Any new tattoos?” I asked her. “Since the last time you were here?”

She laughed. “Yeah, a couple.” Brooke was covered with tattoos and had numerous piercings too. I had none of either, except for one hole in each earlobe.

“I’ll show them to you after we get home. Can’t do it now, in public,” she winked, before popping a fried shrimp in her mouth.

My sister and I had not been very close growing up. I was five years older, quiet and reserved. She was outgoing, popular, and more than a little wild. Our parents had a hard time controlling her. In fact, they couldn’t. Flaunting their attempts at reining her in, Brooke got piercings and tattoos, drank too much, tried drugs, had sex with both boys and girls whenever she felt like it. I don’t know how she managed to keep from getting pregnant. She was using birth control, of course, but as I knew from my own experience, that isn’t always foolproof.

After graduating high school, Brooke took off, traveling first to Europe with some friends, then to India, to Thailand, and finally to Australia, somehow making a living wherever she went. It was three years before she came back to the US, all grown up, sporting a bunch of new tattoos, and now a confirmed lesbian.

“So Claudia doesn’t even want to see you on the side? You know, secretly?” she asked.

Over my third glass of wine, I’d told her about my experimental affair with Claudia. Brooke was delighted, but wondered why I’d ever allowed it end.

I shook my head. “No, she wouldn’t do that, and I wouldn’t want to either. Spencer’s too nice a guy. I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Okay, well, she’s not the only woman in the world, you know. There are a lot of others looking for sex — and even if you think they’re straight, most women will go both ways. Believe me, I know.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” I grinned. “But really, I’m not that interested in finding another woman right now. I’m, you know, straight. Or at least I think I am.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think you are? You’re not sure?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve only been with one woman. And I’ve always been straight, all my life. Of course, I’ve only had sex with three men, and one of them was gay, so…” I started to giggle, realizing how silly that sounded. Brooke joined me. We laughed together.

After we calmed down, my sister reasoned, “You’ve only been with one woman, like you said, so maybe before you make up your mind if you’re gay or straight, or bisexual or whatever, you ought to play around a little more. Give yourself a chance to find out.”

“I don’t know, maybe,” I shrugged, taking a bite of grilled salmon, then looking away.

I wasn’t all that comfortable talking about this subject with Brooke, especially not in a crowded restaurant, and was starting to wish I hadn’t told her about my adventures with Claudia. But she didn’t seem to want to let it go.

“You probably think I’m not the best person to give advice,” Brooke said earnestly. “I mean, my life hasn’t amounted to much yet, and you’ve got a nice house and a beautiful daughter and everything. But I just hate to see you closing yourself off from other possibilities, you know?”

“I guess,” I shrugged again.

“Just think about it.”

“Okay, I will.”

We were quiet for the next few minutes, finishing our dinner. On the way home, we made small talk.

Once we were inside the house, though, Brooke started in on me again. “I’m really serious about this. A few times with one woman is not enough for you to decide about your sexual orientation, whether you enjoyed it with her or not.”

“I did enjoy it with her,” I said, somewhat defensively.

“Well, see? That’s what I mean. You might like being with another woman just as much, maybe even more. Who knows until you try?”

“I know, I know. You’re probably right. But, um, I just… I think it’s easier for you. You’re so much younger and prettier than I am. I don’t, you know, really have that many opportunities.”

My voice caught as I said that, and tears came to my eyes. Damn it! I didn’t want to cry in front of her, and I didn’t want my sister feeling sorry for me. But I couldn’t help myself. I sat down on the couch, covering my face with my hands.

Brooke sat next to me and put her arms around me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, petting my hair. “I should just shut up. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” I sobbed.

She let me cry for a minute or so, murmuring soft words, gently petting, soothing, kissing my hair. When I took my hands away from my face, Brooke drew a tissue from her pocket, affectionately drying my tears, even wiping my nose. I did my best to smile and compose myself.

“There you go,” she said. “All better.”

She kissed my nose, my cheek, and then my lips.

I was caught by surprise when Brooke kissed my mouth. That first kiss seemed to be just loving and tender, comforting, non-sexual. But after that, she kissed me a second time on the lips, and this time there was no mistaking her intent.

“I — what — what’re you —?” I stammered.

“I’m kissing you,” she breathed, as she kissed me again. Now her tongue was in play, teasing my lips, asking to be let in.

“No, I — we can’t,” I protested. “I mean, you’re my sister!”

“So? What difference does that make?”

As she said this, Brooke pushed me down on the couch, gently but firmly. She lay on top of me, kissing my mouth again and again. Finally she drew back and said, “You’re a woman. I’m attracted to you. You want sex, and so do I. Who cares if we’re sisters?”

“But…”

“You want it, don’t you? You want sex? You want someone to kiss you and touch you and make love with you? Isn’t that what you want?”

“I, I guess…”

“That’s what I want too. So, if we both want it — well, why not?”

I started to laugh.

“What?” asked Brooke. “What is it?”

“That’s the same thing Claudia said.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“We were out at dinner one night, and she was talking about having sex with me for the first time, but I wasn’t sure about it, and then she said, ‘Well, why not?’”

Brooke smiled. “And what did you say to her?”

“Um… I said, ‘Okay, let’s do it.’”

“Nice. I like that answer.” My sister brought her mouth to mine again, this time shoving her tongue inside.

Continue on to Part Two

My Niece Janelle, Chapter 7

  • Posted on January 5, 2017 at 3:08 pm

By Muffi

I awoke the next morning when I felt Janelle untangling herself from my arms. Before I could open my eyes, she had padded out of the living room. A few moments later, I heard the toilet flush, and sat up on the couch. From the light filtering through the drapes, I knew it had to be early. I glanced at the clock across the room. Five-fifteen. Geez…

Raising myself into a sitting position, my eyes drifted over to the snake tank. There were Ellie and Nellie, ready to pass judgment on me after what I’d done with Janelle last night…

That was when I paused in mid-thought, slowly rose to my feet and drifted over to the aquarium. I stared at my snakes, dazed.

They weren’t judging me. They weren’t saying anything to me — just lying peacefully, at one with the snake universe. I felt both relieved and incredibly foolish. Had I actually worked up this fantasy of guilt and retribution in my own mind, turning my own pets into Grand Inquisitors?

A total head case? Me? Yeah, quite probably. But now that Janelle and I had made love, all the fretting and agonizing I’d done seemed completely pointless. I hadn’t hurt my niece — I’d made her incredibly happy. She loved me, and I adored her. So there.

Taking a deep breath, feeling more at ease than I had in days, I made my way back to the couch and sat.

As if she knew that I’d been thinking about her, Janelle came thumping back into the living room and climbed up on the couch to kneel next to me. With a smile, she wound her arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth.

“G’mornin’, Aunt Meagan!” she said brightly.

“Good morning, Sweetie,” I replied. “You’re up bright and early.”

“I know,” she grinned. “An’ I’m hungry, too.”

“You’re hungry all the time.”

“Nuh-uh! Only most of the time!”

“Well, you know where everything is,” I said, laughing despite the early hour. “Go stuff your face while I go to the bathroom.”

“Okies!” she said, bounding from the couch and down the hall.

I headed to the bathroom to the sound of dishes clattering in the kitchen. I peed, brushed my teeth, and ran my fingers through my hair, then headed down to the kitchen. I needed coffee. Desperately.

Janelle was sitting at the table eating a huge bowl of cereal when I walked into the kitchen. I started the ritual of making my coffee.

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “are you gonna call my Mom today and find out how Grampa’s doin’?”

“Yes, Sweetie, I am,” I said. “And I promise, if there’s been any change, I’ll call the school and leave a message for you, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said.

I dropped two slices of bread in the toaster, then sat at the table. Janelle finished her cereal; pushing her bowl away, she looked at me, gave a loud, satisfied belch, then grinned.

I shook my head. “You’re such a little lady,” I said.

“But you love me,” she sang, grinning.

I couldn’t help laughing. “Yes,” I said, “I love you.”

Her grin faded to a gentle smile. Standing up, she came around the table and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, too, Aunt Meagan,” she whispered.

I hugged her, smiling at the feel of her warmth against me. When she pulled away and sat back down, I looked at her expectantly. I sensed that she wanted to say something.

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “is it weird that I think I only like girls?”

“Well, no, I don’t think so,” I said. “But I’m a lesbian, so of course I wouldn’t think it was weird.” I hesitated for a moment. “Do you think it’s weird?”

“I dunno,” she said slowly. “I mean, you know how Sarah was always talkin’ about dykes, and how gross an’ disgusting they are and stuff. I’d be scared ta let anybody know I like girls.”

“Sweetie,” I said, “you know that you don’t have to announce it to the world, right? I don’t introduce myself to strangers and say, ‘Hi, I’m Meagan Bristol, and I’m a lesbian.’ I suppose that a lot of people figure it out, but I don’t just go and tell everyone I meet. It’s not a secret, but I don’t broadcast it. Do you understand what I mean?”

“So I should keep it a secret?” she asked.

“That’s up to you, Sweetie,” I said. “In some ways, it’s easier to keep it a secret. But after a while, that gets to be hard, too, because it’s like you aren’t being honest about yourself.”

“So, do you think I’m a lesbian, Aunt Meagan?” She was staring at me intently.

“Janelle, that’s something I can’t answer,” I said. “The only person who can answer that is you.”

“But how do you know?”

“Well, for me, I knew it the day that I stopped asking myself if I might be a lesbian, and actually admitted to myself that I am. When I admitted it to myself, I felt much better. Kind of peaceful, you know? There were no more questions, just knowing.”

Janelle thought about this for a few moments. “Then I don’t know if I am or not,” she said, “cuz I’m still tryin’ ta figure it out.”

“It might take you a while, Sweetie,” I said, smiling. “But don’t worry about it too much, okay? Just let yourself feel what you feel. Eventually, you’ll know.”

“‘Kay,” she said. “I gotta go get ready for school!” She jumped out of her chair and ran upstairs.

When I got to my room to get dressed, Janelle already had on her jeans and a cute little purple top with spaghetti straps. She was tying her sneakers as I came into the room. I got myself dressed, ran one brush through my hair and another over my teeth, and went back downstairs to wait for Janelle to finish. I hadn’t heard from Michelle, so I assumed that our little visit to see Sara’s father was still on for the afternoon.

Janelle came bounding down the stairs with her backpack. “Don’t forget, Sweetie,” I said, “Sara is coming over for a while after school this afternoon.”

“I know,” she said, “We’ll prob’ly do our homework, so Sara doesn’t hafta do it when she gets home t’night.”

“Okay,” I said. “And Janelle, listen. Michelle is coming over today at about three-thirty. We have something that we need to do. Will you and Sara be okay here for a little while? I want you to keep all the doors locked while we’re gone.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Janelle. She stared at me for a moment. “Are you guys gonna try ta do somethin’ about Sara’s Dad?”

“Yes, we are,” I said, nodding. “But I need you to keep it a secret, okay? I don’t want Sara to be scared or upset about this.”

“‘Kay. I hope you can do somethin’, so she’ll stop bein’ sad all the time.”

“So do I, Sweetie,” I replied. “So do I.”

We got loaded into the Chevy, and I took Janelle to school. Before she got out, she leaned over and gave me a huge, wet smacking kiss on the mouth. Pulling away she grinned at me, that mischievous look in her eyes.

“I loved last night, Aunt Meagan,” she said softly. “I like makin’ love. I like it a lot.”

I reached out and stroked her hair. “I loved it, too, Sweetie. And I love you even more.”

She grinned and opened the door. “See ya this afternoon!”

“Okay,” I said. “Remember, don’t say anything to Sara about me and Michelle.”

“I won’t. Bye, Aunt Meagan!” She slammed the door and ran off toward the front doors of the school.

I drove back home, and called Kate as soon as I got there. I felt a pang of guilt when she answered, thinking about last night, but I shoved it aside. It wasn’t wrong. I would not let myself feel guilty or ashamed because of it.

Kate said that her father-in-law seemed to be holding his own, and that things actually looked a little better, though he wasn’t out of the woods yet. She still wanted me to bring Janelle to see him on Friday, though, just in case things got bad again. I told her about my plan with Michelle for that afternoon, and made sure she was okay with Janelle being left alone for a little while. She had no problem with it. She wished us luck, I told her to give my love to her in-laws, and we hung up.

I spent the rest of the day catching up on my work, and was surprised when I noticed it was almost time to go get the girls from school. I finished up, and headed out to the Chevy.

When I pulled up in front of the school, Sara and Janelle were waiting for me, heads together, smiling and giggling. They saw me and ran to the car, climbing in back and buckling their seatbelts.

“Hi, girls,” I said. “Sara, it’s nice to see you again!”

Sara smiled shyly at me in the rearview mirror. “It’s nice to see you, too, Meagan.”

“Aunt Meagan,” said Janelle, “can we stop at McDonald’s on the way home? Please?”

I glared at her in the mirror. “Are you ever not hungry?”

She thought about this for a moment. “Nope,” she said.

“Okay,” I sighed. “We’ll stop at McDonald’s. But we’ll have to use the drive-through, because I have an appointment this afternoon.” I glanced in the mirror at Janelle.

She nodded to me. ” ‘Kay,” she said, “We can eat it when we get ta your house.” I just shook my head.

Sara, at least, had a normal appetite. One burger, a small order of fries, and a small soda. Janelle, on the other hand, ordered two double cheeseburgers, a super-sized order of fries, and a large soda. I have no idea where she puts it.

“You know,” I said, “one day, that stuff is going to catch up with you, and you’re going to start getting fat. At least, if there’s any justice in the world, you will.”

“Will you still love me if I get fat?”

“Maybe,” I said. She gave me a hurt look.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “I’ll love you no matter how fat you get.”

She grinned. “I knew it,” she said.

“Brat!”

Both girls giggled. I think Sara was still trying to adjust to the banter that takes place constantly between Janelle and I. I truly hoped that one day, I’d get to see that sad little face light up and have Sara feel completely at ease with us.

When we got to my place, the girls tumbled out and into the kitchen to eat. I went in and checked the clock. It was almost three-thirty; Michelle would be here soon. I felt a little anxious about what was going to happen, but I was also pretty secure knowing that Michelle would be there. She’s no one’s victim, and if things got out of hand, I knew that she could handle the guy.

I was in the kitchen with the girls, watching them eat and laughing with them when the doorbell rang. I went and opened the front door, to find Michelle standing there smiling at me.

I felt a little pang of regret for a moment. We had been good together, but it was over now. I was just glad that we still got along well enough that she was willing to go out of her way to help me with this.

“Hey, girl!” I said. “Long time, no see! Come on in, the girls are in the kitchen stuffing their faces.”

Michelle stepped into the hallway as I closed the door behind her. She followed me into the kitchen.

“Janelle,” I said, “look who’s here!”

Janelle gave Michelle her signature grin. “Hiya, Michelle,” she said around mouthful of fries. “This is my friend, Sara.”

“Well, hi, Sara,” Michelle said. “It’s nice to meet you.” She put her hand out for Sara to shake.

Sara took Michelle’s hand shyly and nodded, apparently too polite to talk with her mouth full. Which is more than I could say for Janelle.

Janelle swallowed hard, and then piped up, “Michelle’s a cop, Sara.”

“Police officer, Janelle, please,” said Michelle, giving a mock frown.

“Nope. Aunt Meagan says you’re a cop, ‘n’ she says you’re a damn good one, too!”

Sara gasped, and Michelle raised her eyebrows at me. Janelle looked perplexed. “What? She does!”

“Teaching her to talk like a real lady, eh, Meagan?” asked Michelle.

“Oh, be quiet,” I said, turning to the girls. “Okay, you two. Michelle and I have to run and take care of something. We won’t be gone for more than an hour. I want you to keep the doors locked until I get back, okay? And don’t answer the phone. Just let the answering machine get it. If there’s an emergency, you know my cell number.”

“‘Kay,” Janelle said. She was staring at me.

“See you later, girls,” Michelle said, smiling. “Nice meeting you, Sara.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Sara replied.

I made sure all the doors were locked, then we went to Michelle’s car. When we got in, Michelle gave me a long look.

“It’s in her eyes,” she said quietly, through clenched teeth. “You can see it in her eyes.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “It pisses me off more than I would have thought.”

Michelle gave me a look. “I’m not surprised. You always were one to fight for the underdog.”

“I’m no one’s hero, Michelle,” I said. “That’s why you’re coming with me.”

“So, how do we want to do this?” she asked.

“Honestly,” I said, “I don’t know. Maybe I should talk to him alone? With two of us, he might feel threatened, especially since you’re a cop.”

“And a damn good one, too,” she grinned at me.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head,” I said. She laughed at me. The bitch.

“What about this?” I asked. “I’ll get him to come out on the porch to talk to me, and you can stand by the car. You don’t look too intimidating, but if he thinks there’s two of us, he probably won’t start anything.”

“About looking intimidating…” she said, letting the sentence hang.

“What?”

“Look in the back seat.”

I turned to look in the back. On the seat was what I’d always called Michelle’s Batman utility belt, and her small leather badge case.

“But you aren’t in uniform,” I said, turning to look at her.

“So I’m in plain clothes,” she said. “Look, I’m wearing blue jeans and a white polo shirt. Trust me, with the belt, and the badge on my shirt, there’s no mistaking that I’m a cop.”

“Do you think that’s a wise thing to do? You’re not on duty.”

“He won’t know that. Besides, he’s not going to call the police. He’s not smart enough or brave enough to try and explain the visit away.”

“Okay,” I said. “It’s your call.”

“What are you going to say to him?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

“Just going to wing it, huh?”

“Trust me, every time I see that bruise in my mind, I get mad enough to kill. I’ll come up with something.”

When we got to the long driveway that led to Sara’s house, Michelle stopped the car and got out. She reached in and got her belt from the back seat, then took her badge out of the leather case and pinned it to her shirt. She climbed back into the car.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s scare the shit out of this bastard.”

Michelle pulled the car up in front of the steps to the front porch. She shut the engine off. “Here we go,” I said, opening my door and getting out.

I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. I knew she’d be there if I needed help.

As I stepped onto the porch, I heard Michelle’s door close with a solid thunk. The house was open; I could see the Davidson patriarch sitting in his beloved recliner, the usual bottle of cheap vodka on the table next to him. It was only about one-third full.

My heart was pounding. I was scared, but damn it, this needed to be done. I took a deep breath and knocked hard on the screen door.

“Yeah, who is it?” he said in a snarling voice. He didn’t move from the recliner, didn’t even look up.

“It’s Meagan Bristol, Mr. Davidson. I need to speak to you.”

“Who? Oh, yeah, I remember you. Whad’ya want?”

“I need to speak with you for a minute, please. Could you come out here?”

“Oh, fer Christ’s fuckin’ sake!” The recliner thumped down, and he stood, listing slightly to one side. Good. If he decided to take a swing, his coordination would be off. Not that I’d be close enough for him to hit me, anyway.

He stood on the other side of the screen door. “The fuck do you want?” He peered out blearily. “Where’s Sara?”

“Sara’s fine, Mr. Davidson. She’s at my house. I need to talk to you out here for a minute. Would you come out, please?”

“I can talk just fine from here,” he snarled. “Now what the fuck do you want?”

I took a deep breath. Now I was getting pissed off. I’m not nice when I’m pissed off.

“Listen, Chuck,” I said sarcastically, “you can either come out here so I can talk to you, or my friend the police officer over there can arrest you for child abuse. Which way do you want it?”

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?” His voice went low and nasty. He pushed the screen door open and stepped onto the porch as I moved back. I let him take in Michelle, standing by the car with arms folded under her breasts, the badge, gun, and various other cop accessories clearly visible. He glared at me. “I said, what the fuck are you talkin’ about, bitch?”

“Listen, Chuck…”

He cut me off with a growl. “Don’t fuckin’ call me Chuck.”

I’d had enough of his mouth. “Okay, asshole, listen up. We’re doing you a favor coming here. If anything I say can make its way through that two-dollar vodka and into your miniscule little brain, you’d better shut your fucking mouth and pay attention.” I watched his fists ball up, but refused to back away. Michelle was there, I’d be okay.

“What I’m talking about, asshole, is a bruise that’s just about the size of one of those fists I’m looking at. It’s in the small of Sara’s back. It’s pretty distinct, too, asshole. It was made by a fist, and I seriously doubt that your wife’s hands are that big. In fact, come to think of it, I bet if we had a chance to look your wife over, we’d probably find a few more, wouldn’t we?”

His face was a mask of rage now. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

“I told you to shut your fucking mouth,” I snapped. “My cop friend is here to back me up. You’re lucky she’s not here to arrest you. She’s seen the pictures that I took of Sara’s back.” He suddenly looked a little frightened. Good.

“The only reason I haven’t filed a complaint against you with my cop friend here is for Sara. As much of a dickhead as you are, you’re still her father, and I really don’t think she wants you in jail. And trust me when I tell you that I have the evidence to lock your miserable little ass for a while.”

The bastard grinned at me. “Not for very long,” he said. “And what do you think happens then?”

“Chuck, Chuck, Chuck,” I said, in a patronizing tone. “You don’t get it, do you?”

He just stood there looking confused.

“You fucked up, you moron,” I said. “Sara has friends. I’d be willing to bet that with just a little bit of persuasion, Colleen would be more than happy to walk away and leave you crawling in the dirt.”

He laughed. “And where would she go? Who the fuck would take that useless bitch in?”

“I would,” I said, smiling. “In a heartbeat. You’d better believe that I’m going to make sure she knows that, too.”

He started to raise his fist.

“I’d love it if you hit me, Chuck,” I said quietly. “Please, go right ahead. You’ll be in jail faster than you can blink.”

The hand dropped. Damn it! I was beginning to have second thoughts about this whole plan. I wanted a reason, other than Sara, to have this guy arrested.

When dealing with a drunk, keep running your mouth. It will piss them off every time.

“Ah,” I said. “Not only nutless, but gutless, too. What’s wrong, Chuck? Are you afraid of a woman who isn’t afraid of you?”

I watched his jaw clench, working like he was grinding his teeth. “You better shut the fuck up, cunt,” he hissed.

“No, you better shut the fuck up. I’m going to tell you how it’s going to be from now on, and if you slip up once, if you lay a hand on Sara or your wife again, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your miserable existence.”

I didn’t even see the hand coming. I felt something hit my cheekbone and I saw an explosion of stars as I fell on my back. I heard Michelle screaming something, but the words weren’t getting past the ringing in my ears. Then I heard the gun go off. Oh, shit, I thought, she shot him. She fucking shot him.

Michelle was still screaming. The words were coming through now, something about get down on your knees with your hands behind your head, then something about lie down flat.

I lifted myself up on one elbow to see Michelle, her gun pressed to the back of Chuck’s head, her knee on the back of his neck as she dug the handcuffs out of her belt. She cuffed his hands behind his back, told him to stay there, and got up.

As she came towards me, she holstered her gun, then helped me to sit up. “You okay?” she asked.

I nodded, feeling my cheekbone gently. It throbbed, and it was going to bruise. It was already swelling. I smiled at her. “Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad you were here.”

“Jesus, Meagan,” she said quietly. “What the hell? Were you trying to get him to hit you?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He’s not the kind who’s going to stop, Michelle. He’ll never stop, and one of them will get hurt really badly, or killed. I had to get him to hit me. Now I can press charges, too.”

Michelle sighed. “You know how much paperwork I’m going to have to do? I discharged my weapon.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. I had to. Why did you shoot?”

“He wouldn’t stop. He kept coming for you. The only thing he could do with you flat on your back was start kicking. That wasn’t going to happen.”

I watched her stand and step over to the man she’d just taken down. “Charles Davidson, you’re under arrest for the assault of Meagan Bristol. You are also under arrest for child abuse, and endangering the welfare of a child. I’m hoping I can find more.” I listened as she read him his rights. She pulled her cell phone out, and hit speed dial.

“This is Officer DuBois,” she said. “I need backup here; I have one suspect in custody. No, I’m off duty, and I’m not going to transport him in my vehicle. Yes.” She gave directions to our location, then hung up the phone.

It’s amazing how fast the cops show up when one of their own needs backup. Within about four minutes, there were five police cars in front of the Davidson house, lights flashing, cops all over the place. Chuck was led away to a patrol car. Michelle was talking to another officer, one with stripes on his arm. I figured I’d just go sit in the car.

When Michelle was done, she came and got into her car, starting the engine. As we pulled away, she glanced over at me. “You’ll have to make a statement at some point,” she said. “The sooner the better. Not tonight though. We have too much to do.” She was in full cop mode now, taking charge.

“First, we need to go see Colleen Davidson,” she continued, “before we do anything else. This will be easier for Sara if it comes from her, and not from us. We’ll get her from work, and take her to your house. Is that okay with you?”

“Of course,” I said.

She glanced at me again, then winced. “Jesus, Meagan. I should have called an ambulance, too.”

“I’ll be fine,” I said. “Besides, it was worth it. It got him locked up.”

“Yeah, well, let’s hope he stays locked up for at least a few days, until we can figure out the next step. I hope Sara’s mother will be willing to keep him away.”

“We’ll talk to her,” I said. “She can’t let him slide this time.”

We were silent for the rest of the drive to the diner where Colleen worked. Michelle said that she hoped we got there before the asshole got to make his one phone call. We needed to talk to her first.

I flipped open my cell phone when we pulled into the parking lot, and dialed my home number. Janelle didn’t answer, but I knew she’d hear the answering machine. I waited for it to pick up.

“Janelle, it’s Aunt Meagan,” I said. “Pick up the phone, please. I need to talk to you.”

Suddenly, Janelle was there. “Hi, Aunt Meagan!” she said cautiously.

“Hi, Sweetie. What are you guys up to?”

“Doin’ our homework,” she replied.

“Okay, good,” I said. “Listen, Janelle, I need you to act like everything is normal, okay? I’m fine, Michelle is fine, and Sara’s Dad is in a lot of trouble. Just don’t let her know that anything happened. Wait for us to get there, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she replied.

“Okay,” I said. “We may be running a few minutes late, and I didn’t want you to worry. We’ll be back just as soon as we can, okay?”

“‘Sure,” she said. “Want me to get somethin’ out for dinner?”

“Uhm, no, it’s okay. I’ll get pizza.” I headed off the expected request. “With extra of all your favorites, and no eyebrows.”

“Cool!” she said, giggling. “Can Sara stay for dinner, you think?”

“I’ll have to check, Sweetie, but if she can, I’ll bring some for her, too.”

“Cool!”

“I’ll see you as soon as I can, Sweetie.”

“‘Kay. Bye!”

“Bye.” I flipped the phone shut.

I turned to Michelle. “This might be tricky. Colleen’s boss gives her shit if she even gets a phone call at work.”

Michelle grinned. “I still have the badge on, Darlin’. Don’t worry about the boss.”

“You like power tripping, don’t you?” I asked.

“Job perk,” she laughed.

We walked into the diner. I looked around, and we went to the register. I didn’t see Colleen anywhere. When the waitress at the register saw my face, she winced.

“That bad?” I asked.

“It looks like it hurts. A lot.”

She was right. It was beginning to throb, sending a harsh, dull pain through the whole left side of my face.

“You want some ice for that?” the waitress asked. “I can get you some.”

“Yes, please. That would help,” I said. “Also, we need to see Colleen Davidson. It’s important.”

“Okay, she’s out back. I’ll tell her you’re here.”

“Just tell her it’s Meagan Bristol. And thanks,” I said.

We turned and sat down at the counter. A few moments later, Colleen came through the door from the kitchen. When she saw my face, she gasped. She stared at me for a moment, then looked at Michelle. I saw her eyes go to the badge. Her gaze snapped back to me.

“What happened?” she asked. “Was there an accident? Where’s Sara? Is she okay?” The words came out in a rush.

“Sara is fine,” I said. “There’s been no accident. She’s at my house with Janelle.” As relief washed over her face, the other waitress came out with a plastic bag filled with ice, handing it to me. I winced as I put it against my face, but it did feel better after a moment or two.

“Colleen,” I said, “this is my friend, Michelle DuBois. Michelle is a police officer. She’s the only reason this isn’t worse than it is.” I looked around. “Is there a place we can talk privately?”

“My boss won’t like it,” she said.

Michelle stood. “Is he in the kitchen?” she asked. Colleen nodded. “I’ll talk to him, don’t worry.” She walked through the door into the kitchen as if she owned the place.

“We’ll be in a booth down there,” said Colleen, pointing to a deserted end of the diner. Michelle was already out of sight.

As we sat down, Colleen looked at me, worry etched into her face. “Meagan, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”

I gathered my thoughts for a moment, trying to figure out where to start. Well, when in doubt, start at the beginning.

“Colleen,” I said, “the night that Sara stayed at my house with me and Janelle, I saw something.” I paused, but she didn’t say anything. “I saw a pretty bad bruise on Sara’s back. I think we both know who put it there.”

Her eyes filled with horror. “Not again,” she whispered. “He promised he’d never hit her again.”

“Well, he did,” I said. “And unless I’m completely wrong, I don’t think that Sara is the only one he hits.”

Her face flushed as her eyes dropped to the table. She didn’t say anything.

“Anyway,” I said, “after I saw that, I called Michelle, to ask for advice. I’m sorry if you think I was interfering, but I couldn’t let something like that go. We went to your house this afternoon. I wanted to try and scare him a little, let him know that someone else knows what’s going on, maybe get him to stop. That was pretty stupid of me.”

Her eyes snapped up. “He did that to you?”

I nodded. “To be fair, I asked for it. Practically begged for it, really. When I was talking to him, it hit me that nothing I could say, nothing I could threaten him with would make him stop. He’s just that kind of man. So, I goaded him until he hit me. That gave Michelle enough reason to arrest him.”

Colleen went pale. “He’s in jail?” I nodded. “He’s going to be furious. Oh, God, you don’t know…”

Michelle came to the booth at that point, sitting down next to me.

“Colleen,” I said, “listen to me. He’s not going to do anything. Michelle is involved in this now. She’ll protect you, I promise.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Michelle nodding her head.

“He’ll just make us move again,” she said. “That’s what he did the last time.”

“You don’t have to go with him,” I said. “You can get the courts and the police to help you. You can leave him.”

“No, I can’t,” she said. “He’ll come after me, and if anything happens to me, where’s that going to leave Sara? Alone with him. And that I won’t allow. Besides, I don’t make enough money to support us. I can’t get out, don’t you see?”

I saw Michelle tip her head to one side. “I ran a background check on him, Colleen. He doesn’t have a job, at least, he’s not on a regular payroll anywhere. If you’re supporting the three of you now, you can certainly support just you and Sara.”

“He…” She hesitated. “He picks up some extra money on the side.”

“Doing what?” asked Michelle.

Colleen’s eyes dropped to the table. “I can’t say,” she whispered.

“Colleen,” I said, “you don’t owe him anything. If he’s doing something illegal, Michelle is exactly the person you need to tell. She won’t give you away, and it might be what you need to keep him away from you for good.”

Her voice was barely a whisper. “All I know is he makes some kind of drug and sells it. I’ve never seen him doing it, though. I just know he does. He’s real careful not to let many people come to the house.”

“Where does he make it?” Michelle asked.

“There’s an old barn on the property. He makes it there.”

“And you don’t know what he makes?” said Michelle.

“I heard him on the phone once. He said something about cooking a batch of crystals, whatever that means. I don’t know anything about drugs.”

I could feel Michelle squirming in the seat next to me. “Crystal meth,” she said. “The guy’s got a meth lab!”

Michelle reached out and took Colleen’s hand. “He’s going to go away for a very long time, Colleen,” she said softly. “The courts really frown on people making methamphetamine in this state.” She thought for a moment.

“Colleen, does he have any money in the house that you know of?”

Colleen shook her head. “I don’t know. I never saw much money from him, anyway. We were supposed to get rich when he started this. Not that I believed him, anyway.”

“Do you know where he’d hide it if he did?”

Colleen thought for a moment. “Well, he’s got big old trunk down in the basement that no one’s allowed to go near,” she said. “The only other place I can think of would be in the barn out back.”

“Okay,” said Michelle. “Listen, I’m not going to say anything about this yet. I can’t go back there, because without a warrant, I’d just cause problems down the road. But your husband is in jail at least for a couple of days, so it’s safe there. I’m going to have Meagan go out and see what she can find. If she doesn’t mind, that is.” She turned to look at me.

“No, that’s fine,” I said.

“Good.” Michelle looked back at Colleen. “Once a warrant is served, any cash they find is going to be seized. I want to make sure it’s out of there before we search. If it’s there, and Meagan can find it, she’ll get it for you. Oh, and Colleen…” She paused. “We never had this discussion.”

Colleen sat there across from us, her eyes shifting from my face to Michelle’s and back again. “Do you really think you can get him away from us?” she whispered.

“Colleen, if he’s cooking meth in that barn, he’s going to be in prison for quite some time,” Michelle answered.

The hope in Colleen’s eyes was almost palpable.

“Do you want to take the rest of the night off?” I asked. “You’re welcome to come to my house and stay if you want to.”

She shook her head. “I can’t afford to take a night off,” she said. “My boss might be okay with a long break to talk to a police officer, but not with skipping out for the night.” A worried look crossed her face. “Oh. What am I going to do with Sara?”

“Sara is fine right where she is,” I said. “Don’t even worry about it. She’s welcome to stay until you get off work, or overnight, if that’s more convenient for you. You could come over when you get out, too, if you’d like.”

She looked at Michelle. “When do you think they’ll be searching?” she asked.

“Tomorrow by noon, most likely,” Michelle answered. “I won’t call this in until I hear from Meagan one way or the other about any money there.”

“Okay, then. Well, if you’re sure it’s okay, I guess maybe I’ll come to your house tonight. I really don’t want to be there when they search. And I need to talk to Sara about her father.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I’ll wait up for you then.”

“And I’ll stay with the girls while Meagan goes to your house,” Michelle said. “Don’t worry, Colleen. This is going to be the best thing for you. And for Sara.”

“I hope you’re right,” she said softly. “If he gets out, it’ll just be worse.”

“Leave that to me,” said Michelle.

“You know where I live, right?” I asked. Colleen nodded. “Good. I’ll be up waiting for you tonight. The front door will be open, just walk in, okay?”

“Okay.” She sighed, then met my eyes. “Thank you,” she said simply.

“It’s just a bruise,” I grinned. “Makes me look tough.”

“No, I mean… For caring. About Sara. About us.”

“She’s a beautiful little girl,” I said. “And no one deserves to live like that. Well, except maybe Chuck.”

She looked mystified for a moment. “Oh, my God! Did you call him Chuck?” She was grinning now as I nodded. “He hates being called ‘Chuck.’ I mean, it just makes him furious!”

I touched my cheek. “Yeah, I found that out,” I said.

Her face flushed. “I’m sorry for that,” she said.

“Colleen, you don’t have to apologize for him,” I said. “Besides, I wanted him to hit me. And I got what I wanted.”

We all stood. As we neared the door, I smiled at Colleen. “Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s going to work out.”

She smiled. I think it was the first genuine smile I’d seen on her face.

“I’ll see you later tonight,” I said.

When we got in the car, I called home again. After hearing me tell her to pick up, Janelle answered again.

“Sweetie, there’s a little change in plans. I’m not coming inside when we get there. Michelle is going to stay with you for a little while. There’s one more thing I need to do.”

“Why aren’t you comin’ in?” Janelle asked.

“I’ll explain later, Sweetie. While I’m gone, Michelle will order the pizza, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she said. She sounded a little worried.

“It’s okay, Janelle,” I said. “Everything is fine. I just have an errand that has to be taken care of right away.”

When we got to my house, Michelle and I went in through the garage door. I got in the Chevy and backed out while Michelle went into the house. I’d told her where she’d find money for the pizza. She said she’d call in the order as soon as I let her know that I was finished at the Davidson’s. By the time I got back, it would probably be just about time to eat.

When I got there, I felt kind of strange walking into the house with no one else there. I had put on the black leather gloves that Michelle had taken out of her belt and given to me. My fingerprints aren’t on record, but it would be better not to take any chances. It felt kind of surreal, actually. Meagan Bristol, Private Investigator. That thought gave me a bout of the giggles.

I walked through the first floor of the house. I figured going to the second floor would be a waste of time; there were probably only bedrooms and a bathroom up there. Just for the hell of it, as I passed the recliner, I picked up the bottle of vodka and opened it. He seemed to always use a glass, so I wasn’t too worried. I took a long pull from the bottle, grimacing at the taste of cheap vodka. It was just a moral victory, really. I’d gotten him arrested, and now I was drinking his booze.

I put the bottle down, and wandered through to the kitchen. I found the door to the cellar, flipped the light switch and went down the old stairs. The walls were the old-fashioned kind, built from stacked stones, and there was an ancient furnace in the middle of the room. Under a workbench, I saw the trunk that Colleen had told us about. It was locked, but the lock was one that I was pretty sure I could force with a screwdriver. I searched the workbench, looking for one big enough, when I saw an old brass key on the shelf. That’s what I call security.

I opened the lid of the trunk, and gasped.

It was full of guns. Mostly handguns, but a few short rifles, too, the kind with long black magazines on the bottom. Assault rifles, I think they’re called. I’m not much for guns, but I’d learned a little bit from Michelle when we were together.

I was about to close the trunk when I noticed a small compartment inside the lid. There was a little knob, and I turned it. The compartment opened, and there were four stacks of cash inside. I took them out one by one, and again following Michelle’s advice, kept two of the stacks, leaving the rest inside. She had said that if there was any money, it would be better to leave some of it behind for the police to find. I left a stack of twenties and a stack of fifties in the lid, taking two stacks of fifties with me. I didn’t bother to count it. That was for later, when Colleen got to my house.

As I went back up the cellar stairs, I was thinking. There was quite a bit of money in the trunk, but not really as much as I would have thought, for someone making meth. I’d always heard that meth was pretty lucrative. And all those guns. There had to be more money somewhere. Colleen was going to need it; besides, she deserved it after living with that asshole.

I decided to check the barn where Colleen said he made the meth. I rummaged in the kitchen until I found a package of brown paper lunch bags. I pulled out two, putting the cash I’d already found in one. I folded the other one up and stuck it in my hip pocket.

I went out to the Chevy, looking around, then slid the money under the passenger’s seat. I closed and locked the door, and wandered to the back of the house, looking for the barn. There was a path leading away from the house, so I followed it. When I came out of the trees and saw the barn in front of me, I froze, listening intently. I wanted to be sure no one was around before I went poking around inside.

There was no sign of life. The side door to the barn wasn’t even locked. What kind of drug dealer was this idiot? Keys in plain sight, no locks on the stash house. I shook my head. The stupidity of some people never ceases to amaze me.

I’d never seen a meth lab before. The barn was about one-third filled with tables, fifty-gallon drums, hoses and tubes, all kinds of weird stuff cobbled together. It looked like some itinerant mad scientist had set up shop in there. But I wasn’t interested in the process. I was looking for money.

I started searching, but didn’t see anything that looked promising. Then I saw a large wooden crate under one of the tables, with a black garbage bag in it. I almost passed it by, but didn’t. I stuck my hand down, and felt the bag. It didn’t feel like trash.

I slid the crate out from under the table. When I opened the bag, I almost fainted. There was money, all right. A lot of money. I shook my head. What the hell? Was he saving for a rainy day? He could have helped out a little bit around the house with this kind of cash. Instead, he was squirreling it away. What a prick!

I wasn’t going to bother trying to figure out what to take and what to leave. I looked around quickly, and found a box of garbage bags. Pulling one out, I stuffed stacks of cash into it, not even bothering to look at what I was throwing in there. When I’d taken about three-quarters of the money, I closed the bag back up and slid the crate back under the table. I picked up the bag I’d stuffed the cash into; it must have weighed about fifteen pounds. So much for Colleen’s financial worries.

I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. I was nervous now, not wanting to be caught with this much money in my hands, walking away from a meth lab. When I got to the car, I threw the bag in the back seat, locked the Chevy up again, and ran into the house. I flew up the stairs, and found Sara’s bedroom. Rummaging around, I grabbed a pair of pants, a t-shirt, socks and panties. I wanted a reason for being here if I ran into any police on my way out. I rushed back to my car, got in, and drove down the driveway.

As soon as I turned on to the main road, I pulled over for a moment, flipped my cell open, and called Michelle. She answered right away.

“You want to call in that pizza order?” I said.

“Will do,” she replied. “You’re all done?”

“Yup,” I said. “Jackpot.”

“Good,” she said. “That’s one thing Colleen won’t have to worry about.”

“From the look of things, she won’t have to worry for quite a while if she’s careful.”

“That much?”

“That much,” I said. “You’ll see.”

“Okay,” she replied, “see you in a few.”

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. I’d ripped off a crystal meth dealer! He should be grateful, I thought. Anyone else would have taken it all. I was grinning from ear to ear, my heart pounding in my chest. Even my battered cheekbone felt better. I pulled the gloves from my hands and laid them on the seat, then cranked up my stereo, singing along with Bonnie Raitt. Hey, I was alone. No children or small animals were being tortured.

I pulled in the garage, closing the door behind me, then got out of the car and locked it. I didn’t want to bring the cash in with the girls there. When I walked into the kitchen, Sara, Janelle and Michelle were all sitting at the table, drinking soda and waiting for the pizza.

“Ohmygod! Aunt Meagan!” Janelle shrieked when she saw my face.

Sara turned and looked at me with sad eyes. “Did my Dad do that to you?” she asked.

I looked at Michelle. “They know,” she said quietly. “I told them Sara would be spending the night, and that her mother would be here to stay, too, when she gets off work. I had to explain why, and I figured I might as well be honest.”

“I hope he never gets out,” said Sara softly. “So he can’t ever hurt my Mom again.” Two tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Come here, Sweetie,” I said, holding out my arms. I squatted down as she came near, wrapping my arms around her. “It’s okay, I promise. He’s never going to hurt you or your Mom again.”

“But what if he gets out?”

“Trust me, Sara,” I said. “By the time he gets out of jail, he’s not going to be able to find you. Things are going to be better from now on.”

We got up and went to sit at the table.

“Does your Dad hit your Mom a lot, Sara?” Michelle asked.

Sara nodded. “He hits her all the time.”

“When was the last time?”

“Yesterday,” she said.

Michelle looked at me and raised one eyebrow. I nodded. I’d talk to Colleen about that. It was one more thing to charge him with.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” I said. I went to the Chevy and got the clothes I’d grabbed from Sara’s room, bringing them back in. “I went by your house and grabbed a change of clothes for you, Sara. I forgot your toothbrush, though, but I have some new ones in the bathroom. You can have one of them.”

“Well, I’m going to head out,” said Michelle. “I’ve got a lot of paperwork to do, and I need to take care of something else, too.” She smiled at me.

“You’re not stayin’ for pizza, Michelle?” Janelle asked.

“Not tonight, Baby. I’ve got a lot of work to do, thanks to your aunt.”

“But you’re highly qualified to do it,” I said, “being such a damn good cop and all.”

She gave me a look. I shrugged and looked innocent. Like she’d buy that.

I told the girls I wanted to talk to Michelle for a minute, and that I’d be right back. We walked out to the garage.

“You know,” I said, “I kind of feel like I’m in a really bad movie. Something I’d see on Janelle’s favorite channel.”

“What’s that?”

I rolled my eyes. “Lifetime,” I said.

Michelle laughed. “Oh, yeah. The ‘I’ve Been Raped’ channel.”

I opened up the Chevy, dug the paper bag out from under the front seat, and opened the back door. When I opened the garbage bag, Michelle’s mouth dropped.

“Holy shit!” she said.

“I know. And I thought to leave some behind, too.”

“Good. Well, those two aren’t going to have to worry about money for a while,” she said.

“Nope, they’re not,” I replied.

At the side door of the garage, she stopped and turned to me. Her eyes searched my face for a moment. “You did a really good thing today, Meagan. He was only going to get worse with time. You may very well have saved one or both of their lives.”

“Stop it,” I said. “You’re the one who saved my ass, remember?”

She leaned forward and gave me a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, brushing my hair back. “I know it can’t ever be the same, Meagan,” she said. “But I can’t help wishing sometimes that things had turned out differently for us.”

“I know,” I whispered. “Me, too.”

She stared at me for another moment. “Tomorrow, you and Colleen are going to have to come in and give statements,” she said.

I nodded. “I’ll talk to her tonight about the abuse, and see if I can get her to press charges. I don’t think she’ll have a problem with that now.”

“Probably not,” she replied. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Call me in the morning, and we’ll figure out what’s up.”

“I will. Thanks Michelle. For everything.”

“I was doing my job. You’re the one who took a risk today.”

I laughed. “Doing your job, and bending a lot of rules,” I said.

She grinned. “I’m good at it,” she said, “being such a damn good cop and all.”

“Get out of here,” I said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I entered the kitchen, the front doorbell rang. Janelle jumped up, but I told her to wait, even though it was probably the pizza. I was still nervous after everything that had happened, and didn’t want one of the girls answering the door.

It was the pizza; I paid for it and tipped the delivery guy, smiling at the three boxes. I got to have eyebrows after all. I also got to work out even more for the next few days, to keep the calories from taking up permanent residence on my hips.

It was a subdued meal. We talked, but it was just quiet chit-chat. I wasn’t sure how to go about cheering Sara up, and decided to let it go. If anyone could do that, it would be Janelle. I glanced at her, and when she caught my eye, she smiled and winked at me. I grinned while my heart melted.

After we ate, I sent the girls upstairs to get showered and changed for bed. Janelle had plenty of clothes here, so Sara could borrow something of hers for the night. I also told them that, for tonight, they’d be sharing the guest room. I’d be waiting up for Sara’s mother, and I wanted to let her have the master bedroom. She deserved a decent night’s rest, something I was pretty sure she hadn’t had for a while. I’d sleep on the couch.

The girls came back downstairs, and we watched the idiot box for a while. When nine o’clock came, I sent them off to bed, giving both of them a good night kiss. About three minutes after they went upstairs, Janelle came back down and gave me another kiss, this time a long, slow open-mouthed kiss, complete with dancing tongues.

When she finally pulled away, she gave me a teasing look. “That’s so you’ll think about me when you go ta sleep t’night.”

I smacked her bottom, then squeezed it affectionately. “Good night, brat,” I said. “I love you.”

Janelle grinned at me. “Love you too, Aunt Meagan. ‘Night.” With that, she bounced back up to bed.

I switched the channel to SyFy with a sigh of contentment. Finally, I got to watch what I liked to watch.

About forty minutes later, I needed to pee, and decided to get ready for bed myself. I went upstairs quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard hushed giggling coming from the guest room. Thinking I’d burst in on them and ask them what they were doing still awake, I crept quietly down the hall. As I neared the door to the guest room, I could make out quiet voices.

“See? Right here.” It was Janelle. “You rub it right here, and it feels sooo good.”

The next thing I heard was Sara as she let out a soft, long, ‘Oh’ sound.

The door was about half open, but I hesitated. I wanted to look. God, how I wanted to look! But I didn’t want to interrupt them, either. If I was hearing this correctly, Janelle was giving masturbation lessons to Sara.

Suddenly, I had a very evil, but very arousing idea.

I slipped quietly into my bedroom. My laptop was still there, on the dresser. I opened it, powered it up, and plugged it in so it wouldn’t be running on batteries. I didn’t want to risk it losing power. As quickly as I could, I changed the settings so that the desktop was just a black screen, hid the desktop icons, then the taskbar. Finally, I turned on the webcam and set it to record. Then I crept back about halfway down the stairs, turned around, and came up the stairs again, making plenty of noise. I peeked into the guest room to find both girls under the covers, but not hiding the fact that they were still awake.

“Hey, you two,” I said. “Change of plans. Why don’t you two sleep in my bed tonight, and Sara’s Mom can have this room. All of your stuff is in my room, so it’ll make things easier in the morning.”

With mock complaints, they both got out of bed and padded across to my room. I followed them in, and grabbed myself a t-shirt and clean panties. “Good night, you two,” I said, smiling.

They sang out a “goodnight,” and I left the room, closing the door to give them their privacy. Or so they thought.

I showered in record time, pulled on my panties and t-shirt, brushed my teeth, and headed back downstairs. As I passed my bedroom door, I could hear the muffled giggling again, and I smiled to myself. I was instantly wet at the thought of what I might find recorded tomorrow.

I wasn’t sure what time Colleen would be arriving, so unfortunately for me, masturbating was out of the question for the moment. The thought of those two little girls upstairs, in my bed, and what they might be getting up to had me as horny as I’ve ever been in my life.

It would have to wait, though. Damn it.

At about eleven-thirty, I heard a car pulling into my driveway, and saw lights flash through the window. A few moments later, there was a timid knock at the front door, and then it immediately opened. As I stood and turned, I saw Colleen hesitantly stepping into the front hall. I put on the best smile I could, given my swollen and tender cheek, and stepped around the couch to meet her.

“Colleen, come in, please,” I said. “Make yourself comfortable. We may be up for a little while.”

Colleen smiled shyly. “Thank you so much for everything you’re doing,” she said softly. She winced when she looked more closely at my face. “Oh, God. That must really hurt.”

I waved a dismissive hand. “It’s not so bad now. It throbs, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I pointed to the stairway. “You’re going to have the guest room tonight. Would you like a shower? You’re a little smaller than I am, but I have some sweats or some pajamas that should work for you. You can borrow some clothes in the morning, and we’ll figure out how to get you some of your own clothes later.”

“Oh, yes! I’d love a shower,” she said.

I waved a hand for her to follow me. “The girls are in my room,” I said in a whisper. “I’ll get some pajamas for you while you put your purse in the guest room. I did have the girls in there, but then I thought you might like to sleep in tomorrow, so I moved them to my room.”

I showed Colleen to the guest room, then crept into my room and quietly pulled out a pair of light pajamas for her. I also took the opportunity to shut the webcam down. I couldn’t wait for the chance to view my little treasure.

Returning to the guest room, I showed Colleen to the bathroom, and told her I’d be downstairs when she finished. Leaving her to her shower, I returned to the living room. Ten minutes later, she joined me. When she did, I got up and locked the front door, then closed the blinds and pulled the drapes. Smiling, I turned to face her again.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked. “We have quite a bit to talk about, and we need to do it tonight. I’m going to suggest wine or beer, or even liquor. You’re going to need a drink, I believe.”

“Wine would be good,” she said shyly.

I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of Merlot, and then brought them to the living room. I told Colleen to relax, that I’d be back in just a minute. I went into the garage and retrieved the heavy garbage bag from the back seat, lugged it into the living room, and left it on the floor at the end of the couch.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Colleen, took a sip of my wine, and then smiled at her.

“I have some good news, and some even better news,” I said. “Let’s start with the good news, although it might be difficult for you to talk about this with a stranger.” She gave me a questioning look.

“Colleen,” I said softly, “Sara gave you away this afternoon. She knows what happened today. When Michelle and I talked to her, she said that she hopes your husband never gets out of jail, so that he can never hurt you again.” Colleen’s eyes dropped away from mine. “She also said that the last time he hit you was yesterday.”

She nodded, still not meeting my eyes.

“Okay, look,” I said. “That’s a good thing. Not that he hit you, but because if he left a mark, you can document it. And you are going to need to file charges against him. When we tack spousal abuse on top of child abuse, endangering the welfare of a child, and what’s going to happen because of that nifty little meth lab he has going, he’s going to go away for a very long time. We need that to happen. You need that to happen, for your sake and for Sara’s.”

“But what if he doesn’t go to jail?” she asked.

“Colleen, I was out there this afternoon,” I replied. “I saw the meth lab. He’s going to go away, trust me. Even without the spousal abuse charges. But the more we can stack up on him, the longer he goes away.” Softening my voice, I said, “Did he leave any marks on you?”

She nodded. “But I don’t want to show them to you. Not now, not yet.”

“I understand,” I said. “But tomorrow, the police will want to photograph them. Don’t worry, it will be a female officer. And if you want, I’ll go with you.” She nodded, finally meeting my eyes again.

“Now,” I said. “Take a good slug of that wine, because I have something to show you.”

I set my glass on the coffee table, and dragged the garbage bag over in front of Colleen. I took the bottom of it in my hands, and lifted, dumping the stacks of cash on the floor in front of her. I heard her gasp in astonishment, and grinned at the look on her face. Her jaw was hanging open.

“Is that… I mean, did you find that… I mean, he had all that money hidden somewhere?”

“He had all of this, and there’s at least this much left behind.” She looked up at me, again giving me a questioning look. “Michelle told me that it would be best to leave some for the cops to find when they search the place tomorrow. I’m pretty sure the only place where there’s any money is in the barn, so they’ll believe that you didn’t know about it.”

She sat staring at the pile of money in the middle of the living room floor. I saw her shake her head once, open her mouth, close it, and shake her head again.

“That son of a bitch,” she said. “The house could have been repaired. Sara could have had decent clothes for school. I wouldn’t be driving a car that breaks down every other week.” She shook her head again. “That piece of shit loser,” she hissed through her teeth.

“I have no idea how much is here,” I said. “I didn’t bother to count it. I just took what looked to be about half of it, and left the rest, and then I got out of there.” I grinned. “I’ll get some paper. You want to have a counting party?”

Colleen nodded, a wide, genuine grin spreading over her face. She was actually quite pretty, now that she wasn’t living in quite so much fear of that lardass Chuck.

I got a spiral notebook and a pen from my office, and threw them on the coffee table when I returned to the living room. We started counting. There was no rhyme or reason to the bundles. Each bundle had one denomination, but some had twenty bills, some a hundred bills. At one point, I got up and retrieved the remainder of the bottle of wine from the kitchen, and we each had a second glass. Almost three hours later, we were finished. I tallied up the totals we had written down; grinning, I handed the notebook to Colleen.

Her jaw dropped again. Her eyes got huge, then she jerked her head up to look at me.

“162,270 dollars?” she said incredulously. “That’s what I’d make at my job in about ten years!”

We were both silent for a few minutes. Colleen picked up her wine with a shaking hand, and drained the glass. I held out the wine bottle, and she let me pour the last of the wine for her.

“The more I think about this, the madder I get,” she said. “I mean, the way we’ve lived…” She sighed deeply. “Well, I guess I’ll just consider it as having been in the bank, and now I’ve withdrawn it. No, now I’ve closed the account. For good.”

I smiled. I got the metaphor.

“You can’t put this in the bank, you know,” I said. “There’s no way you can let anyone know about this money. You’re going to have to store it; hide it away, and spend it a little at a time.”

She nodded. “I know. That’s okay. At least I know that I can afford to take care of Sara and myself for a long time, if I’m careful with it.”

“But you know,” I said, grinning again, “you can take yourself and Sara on a little shopping spree. If anyone asks, you just tell them that I loaned you the money. We’ll pick an amount, and you take that much cash out. I’ll verify it if anyone asks.”

Her face softened. “Oh… Sara will love being able to get some new clothes,” she said quietly.

“Something tells me,” I said, “that you won’t mind getting some new things, either.”

Suddenly, she was looking at me with tears in her eyes. “Meagan, I… I don’t know how to thank you for this. You and Michelle. For everything you’re doing.”

I sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. “There’s no need to thank us,” I said. “I couldn’t just do nothing after I saw that bruise on Sara’s back. Michelle couldn’t just do nothing when I told her about it.” I held her for a few more moments.

“Come on,” I said, “Let’s get this put away. Keep some out for yourself, but not too much. The rest we’ll put in a duffel bag, and hide away for you.”

I went to the garage again and dug out an old, red canvas duffel bag that I have. Bringing it back to the living room, I put it on the floor, and we stuffed the cash into it. When it was all in except for five hundred dollars that Colleen was keeping out, we went to the garage and put the bag up on a shelf with a bunch of old camping gear that I have. Just another piece of stuff, stored in the garage.

When we finished, it was after three o’clock. Colleen went upstairs to bed, after protesting that she should sleep on the couch. I told her that she was not sleeping on the couch, that she was going to sleep in the guest room, that she would sleep as late as she wanted, and that I’d take the girls to school in the morning. She smiled gratefully, and went up to bed.

I set my travel alarm, pulled my heavy old afghan from the back of the couch, and lay with the unbruised side of my face on the pillow. I was asleep almost instantly.

Continue on to Chapter 8

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 67

  • Posted on January 4, 2017 at 4:33 pm

Life at UCLA

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

I wish I could say my first day of classes was awesome, but I can’t. First, Clare was a student at UCLA, and she was in my filmmaking class. She was a sophomore, so she had been at UCLA for a year already, meaning she had formed her own group of people to hang out with, which of course would exclude me from being friends with any of the girls she called a friend.

Second, I didn’t see Lisa all day. I had hoped she would be in at least one of my classes, but it was not to be.

By the time I got home, I was rather glum. After pouting for a while, I got busy with the assignments I had been given that day. It took me three hours to finish this, which was a far cry from the hour to ninety minutes it usually took me in high school.

I also had a paper due in a week in my English class, and I needed to start a first draft that night after dinner, but writing had always been a strength for me, so I wasn’t worried, even though I probably should have been. The expectations for writing turned out to be on the increase, just like the hours needed to complete other assignments.

The next day I entered my child psychology class and sat in the same seat I’d sat in the day before, but now I was sitting next to a cute girl who had either sat somewhere else the day before or had missed the class. She was a cute brunette and was wearing a halter top and no bra. The no bra was, shall we say, obvious. Her nipples were erect and tenting the cotton of the halter. She smiled at me.

“Hi, I’m Hannah,” she said. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” she asked. The devilish glint in her eyes told me she knew exactly where she’d seen me before.

I squinted at her and took my seat, pretending to be trying to figure out where I might have seen her.

“Mmm, no. I don’t think so. Are you from the LA area?”

“Not originally. I’m from Texas. I moved here when I started school last year. I’m sure I recognize you, though.” She paused, placing a finger to her lips in mock concentration. “Have you ever, um, been in any movies?”

Again, her eyes told me she wasn’t talking about the latest sci-fi flick to hit the theaters.

I smiled. “Maybe. What have you seen recently?”

“Well, it was online, and I don’t think it had a title, or at least I don’t remember one.” She leaned into me, making obvious contact between my shoulder and her boob. “I sat about halfway between here and the back of the lecture hall yesterday and when you came–” she emphasized the verb and paused for a second — “into the room, I knew I’d seen you somewhere before. I thought about it all day yesterday and then it hit me.” She smiled knowingly at me. “So I got to my room and opened up my computer and went to this special website, and there you were. I told my roommate I had a class with you, and she couldn’t believe it.”

She was looking into my eyes and I thought for a second she was going to lean in and kiss me. I will say one thing. She was certainly bold. She didn’t kiss me, but she did lick her lips, seeming to dare me to kiss her.

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked.

“Very much.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She liked it too, but she doesn’t have sex with other girls. She enjoys, you know, watching stuff like that and, well, you know. We’re very open about that in our dorm room.”

“Open about that?” I asked, wanting clarification of the meaning of that.

“Well, we’re both healthy girls and have the usual desires and know how to handle them when there’s no one else available.”

“So the two of you are okay masturbating together?” I asked.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t want to go further than that with me.”

“But you’d like to go further?”

“Definitely,” she said, nearly whispering.

I could feel her nipple poking into my shoulder.

“That was your real mother in that scene with you, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“No. Not at all. I’ve seen her in movies for years. I discovered that kind of movie when I was, like, ten or so. Been watching them ever since.” Then she asked, “What’s it like growing up with a mom who’s in the adult film industry?”

I smiled at her, conveying enough to at least suggest the meaning behind my answer, but not so much that I couldn’t say she got the wrong idea later. “Fun,” was all I said in response to her question.

“Was she, like, open about sex and stuff?” she asked.

I nodded slightly and shrugged, pretending to think about my answer. “Mmm, yeah, I’d say so.” Again, suggestion, but no actual admissions.

I noticed movement below and realized she was squeezing her thighs together, just as I had done at the assembly a few days before. She gave me a small smile and said, “You’ve no idea how it turns me on just to meet you.”

I gave her a knowing look and said, “Are you close?”

“Let’s just say if you were to reach down and touch my pussy through my shorts, I’d be coming in about two seconds.”

Then she proved that I didn’t even have to touch her. She was silent and as still as she could possibly be, but I knew she was coming, which was, I suppose, the point. She was perspiring as she sat back when the climax was over.

“Thank you,” she said, trying to bring her breath back to normal.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You made that movie.”

“Well, yes, I did. Were you thinking of it?”

“Not actually. I was thinking about enjoying our own scene in my dorm room, where I become the girl who played your friend in the movie.”

“What about your roommate?”

“She could watch. She definitely likes to watch.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What about your mom? Is she open about sex?”

She grinned. “That’s an odd question.”

“I have my reasons for asking.”

She took a deep breath and said, “Yeah. She is extremely open about sex. Let’s just say she wouldn’t mind making a movie with me and you with you as the friend, but I couldn’t swear that I’d be able to keep the movie legal or anything.” She was bold.

She smiled at me, seeming to know we were kindred spirits, even where incest was involved.

Class started as the professor entered and that ended our conversation until the hour was over. When we could talk again, I asked, “Would you mind if we met for lunch?”

She looked like a child who had just been offered that ice cream cone she had wanted all day. “How long do you have? For lunch, I mean.”

“Two hours, from eleven to one.”

“Perfect, same as my lunch time. Tell you what, I live in Hedrick Hall North. I’ll meet you in the lobby as soon as you can get there. We can make a sandwich.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant the kind for nourishment or another kind. I really didn’t care. I’d been so horny during class, I’d considered copying Hannah and getting myself off during the lecture.

“Okay,” I said. I knew where Hedrick Hall was and said I would be there by 11:15.

I left the child psychology class in a lot better mood than I’d entered it.

After my next class, math, I made my way to Hedrick Hall North. Entering the dorm’s lobby at 11:05, I saw Hannah sitting on a small sofa talking to another girl. When she saw me, she smiled and waved me over.

“This is Brenda, my roommate,” she said, introducing us.

“Hi, Cheryl. I love those scenes you are in.”

“Hi,” I said, wondering why this beautiful girl didn’t have sex with girls. She certainly liked watching girl-girl scenes online, masturbated to them even, but according to Hannah, Brenda was strictly hetero when it came to actual sex.

I didn’t have the time or the desire to debate Brenda’s sexual decisions, so I asked Hannah if she wanted to go up to their room.

She grinned. “Don’t you know it!” she said and took my hand. Then she glanced at Brenda but continued speaking to me. “Do you mind if Brenda comes up and watches? She won’t get involved other than to get herself off a few times while we get it on.”

I looked at Brenda. Having expected this, I was fine with it. Who knows? I may be able to entice her into joining us. I did find it interesting that Hannah’s roommate shared the same name with the girlfriend of Lisa. They couldn’t be the same girl, of course, since Lisa’s Brenda didn’t have a problem with engaging in lesbian sex.

The three of us took the elevator to their floor, and in two minutes we were in their dorm room.

“We don’t have a lot of time, so maybe we should get naked first,” Hannah suggested.

We agreed, and soon we were naked. Brenda sat in a chair near the Hannah’s bed, facing us, and Hannah and I lay down and began making out, our hands roaming over each other’s taut skin. I made sure to palm the breast that had enticed me during our pre-class conversation, pinching the nipple and feeling it grow more erect.

I could hear Brenda beside us. Her breathing became more noticeable and I could hear the sound of her fingers smearing her juices all around her pussy. Several times while Hannah and I were kissing, I glanced Brenda’s way. I noticed she shaved her pubes, and she had dark brown nipples that reminded me of chocolate drops. Her left hand was busy squeezing her boobs, first one then the other, and pinching those delicious looking morsels that capped her small breasts. Her right hand was busy giving her pussy pleasure.

As Hannah moved down to take one of my nipples between her teeth and lips to nibble and suck, I took the opportunity to speak to Brenda. I was greedy to taste those nipples and that wet cunt, and if she remained a bystander of sorts, I would never have that chance.

“Why not join us?” I said. “I promise it’s more fun than what you’re doing.”

“I’d just rather do this,” she said, but I could tell the thought had certainly crossed her mind.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You want to have sex with the porn star. You want to taste my pussy to see how different it tastes from your own.” I was serious, but my talking had another effect, and that was on me. My words were turning me on, big time. I always loved the seduction, and this was one I knew I could be successful with. Her desire was literally showing on her face.

“No, really, I–”

“Come here,” I said, interrupting her weak protest.

Hannah was noticing what was going on. I looked at her, and her eyes were wide. I felt I was doing this as much for her as anyone else. She would be the nightly beneficiary if I could get Brenda to do more than just masturbate.

I didn’t know if Hannah had tried to seduce Brenda or not. I suppose maybe she had attempted it but given up too soon, not wanting to spoil their relationship by seeming too determined or coercive.

But if I was the one to complete the seduction — well, that was entirely different. I didn’t have a relationship I needed to nurture, such as the relationship between roommates.

Brenda glanced shyly at Hannah and I could see some sort of silent communication take place. I figured perhaps Hannah was seeking permission to let go and be herself, sort of asking forgiveness for joining in.

“Come here,” I repeated.

Keeping her hand at her pussy, Brenda rose and stepped closer to the bed.

“Kiss me,” I said.

Again, Brenda glanced at Hannah before leaning down and placing her soft lips against mine. My tongue speared her lips open, and she joined her tongue to mine in the sensuous dance we all know so well.

I reached up and pinched one of her nipples, relishing its feel and hoping for more.

Brenda exhaled sharply through her nose at the touch.

I felt Hannah moving her mouth lower, kissing my upper belly before moving down toward my navel. I looked at her again and that same look of surprise was there.

It’s because I am who I am, I thought to myself. I decided she was intrigued by the fact that I had made an actual porn movie. Three of them, in fact, merely short scenes of thirty to forty-five minutes, but real porn movies. Not just the homemade kind that sometimes end up on the internet.

A moan escaped Brenda’s slender throat and Hannah continued her erotic journey, placing stepping-stone kisses down my tummy before tickling my navel with her wet tongue.

I moved my hand down Brenda’s tummy, making a journey of my own, and cupped her vulva, slipping my middle finger into the juicy depths of her slit, coating everything with the sticky slickness that was pouring from her vagina.

Then taking my wet fingers from her pussy, I wedged them between our kissing lips and sucked my fingers clean, staring into Brenda’s eyes as I did.

The gesture ratcheted up her lust. As we continued to kiss, I pulled her down onto the bed with Hannah and me. Her hand went to my boob and began to fondle the small globe of softness. I urged her head down, and soon she was suckling me like a baby after her milk.

Hannah, meanwhile, had made it to my pussy, and her mouth clamped on my slit at the same moment Brenda’s mouth latched onto my tit. I reached down to Brenda’s pussy and began to finger her.

This day was definitely making up for how bad yesterday had been. And not only that, but I was also improving Hannah’s sex life just by getting Brenda over whatever hangups she had about engaging in lesbian sex. It had been obvious from the moment I met her that Brenda was interested in physical sex with a girl.

All it took was meeting a girl who could seduce her and allow her to leave any guilt behind.

Hannah brought me to two orgasms before I switched and began to lick her. I gave her a pair of them as well before moving my attentions to Brenda. I found it odd that Hannah had not approached Brenda at all in the bed. It was as if they considered sex between each other to be as taboo as incest.

After we all had had our share of climaxes, we lay back on Hannah’s bed, catching our breath and cooling down.

It was at class the next day that Hannah explained everything to me. It wasn’t that Brenda didn’t have sex with girls.

“There’s something I have to talk to you about,” she said.

“What is it?”

“It’s about Brenda and, well, what happened yesterday.”

“No need to thank me,” I said. “I figured she might be ready to have sex with a girl and now you two can enjoy your nights together more.”

“That’s not it,” she said. “Brenda likes girls. She’s a lesbian.”

I was confused now. My brow furrowed and I said, “But you said she didn’t have sex with girls.”

“I said she doesn’t have sex with other girls,” Hannah explained. “She has a steady girlfriend.”

Uh-oh. Had I failed to locate Lisa while finding — and seducing — her girlfriend?

My heart began to sink as I asked, “What’s her girlfriend’s name?” It plummeted when Hannah answered.

“Lisa.”

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