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Family Practice, Chapter 5

  • Posted on January 20, 2017 at 3:31 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

Mom was making breakfast when I came into the kitchen the next morning. I went about setting out the plates and silverware without saying anything. There wasn’t any awkwardness. Nothing needed to be said just then, so neither felt compelled to fill the silence.

Our lovemaking had carried on into the late afternoon and only ended because my father would be home. We needed time to shower, dress, and compose ourselves. Before that time came, we’d talked, we’d touched each other, and we’d made one another come again. We masturbated ourselves, both in turns and at the same time. We talked some more. Not about what we were doing, but about the normal things any mother and daughter might talk about, only we were naked, our fingers free to caress the other’s nipple or pussy as whim and want guided us.

I was thinking about grabbing a couple handfuls of my mom’s ass when my father arrived, drawn by the smell of bacon. The man loved his bacon! He kissed me on the cheek before sitting down and scanning the headlines on his tablet. I delivered him a cup of coffee as I listened to my parents’ morning banter. Some things never change. It could have been the same exchange I’d heard the morning before I left to go to school back in September.

I watched my mother’s lips move as she spoke and wanted them at the tips of my breasts. From the tingling I felt there, I sensed my nipples were becoming hard. The small impressions they made beneath my thin nightshirt would be easy to spot. Normally I would have covered up or gone to put on a robe or sweater. Things had changed. I wanted Mom to see I was aroused, and much to my surprise I wasn’t embarrassed by the possibility that my father might notice as well. I wasn’t a little girl, I was a woman with breasts, nipples, appetites, and desires. If he didn’t know that already, it was time for him to face what I was, and maybe even what I was becoming.

If Dad noticed, he didn’t make it obvious. He kissed Mom on his way out, his hand going suggestively to her hip as he held his lips to hers just a few seconds longer than usual. All these years and they were still in love. A little sappy, but sweet. I should be so lucky.

Mom and I cleaned up the kitchen together, and I put on the kettle for her tea. As she was drying her hands on a dish towel and looking for something else to attend to, I stepped up and took her in a hug. She made a soft noise of surprise, then wrapped her arms around me. Her body was warm and soft. I held her tighter.

“You have any plans today?” I asked.

“Nothing really. A few errands.” The kettle whistled and she went to turn off the stove. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, ah…” I suddenly felt shy about saying it aloud. “I was, ah, thinking… or wondering actually if we were going to do anything today… you know? Like yesterday?”

She was looking away from me, pouring steaming water into her cup, but I could still see the big smile come to her lips.

“Oh? I wasn’t sure if you’d want to do that again, or want to do it again so soon…”

I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that. I shrugged, trying to play it cool for some stupid reason. “It’s up to you… either way…”

My mother sat at the table, setting down a cup of tea for each of us. She picked at a piece of bacon that my father hadn’t gotten to.

“Is it cold in here, or are those telling a different story?” she nodded meaningfully toward my chest.

I looked down to see the prominent bumps my hard nipples made in my shirt. That’s when I gave up the act. “Okay, fine, it’s all I’ve been able to think about! I was up half the night fingering my pussy and replaying of all the things we did together, and the dirty, nasty, wonderful things you said while we were doing it.”

My mom looked visibly relieved. “Thank, God! I didn’t want to push you too soon or too fast, but I’ve been picturing you naked from the moment you came down, and I can’t stop thinking about everything I want to do with you.”

We shared conspiratorial smiles. We were like a couple of kids with a brand new toy.

“What kind of things are you thinking about?” I pressed, as an insistent ache began to make itself felt between my legs.

“To start with, everything we did yesterday, and…” She took a sip of her tea to excuse her hesitation.

“And…?”

“Please promise to tell me if this is too much and I’ll understand completely, but… I would love to try going down on you, if you’d let me.”

My insides did a happy somersault. “If I let you? Why wouldn’t I?

“I don’t know. I thought maybe you’d think it was too weird… having your mother lick your pussy,” she leaned forward and put a hand lightly on my knee, “and suck your clit, and slide her tongue up inside you.”

“Mom! Stop it or I’m going to come right here on the spot!”

She squeezed my leg and sat back with a self-satisfied grin. “So I take it that’s a yes?”

“On one condition. You have to let me eat your pussy, too.”

“And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You really want to suck and lick your own mother’s cunt until I come on your face?”

“Okay, when you put it like that… then, hell yes!”

“What the fuck are we waiting for?” My mom grabbed my hand and practically dragged me toward her bedroom.

“Wait! I haven’t had a shower yet!” I warned.

“Even better.”

Mom stripped out of her robe and nightgown in no time flat, then helped me by pulling my PJ bottoms down. Standing there at the foot of her bed, she hugged me to her as soon as we were both naked. “I love this,” she gushed. “So different from a man. Everything all smooth and soft.” Her hands roamed over my back and down to my butt.

I had to agree with her. Holding a naked guy was nice, but this was way better. “God, Mom, I’m so friggin’ wet for you.”

She kissed me, then kissed me again. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she accepted it without reservation. “I can’t wait to taste you,” she said. “Not like yesterday, licking my fingers after they’d been inside you. I mean really taste you. Your pussy is going to be right in my face.”

Hearing her psyching herself up for what we were about to do only got me more turned on, which I didn’t think was possible at that point.

I broke our increasingly passionate kiss, knowing that if it went on much longer I might very well come just from the velvety friction of my mom’s body against mine. I took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the bed. “Stand right here,” I instructed.

A guy would have most likely complained, asked a stupid question or made a dumb comment. But my mom trusted me and simply did as she was told with an expectant gleam in her eye. I climbed onto her bed, crawling away from her toward the pillows. I knew I was giving her an eyeful of my ass and everything else from behind. I never wanted to flaunt my body the way that I did with her. Would it be like this with other girls, or was it only because she was my mom?

When I reached the headboard, I arranged the pillows, then turned and settled into a half sitting position. Once I had, I spread my legs. My mother shifted, apparently eager to lunge, her tongue teasing back and forth over her bottom lip, probably without her realizing she was doing it. I waited a few more moments for dramatic effect, then reached down and slowly parted my lips just enough to expose the delicate array of fleshy delights that were hidden within.

“Is this what you want, Mom?”

She nodded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“You want to put your mouth right here? On your daughter’s horny little pussy?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“It’s a sin, you know? To eat out your own daughter’s cunt. You’ll burn for eternity.”

“It’ll be worth it.”

I patted my vulva, already puffy and swollen with excitement. “Then come and get it.”

My mother followed my lead and crawled up the bed toward me. She was obviously moving slower than she truly wanted to, but she was enjoying the game as much as I was. She came all the way to me, kissed me lightly on the lips, gave each of my taut nipples a gentle suckle, kissed her way down to my mound, and nuzzled her nose in my wispy patch of pubic hair. Watching her take in my scent was beyond erotic.

“Don’t expect too much,” she warned me self-consciously as she settled down on her tummy, looking up at me from between my thighs. “I’ve only ever been on the receiving end when it comes to cunnilingus.”

“God, Mom, don’t say ‘cunnilingus.’ It sounds so… I don’t know, clinical?”

“Sorry, you’re right.” She kissed my inner thigh sending tingles all through me. “How about, I’ve only ever been the cunt-lickee, never the cunt-licker?”

“That sounds much better,” I sighed, doing everything I could to resist shoving my crotch in her face. “I’m so turned on right now that I don’t think it matters what you do down there. I’m about to come just from having your face this close to my pussy.” I squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Lick it, Mom. Lick my pussy. I want you to taste me.”

Her eyes lowered as her attention shifted to the impassioned vagina just inches in front of her. After a moment of adoring contemplation, I felt a tentative lick. Her tongue slipped along the edges of my inner lips, not quite making it to my clit. My whole body melted in an instant.

“Oh, fuck, yes. More!”

She licked my lips again like she had the first time, then on the third swipe she grazed my stiff clitty with the tip of her tongue.

“Oh, that’s good, Mom.” I twisted my nipples in expectation of her next lick. When it came, she flicked my clit a few times then followed that with a kiss. “Oh, fuuuck, yes.”

I’d had oral sex conducted on me before, but it was never anything like what I was experiencing in only the first few moments of what my mother was doing. Cunnilingus, to use the proper term, was something I romanticized, but in reality it was usually something I found to be just okay and occasionally even discomforting. What was happening between my legs in that moment was a whole new deal. This was the way I’d always fantasized it could be.

“Lower, Mom.” I was having trouble remembering to breathe. “Lick me down lower.” I shifted my hips up to give her easier access to what I wanted. I needed to feel her tongue on my hole… in my hole. Oh God, I wanted my own mother to tongue-fuck me so bad.

She might not have been ready to go there, but she licked me right on the spot. I gave a shuddering moan to make sure she knew I wanted more of that. Her tongue circled the rim of my opening. I knew she was tasting my unwashed pussy at its most potent. Was she turned off by ripe tang of it? Or disgusted by the slight hint of urine that must have been there? Her tongue penetrated me, probing as far as it could, swabbing left and right, then all around several times. If she was repulsed, she certainly wasn’t showing it.

“Is it okay, Mom?” I asked in a breathless hush, not knowing if I wanted to hear the answer.

She withdrew her tongue and gave my hole a quick parting lick. “More than okay. Honestly, this is so much better than I thought it would be, and I was expecting it to be pretty damned good.” She licked and kissed my pussy some more. “I was afraid I’d built it up in my mind over so many years that I’d be disappointed if I ever had the chance to try the real thing.” She sucked my clit for a few tantalizing seconds, before going back down to my hole. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of this.”

A warm happiness filled me as I looked down between my breasts at her. “So, you like eating my pussy, Mom? You like tasting my cunt juices and sticking your tongue in my nasty little fuck hole?”

She just nodded while her mouth was busy on my pussy. “And I’m ashamed to admit that I love hearing my sweet, innocent baby talking so fucking dirty.”

“Good, because you’ll be hearing a lot of it. Now stop talking and suck my clit, you cunt-loving dyke.”

My mom’s eyebrows raised at that, but without another word she went back in, mouth first. The perverse thrill of talking to my mother like that really ramped up the illicit pleasure I was already getting from having the woman who raised me practically worshipping my pussy with her mouth. I thought back to just a few days ago when I was trying to avoid having sexual thoughts about my mom. It seemed so silly now. I had to take this lesson to heart. Denying what I truly want sexually is an exercise in futile stupidity. Instead of shying away from my desires, no matter how weird or socially unacceptable, I had to embrace them and do everything I could to fulfill them.

In the meantime, my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head as my mom continued practicing her pussy-eating technique. She was trying different things, so just when I’d get into the groove of one licking or sucking pattern she would change it up and throw me off my rhythm. I wanted to be annoyed by this, but whatever new thing she would try out was usually just as good as, or even better than, the last.

“Oh, yeah. That one’s good, Mom. Keep doing that…” I lifted my legs and held my knees, slightly changing the angle. That position also had the benefit of making me feel like a true slut, which was a fun feeling to let myself enjoy. “This is so strange,” I moaned. “My mom is sucking my pussy. God, I love it!”

I could tell she wanted to say something, but she forced herself to stay focused on my cunt. She was obviously loving this, too. My mom claimed that her sexual thoughts about me only started when she found my vibrator, but I had to wonder if that was really true. Did she have dark thoughts about her own daughter before that? Like when she suggested we try sunbathing topless on that Caribbean vacation a couple years back? Or maybe earlier when she took me shopping for my first bra? Was there something behind how she often showed up in my bedroom when I was dressing, or more often undressing? I’d always thought these were just normal family moments, but, looking back on them while my mother’s tongue fluttered over my clit, they took on a whole new significance.

I was thinking too much. I could worry later. It was time to forget everything and concentrate on the building sensation my mother was coaxing along with unexpected proficiently down between my legs.

“Okay, Mom, yeah. Do that again… oh, good… more of that.” I loved how well she took direction. I’d never been able to tell the few boys I was with what I wanted, but with her it was easy. As she licked and sucked my clit, she slipped a finger inside me. This took my breath away. What a remarkable combination. I had to wonder what it would feel like to have someone sucking my pussy while I was getting fucked by a cock. I shook my head. I needed to work on the whole lesbian sex thing before I could start thinking about threesomes.

“You’re going to make me come, Mom.” I moaned louder when she added a second finger. “I’m going to come on your face… right on your mouth. Suck my pussy, Mom. Do it… make me come!”

My universe went into free-fall for a moment that stretched with agonizing anticipation. That briefest of nothings between heartbeats when your orgasm has arrived but the intellectual part of your brain hasn’t caught up with the signals coming from the nerve endings in your pussy. That feeling passes almost before I have time to recognize it and time flows in a rush of sound and movement.

My screams are not mine to contain. My limbs are not mine to control. I have no choice but to give myself over to it and revel in the glory. The glory of the first orgasm I’ve ever received from a woman’s mouth. And given to me by my own, loving, sexy mother. It’s too fucking much all at once.

My mom is next to me, her body fitted against mine, her lips lightly touching kisses to my neck and shoulder.

“What happened?” I say in something of a daze. I know I didn’t pass out, but I also couldn’t quite remember her moving up to lie with me.

“What happened is you made me happier than I’ve ever been in bed with another person.” She kissed me on my lips, and we shared the taste of my pussy. “I’ve never made anyone come like that in my life. I feel like I could take over the world right now.”

“You certainly own my world after that.” There was more kissing and caressing. I loved that I could thumb my mom’s nipple like I was. “I had no idea sex could be that good. Seriously, Mom, am I crazy or was I just on another planet.”

“You made it to Venus and back in record time.” Her fingers brushed over my clit and made me jump. “But, I really can’t say how good it feels because I’ve never had my pussy sucked by a woman… like you have.”

I got the hint. “If I can do this even half as good as you, get ready for a wild ride.”

I pushed my mother onto her back as I rolled on top of her. I paused for a minute at her tits as I worked my way down. This was really going to happen. I was going to eat my first pussy. The fear and excitement made it hard to stay focused. My mom was already moaning even before I got all the way down there. I had a sneaking suspicion that this wasn’t going to take long at all.

I settled into position, took a calming breath, and looked straight ahead. There it was: my mom’s cunt. Right in front of my face. I’d seen it the day before, but this was different. There was no distance, no room for objectivity. As I was trying to take in the visual experience of it all, her scent was already enlivening my senses. It was a warm, almost animal smell. The natural odor of her excited pussy overwhelmed all of the floral perfumes in the lotions, soaps, and deodorants we women rely on to mask what we really are. I breathed my mother in.

My eyes traveled from the furry bush covering her mound down to her shaved outer labia. Two plump, elongated half-moons of tender flesh. They looked so smooth that they all but insisted you lick them. My mother’s prominent inner pussy lips were currently stealing the show, however. I suspected they were normally visible, but with her as excited as she was, they were swollen and parted like an erotic flower in bloom. Within that captivating cleft there was a wetness. A wetness that my tongue was eager to sample. My gaze continued downward.

Just below her slit were some stray hairs that she had missed while shaving. I don’t know why, but seeing that turned me on. This wasn’t some Photoshopped porn model on my computer screen, this was a real woman. Further down, my mom’s butt cheeks peeked out just a little. I knew within that crevice was her asshole. It was a part of the body that I didn’t normally think of in a sexual way, but I had the urge to part her cheeks and take a peek.

“Is everything okay?” Mom asked, sounding a little worried.

“Yeah, I’m just looking, that’s all…”

Mom smiled down at me. Her hands moved over her thighs. I could see her fingers trembling. She opened her legs a little wider, then spread her pussy lips for me. The simple gesture took my breath away. Her big, full lips were splayed apart, no longer concealing the hidden parts of my mother’s most private area. I could see the tiny domed tip of her pink clit peeking out from its wrinkled sheath. I could see her soft inner flesh, moist and alluring. And I could see her vagina. There it was, just inches away from my mouth. The most holy of holies. My mother’s cunt hole.

It gaped open a little, but not garishly so. It practically begged to have something inserted into it. A finger, a tongue, a hard cock. There her wetness was more obvious. Thick sex fluids gathered near the bottom, ready to trickle down toward her ass. I’d always considered women’s genitals to be strange and even a little ugly, but my thinking was completely changed in that moment. I’d never seen anything more beautiful or desirable in my life.

I gave in to the inexorable draw my mom’s pussy was exerting on me and brought my mouth to her. I kissed her clit lightly, and delighted in her little spasm in reaction. “Go slow, honey,” she moaned, still holding herself open for me. I did as she asked, not only for her sake, but also because I wanted to take in every moment of this experience so I could remember it always. I feathered kisses in a circle around her vulva. I could tell by the subtle turn of her hips that my mom wanted me to give her center some attention. I teased her just a little longer, then rewarded her with a long lick up the middle of her crease from just above her hole to just below her clit. She groaned, enjoying the pleasure but knowing there was so much more I was holding back from her.

“Lick me,” I thought I heard her whisper. “Lick Mommy’s horny pussy.” Maybe it was only what I wanted to hear, but I did lick her. Up and down then side to side. When I couldn’t resist any longer, I moved down to her opening. I dipped my tongue into her liquid essence. There was a dreamy sense of disjunction as the raw flavor of my mother’s cunt suffused my senses. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever know the taste of another woman, and never would have guessed my mother would be my first.

I lapped at her hole, slurping up more of her juices and circling my tongue inside of her has far as I could go. Her moans came to me as if from a great distance. I was underwater, far away, in my own world. I was swimming in my mother’s cunt. I licked and sucked her hole with a needful urgency. I wasn’t thinking about her pleasure, only mine. I gathered enough of her juices in my mouth and swallowed. It flowed thickly down my throat unlike anything I’d ever had before. It was sublime.

After feasting at my mom’s most womanly of orifices for a few minutes longer, I moved up to her clit. It was time to give her what she was aching for. I flicked her stiff nub experimentally with my tongue. I enjoyed when she’d done that to me, but it was also a bit maddening. I ran circles around it, pressing my tongue hard into her tiny erection with each revolution. She writhed at this, pushing herself up into my face.

“Oh, Emily, yes… you’re licking my clit…” Her voice became quieter as she spoke. She wasn’t talking to me. “My baby girl is licking my pussy…”

After just a little more tongue work, I moved to sucking. This got a gasp from her, which gave me goosebumps. I’d felt the power and control of giving a guy a blowjob, but this was so much more satisfying. I owned my mother in that moment. I owned her with my mouth.

“Oh, yes, that’s it…”

Like her with me, I tried a couple different techniques. Sucking the whole area, sucking just her clitty, sucking and licking at the same time. The last one got the most favorable reaction.

“You like this, Mom?”

“Yes…”

“You like getting your pussy sucked?”

“Oh God, yes…”

“You like getting your cunt sucked by your own daughter?”

“Ooooh, fuuuuck!” she cried out as I latched onto her clit and started going at her with a passion. “Suck me, Emily. Suck my cunt! Eat your mother’s cunt just like that, baby!” Her hands were all over her own body, roughly grabbing her tits, mercilessly squeezing and pulling at them. “Eat your mother’s slutty fucking cunt! Aaaaaahhhhh!”

She bucked up into my face, but I was able to keep my mouth on her pussy as her orgasm whipped through her. I only let go at the point that I knew I she would be too sensitive to take any more, and that seemed to be just the right time for Mom, too.

“Ooooh… ooooh… okay…” she panted. Her fingers gently teased her nipples as her tummy flexed with a few residual quakes. “Oh, my, my, my…” She giggled and sighed. “Emily, that was amazing. No one has ever given me an orgasm that good with their mouth. Not even your dad.”

I kissed her inner thighs and snuggled my nose in her puff of pubic hair. “I think I might have sprained my tongue,” I gently took one of her outer lips between my teeth, not biting down, but just holding it like that until I got a chuckle from her. “But it was worth it.”

I tested her clit with a kiss. She flinched, but not much. It was safe, I decided. I began sucking her again.

“Oh, no, not again…” she moaned, clearly not the least bit upset that I was back at it.

I took it slow and easy, but within a minute she was at the precipice yet again. “I’m going to come, Emily. Oh, fuck, I’m coming… I’m coming, baby… oh, yeesss!”

Her body went rigid as a less intense but obviously deeper orgasm seized her. We rode this one out together. I listened to the moans coming from her tight-clenched throat this time to gauge when to let up. I held on a second too long and my mom had to push my head away with a barking laugh when the pleasure turned to pain.

“Come up here, sweetheart.” She held her arms out to me.

We cuddled, and fondled, and rested together for a long time. A few loving words passed between us, but for the most part we stayed quiet, content to simply be holding one another and enjoying the feeling of sweaty skin-to-skin closeness. I don’t know exactly how long we were like that before I began dozing off. I was in that twilight between wakefulness and sleep when I heard my mother whisper something in my ear.

“Masturbate for me,” she said softly. The words created a tickle at the end of my clit that radiated out to the tips of my fingers. “I want to feel you come.”

I was too comfortable to move. My mother took my hand and put it between my legs. It took me a few seconds, but my fingers slowly began to move. Mom sighed and hugged me to her. I lightly played with my clit. I wasn’t purposefully rushing toward a climax like I normally did, but just enjoying the sensations I was giving myself and floating in the warmth of my mother’s embrace. She occasionally delivered a soft kiss or a contented sound to remind me that she was still there with me and taking her own pleasure from my pleasure.

It had to have been at least twenty minutes before I got close. “Mom…” I said in a raspy hush, “do you want me to come?”

“Mmm, yes.” Her hand moved down and rested over my own. She didn’t apply any pressure, but she was just feeling the motion of how I was touching myself. “Come for Mommy.”

It sounded strange and yet perfectly right in my ear. I hadn’t called her Mommy since I turned twelve. I was too grown up for that. But in that moment of intimacy, that’s what she was… my mommy. She held me in her arms as I masturbated. I’d never felt so free and accepted before. I was able to be myself — my whole self — and not fear being judged. My mother’s love was the most genuine thing in my life, and now I knew I would never lose it. There was no place else that I could be as safe or as cherished as I was in my mommy’s embrace.

I felt her nipple brush against my cheek. I turned my head and took it into my mouth. My world was instantly complete. I wanted for nothing. I suckled my mother’s breast and steadily edged myself closer with small movements of my middle finger on my stiff clit.

“That’s it, baby, come for me. Play with that pretty little cunt. Mommy wants to feel her baby come.”

I sucked harder on my mother’s tit and it was difficult not to bite down when the wave finally crested and crashed. I sucked, and rubbed, and wiggled within her adoring grasp.

“There you go,” she cooed. “That’s my girl.” Her voice was so low I barely heard what she was saying. “Doesn’t that feel better, now?” She traced her fingernails over my skin, tickling my arm and back. “My pretty, sexy girl…” These were the last words I heard before drifting away to a blissful sleep in bed with my mom.

*****

The remainder of my winter break went by in a blur. A blur of pussy, tits, ass, and orgasms. My mother graciously allowed me to “practice” on her as much as I wanted. In turn, I was more than happy to help her fulfill every lesbian fantasy she’d conceived of over all the years since that fateful missed opportunity.

Along with the torrid, incestuous sex, there was a lot of love and sharing. We talked more than we ever had before. No topic was off limits. Old grudges were hashed over and many of them resolved. Questions were answered, and confessions were proffered. She unburdened herself to me in a way that she wouldn’t have if she were “only” my mother. There was a new kind of bond between us, one that we were both testing and learning about as we went.

I understood her as a woman like I couldn’t have as a daughter alone. I, likewise, had become so much more than her little girl. I knew what my mom sounded like when she masturbated. I had a clear picture of the expression she would make when a third, then fourth finger was pushed inside her. I’d had her taste on my tongue, and in turn had fed her the elixir of my own orgasm. It would take more time to adjust to all the changes, but we would work through it and come out the other end closer than ever.

I returned to school feeling confident with my new skills. I understood the subtleties of a girl’s body to enough of a degree that I didn’t fear an encounter, but eagerly sought one. It was only a matter of a couple of weeks before I was able to bring Kaylee into my bed. I found it ironic that though she had played around with a girl long before me, it turned out that I was the more experienced one by the time I’d managed to seduce her. It was strange that I was the aggressor, that I was the one taking the lead, and that I ended up being the dominant one. I was even able to teach Kaylee some new tricks.

There was no way for me to thank my mom for helping me become who I truly am, but when I get home for Spring Break, I’m going to do everything I can to show her my undying appreciation.

THE END

Family Practice, Chapter 4

  • Posted on January 17, 2017 at 3:46 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

“Okay! Here we go, I guess,” my mom exclaimed, somewhat startled by my quick reaction.

The first line had been crossed. It was one thing to see each other naked, but it was another for me to be fondling my mother’s breast. And this wasn’t a clinical touch, it was explicitly sexual. I first massaged one tit, then moved to the other.

“Oh, that’s nice,” my mom sighed. “So different than the way your father touches me.”

“Mom, do you mind not talking about Dad while we’re doing this?”

“Right, sorry. My bad.” Her voice adopted a dreamy quality. “Won’t happen again.”

I squeezed and fondled her a little more, then went for a nipple. I ran my fingertip around the periphery, slowly zeroing in on the center. As I toyed with her soft nub, it stiffened and became fuller. A tingle ran down my back knowing that I was responsible for exciting her in this way. I’d made guys hard before, but for some reason there wasn’t this same sense of satisfaction. Making my mom’s nipples hard felt like a real accomplishment rather than a mechanical inevitability.

“Does that feel good?” I asked out of pure insecurity.

“It feels wonderful, Emily.”

Hearing my mom say my name while I was touching her breasts made my pussy clench with desire.

“Is it okay if I suck your nipple?” The word nipple felt clumsy as I said it, but it also gave me a thrill.

“Yes, of course,” Mom said breathily, “please do.”

I leaned over and hovered over my mother’s chest. Okay, here we go, I guess. I parted my lips and took her nipple in. My mom was holding her breath, but I swear I could hear her heart beating. I sucked. The sensation was glorious. It was so buttery soft in my mouth that I let out a moan to show how wonderful it was. I was sucking my mom’s tit. It was beyond insane, but it was really happening.

My sucking quickly morphed into suckling. I had a Freudian moment where I wondered if the warm feelings welling up inside me had anything to do with breastfeeding when I was an infant. Did those latent memories somehow make sucking my mother’s nipple that much more gratifying? I didn’t want to waste any energy analyzing it and instead tried to focus on how fucking amazing it felt. My mom encouraged me with a light touch to move to her other breast and I happily did. It turned me on to know that she was enjoying this as much, if not more, than I was.

“That feels wonderful, sweetheart,” my mom whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I didn’t want to stop, but I thought she might want a turn. After a few parting licks and kisses, I rolled off her and onto my back. I pushed my tits together in an effort to make them look bigger and more inviting. “Do you want to try?”

“Mmm, how can I say no to those lovely treats?” She brought her head down to my chest and gently kissed my nipple a few times before giving it a swipe with her tongue. Her hands came up and replaced mine. She squeezed, kneading my breasts with slow, subtle motions. “So soft.”

Her warm breath on the wet tip of my breast sent goosebumps up my arms. My mom took my nipple in her mouth, then the whole of my puffy, pink areola. She sucked and licked at the same time. I’d had a few boys mess with my boobs before, but it wasn’t nearly as erotic as this was. She shifted to my other breast and gave it the same loving treatment. I ran my fingers through her hair and shivered with anticipation. If having my tits sucked by my mom felt this good, I could only imagine what was yet to come.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, “this is the best. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Very sure,” she said softly, unwilling to take her lips completely off of my nipple as she spoke. “I would have remembered doing something as incredible as this.” She continued working my tits gently with her mouth, switching from one to the other and back again at just the right time to provide the perfect balance of stimulation to each. This was the first of many advantages I’d discover about being with someone who had an intimate familiarity with the female body.

The desire was mounting inside me. I could feel it low in my tummy. I parted my legs, hoping this would be enough of a hint. Several more blissful minutes passed as she caressed my breasts and nipples with her nimble lips and tongue.

“Mom…” I said in a hushed tone. “Do you want to touch me…” I stopped myself. I was going to say “down there,” but I realized how silly and childish that would sound. “Do you want to touch my pussy?”

“Aren’t we the impatient one?” she teased and flicked her tongue over one of my aroused nipples.

“Maybe,” I conceded, “but I think you’re just stalling.”

She chuckled at that. “You might be right. This is all as new to me as it is to you. I don’t want to mess up your first experience.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you, Mom.”

She leaned back and looked down between my legs. “It’s just that I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“And neither do I. Isn’t the whole point of this that we figure it out together?”

“You’re right. No more stalling.” Her hand tentatively slid down from my chest to my belly. It lingered there for a few moments, maddeningly not going any lower.

“You like to touch your own pussy, don’t you, Mom?”

She smiled and nodded. “I do.”

I spread my legs wider, then took her wrist and moved her hand toward my crotch. “Maybe just try touching me the way you like to touch yourself.”

Her hand continued downward without my guidance. “Oh, my,” she gasped when her fingertips grazed my outer lips. “Oh, wow.” Her touch moved down along my slit then back up. “Oh, Emily.”

I didn’t want to laugh during such an intimate moment, but she was making it difficult.

“What is it, Mom?”

She looked up at me with an odd glimmer in her eye. “I’m touching another woman’s pussy.” She ran her fingers up and down again. “Not only that, but it’s my own daughter’s pussy. I can hardly believe this is really happening.”

“I’m glad it’s happening… and that it’s happening with me.”

“Just promise you won’t come to your senses one day down the road and hate me for this.”

“How about instead you promise to stop worrying and stick one of those fingers inside me!”

My mom’s finger moved down to my very wet opening. Her touch circled, hesitant to go further. I could feel her trembling as she was poised at the point of no return.

“It’s okay, Mom,” I whispered. “I want this. And I know you do, too. Go ahead… I want your fingers inside me.”

Her fingertip hovered at the threshold of my hole. For a few seconds I didn’t know if she was going to pull away or follow through. “I love you, Emily,” she said in a tone I’d never heard her use before, and then she inserted her finger into my cunt.

I writhed and struggled not to cry out as my mother gently penetrated me. This wasn’t a game anymore, it was real. There was a line that mothers and daughters should never cross with one another, but we had just crossed it. My mother’s finger pushed deeper inside me, deep into my cunt. I could almost feel the love and desire radiating from her. I wanted nothing more than for this to be the fulfillment of her years of unrequited desire. I hoped that my pussy was the answer to the question she’d been too afraid to ask all those years ago. There was no doubt in my mind that it was answering several questions that I had been asking myself during the past few months.

“Oh, fuck, Mom. Yes. Keep going.” These words passed my lips without my needed to think about it. I wanted this. I wanted more than this. More fingers, her whole fist, all of her inside me.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” my mom said, her voice heavy with arousal. Her finger moved inside me, exploring my inner walls, seeking the moist recesses only another woman knew existed. “This is incest.”

That word sent an electric pulse through me. I hadn’t thought of it in those terms, although I should have. Incest was a father forcing his daughter. Or a brother taking advantage of his sister. I never associated it with something consensual. But I realized it could be that, too. A sister seducing a brother. A niece welcoming an uncle. A mother fingering her willing daughter.

“If this is incest, then it’s what I want,” I said without thinking about it. “I can’t imagine anything more beautiful, Mom. Please, don’t stop.”

Her fingers continued to explore me. “This is so wrong,” she murmured as she took my nipple into her mouth once again. She sucked my breast and inserted a second finger into my pussy. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”

I grabbed her wrist, insuring that she couldn’t abandon me even if she wanted to.

“No one will ever know, Mom. It’s our secret.” I gripped her fingers as hard as I could with my inner muscles. “Can you feel that? I need this. I need it more than anything right now.”

“My head is spinning,” she admitted, her lips moving with feathery softness against my erect nipple. “I’ve fingered my cunt thousands of times, but it never felt like this.”

“Do you like it, Mom? Do you like fucking my pussy?”

She clamped my leg between hers, pressing her pussy against my thigh. “Yes. I do like it, Emily. I love it. I love fucking your pussy with my fingers. I want to make you come.”

Her words moved me to the verge of tears. I don’t know why. No guy ever made me feel this way. I had always liked what they were doing to me in a detached sort of way, but this was different. The two of us were connected in a way that I’d never been with anyone before. Her fingers were my fingers, and then so much more. Her body against mine was more a part of me than any other person I’d been with. I suddenly became aware of the reality that I may never be able to bond with any sexual partner the way that I was at that very moment. Instead of fear, I felt only contentment and pure serenity.

“Go ahead, Mom. Make me come. Finger my cunt and make me come.”

Her hand shifted slightly and began moving in a new way. Her middle and ring finger were inside me, her index and pinky finger extended along the creases of my outer labia. The heel of my mom’s hand pressed against my clit, which was as hard as it had ever been. She began to fuck me like that.

“Is this what you want?” she said, her voice sounding like a lecherous growl. “You want Mommy to fuck your horny little cunt?”

I wanted to forget that she was my mother, but the fact that she was only made what she was doing all the more erotic. “Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck my horny cunt, Mom! Do it!”

Her teeth bit into my nipple with just the right amount of pressure as she intensified the thrusts of her hand. I had always rejected the idea of rough sex, but the pain she inflicted caused an exquisite blossoming of sensation that infused my whole body. I released all my naïve preconceived notions about sex in that moment and gave myself over to her completely. This was a woman with enough experience to know the source of true pleasure, and she was sharing it with me… her daughter.

“There you go, honey. Don’t hold back.” She kissed my neck and throat without slowing her deft movements between my legs. “Let it come. Let Mommy make your pussy feel good.”

I realized I was making noises like I never had before. Not like I had with any boy, or even like when I was alone and had the whole house to myself. I was on a new plateau that I’d never reached before, and it was spectacular. I didn’t want to control myself. I didn’t want to hold back.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, Mom! Make me come!”

That seemed to be the trigger that finally set me off. My whole world collapsed into a finite point centered within my cunt. With a sudden burst of life and light, it expanded outward in an explosion of joy and happiness. I was objectively aware that this was an orgasm, but it was unlike anything I’d experienced up to this point in my life. All other orgasms were pathetic imitations by comparison.

“Go ahead, baby! Let it go! Let it all out!” My mom’s words only enhanced what was already a pinnacle experience in my sexual journey. There was no way I’d ever be able to express to her how much this moment meant to me. Yes, I had an orgasm, but it was so much more. More than I could even quantify for myself at that moment.

“Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, not caring where I was or who might hear. My whole body rocked, and convulsed, and spasmed like never before. I thought I’d given myself some pretty good climaxes in the past, but my mother showed me that there was a whole new realm of pleasure that I hadn’t even come close to tapping into. And that was just with her fingers. My mind shivered at what she might accomplish with her tongue.

Time passed without me being aware of it. My mother clutched me tight, her fingers held fast in my cunt, pressed against my elusive g-spot and maintaining the perfect amount of pressure on my clit. No man, I was certain, could ever achieve such an immaculate balance between pleasure and pain. I felt a love for her welling up within me like I’d never known before. She was no longer just my mother, but also my lover.

I could have stayed like that for hours, but I sensed a subtle change intruding on our embrace.

“My, God,” my mother whispered, her throat tight. “What am I doing?” She began to withdraw her fingers, but I quickly clapped my hands over hers and held her where she was.

“Not yet, please.” I could feel the tension in her body. “That was amazing, Mom.” I snuggled against her, keeping her from pulling away. “That was better than anything I’ve ever done with anyone.”

“But… I’m your mother,” she sounded like she wanted to cry. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you. I shouldn’t be taking advantage of my own daughter.”

I kissed her shoulder, pressing her fingers tighter into me. “Yes, you’re my mother — we knew that going into this. And my guess is that’s why it was so good.” I lifted one of my hands and brushed my fingertips lightly over her nipple. “It didn’t seem to bother you at all when you were going crazy on my pussy a few minutes ago.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight.” Her fingers moved inside me, not trying to escape but simply caressing me lovingly. “I had all these fantasies that I never should have had in the first place. Then when you came home, I somehow let it take me over. But now that it’s real…”

“Now that it’s real,” I picked up where she trailed off, “it’s more wonderful than I imagined. Don’t even try to deny you didn’t absolutely love what we just did together.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” she argued, her voice becoming softer as I teased my mom’s stiffening nipple and her fingers pushed deeper into me.

“I don’t care about that, and I don’t think you really do either or you wouldn’t have started all this in the first place.” I turned and found her breast with my mouth. The sound she made sent tingles up my spine. “Let me prove it.”

My hand slid up the inside of my mother’s thigh. I felt her press her legs together as I did.

“No…” she moaned, but there was no conviction behind it.

I worked my hand up until I was touching her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her, and she was even wetter than I was.

She pushed against me. “Emily, please, this isn’t…” Her words failed as I slipped a finger inside her. She stopped pushing and let her legs open a little. “No…”

I’ve had the mantra of “no means no” drilled into my head since I was in middle school, but this no was unmistakably her surrendering to me and begging for more.

“Let me make you come, Mom.” I kissed and nuzzled her neck. “And then we’ll talk about what’s right, and what we really want.”

“But, I can’t… oooooh, fuck…” That came in response to my sucking her nipple harder, and pushing a second finger into her cunt. Yes, I actually had my fingers in my mother’s vagina. It was too much to process in the moment, so I just tried to focus on how incredible it was to touch a pussy that wasn’t my own. And it was, indeed, fucking incredible.

“Do you like that, Mom?” I asked in a light voice. Eyes closed, she turned her face away from me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” My fingers worked her gently. She bit her lower lip, unwilling to answer me. “I’m going to make you come. I’m going to fuck your hot, wet pussy till you come. Is that what you want, Mom?”

Her hands gripped the bedcovers. “Yes! Please, don’t stop!” A long moan followed. “I can’t believe you’re touching me like this. I imagined it so many times, and now it’s really happening.” Her legs spread wider.

“It is happening, Mom.” We kissed, our tongues sliding sensuously against one another. “And it’s better than any of my fantasies.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Her inner muscles tightened, gripping my fingers hard. “I had no idea it could feel this good to do something so bad.”

“Are you going to come for me, Mom?”

“Yes…” She pushed my head down to her breasts and I once again latched on to one of her aroused nipples, sucking it as hard as I knew she wanted me to. “You’re going to be the first woman who ever made me come. My own daughter… fingering my cunt… to orgasm…”

I sucked and I fucked. My mom’s body twisted rhythmically beneath me, responding to my every move, tensing when I touched the right spot, shifting when I missed the mark. It was so easy to read her, to understand what she needed and how she needed it. There was an unspoken language between us. One that we’d unconsciously developed over two decades of our time as mother and daughter. The connection was more palpable than anything I could have with any other person. This was my mother. This was the woman who gave birth to me, who nourished me with her own body, who cried when I cried, and who only knew true happiness when I was happy. I loved her more than any one person could love another, and I understood that she felt the same in such a fundamental way that there was no need for fear, or embarrassment, or shame. We were one flesh, one mind, one soul in two bodies.

“I’m going to come,” my mother whimpered. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come.” She gripped me tight against her nakedness. I ran my tongue over her taut nipple in quick circles the way I would want it done to me. My fingers pressed up inside her, trying to reach the place I knew would please me the most. The heel of my hand pressed against the firmness of my mom’s engorged clitoris. I struggled to stimulate all the right areas, but at the same time I understood that the simple fact that it was me doing it would be enough to bring my mother to a place she never anticipated she would go.

“Come for me, Mom.” I half begged and half assured her it was okay. “I want to make you feel good. I want to make your pussy feel so fucking good. Does it feel good, Mom?”

“Yes! Don’t stop! Please, don’t stop! It feels so good. So fucking good…”

“You like what I’m doing to your cunt right now? You like how I’m fucking you with my fingers?”

“Fuck my cunt, baby! Just like that. Fuck my cuuuuunt! Aaaaaah!”

She finally gave in. I’d had my fingers inside my own pussy a million times as I’d made myself orgasm, but this was entirely different. It wasn’t me, it was my mother. I was the one making her scream. It was her pussy I was making come. I felt the power, and satisfaction, and relief well up and spill over. I’d done what I didn’t know I could do. I gave another woman an orgasm. The greatest gift one can give.

I worked her sopping wet pussy hole until the writhing changed from wanting to overwhelmed. She grabbed my arm and I let my fingers go still inside her. She relaxed. Smiled. Then laughed. It was the most beautiful sound she could have made at that moment. A long sigh followed, her eyes remaining closed, her face glowing with a blissful light.

“I can’t remember the last time I came like that.” She drew in a deep breath. “I think maybe I’ve never come like that before.” Her eyes opened and slowly focused on me. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

I rose up and brought my lips to hers. They were warmer and softer than before. They weren’t the lips of my mother, but those of my lover. Our bodies fit together like they were always meant to be this way. Our breasts, our soft middles, our legs pressing against the other’s in immaculate harmony. I’d never known safety and love like I had in that moment. For all the reasons this was supposed to be wrong, it was the most right I’d ever felt.

“I love you, Mom.”

“And I love you. More than anything in the world…”

Continue on to Chapter 5

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.

Continue on to Chapter 4

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

Family Practice, Chapter 1

  • Posted on January 3, 2017 at 2:55 pm

By DirtyMindedMom

 

As happy as I was to be coming home after my first semester away at college, the one thing I was most excited about was being reunited with my vibrator. I stared out the window of the train and thought back to the day I’d shoplifted it from a Spencer’s at the mall. Even though I was 18 and could have bought it legally, I was too embarrassed. I had been in the store with a group of my friends the day before when we discovered the sex toys in the back corner. We giggled over the dildos, cock rings and butt plugs, and everyone agreed that it was all so pathetic that people would actually have to buy those sorts of things. Even though I was the one denouncing them the loudest, I spent the rest of the night thinking about the pink vibrator with the tip that curved up and the little bumps down the length of it. I couldn’t stop wondering how awesome it would feel going into my pussy.

Technically I wasn’t a virgin at the time. The summer before I sort of did it with Tommy Ganter during a church social. We snuck off to an empty storage room and made out. He got my pants halfway down and fingered me some, then asked me if I wanted to do it. I said sure, assuming he meant the fingering, but when he started putting on a condom I realized he meant really “do IT.” I was too self-conscious to say no at that point and I let him climb on top of me and stick it in. Three pumps later he was done and I was no longer the only remaining 18-year-old virgin in my group of friends. When he pulled out and saw the blood he was too freaked out to do anything else, so we just got dressed and went back to the party. He never talked to me again.

I pretty much avoided boys for a while after that. Even though that first time hurt, and was far from pleasurable, I had gotten the distinct impression that it could feel really good if it was done right. I had a sort of craving after that night that I needed to satisfy. I started putting my fingers inside my pussy when I masturbated, but that didn’t do it. I tried fucking a Sharpie marker, the handle of my hair brush, and even a carrot, but none of those quite worked for me. When I saw that vibrator on the shelf at Spencer’s, I knew I had to have it. The next morning I made up my mind to go back to the mall by myself and steal it.

It was a bad thing to do, but I never regretted it for a second after I slipped it inside my pussy hole for the first time. I masturbated with that thing almost every day, often more than once. When it came time to go off to college, I agonized over what to do. I ultimately decided to leave it at home, unwilling to suffer the embarrassment of someone finding it in my dorm room and knowing what a horny pervert I was. I was looking forward to seeing my mom and my dog and being back in my own house, but I wanted to fuck myself like crazy with the only boyfriend I could ever really count on to satisfy me.

Mom was waiting at the station for me when I got off the train. She screamed and ran over to me, wrapping me up in the biggest hug. She was never afraid of making a scene in public. I hugged her back and let her have her moment. I had to admit that it did feel nice getting a huge squeeze from her. She felt so warm against me, and I breathed in her smell that I hadn’t realized how much I missed until just then. As the hug went on longer than normal, I couldn’t help becoming aware of how our breasts were pressed together. I tried not to think about that, it had never bothered me before, but you’ll understand why it made me somewhat uncomfortable as you find out more about some of the things I was struggling with after my time at school.

On the ride home, Mom hit me with a rapid fire series of questions as if we hadn’t talked on the phone at least once a week while I was away and messaged back and forth in between. How were finals? Why did I look so skinny, aren’t girls supposed to gain weight freshman year? Did I pick my classes for next semester? Did I meet any boys she should know about… or girls? My mom knew I liked guys, even though I didn’t go out a lot or have anything like a steady boyfriend in high school. She just had this thing where she didn’t want to assume anything when it came to sexual orientation and often pointed out that she would love me no matter what I was. After assuring her I was straight for so long, I didn’t know if I should tell her about some of the feelings that had unexpectedly welled up while I was off living in an all-girl dorm.

Somewhere in the middle of the ride home I realized that my pussy was getting wetter by the second. I was anticipating that moment of ecstasy when the tip of my buzzing vibrator passed into my opening and went deep inside me. Luckily, Mom was too distracted with her questions to notice me squirming in my seat. As soon as we were through the door I told her I was tired and wanted to take a quick nap. She gave a little pout, but sent me off to my room with a kiss and a motherly pat on the butt.

The second my bedroom door was closed, I stripped naked, went to my underwear drawer, reached way into the back of it, and pulled out my old friend. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to fuck a vaguely dick-shaped chunk of rubber. I got onto my bed, spread my legs wide, and twisted the cap on the bottom. He immediately sprang to life with a robust buzzing. I hadn’t remembered it being that loud! I was suddenly worried my mom could hear it downstairs. The quickest way to muffle the sound, I concluded, was to get it into my cunt as fast as I could.

My whole body shivered with delight as I eased my vibrating toy into my wet fuck hole. Oh God, I missed him so much! I clenched tight, gripping the bumpy shaft as hard as I could. The curved tip grazed along the top of my inner vagina and caused me to writhe in thankful joy that we had finally been brought back together. I began pumping myself. I usually started slow and picked up speed as I went, but I couldn’t hold back and was working my darling boy in and out as fast as I could. It was beyond glorious. How mad would my mom be if she knew I had skipped spending time with her after so long away just to fuck myself alone in my room? God, the vibrations felt even felt stronger than ever. That’s when I stopped dead in mid-stroke.

My mind flashed to my last night before leaving for school. I was on my hands and knees, masturbating myself doggy style like I did sometimes, and the vibrations slowed then ceased altogether. The stupid batteries had died. I was too far along to stop and replace them, so I made myself come without the benefit of the buzzing. I remember thinking that it was perfect timing since it would be our last night together for a while.

But now the batteries weren’t dead. Not by a long shot. It was suddenly obvious that they were brand new. Somebody had put fresh batteries in my vibrator! I had been so concerned about someone finding my toy in my dorm room that I never thought about anyone finding it in my bedroom at home while I was away. I had a sinking feeling in my gut, but at the same time the toy was still energetically alive inside my cunt. There was nothing I could do about being busted, so I might as well finish myself off.

I fucked myself with renewed urgency. Someone knew. Someone in my house knew that I was a horny pervert who fucked herself with a rubber cock. My secret was out. I was a degenerate masturbator.

I thrashed as my orgasm exploded and rocked my whole body just like it had that first time I’d fucked it feeling so dirty and guilty. I managed to stifle my screams of joy, but my bed squeaked noisily as I bounced my butt up and down trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of my homecoming fuck session. My whole body was all melty as I lay there and basked in the bliss. I dipped a couple fingers into my sopping hole and tasted my own juices. God, I was weird. But, as often as I’d tried, I couldn’t stop the nasty things I like to do with myself when I’m alone.

I dozed for a few minutes before putting my toy away and going into the bathroom attached to my room to splash some water on my face. I wanted to spend the rest of the day playing with myself, but I knew Mom was probably anxious for me to spend some time with her. I got dressed and went down stairs.

“There’s my beautiful girl!” she trilled when I came into the kitchen. “Feeling better?” My mom was spooning up a serving of her famous macaroni and cheese casserole, my absolute favorite. She was also looking at me with a strange smile. “It must be nice to be back in your own bed with all your own stuff.”

“It is,” I said as I sat down. The way she was talking made it seem like she was hinting at something.

“Though I’m guessing you missed some of your things more than others.” She set a plate in front of me and went to fetch me a glass of soda.

“Like what things?” I was afraid to hear the answer that I suspecting was coming.

“Don’t be embarrassed, honey, but I went upstairs to let you know your mac and cheese was ready and I heard… a noise.” She leaned over me and put a glass of ginger ale next to my plate. “A mechanical humming noise.” She goosed me playfully and went to busy herself with cleaning up.

Yeah, totally busted. No point in trying to deny anything. “Were you the one who replaced the batteries?”

“I was.” She turned and looked at me with an expression that advertised how thrilled she was that I had acknowledged the unspoken topic instead of avoiding it and changing the subject like she expected me to. “And, don’t worry, I cleaned it off after I was done.”

“After you were done what?”

The tea kettle whistled, and I had to wait until she filled her cup with steaming water and sat down. “After I was done trying it out for myself. I’d never used one before and I was curious.” Mom dipped her tea bag in and out of her hot water, obviously eager to share more. “I know you probably wanted to keep it a secret, but last week I decided to run some of your things through the laundry. I thought that maybe your undies were getting musty sitting in that drawer for so long. When I scooped everything out, there it was. Please, don’t be mad.”

“When you say, ‘tried it out,’ you mean you just turned it on or you really tried it out?”

“I swear I was just going to leave it alone and pretend like I never saw it, but I was lying in bed that night next to your father, who was snoring up a storm, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to know what it would feel like, so I got the batteries out of the remote, went to your room and gave it a try.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned in humiliation. It was bad enough that she had found it, but why did she have to tell me she’d used it? And on my bed, no less!

“I must say it was better than I expected. I felt a bit silly at first, but by the time I finished I was sold.” Mom was always had a tendency to over-share, but this was the first time I remember her talking to me about anything to do with sex like this. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“Okay, so, whatever. I’m not mad. Let’s just forget about it.”

I ate a couple of forks of mac and cheese, barely even tasting it while my mom sipped her tea and never took her eyes off me.

“I actually snuck back to your bedroom the next two nights. After that I realized that I needed one of my own so I went to that dirty video store, you know, the one over by the truck stop. Your father has no idea I was in there.”

She sounded almost proud of herself. And it was obvious she had been dying to talk to me about this for days. What had gotten into her? Well, I knew at least one thing that had gotten into her — my dildo!

“Okay, Mom, that’s great.” I was hoping the conversation would end there.

“They didn’t have one like yours. I ended up getting a bigger one, you know with the little thingie that sticks out on top and the twenty different settings.” She added a bit more sugar to her tea. “Let me know if you want to borrow it. We can swap for a night,” she said with a wink.

I couldn’t believe we were talking about this. How had I suddenly becomes my mom’s sexual confidant? I didn’t want her to know about my masturbation habits, and I certainly didn’t want to know about hers.

“How’s Dad been?” I asked.

“Oh, you know him. The government is out to take all his money, and the illegal immigrants are ruining his life, even though he’s never met one.”

Thankfully she was off and running on a new topic and I was spared any further embarrassment. The rest of the evening was fairly normal. My dad got home from work. He was happy to see me, even if it didn’t really show. Mom and I stayed up watching TV, but we did more talking than watching. Things stopped being normal as soon as I got into bed.

I normally used my vibrator every night before I went to sleep, but I found myself hesitant to reach into my panty drawer. Not only had my mother found my dildo, but she’d used it. Not only had she used it, but she told me about it. Why would she do that? Yes, she was the queen of “too much information,” but it was never about anything to do with sex. As far as I was concerned, my parents had sex just the one time to make me. The thought that my mom masturbates never occurred to me. That’s when it got weird.

The image of my mother lying on my bed naked with her legs spread as she fucks herself with my dildo popped into my mind. I shook my head, trying to erase the image, but that just made her moan and do it harder. If that wasn’t disturbing enough, I began getting that achy feeling between my legs. The kind of feeling I knew I couldn’t ignore.

I gave in and reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand and fished my toy out from under my panties. I looked at it, then sniffed it. It smelled like my pussy. I know she said she’d washed it, but was I hoping to be able to smell her pussy still on it? What was the matter with me? I sucked the curved tip, getting it all wet and slippery. I was acutely aware that the thing I had in my mouth had very recently been inside my mom’s cunt. This thing had been coated in her juices after she gave herself an orgasm with it. I sucked it deeper. My mother had made herself come in my bed, the same place where I made myself come thousands of times. These thoughts shouldn’t have turned me on as much as they were.

I turned it on and lightly buzzed my pussy lips, then my clit. Had my mother done it the same way, or did she have a different approach? Maybe she liked to just shove it in and ram away. Or did she take her time and tease herself until she couldn’t take it anymore? I slipped the toy into my hole, wondering if my mom was in her room masturbating with her toy and thinking about me using the same vibrator that she used. I was getting myself all twisted up in my head, which only seemed to make me hornier.

“What the fuck, Mom?” I moaned in the darkness of my room as I pumped myself toward a quick orgasm. “What is going on with you? Why did you tell me you fucked your pussy with my dildo?” I was going at it full speed, not caring if the bed squeaked or if the squishy noises coming from between my legs could be heard by anyone else. “Did you like fucking my toy, Mom? Did you like making yourself come with the same dildo your horny daughter uses to fuck her cunt? Oooooooh, fuuuuuuck!”

Imagining my mother hearing my words added a dimension to my orgasm I hadn’t ever experienced before. There was a depth to it that was new, and I had a sense that it had something to do with my humiliation at not only being exposed as a chronic masturbator, but also the shame of being so aroused by sexual thoughts about my own mother. I came so hard that I was afraid that my pussy was going to cramp up. I lay panting for several long minutes trying to piece together what I was feeling. Before I came up with any answers, I drifted off into a blissfully relaxed sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Darkness Falls, Chapter 4

  • Posted on November 26, 2016 at 4:14 pm

By Girl Lover

In her bed, Susan had been trying to fall asleep but couldn’t. She kept seeing Elena’s cute face smiling at her, her buds poking through her shirt, her pale legs. She became aware of her hand sliding towards her vagina. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. Moving the first three fingers slowly in a circle, she pressed down on her clit when suddenly she heard the door open.

She froze, quickly looking through the darkness of her room to the door as it closed. Suddenly anxious, she called out, “Elena?”

The bed squeaked as something pressed down on it. “It’s me,” Elena’s voice came out of the dark.

“What’s wrong?” Susan asked uneasily.

She could feel the bed jostling as the pale form came closer and stopped right beside her. Susan looked at Elena sitting beside her in the dim light. There was something about the way she looked. Her clothes were too white.

Susan reached her hand out towards Elena’s chest and touched bare skin. “Are you naked?!”

She felt the sheet being pulled back, then felt her breasts being gently grasped.

“What are you doing?!” Susan asked fearfully.

“I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me.” Elena’s whisper sounded next to her ear, even though Elena was still upright beside her. “You can do more than just look.”

“Elena… you shouldn’t be doing this.” Susan grasped Elena’s hands.

“Why not?” Elena answered, continuing to squeeze.

“Because…” Susan pulled her hands away from her breasts. “Because I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about you.”

“But I’m having thoughts about you too,” Elena said. “I want to do this. How is it wrong?”

“We barely know each other.”

“We trust each other with our lives.”

Susan was running out of reasons for why they shouldn’t do this. Elena lay down beside her. Susan turned to look at her, “Elena?”

“Yea.”

“You really want to… for us to… make love?”

“Don’t you?” Elena countered.

This made Susan think about what she really wanted. Susan bit her bottom lip in thought, “But what will it mean for us? I mean we’re friends, so if we do this… what will we be? Girlfriends?”

“I would like us to be.”

“But I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do,” Susan told her worriedly.

“I’ll show you.”

Elena raised up and slowly leaned over.

Susan stared wide-eyed as Elena came closer, thinking, ‘Is she going to kiss me?’ She pushed her head back into the pillow as Elena’s lips pressed against hers. ‘Ohmygod, she is kissing me!’ As Elena’s lips slowly caressed hers, Susan didn’t move, partly out of shock and partly because she really didn’t know what to do.

Elena pulled back and asked, “How was that?”

Susan thought for a few seconds, trying to put it into words and the only thing that came to mind was, “Nice.”

Elena smiled as she leaned over and once again gently pressed her lips against Susan’s. This time, it wasn’t as shocking to Susan and she accepted it. Still not knowing what to do, she just lay still while Elena gently pinched her lips with her own and licked her lips. Then as Elena continued to kiss her, Susan began moving her lips slightly as she relaxed and let her feelings take over. Elena stretched out, a leg between Susan’s legs, lying partially on top of her.

Feeling Elena’s body on hers, Susan slowly reached out with her hand and touched the bare skin of Elena’s side. Her hand recoiled at first at the touch of her skin, still unsure as to whether this was right, but she reached out again. As her fingers felt Elena’s body, they delicately traced along her contours ever so slowly. Coming to the swell of her bottom, her hand moved across and just inside her crack.

As she comprehended that her hand was on Elena’s bare butt, that’s when she gave into her lust and accepted what was happening. They were going to do it! They were actually going to have sex!

Wrapping her other arm around Elena’s back, she moaned as her breathing became heavier. Despite her limited experience in kissing, she went with her feelings and mouthed Elena’s lips, trying to match what Elena was doing to her.

Elena’s lips soon moved away as she kissed her way down Susan’s neck. Susan watched as Elena pulled her nightgown off her shoulder, exposing her left breast. Then as Susan watched, Elena leaned over and placed her mouth on it.

“Oww!” Susan suddenly cried out as she jerked in pain.

Elena swiftly pulled away. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s my stupid fangs!”

Seeing her worried look, Susan quickly told her, “I’m okay.”

“I forgot about them,” Elena said quietly.

“It didn’t really hurt that much. It just surprised me.” Susan felt sorry for Elena who was looking so remorseful. “Hey, uh… can I see them? Your fangs.”

Elena looked surprised, “Really? You want to?”

Sniffing in embarrassment, Susan nodded shyly. Elena smirked at her, then opened her mouth, raising her upper lip.

Susan’s eyes widened in astonishment, “Wooow….” In a whisper, she asked, “Can I… touch it?”

“Sure!” Elena suppressed a giggle at Susan’s awe.

Susan reached out and gently poked the point of one of the fangs, then expressed, “Hey, you’ve got fangs in your lower jaw also!”

Unable to hold back her giggle at that comment, Elena said, “I know.”

Elena grasped Susan’s breast again, then slowly lowered her mouth to it, being careful not to bite. Susan watched as she kissed and licked the breast, creating a stirring in her loins. Elena slowly moved downward, kissing the beautiful woman before her while pulling her nightgown off.

Susan scarcely breathed as her body was uncovered by this little girl who was gazing at it almost in reverence. Susan no longer felt ashamed of her feelings, felt only the lust which was quickly building within her. And when Elena laid her face between Susan’s legs, it was too much. Almost immediately, her muscles tensed up and her breathing became heavier.

The faint stirring in her loins swiftly became an overwhelming torrent, causing a warbling wail to erupt from her mouth, “UUUUUUUGGGHHHH!!….” Susan gripped the bedsheets tightly in her balled fists as her back arched in the air, and continued to wail until, as Elena released her, she slowly sank back into the bed, completely drained.

Gasping for breath, she could only lie there for a minute until her strength returned. Elena rose up, her face wet with Susan’s juices. Grinning broadly, she crawled over and lay down beside Susan. Susan turned to look at her, but upon seeing Elena’s sweet face covered with her juices, she winced, quickly apologizing, “OHMYGOD!! I AM SO SORRY! I can’t believe I did that…”

Elena licked it off her lips, “I like it.”

“Here, let me wipe it off…” Susan reached over to the nightstand for a tissue.

The girl reached out, taking Susan’s hand, “No, don’t. I like it.”

Still disgusted by the mess on Elena’s face, she said, “At least let me wipe your mouth.” She reached over and grabbed a tissue before Elena could object, then wiped Elena’s mouth like a mother tending to her baby. Then she looked at Elena, not knowing what to do and too embarrassed to say anything.

Elena asked, “Would you like to touch me?”

Susan looked at the girl’s chest, then slowly put her hand out but stopped halfway.

Taking Susan’s hand, hovering in midair, Elena brought it to her breasts. Seeing the worried look in Susan’s eyes, she quietly told her, “It’s okay. Relax. I want you to touch me.”

As Susan’s hand lightly brushed across the tiny buds, she pulled back at first, but Elena held it against her breasts, gently moving Susan’s hand back and forth over them, letting her become accustomed to it.

Quickly getting over her reluctance, Susan stared longingly at the nipple that she delicately traced circles around, while occasionally dragging her finger across it. Elena lay still, watching Susan in her exploration as she became bolder with each passing minute until finally, she slowly leaned down and kissed it. With her heart pounding, Susan kept kissing it, then kissed the other breast. Partly in lust, partly in veneration, she made love to Elena’s breasts for the sheer beauty that they were; a pale white hill topped by a pink knob. She nuzzled against Elena’s chest, sliding lower towards that secret spot that Susan had been longing to see.

Hardly daring to breathe, she gazed at Elena’s sex as it lay before her. Then feeling more confident than ever, she touched it. She sucked in her breath and flinched at the thought of having touched a young girl’s vagina, then she reached out a second time and touched it again. This time, she didn’t pull back but held her finger there, running it along the closed slit.

Elena’s legs opened, allowing her to see more. Susan glanced at Elena, who was watching her with a slight smile. Suddenly feeling shy, Susan guiltily smiled back and turned again to the pale closed lips between Elena’s legs that were opening up to reveal the pinkness inside. Susan reached in, feeling the soft, hot wetness. She ran her finger around, feeling every part of it. Looking up at Elena, she asked, “What did you do to mine?”

“I licked it.”

Susan’s face took on a look of disgust, “You licked it?”

“Yea. Don’t worry. It’s not dirty.”

Susan lowered her face down to it and sniffed. It didn’t smell bad, so she gingerly stuck her tongue out and touched it. And found that it really didn’t have much of a taste. It was warm, wet, and a tiny bit salty, but that was it. So she gave a small lick and looked at Elena for approval.

Elena smiled, “Yea, just like that.”

Susan stretched herself out between Elena’s legs with her mouth just inches from Elena’s sex. She touched it with her finger, gliding along the inside, going deeper and then pulling her finger out to smell it. Not smelling anything disagreeable, she again cautiously leaned down and gave it a lick. Elena let out a slight gasp, encouraging her to keep licking.

Susan licked a few more times and watched as Elena’s legs opened up and her breathing quickened. Excited by how she was turning on this little girl, Susan began licking in earnest, then as her lust took over, she pushed her face firmly against Elena’s vulva.

Elena threw back her head as her eyes squinched tightly shut. As she felt herself cumming, she opened her mouth wide, and uttered an unearthly scream.

Susan suddenly flinched and jerked her head up to look at Elena, who was gripping the wrought-iron bed frame behind her, twisting it so that it tore loose from the poles. As Susan looked on in shock, Elena opened her eyes and saw Susan staring at her, terrified.

Looking up at the iron bar in her hands, she gasped, “Oh damn… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to do that!”

Quickly jumping up, she turned around and looked at the bent bed frame and the torn piece in her hands. Wincing silently, she breathed out in frustration and laid the metal bar down on the bed. She turned to face Susan. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed it.”

Susan could only stare at the bent and torn metal pieces that used to be her bed frame. “Jesus…” she mumbled under her breath.

“I’m sorry,” Elena repeated.

Susan turned from looking at the pole to focusing on Elena’s face, “It’s okay… it’s… I’m just surprised by how strong you are.”

“You aren’t mad that I broke it?” Elena anxiously asked, her face wincing.

“No… no…” Susan quickly told her, then shyly asked, “So I made you orgasm?”

Elena smiled, walking over on her knees, then pulling Susan to her, “You made me cum… so hard.” She gently pulled Susan down with her so they were lying beside each other. As they lay on their sides, each facing the other, Elena gently poked Susan’s breast.

“I can’t believe we did that!” Susan exclaimed. “So, this means we’re girlfriends?”

Elena nodded.

Susan stared off into space, “I’m a lesbian now… a pedophile lesbian.”

“I don’t see it that way,” Elena told her. “You don’t like women or little girls. You like me. And I like you.”

They lay together for several minutes, enjoying each other’s company, till Elena said, “I have to go feed now.”

Susan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “I forgot… I was thinking how we were going to fall asleep here, and I forgot that you still haven’t eaten.”

Elena raised up, telling her, “I’ll be back in a little while.” She began to get out of bed, but then quickly turned around and knelt down and kissed Susan. Then she got up and went to her room to get dressed.

Just before leaving, she poked her head in. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Susan smiled. As Elena left and the door closed, Susan reflected on everything that just happened. Her first sexual experience. Not with a man. Not with an adult. But a little girl. A little vampire girl. Was she in love? They had only known each other for two days, but in those two days, she had become so accustomed to Elena that she couldn’t imagine being without her. Susan, the woman who was afraid of everything, in love with a vampire.

*****

It was approaching midnight when Elena opened the door and walked back inside the apartment. She had gone down to the train bridge nearby where she sometimes saw stray dogs. She had found one but it wasn’t a quick kill, and she had gotten pretty messy in the process.

“Elena? Is that you?” she heard Susan’s voice from the bedroom.

“Don’t come out!” Elena warned.

“Why not?” Susan asked.

“Because I’m…”

“What —” Elena heard Susan say just as she stepped out, looked over at Elena and stifled a scream. Shutting her eyes, she quickly turned away.

Elena told her, “Lemme get in the bathroom!”

As Susan went back in her room with her eyes still squeezed tightly shut, Elena quickly ran to the bathroom and pulled off her bloody clothes. Turning on the shower, she washed the dried blood off her arms, face, and hair. After drying herself off, she was about to walk out when she saw the toothbrush on the sink and remembered about brushing her teeth.

Looking at the mirror and opening her mouth, she saw red streaks in between her teeth, “Yea, I guess I better brush them.” After she finished, she stepped out naked, first carrying her clothes to the laundry basket in her room, then going into Susan’s room.

Susan was seated on the side of the bed, dressed in her nightgown. She glanced up as Elena stepped in.

“I’m clean again,” she told Susan, walking towards her in the darkened room.

“Ohmygod! That was the grossest thing I have ever seen,” Susan muttered. “I’ve never seen so much blood. I nearly upchucked my dinner.”

“I’m sorry,” Elena said quietly. “I guess I’m just used to it.”

Elena came over and stood in front of Susan, who was still sitting on the side of the bed. As Susan gazed at the naked young girl before her, she quickly forgot the disgusting mess that Elena was just minutes ago.

Taking hold of Susan’s gown, Elena slowly pulled it up till it caught where Susan was sitting on it.

“Can you stand up?” Elena asked.

As Susan stood, Elena continued pulling the gown off over her head, then dropped it on the floor. Using her hands, Elena gently guided Susan back down on the bed. Then she crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees, straddling Susan. Bending her head down, she laid gentle kisses on top of Susan’s breasts and then her lips, before stretching out on top of her. Susan’s arms came around her as each made love to the other using their hands and lips till they lost all sense of reason and became two rutting animals, grinding their bodies together.

With their gasping moans breaking the silence, they quickly worked themselves up into a frenzy and exploded together. As Susan came, she held Elena’s body tightly together and pushed her vulva hard against Elena’s thigh as she let out a whimpering moan. Then, exhausted from her effort, her arms dropped listlessly onto the bed and she lay still, breathing heavily.

Elena slid off, keeping her arm and leg on top of Susan so she could hold her. Susan opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, then whispered, “That was incredible.”

Turning her head to look at Elena, she asked, “How do you do that to me?” to which Elena smirked shyly.

*****

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

Susan looked over at the clock. 6:30. Groaning, she reached over and turned it off, then lay back. She had stayed up too late last night.

Turning to her side, she saw Elena grinning at her. A smile broke out as Susan turned over, facing her. “Did you just stay up all night watching me?”

Elena nodded happily.

Susan sighed happily as she cupped Elena’s cheek, “As much as I want to stay here with you, I need to go to work.” She leaned over and kissed Elena, holding it. She felt Elena’s arm come around her, than slide down her body till it stopped between her legs. Elena’s hand instinctively pushed inwards and Susan’s legs opened, seemingly with a mind of their own.

Susan giggled then pulled back, “Okay, we need to stop or I’m really going to be late.”

Elena groaned with a pouty look on her face.

“We have tonight,” Susan reminded her, then threw back the sheet and got out of bed.

Elena watched her for a few seconds then followed her to the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Susan asked.

“To take a shower with you.”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t mind,” Elena told her.

“Well, I do. Besides, I need to get think about getting to work, not playing around in the shower.” Seeing the disappointed look on Elena’s face, she reminded her, “I’ll be home soon.”

Elena, somewhat satisfied, nodded and went back to the bedroom.

After her shower, Susan made herself some breakfast and brought it to the bed to eat. When she finished, she suddenly became aware of her window. Even though the curtain was closed, she went to the closet and took a blanket that was folded neatly on the shelf and carried it over to cover the opening.

Turning to Elena, she asked, “Is that good?”

Elena nodded.

As Susan started getting dressed, she noticed Elena fighting to stay awake, but nodding off. Coming over and sitting down on the bed beside Elena, she stroked her hair and whispered, “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

As Elena’s eyes closed and she fell asleep, Susan looked down on her lovingly, and smiled at the sight of her hyperventilating. She quietly stood up and finished getting dressed, then going to the door and turning out the light, she took a last look at Elena before leaving. As she watched her sleeping soundly, with her rapid breathing, she wondered as to this new relationship.

‘Just a few days ago, I was alone in this world. And everyone was human. We only have a few hours together every day. With her being nocturnal, her diet, and hoping there are no crosses nearby when we go out, this relationship will have its peculiarities. Other people have a man or a woman. I have a little girl… who happens to be a vampire. But despite what it is, I’m in love with her. And when I get back, I will wait for the darkness to fall so she will wake and we can be together again.’

THE END

Darkness Falls, Chapter 3

  • Posted on November 16, 2016 at 3:25 pm

By Girl Lover

For several minutes, Susan lay awake in bed, trying to reconcile her thoughts. At first, she told herself that all she was doing was looking, but then realized that she didn’t want to just look at Elena, she also wanted to touch her.

After a long struggle, she finally had to admit that she was sexually attracted to the girl. That was a very hard thing to admit, but there was no denying it. She tried to think of why it was so, but could only come up with that it was because she was so lonely that she had attached herself to the first person who wanted to spend some time with her.

‘She really is beautiful’, she thought to herself. ‘Especially the way her dark hair hangs down over one shoulder. And her skin… it’s so smooth and… well, youthful. Not like mine.’ She looked at her arms. ‘And it’s not like I’m wanting to take advantage of her to make her do something she doesn’t want.’ She sighed. ‘For what it is, this seems to be something we both want.’

Also, there was something else about her. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Not able to figure out what it could be, she turned over and went to sleep.

*****

In the living room, Elena was trying to follow Harvey’s coming of age in Captains Courageous, but she kept thinking back to how Susan had looked at her… and how much she enjoyed it. If only Susan wasn’t hung up on her age. Feeling depressed, she laid down the book and wondered what to do. One thing about being a solitary vampire is that there wasn’t much to do after feeding. All the stores were closed, the bars wouldn’t let her in because she looked too young, and nobody was out because they were all asleep.

She turned on the TV to see what was on. As she was going through the channels, she recognized the show, True Blood. One of the episodes from the first season. It was still a soap opera like every other vampire show, with the vampires being unrealistic in unrealistic situations. Being a vampire wasn’t as exciting as TV shows made them out to be. The truth was that they were no different than people. There was no stereotypical vampire. They were all different, just like people are all different. Some were boring, others exciting; some were good, others evil. Elena considered herself the same as most other vampires. Simply trying to survive. Trying to find food at night and trying not to be discovered during the day, when you were completely vulnerable and could easily be killed.

These shows always glamorized vampires, either as suave and alluring or as powerful and dangerous. Well, the powerful and dangerous part was right, but not as powerful as a lot of the shows made them out to be. As a vampire, you couldn’t come into a house unless invited, you’re frightened by crosses, you’re completely helpless during the daytime…

But what really hurt the most… what TV shows hardly showed… is how it was more difficult to feed if you didn’t want to hurt anyone. And there was also the bloodlust. That uncontrollable urge that sometimes happened if you weren’t careful to stay in control. That was the worst thing for Elena, when she would lose control and the bloodlust would take over. She had been under its spell many times and she always hated it. It was detestable, as well as her biggest fear.

*****

Susan got out of bed and went into the living room. On the couch, Elena was sprawled on her back, completely naked, her head resting on top of her arm and her legs slightly askew as she watched TV. Susan froze in mid-stride, hardly believing the sight before her. She gawked at the pale, nude body. She couldn’t help it. Elena’s body drew her in so that she just kept looking at it. Elena’s buds stood up, her nipples a bright pink color. Her hand casually brushing along the bald slit at the V between her legs. As she stared, Elena slowly turned her head from the TV to face Susan and smiled. Sitting up, she held her arms outward, welcoming her. Everything became a blur as Susan’s legs moved slowly forward on their own, towards the couch. Reaching it, she sat down as Elena slid over to her, gently taking one of her hands and placing it on her breast. Her breathing was quick and shallow as Elena, smiling seductively, slightly raised her mouth and placed it upon Susan’s.

Her eyes remained open as she continued to stare in complete disbelief that this was actually happening. But as she became aware of Elena’s small, smooth body beneath her hands, they began roaming, slightly at first, then all over as her lust grew into a frenzy. She began kissing Elena more aggressively as her hand moved down to grip Elena’s smooth, soft vulva….

 

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

 

Susan awoke in her bed and opened her eyes. She stared at the ceiling as she realized it had been a dream. After reaching over to shut off the alarm, she fell back, looking back at the ceiling as she muttered, “What the hell is wrong with me!”

It had been so real. She just had to see, so getting out of bed, she went to the living room. Elena was lying on the couch, watching TV, and was completely clothed. When she saw Susan looking at her, she smiled.

“Good morning,” Susan said shyly.

“Good morning,” Elena echoed cheerfully. She didn’t seemed to have any bad feelings towards her from last night. “Did you need something?” Elena asked.

“No… no, I was just checking on you.”

Sighing softly to herself, she went to the bathroom to pee and shower. She wondered if she should continue last night’s conversation with Elena, except that she didn’t know how to do it. The dream certainly didn’t help matters. In fact, it made it worse. There was no doubt that she was attracted to Elena sexually. ‘But why?’ Realizing that she was a pedophile scared her. Did this make her a predator, the same as Elena? She didn’t know, and that was probably what frightened her the worst.

After her shower, she got dressed and went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Taking out two biscuit sandwiches, she remembered that Elena couldn’t eat food. Returning one back to the box, she popped the other one into the microwave and set the timer. She went over to her shoulder bag to make sure that her homework papers were there, then went to get her sandwich from the microwave.

Bringing the sandwich and a glass of orange juice to the couch, she sat beside Elena. “Have you been watching TV all night?” she asked.

“Yea, there’s really nothing to do outside because everything’s closed and everyone’s asleep.”

Susan finished her sandwich as Elena began yawning and looking tired. Susan asked, “You need to go to bed now?”

Elena smiled sleepily, “Yea.”

“Is your bed comfortable? Do you need another pillow?”

“No, it’s fine.”

Elena got up as Susan told her, “Have a good night… I mean uh, sleep.” Elena smiled and replied, “Have a good day at school.” Then she went to her room and closed the door.

Susan stood up, grabbed her shoulder bag and went to work.

*****

After school let out, Susan walked into her apartment. After laying down her bag and purse, she gave into her curiosity and peeked into Elena’s room. It was fascinating to watch Elena’s rapid breathing. It made her look like she was possessed or something. Susan quietly pulled the door closed, then went to her room to change into something more comfortable.

Going to the fridge, she wondered what she should have for supper. Looking at the uninteresting things sitting on the shelves, she suddenly had a thought.

“We could go to The Magic Time Machine,” she wondered aloud. She never ate out because she didn’t like going places alone. It was too depressing and only reminded her of how lonely she was.

She closed the fridge. The Magic Time Machine was a theme restaurant south of the river. where the waiters dressed like super-heroes, pirates, and cartoon characters. The arcade was lit by black lights so white clothing glowed in the dark, and there were all sorts of interesting things to look at. She had heard plenty of stories about it from her students and always wanted to go, but didn’t want to go alone. With Elena, she could finally go and…

She suddenly stopped. Damn, she just remembered that Elena wouldn’t be able to eat there. She couldn’t drag Elena there just so Elena could watch her eat. Susan’s brow creased as she thought if there was any other reason for Elena to go. There was the arcade, but she probably wasn’t interested in games. Susan only had a vague idea of some of the things that decorated the place, none of which she was sure that Elena would like. She sighed. As soon as it looked likely that she would be able to go somewhere, suddenly it looks like she would be spending another boring evening at home. Well, at least she wouldn’t be lonely.

She opened the fridge again, sighing a second time disappointedly. Nothing looked good so she closed it, poured herself a glass of wine, then went to her bag to get out her homework papers. Sitting down on the couch, she picked up the first one.

*****

She had just finished her grading when Elena walking in, looking tired and with her hair tousled. Only wearing a t-shirt, she smiled when she saw Susan and came over, falling onto the couch sleepily.

“Hi,” she grinned at Susan.

Susan smiled back, “Hello. You look tired.”

“I just woke up.”

“What do you usually do at night? I mean, when you’re not… um, feeding,” Susan asked.

“Well, for the last few decades, I’ve been trying to hang out with people. Talk to them. Make friends. It’s kinda hard, because at night, most people are either in a bar that I’m not allowed in or at a store and they’re too busy shopping to wanna talk.”

She brushed aside a lock of hair that had fallen across her face. “It’s actually pretty lonely,” she remarked.

“I was wondering earlier if you would like to go to this restaurant called The Magic Time Machine. I’ve heard all kinds of really cool stories about it and I’ve been dying to go.”

“I would love to go,” Elena replied.

Susan beamed happily, “Oh, I’m so glad you do. I know you can’t eat there, so are you okay with me wanting to eat there? Do you want to feed first?” She was getting more comfortable mentioning the word “feeding.”

“No, I’m fine.”

Susan smiled, “Oh good. I… really don’t have any friends myself, except for Stacy. And I don’t see her that much so there’s all these places I want to go to but I don’t have anyone to go with.” Susan stopped then said, “I guess I’m rambling.”

“It’s okay.”

Elena got up and went to her room to get dressed. Susan’s eyes were glued to her tiny butt as she walked away, and when she realized what she was doing, she silently chastised herself.

Susan grabbed her purse and waited as Elena came out, still looking like a commando going out on a night-time raid, or maybe a Goth girl. Yea, she looked like a Goth girl with her black clothes and pale skin. Susan smiled to herself, then opened the door and they left.

*****

Pulling into the parking lot, they both got out and walked inside.

“Wow,” Susan exclaimed. It was impressive. There were all kinds of crazy decorations on the walls and the waiters really were dressed up as different fictional characters. She saw a pirate, Indiana Jones, and Snow White.

“How many in your party?” the hostess asked.

“Two,” Susan replied, then they followed her as she led them to a small booth along the wall. She handed them two menus, and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Water,” they both replied.

“Okay, your waitress will be Snow White and she’ll be here shortly.”

Susan looked at the menu while Elena looked around, watching what other people were doing. Soon their waitress, Snow White came over, “Hi. I’m Snow White and I’ll…” Suddenly, Elena scrambled back in the booth against the wall, glaring angrily at her. Both Snow White’s and Susan’s eyes and mouth dropped open as they watched Elena, trying to push herself back as far as she could from the waitress.

“Elena?! What’s wrong?!” Susan gasped.

“Get that away from me!” she whispered fiercely, her eyes narrowing at Snow White.

Dumbfounded, Susan asked, “What?!” then as she looked at where Elena was looking at the waitress, her eyes focused on Snow White’s necklace, with its cross attached.

“Oh… uh, ma’am… I’m sorry, but she… doesn’t like crosses. Could you put it away, please?”

Her eyes bigger than dinner plates, Snow White looked first at Susan then back at Elena, who continued to glare at her. Then, she reached back, unhooked her necklace and slipped it in to her pocket.

At once, Elena calmed down and slowly lowered herself back into her seat as she released her breath and began breathing again. Still staring at the waitress suspiciously, she slowly slid back towards the center of her seat as both Susan and Snow White watched, unsure of what she might do next. To Susan, this sight beat anything else the restaurant had to offer.

When Snow White finally was able to find her voice, she asked nervously, “A-are you ready to order?”

“Uh… yea,” Susan said, still staring at Elena who seemed absolutely mortified by what just happened and was looking down at her lap. “I’ll have the Chicken Alfredo and a Time Machine Tea.”

Snow White looked apprehensively at Elena, who didn’t even look at her, but continued looking down at her lap silently, her face a pink color as she blushed. When Snow White asked, “Ma’am…?”

Elena simply shook her head faintly.

“She doesn’t want anything,” Susan told the waitress.

Snow White picked up their menus, saying, “I’ll bring it out when it’s ready,” then she left.

Elena looked as if she was going to cry.

Susan asked, “Elena? Are you all right?”

She shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I-I couldn’t help it.”

Laying her head in her hands, she said, “I am sooo embarrassed. I humiliated myself… and you! She’s going to tell everyone that I’m some kind of freak.”

“Elena… please don’t beat yourself up.” Susan tried to make her feel better. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s just that… thing you have with crosses.”

The girl muttered angrily at herself, “It’s hard enough for me to fit in already and then I go and do this!”

For the first time, Susan began to understand that it wasn’t easy for Elena to assimilate into society. “I’m sorry, Elena. Please… try to enjoy the rest of the evening.”

With her head resting in her hands, propped up by her elbows, she stared at the table, grumbling, “Why do those damn crosses do that to me? Why can’t I be normal?”

She looked out at the restaurant, scanning the room till she saw their waitress at a register by the kitchen, talking to another waitress dressed as Cinderella. Elena groaned and looked back at the table.

“Elena…” Susan started then paused, as she tried to think of what to say. “I know you’re embarrassed, but it doesn’t change things to just mope around. We’re here to have fun. And you want to be around people, right? So, let’s just enjoy being here.”

Elena, still staring at the table, sighed and said quietly, “Okay.” She straightened up and half-heartedly smiled.

A few minutes later, Snow White brought Susan’s Chicken Alfredo and tea over and set it on the table, all the while staring nervously at Elena. Elena tried to keep her eyes on Susan, but she kept glancing over at the waitress, just as nervous as she was. After the waitress left and Susan was able to engage Elena in conversation, Elena finally relaxed and began to enjoy being there.

“Susan!” a voice called out.

Susan, her mouth half-full of chicken, looked up at the sound of her name and saw, to her surprise, Stacy coming over, with her husband and kids. “What are you doing here? I never expected to see you here.”

Wiping her mouth with her napkin, Susan stared at Stacy, clearly not expecting to see her either. After recovering from her surprise, she exclaimed, “Stacy!” then looking at her husband, Greg and the kids, five-year-old Michael and ten-year-old Julie, she thought, ‘Oh geez! The whole bunch is here.’

“So, who’s your friend?” Stacy asked, looking at Elena.

Susan looked at Elena and faltered at what to say, “Oh she… uh, she’s my cousin.”

“Your cousin?”

“Yea, my cousin, Elena,” Susan answered more confidently. “She’s staying with me for a few days.”

“Dad, can we go play some games?” Michael asked.

“Sure.” He handed some quarters to Michael and Julie.

“Do you want to play Hot Rod with us?” Julie asked Elena suddenly.

Elena, caught off guard, looked at Susan for a second then back at Julie and said, “Yea!” She started to slide out of her seat and then remembered she didn’t have any quarters. Looking back at Susan, she asked embarrassed, “Uh Susan, do you have a quarter I could borrow?”

“Uh, sure. Lemme look.”

Susan grabbed her purse and began fishing through it. Finding a few, she poured them into Elena’s hand and then Elena followed Michael and Julie to the arcade. As Susan watched them go, she felt a twinge of nervousness, hoping nothing would go wrong.

Stacy asked, “So, what’s with all the black? And why is she so pale? Doesn’t she get any sun?”

As Susan tried to think of how to answer that, Stacy added, “I mean, she looks like a vampire.”

“Yeeaah…” Susan whispered uncomfortably to herself.

*****

“So, did you enjoy yourself?” Susan asked Elena.

“Yea, I love Michael and Julie. They’re so much fun.”

They were in the car, driving back to the apartment. “I’m so glad you liked it. So did I. I never got to tell you… Stacy is my best friend. And till I met you, she was my only friend.”

Elena looked at her, “Did you tell her about me?”

She looked back at Elena, “No. She wouldn’t believe me.”

Pulling up to the apartment, they went inside. Susan looked at the clock, which read 10:03. “Ooh, it’s getting late.” She went over to the couch and collapsed on it.

Elena followed, sitting next to her sideways so she was facing Susan. Susan turned to look at Elena who was smiling at her. “What?”

The girl shrugged her shoulders, “I was just thinking how much fun I had.” Her furrow creased into a scowl, “Well, that is, until Snow White.”

“Yea,” Susan’s eyes raised, “That kinda scared me when you freaked out like that.”

“Sorry,” Elena smiled sheepishly. “Her cross scared me.”

“I had fun too,” Susan said.

Looking into Elena’s eyes, Susan couldn’t think of anything more to say and for several seconds, they just sat there, each subconsciously looking at the other’s body, Elena gazing at Susan’s ample breasts while Susan gazed at the less than ample bumps poking out of Elena’s t-shirt.

Susan became aware of what she was doing and glanced up to see Elena looking right at her. Knowing she had been caught yet again ogling her, she felt her face grow hot as she blushed and quickly stood up, saying, “I, uh, I need to go to bed now. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Embarrassed, she quickly strode off to her room with Elena watching as she left.

Alone in the living room, Elena was hungry, but for the first time, she wasn’t thinking about feeding. She had watched Susan staring at her. She seemed to be as attracted to Elena as Elena was to her. After thinking about what she wanted and what Susan seemed to want, Elena stood up and went to her room. She quickly got undressed and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Continue on to Chapter 4

Darkness Falls, Chapter 2

  • Posted on November 10, 2016 at 3:06 pm

By Girl Lover

A mother and father were sleeping soundly in their room. Down the hall, a very young girl, perhaps five years old, was also asleep, unaware of the window sliding up silently. A small black shape crawled noiselessly through the open window and along the floor, towards the bed. Susan’s breathing quickened. She watched in horror as the black shape rose up above the little girl, its eyes a dark red, fangs glistening in the dim light. Susan tried to call out, to wake the little girl and warn her, but no sound came out. Her cries were as silent as the malevolent shape that knelt over the girl as it plunged its fangs into her neck. As blood sprayed out and ran down the sleeping girl’s neck in rivulets, Susan could only watch as the dark shape glanced up and looked at her, snarling. Leaping over the girl and onto Susan, it knocked her to the floor. Unable to move, Susan cried out as she clearly saw Elena’s enraged face, just before she opened her mouth wide and plunged her fangs into Susan’s own neck. Susan screamed…

…as she jerked up in bed. Her eyes opened wide as her breaths came in gasps, she looked around wildly, but there was nothing there. It was just her room. Still breathing hard, she stared at her door. Quickly snatching the cross on the nightstand, she got out of bed. Trying not to make a sound, she slowly and quietly walked to the door and opened it, then stepped out into the hall, tip-toeing slowly towards the living room so she could peek around the corner at the couch.

Reading a book, Elena looked up at her in surprise, then seeing the scared look on Susan’s, her face became concerned as she laid down the book. “Susan… what’s wrong?”

Susan didn’t answer, but instead stared at Elena in fear. The dream had scared her so much, reminding her as to what Elena was. She backed away.

Rising up in concern, Elena asked, “Susan…?”

Susan kept backing away. The concern on Elena’s face slowly replaced with sadness as she recognized the fear in Susan’s eyes. The same fear she had seen many times before on others who only saw her as a murderous monster. She looked down, saying quietly, “I’m sorry… I never wanted to frighten you.” Turning, she went to the door, opened it and left, closing the door behind her.

Staring at the closed door, half scared and half relieved, Susan quickly went over and locked it, then feeling faint, she went over to the couch and fell onto it. Leaning her head back, she tried to calm down. Spying the book that Elena had been reading, she picked it up and looked at it. Strictly No Elephants. It was a book that she had in her classroom and though it was aimed at elementary age children, she loved it. It was about a boy’s pet elephant that wasn’t allowed in a club simply because it was different from all the other pets. The story was about accepting everyone, no matter how different they are.

‘This is not the same. The elephant isn’t some dangerous predator that kills people’, she told her guilty conscience.

‘She tries not to harm anyone’, her conscience told her.

‘She doesn’t have to drink blood. Why can’t she be normal like the rest of us?!’ Susan retorted.

‘Why can’t Matthew be normal like the rest of us. You remember Matthew… the boy in your class who is mentally disabled because of fetal alcohol syndrome?’

‘It’s not his fault he was born that way.’

‘It’s not her fault she was made that way.’

‘But she’s dangerous. What is she going to do when she gets hungry?!’ she argued.

‘She told you that she seeks out animals instead of people.’

‘She also told me that when she can’t find an animal, she goes after people. I know I told her she could stay, but… she can’t. What if she was just pretending so that she could…’

‘Like transgender people are just pretending when they want to use the appropriate restroom.’

‘God, I hate my conscience!’

She couldn’t think of anything to say. Her reasons, though seemingly rational, were just as prejudiced as the club in Strictly No Elephants. Elena had put her faith in Susan just as much as Susan had in Elena. She had always thought that she could accept anyone who was good.

Was Elena good… or dangerous? She heard Elena’s voice in her head, ‘I want to be able to talk to and interact with people like I used to before I was turned… I want to have a friend.’

Susan bit her lower lip, as again, Elena’s voice spoke to her, ‘Why would you trust someone like me?’

She mouthed the answer that she had given Elena, ‘Because of everything you’ve told me.’

She got up and ran to her bedroom. Looking at the cross in her hand, she quickly put it on the shelf in the back of her closet. Quickly pulling off her nightgown, she threw on her clothes and grabbed her keys as she ran out the door. Looking quickly all around, she couldn’t see anyone, so she began the long trek towards the warehouse. She didn’t know if Elena would be there but she didn’t know where else to look.

She walked quickly, the attack still fresh in her mind. More wary of her surroundings, she constantly looked around for any sign of danger as well as for Elena. Fifteen minutes later, she was walking through the door and inside the warehouse.

“Elena!” Her call echoed like an explosion in the stillness. She listened and looked all around, but couldn’t see anything.

“Elena, are you here?” Still nothing.

Turning slowly in a circle, not knowing where to face, she continued, “I’m sorry. I… had a bad dream and it scared me. This is all new to me. I mean… I don’t know you and you’re not supposed to be real anyways. All I know is what everyone says about vampires.”

She walked towards the darkness of the office that she was in, but halfway there, her fear of the darkness within immobilized her.

“I’m sorry!” she called out to the emptiness, “I didn’t mean to… please answer me!” Her hopes sank as she whispered, “You probably hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” a small voice came from behind her.

Susan shrieked. Quickly turning, she saw Elena right behind her. “Elena… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… say that you’re… I had a really awful dream and I was scared.”

“I know,” Elena said quietly. “I don’t want you to be scared of me. That’s why I left.”

Elena looked into Susan’s eyes, “I would never hurt you. I’m trusting you with my life during the daytime so please trust me with yours.”

“I get scared really easily,” Susan explained. “My friend Stacy is always teasing me about it.”

“You don’t need to be.”

Susan nodded. Looking around at the emptiness, she asked, “Where were you when I was calling?”

“Up there,” Elena pointed up at the steel support beam that ran along the ceiling some forty feet above them.

Susan’s eyes widened. “How did you get up there?!”

“Like this.” Elena jumped up onto a nearby steel support column that ran from the floor to the ceiling, and began quickly climbing up it by pulling herself up with her hands. In a matter of seconds, she’d crawled out onto the narrow ledge that ran the length of the ceiling.

If Susan hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she never would have believed it. Elena was almost out of sight unless you were looking directly at her. Then to Susan’s horror, she dropped off the ledge and plummeted to the ground. Susan’s hands flew up to her mouth in horror, but Elena landing unharmed on her feet.

Once she recovered from her shock, Susan said, “Okay, I really need to go to bed. Elena, will you come back with me?”

“Yes.”

They walked back, Susan much more comfortable with having Elena by her side in the dark. And when Susan finally went to bed, no dreams haunted her.

*****

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

Susan’s eyes slowly opened. She looked at the clock. 6:30.

“Uugh…” she groaned, reaching over to turn off the alarm before resting her hand on her forehead. She laid there for a minute, exhausted. ‘What kept me up so late?’ she wondered. Elena!

Susan’s eyes flew open and she quickly got out of bed. Going to the closet and getting her bathrobe, she wrapped it around herself before opening the door and stepping out into the hall. Upon walking into the living room, she saw Elena reading a book.

Elena looked at her and smiled as she walked in. “Hi. Did you sleep well?”

Susan smiled, “Yes…no more bad dreams. How was your night?”

“Good. I’ve never been able to watch TV that much. But now, after looking through all the channels, there really isn’t anything good on it.”

“There’s a few channels that I like,” Susan said, “MeTV and COZI because they have really old TV shows from the sixties, seventies, and eighties.”

Susan wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a frozen sausage and egg biscuit sandwich. Looking across the counter, she asked, “Can I make you anything?”

“No, thanks.”

Susan put the sandwich in the microwave, set the timer, and while it was defrosting, poured herself some orange juice. “Is blood all you can eat?” she asked.

“Yea, food makes me throw up,” Elena replied. “It’s why vampires are so hated, though we really don’t have a choice.”

Susan went over to check the shoulder bag that she carried her school work in and put the homework papers that she had meant to grade inside it. The microwave beeped, telling her the sandwich was ready. She went over and pulled it out, then brought it and her orange juice over to the couch and sat down beside Elena.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

The Prince and the Pauper.”

“What do you think of it?”

“It’s kinda what we’re doing,” Elena said. “Learning about each other’s life, except we’re doing it together.”

“I never thought about it that way, but I guess we are learning about each other. I’m sure learning about vampires anyways.”

Elena yawned, “Now I need to go to bed.”

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, placing the book back in its spot, then walking back to Susan. “I’ll be asleep till sunset. But don’t worry about having to be quiet. I’m a deep sleeper. It’s part of the package. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Goodnight… I mean uh… good day, I guess,” Susan snickered.

Elena smiled and went into her room, closing the door behind her. Susan finished her breakfast, thinking about the little vampire girl sleeping in the spare bedroom. When she finished, she took a shower, got dressed, and left for work.

As she headed out of the parking lot, she drove in the direction of the street where she was attacked. She saw several police cars up ahead and an area marked off by yellow police tape and white sheets covering two bodies on the ground. As she slowly drove past, the sight became surreal as the memory of what had happened returned. It really did happen. Those men really did attack her. And now, they were dead. She didn’t know how to feel. Elena had brutally murdered them. But at the same time, she had saved her life by doing so.

*****

That afternoon after school had let out, Susan walked through the door of her apartment at about 4:30, dropping her shoulder bag on the table by the door. She was exhausted. She’d had only about five and a half hours of sleep last night and had to work through lunch grading the papers she hadn’t been able to get to. Curious to see if Elena was still asleep, she walked over to her room and slowly opened the door. The room was pitch black, faintly illuminated only by the light coming through the door. She could see Elena, her eyes closed and breathing really fast, several times faster than normal. It was like she was hyperventilating. It seemed so strange for a person to sleep like that, but then again, she wasn’t really human anyways.

Closing the door again, Susan went over to the couch and dropped onto it. She was so tired. She closed her eyes, thinking how good she was going to sleep tonight. After a while, she opened her eyes and something in her peripheral vision caught her attention. Turning to see, she jumped in surprise. Elena was sitting at the end of the couch, her legs pulled up, watching her.

“Elena?! What are you doing here?! It’s still daylight!”

“No, it’s not,” Elena replied. “It’s been dark for almost half an hour.”

Susan’s eyes grew big as she looked at the clock. Sure enough, it was just past seven o’clock. Stretching her arms, she asked, “Have you been watching me all this time?”

Elena smiled and nodded. Noticing her clothes, Susan remembered, “Oh yea…We need to get you some new clothes… and a toothbrush.”

Standing up, she went to her purse, then remembered something very important. Turning to Elena with a concerned expression, she asked, “Do you uh… need to eat first?”

“I’m not hungry right now. I’ll feed later.”

“Okay…” Susan quietly mumbled to herself, her eyes shifting nervously.

Standing, Elena assured her, “Please don’t worry.”

Susan gave a slight smile, “Okay.” Grabbing her purse, she asked, “Are you ready to go?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

They went to Susan’s car and drove to Highland Mall. Walking inside the JC Penny’s store, they went down the escalator and turned to the right where the children’s department was. When they got to the girls’ clothing section, Susan stopped and told her, “Go pick some clothes that you like.”

To Susan’s surprise, Elena left the girls’ section that they were in and instead went to the boys’ section. Susan followed curiously. Going to where the jeans were, Elena went past the blue and grey jeans stuffed in the bins to the black jeans along the back wall. As she began holding the black jeans to her waist to see how they fit, Susan finally had to ask, “Why are you looking here instead of in the girls’ clothes.”

“Girl clothes are easily torn. That’s why I don’t wear dresses, just jeans, because they’re more durable. I’m not looking for fashionable, but practical.”

Not understanding, Susan asked, “Why would a dress get torn up?”

“When I’m hunting. If I’m trying to bring down something big, like a deer, they sometimes struggle a lot and a dress would get torn up. And I need it to be black so I can’t be seen in the dark and also because it hides any blood that gets on me.”

“Okay, I don’t want to hear any more!” Susan quickly interrupted as she began to feel nauseous.

Elena grabbed three pairs of black jeans and carried them to where the shirts were. Like the jeans, she only looked at dark-colored T-shirts and picked out several. “Is this too many?” she asked.

“No. Is there anything else…” Susan looked at Elena’s shoes. “How about some panties and some shoes?”

Elena looked at her dirty, ragged shoes. “I guess I could use some new ones.” She went and picked out a package of plain white cotton panties, then they went to the shoe department and, as with her clothes, chose black tennis shoes as well as some black socks.

Susan told her, “These aren’t exactly flattering. You don’t look pretty.”

“I’m not trying to look pretty,” Elena explained. “They’re more like… work clothes.”

They took everything to a register and laid it down on the counter. The cashier gave them a funny look, seeing how everything was black.

“It’s for Halloween,” Susan tried to explain.

After Susan had paid for everything and they were walking away, Elena smiled up at her, “Imagine if you had told her the real reason.”

“I would have been too mortified to. I’m still trying to accept it myself.”

As they were walking back towards the escalator, Elena looked at her, “Thank you for getting these for me Susan. Everything you’ve done… it means the world to me. No one has ever…”

Suddenly Elena drew in a sharp breath and stopped, an intense look on her face and then she began walking away from the escalator that they were heading towards, while looking at it apprehensively and frowning. Walking up to her, Susan asked, “Where are you going?”

“Towards the escalator, but I can’t go past that jewelry counter.”

“Why not?” Susan asked.

“Some of those necklaces have crosses on them.”

Susan looked at the jewelry counter, still several feet away. Elena kept a wide distance from the jewelry until they got onto the escalator. Elena glared down at the displays of necklaces below as they rode up. Susan asked, “You sure don’t like crosses. Why can’t you go near them?”

“I just can’t. This feeling of dread comes over me.”

“They make you afraid?” Susan asked.

“It’s a mix of hate and fear,” Elena said quietly. “It’s kinda hard to explain why. I can’t stand even being close to one. It gives me this harsh feeling, you know, kinda like the feeling you get when someone runs their fingernails across a chalkboard. Like that, only a lot stronger. If it touches me, it will burn really bad.”

“Wow. No wonder people think vampires are evil,” Susan muttered under her breath, then to Elena, “I’m not saying you are. It’s just that it makes you seem like… I don’t know, like the anti-Christ.”

“I know. That and our diet certainly hasn’t helped our reputation,” Elena explained, then she smiled up at Susan, “It’s why I’m so grateful to you for seeing me for who I am instead of what I am.”

Susan sighed, “So, us going to church together this Sunday evening is pretty much out of the question?”

Elena smiled remorsefully, saying quietly, “Sorry.”

Susan remembered that she needed to get a new phone since she lost hers during the attack last night. So, they went to the T-Mobile store and she picked one out. As they headed out of the store, Elena asked, “Were you wanting me to spend the night again?”

Susan looked at her, “I would like you to. I only have one friend whom I don’t see that much. It’s nice having someone to talk to and be with.”

Elena agreed, “My sentiments too.”

After they left the mall, Susan stopped by the HEB grocery store to get a toothbrush for Elena and a few groceries for herself, then they went back to the apartment.

After getting back, Elena went to her room to put her new clothes away in the chest of drawers near the closet. After her shirts and pants were put up, leaving out one pair of jeans and a shirt, she pulled off her old jeans, shirt, and panties, and threw them on the floor. Opening the package of panties, she happily looked at how clean and white they were. Her old ones, though she washed them regularly at the laundromat, were kind of dingy from being stained with blood.

Susan, passing by on her way to the bathroom, caught sight of Elena standing naked. Without meaning to or even realizing it, she stopped and stared, mesmerized by the sight of this naked young girl standing not ten feet from her. There was something about Elena’s pale supple skin, the smoothness of her slender bottom, the slight bulge of her small breasts. She couldn’t quite see the nipple…

Suddenly Elena turned around and saw Susan staring at her. Upon being caught, Susan furiously blushed and quickly went into the bathroom and closed the door. She sat on the toilet to pee and think about what just happened.

Why was she staring at Elena like that? Not just staring, but leering. She wasn’t gay, and certainly wasn’t attracted to kids. So what was it then? She remembered Elena’s pale smooth body. Her cute little bottom… ‘STOP IT!’ she told herself, “Why am I doing this?!’

Susan stood, flushed the toilet, and walked out into the hallway, wondering if she should apologize to Elena for staring. As she passed by her room, Elena had just pulled her shirt over her head and was turning around. Covered completely in black, she looked part of a nighttime commando unit.

Elena told her. “I need to go out…”

“Ooh,” Susan whispered, then said, “You mean you need to…?”

Elena nodded. Suddenly, the thought of this little girl killing some poor animal erased all thoughts of lust from her mind. “Please try to find an animal.”

“I will,” Elena assured her as she walked out of her room.

“And try not to hurt it.”

“Okay.” Elena turned and smiled meekly at Susan’s concerned look as she open the door.

“Oh wait!” Susan suddenly called out. She went to the kitchen and opened a drawer, pulling out a key. “Here. In case it’s really late and I’m asleep when you get back.”

Elena smiled, “Thank you,” then opened the door and left.

As she walked across the parking lot, Elena smiled to herself at Susan’s concerns for animals. She knew how kindhearted Susan was, only wanting the best. Elena too was once as kind and gentle as Susan, back when she was human. But that was centuries ago. She had quickly learned that if you want to feed, then you must be ruthless, hunting and killing your prey as quickly as possible. If that meant breaking its leg so it couldn’t run, then so be it. If you didn’t put aside your concern for its well-being, you didn’t feed.

She quickly jogged to the field that was nearby, then beyond it into the woods. Moving silently, she scanned the darkness for movement or sounds. She had better night vision than humans, so the woods weren’t nearly so dark. Not seeing anything, she continued slowly forward.

After a few minutes, she suddenly leapt up onto one of the tree trunks, quickly pulled herself up about a dozen feet off the ground, and waited. Several seconds later, she looked down and watched as a hare scampered along below, then paused to nibble at something.

Elena let go of the trunk, dropping down on top of the hare and snatching before it knew what happened. It squeaked furiously, but Elena went to work, quickly pulling off its head and flinging it aside, then holding it over her mouth and squeezing the limp, furry body so that a few trickles of blood poured into her mouth. Half a minute later, she gave it one last squeeze to make sure she got it all, then dropped it and continued on. Unfortunately, a single hare didn’t have enough blood to quench her thirst. She needed another.

A few minutes later, she heard a slight noise, but it wasn’t an animal. Much too vocal. It was a person. She quietly headed towards the sound, not because it was a meal, but because she recognized it and wanted to watch. Soon, she came upon a young man and woman intertwined together. The man was laying on top of the woman, their hands groping each other as they frantically kissed.

She remembered Susan looking at her when she was changing clothes. Although Susan had been embarrassed by it, Elena liked it. There was something about Susan that she was attracted to. Her kindness, concern for others, her quiet demeanor and above all, her acceptance. That alone attracted Elena. As she continued to watch the young couple, she thought of Susan staring at her and liked it.

As silently as she’d crept in, Elena backed away, leaving the couple to their fervor. Shortly afterward, she managed to find another hare and with her thirst satisfied, headed back to the apartment.

*****

It was almost nine when Elena unlocked the door with her key. Susan looked up from eating her dinner on the couch to see Elena walking in, several spots of dried blood around her mouth and on her neck. Upon seeing the concerned look on Susan’s face, Elena quickly told her, “Two hares. And they didn’t suffer.”

Susan smiled faintly, “I suppose it’s better than people. I know you need to eat… and when I think about it, my food is no different than yours except that it’s been processed so I don’t realized it was once a living, breathing creature.”

Walking to her, Elena asked, “Is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Of course. You don’t need to ask me that,” Susan smirked. “Do your clothes need washing?”

Looking at her shirt, Elena told her, “It’s only a few drops of blood.”

“Then it needs washing. Let me find a basket for you to put it in.”

Susan got off the couch and went to her room to see if she had an extra basket in her closet. After digging through her stuff, she finally found one. She was carrying it into Elena’s room just as Elena was pulling her shirt off over her head. Susan’s eyes automatically drifted down to Elena’s tiny breasts, which, because Elena perpetually had the body of an eleven-year-old, were just buds.

As soon as the shirt came off, Elena saw Susan gazing at her. She slowly lowered her arms, holding on to her shirt in one hand, not wanting to alarm Susan into leaving, then… she just stood there, letting Susan admire her.

After several seconds, Susan came to with a jerk. Aware of how she had been openly gawking at this child, she quietly mumbled, “I’m sorry,” dropped the basket on the bed, and quickly left the room.

Elena followed her to the doorway, but Susan seemed unwilling to talk. With her mind on this, Elena finished getting undressed, grabbed her towel, and went into the bathroom for her shower.

After her shower, she put on a clean pair of panties and shirt, then went into the living room to see what Susan was doing. She was sitting on the far end of the sofa, grading papers. Elena perched on the opposite end, her wet black hair hanging over her shoulder and her legs drawn up, facing her. Susan seemed to be really tense.

Wondering how she could put Susan’s mind at ease, she asked, “Whatcha doing?” Elena knew perfectly well what she was doing, but was simply trying to engage her.

“Oh, I’m just grading papers,” Susan hastily said without even looking up.

“Do you need any help?”

“No,” Susan quietly replied.

Biting her lip for a few seconds, Elena said, “Susan… I didn’t mind you looking at me.”

Lowering the paper in her hand but keeping her eyes staring straight ahead at nothing, Susan murmured, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why not?”

“Because… it was wrong.”

“What was wrong about it?” Elena asked.

“Because you’re a child,” Susan, angry at herself, raised her voice more than she intended. “And I shouldn’t be looking at you like that.”

“I’m not a child,” Elena retorted. “I’m older than the Renaissance!”

Susan shot a hurt look over at Elena, then slowly looked back at the paper in her hand.

Susan was visibly upset and Elena didn’t want to push things further than they already were, so she sat quietly for a few minutes. Not knowing what else to do, she went over to the book shelf to find something to read.

After browsing several of the books, one caught her eye. A Tale of Two Cities. She took it off the shelf, looking at it. She had never read it, but knew what it was about. Personally knew. She had lived through it when she lived in Paris briefly during the late eighteenth century after leaving the Balkans. With the chaos going on throughout the city, she had a seemingly endless supply of food, as well as a fitting home below the streets in the catacombs surrounded by the remains of millions of Paris’s former inhabitants.

That was a bad time for her… when she had given in to the bloodlust and was completely feral. Being surrounded by death, both in the streets above and in the necropolis below, fueled her bloodlust so that she no longer looked for animals, just people. And it didn’t matter who they were. They were all food for her.

The bloodlust controlled her like a drug, until one night it pushed her too far. She had been walking along an alleyway, looking for someone alone when she came upon a homeless family out on the street, clustered around a fire for warmth as they shared a few small potatoes for supper. She silently crept up closer and from the alleyway, saw a small boy, perhaps five years old standing among them. She got his attention and motioned him to come, holding out a piece of bread to entice him.

Hungry, but cautious, he came over and when he was within reach, she grabbed his arm, quickly pulling him in and before he could let out a cry, she had ripped his throat open. Picking up his body and holding it aloft so that his blood poured into her mouth, she didn’t just drink it, she guzzled it and let it rain down upon her.

Hearing his mother calling his name, she dropped the corpse and ran deeper into the alleyway. Stopping to peer back, she watched as the mother happened upon him and screamed. The father came running and fell upon his knees at the sight of his son’s lifeless body. As Elena watched the boy’s parents crying hysterically, for the first time, she saw what she had become, a monster. In every sense of the word. Looking down at her bloody hands, she regretted what she had done and what she had become.

Several hours later, she was deep in the hold of a ship headed for a country that wasn’t relatively new, but was to her. She had to get away from the place that Paris had become. She needed to get away from death and this life as a predator hunting humans for food. In this new country that she was headed to, America, she would start over and try to forget.

Elena put the book back and kept browsing until she saw Captains Courageous. Bringing it over to the couch, she opened it to the first page as Susan continued staring at her papers.

*****

Susan had been staring at the homework in her hand for too long. She had told Elena that she was grading papers, but what she was really doing was replaying seeing the girl’s naked body in her mind as she wondered about this sudden fascination with her. ‘Am I a pervert?’, she asked herself worriedly. ‘Though she is older than the Renaissance, as she says, her body is still a child’s. This is the second time that I’ve done this! Why do I like looking at her?’

No matter how much she pondered, she couldn’t figure it out. She knew she would never try to touch her inappropriately, but she shouldn’t be having these thoughts to begin with anyway. She was a sixth-grade teacher, for crying out loud… with a class full of kids!

After about an hour, Susan grew tired. She and Elena had not spoken to each other since their little argument and Susan didn’t want to go to bed with hurt feelings between them.

“Elena… I didn’t mean to be upset with you earlier. It’s just that I should not have been looking at you that way. I don’t know why I did it, and I’m sorry.”

Elena set her book down and turned to her. “You didn’t do anything to be sorry for. I wanted you to look at me… I liked it.”

Quietly mulling this over, Susan told her quietly, “I still should not have been looking at you like that. You’re my guest and I should be treating you like one.” Susan stood up, “It may not bother you, but it bothers me.”

“But…” Elena began.

“Please,” Susan pleaded, “I don’t want to talk about it any more and I need to go to bed.”

“Okay,” Elena whispered disappointedly.

Susan walked slowly down the hall to her room.

“Good night,” Elena called out reassuringly.

Susan turned and smiled weakly, “Good night,” then continued to her room with Elena’s eyes following her.

Continue on to Chapter 3

Darkness Falls

  • Posted on November 4, 2016 at 3:43 pm

By Girl Lover

Susan’s eyes fluttered in the darkness. She was lying on a floor somewhere and her head was killing her. She brought her hand up and winced in pain as she felt the bruise on her forehead. Her breaths coming deep and slow, she tried to get up, rolling onto her side and pushing up with her arm, but it was too much and she slipped back down with a choked cry. The pain was too much.

Opening her eyes and looking about, all she saw was darkness with a faint light that seemed to come through a doorway. Closing her eyes again, she tried to remember what had happened.

*****

“Just one more ride!” Stacy begged.

“So do I,” Stacy reminded her.“I have to be up at six-thirty tomorrow,” Susan protested.

“Yea, but you already finished grading your papers. I haven’t.”

“Aaagghh! Okay… I’ll see you tomorrow,” Stacy conceded.

Susan Swann and Stacy had known each other since they first met at the University of Texas, where they were both majoring in Applied Learning and Development. Four years later, they graduated and were both hired on at Webb Middle School. Stacy taught writing and Susan taught sixth-grade science.

Twelve years later, they were always together. Stacy had gotten married soon after graduating, but Susan had never managed to find someone wonderful like Stacy had. Compared to Stacy, she was plain and a little chubby. Her shyness and being an introvert kept her from going out and was always a hindrance to being able to make friends. No one wanted to hang out with her outside of school, except Stacy, her only friend. When Megan, another sixth grade teacher, had gotten engaged, she had gone around to all the other teachers showing off her engagement ring, but never to Susan. Susan knew that Megan didn’t have any ill-feelings towards her, but it was simply that she, along with everyone else, simply forgot that she was there. It was like she was invisible.

That was why she valued Stacy’s friendship so much, because Stacy was the only one that actually cared and wanted to spend time with her. She jumped at every chance to hang out with Stacy, but Stacy’s husband and kids often came first, so Susan spent many nights alone, enviously watching other couples who had someone.

Now at thirty-five, it seemed that no one would ever be attracted to Susan and that she was destined to be alone the rest of her life. This was all too clear because she had never actually “been” with anyone. She had had a boyfriend in high school, but it didn’t last long. Neither of them had really been attracted to the other and although they had made out a few times, that’s as far as it went. So, a thirty-five-year-old virgin with no boyfriend, no friends (except Stacy), and no life.

It was no wonder that when Stacy had invited her to the carnival, she jumped at the chance. She valued every second that she had with Stacy because she was her only company. But as the night grew later, she knew that she had to get back home. Although she wanted to stay, she had papers to grade and that always took too long.

“Do you need a ride home?” Stacy asked.

Susan looked in the direction of her apartment and replied, “No, I’ll be okay.”

“You sure? You know how scared you get.”

Susan smiled in agreement, “I’m sure. It’s just five minutes. Besides, I need the exercise.”

Hugging Stacy goodbye and waving to her husband Greg, Susan turned and walked along the dark, empty streets, the warm night air feeling good on her skin. Normally, she never went out at night. Being very timid, she was scared of everything. But, it was so nice out here. She looked up at the full moon through the bare tree branches and marveled at its beauty. It was so bright and she was able to see the grey and white areas on it. She used to know which one of the grey areas was the Sea of Tranquility and…

“Wha’re you doin’ out here all alone?” a voice slurred. Susan turned suddenly towards the voice. A haggard, disheveled man was leaning against the wall in front of her. Flinching, she stepped away to go around, when he also stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Suddenly coming to a stop, she turned around to go back and was startled to see a second man directly in front of her.

“My friend asked you a question.”

Susan tried to run, but he grabbed her arms. “Hey Earl, it looks like we got a wild one here.”

Susan pulled out her phone and opened her mouth to call for help, but a hand clamped over her mouth from behind. They started pulling her when Earl cried out in pain, “OWW…FUCK!! SHE BIT MY HAND!” He smashed his fist against her head, causing her to drop her phone. “YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH!!”

Reeling from the blow, she felt herself being thrown towards the wall. Smacking her head against it, she collapsed on the ground. As she tried to get up, she felt a blow to her stomach and suddenly couldn’t breathe. Dazed and gasping for breath, she felt herself being dragged along the ground. Her vision a blur, she tried to get up.

“Stop moving, bitch!” as she was shoved back down, smacking her head on the concrete. Blinded for a few seconds, the blurriness in her eyes cleared and she saw the wild-eyed man leering down at her maliciously. The other man beside him held her arms down with one hand while covering her mouth with his other hand.

“Now if you’ll cooperate, you may live to see tomorrow,” the man on top of her sneered. Holding up a knife in front of her face, her eyes grew wide with terror.

“Ohhh yesss…I’m going to enjoy you,” he promised her. He proceeded to tear her dress open, then slipped the knife under her bra, cutting it open. Roughly grasping her breast, he grinned at the other man.

Staring at the knife in his hand, Susan froze in fear. Trembling, tears ran down her face as she wondered if she would survive this. Then… something caught Susan’s eye, a movement in the darkness. Just behind the man. A small, black form creeping silently towards him, on all fours like an animal, then it disappeared from view behind him.

Seconds later, a face sprang up behind the man’s shoulder and sank its teeth into the side of his neck. He began screaming as his throat was ripped open, spraying blood across Susan. The other man gaped in fear than quickly staggered up onto his feet and began running. The creature raised up, blood dripping from its mouth as it snarled at him, then dropping the lifeless body it was holding, it swiftly bounded after the fleeing man on all fours before springing onto his back and tearing open his neck. The man fell down, screaming hysterically for a few seconds and struggling wildly, then was silent.

In shock, Susan watched as it kneeled down, its face buried in the man’s fallen body. Though in a lot of pain, Susan tried to get up, but couldn’t focus through the haze in her eyes. Turning to look at the creature, she watched in horror as it stood up and began walking back toward her. Panicking, Susan tried get up… and then everything slowly faded to black as she lost consciousness.

*****

Susan awoke. Gasping as she remembered the two men and the creature, she reared up, desperate to flee. But suddenly feeling dizzy, she fell back, panting for breath. Looking around wildly, she saw that there was only darkness. After several seconds, there was a faint light off to one side, illuminating a room that she was in. She was lying on the floor in a small carpeted, empty room.

She slowly raised up, her head still hurting. Grasping her forehead, she winced at the pain and looked around. Her dizziness seemed to be gone. Carefully getting up, she stumbled to the open doorway and looked out to behold a large empty warehouse before her; not just empty, but long abandoned. Where she had been lying was once an office.

At a loss as to where she was, she slowly walked out into the cavernous warehouse. It was huge, bigger than a football field and completely empty. She looked all around and could only see one door that seemed to lead out.

Complete silence. At one time, this place was full of life with people and things moving, now it was dead and still. No sounds. No movement…

Something moved behind one of the steel columns in the middle of the floor. Susan stared at it in fright, wondering what it was. Then the small, pale face of a little girl peered at her from behind it. A little girl?! In a place like this in the middle of the night?!

She walked towards the girl, calling out, “Hello. What are you doing here?”

Half hidden in the darkness, the girl didn’t answer. Susan slowly came around the column trying not to scare her. “What’s your name?” she quietly asked.

Still no answer. The girl, who appeared to be no older than the sixth-graders that Susan taught, continued to stare curiously at her as Susan came around the column. She was dressed in a dirty, torn blue t-shirt and jeans, with shoulder-length dark hair. She looked homeless.

No longer afraid by her surroundings, Susan’s attention was completely on this girl. “What’s your name?” Susan repeated.

“Elena.”

“I’m Susan. What are you doing here?”

“Watching you,” the girl replied.

Susan slowly asked her, “Do you know how I got here?”

“I brought you here.”

Stunned by this, Susan looked at her silently. “How… why did you bring me here?”

“You were hurt.”

Susan felt goose bumps on her skin as she remembered what happened. Her mouth dry, she slowly asked, “Were… were you there?!”

Elena didn’t say anything.

“What were you doing there?”

The girl answered in a low voice, “I was feeding.”

“You were… what?” Then in Susan’s memory, she remembered the face that appeared over the man’s shoulder, biting his neck and spraying blood out. The face looked… like a girl. The girl that now stood before her. She blinked a few times.

She gasped, “That… that was you?! What the hell were you doing?!”

Elena said quietly, “I was hungry and needed to eat.”

“You were hungry?!” Susan choked, “What the hell are you?!”

“I’m a vampire.”

“A what?!” Susan asked, not believing what she just heard.

“A vampire,” the girl replied calmly.

Susan asked, “You’re not serious?!”

Elena nodded.

“You mean fangs and drinking blood?”

Elena nodded again.

“Elena, I’m not in the mood for jokes. Vampires aren’t real.”

“We are real.”

“We?” Susan’s eyebrows raised.

“There are others.”

Susan sighed and told her, “Okay, look. I was dizzy and don’t know what I saw, but it wasn’t a vampire. I’m tired, my head is killing me and I need to figure out how to get back home.”

“You don’t believe me?” Elena asked.

“No. I don’t believe in vampires or werewolves or Frankenstein. Now, I need to go home,” Susan turned away and began walking towards the door, “And you need to go home too.” She turned around to face her, “Your parents must be worri…”

The words died in her mouth. Elena wasn’t there. She was gone, as if she had never existed.

Susan looked all around, turning slowly in a circle. There was no place that Elena could have gone in the emptiness of the warehouse. Not the darkened office, not out the door, nowhere. In the silence, Susan suddenly felt chills go down her spine.

“Okaaayy… this is getting creepy,” she muttered. Looking all around one more time, she turned to head back toward the door…

“AIIGGHH!” she shrieked.

Elena was standing right in front of her, her lips slightly parted, exposing the two fangs hanging down half an inch. “Do you believe me now?”

*****

Two days ago.

“Come on, Susan,” Stacy begged, “It’ll be fun! Everyone says this movie is really cool.”

“I don’t like horror movies.”

“You’re such a pussy! It’s not scary,” Stacy teased her.

“They are to me. There’s already enough sickos and violence in the world,” Susan told her emphatically, “I don’t understand why you would want to watch such a thing.”

“It’s not real!”

*****

This was real. Susan’s breaths started coming in gasps. The combination of the pain throbbing in her head along with the realization of something standing before her that used to only exist in horror movies overwhelmed her to the point that she suddenly felt lightheaded. Susan stepped back, staring wide-eyed at the girl.

“I won’t hurt you,” Elena told her. “Please don’t be afraid of me!”

She continued stepping back, keeping her eyes on Elena fearfully.

“Please don’t go! I’m not gonna hurt you!” Elena beseeched her.

Susan paused, then asked “You won’t hurt me?”

“No.”

Suddenly feeling faint, Susan said, “I think I’m going to throw up.” Seeing a couple of pallets stacked on top of each other nearby, she quickly went over and sat down, hunched over and breathing shallowly.

Elena asked, “Are you alright?”

Hunched over, she wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes. She took a few deep breaths to keep from vomiting.

Elena quietly told her, “I’m not the monster that books and movies portray me as.”

Susan looked at her fearfully, “I saw what you did to those men!”

“I saw what those men did to you,” Elena replied quietly.

Susan thought back to the men holding her down. It came back to her… being hit and held down, staring at the knife in his hand. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she drew in a shuddering breath as she remembered wondering if she was going to die.

She heard Elena’s voice quietly in her ear, “Who is the monster? Me or them?”

She raised up her head to look at Elena and was shocked to see that she was still standing where she was, about twenty feet away. Distracted by how she did that, she had to admit that the little girl didn’t seem… well, evil. She had saved her after all.

Wringing her hands nervously, Susan asked, “How did you get to be this way? I mean… how did you become…” she took a deep breath, still not believing she was talking to “…a vampire?”

Elena came over and sat down beside her. “I grew in a village called Tsenovgrad, in the Balkans. It doesn’t exist anymore. Life was completely different back then, harder, more uncertain. Back then, everyone believed in various monsters. But to me, they were just tall tales that the superstitious and children told each other. I didn’t believe any of them, though some of my friends did. Anyway, I was eleven years old when the plague came.”

“Plague?” Susan wondered, “I don’t remember seeing anything on the news about a plague.”

Elena looked at her, “You wouldn’t remember because it happened hundreds of years ago. It was the Black Death.”

“Hundreds of years ago?!” Susan interrupted, “But you’re only eleven.”

“Actually… I’m almost 700 years old,” Elena explained.

Susan’s eyes and mouth dropped open as she felt a chill come over her and exclaimed, “700 years?!” to which Elena nodded. Susan stared off into space for several seconds trying to visualize this.

“Nobody in my village had heard of the plague until it was too late. Every day, more people died. Their bodies were carried outside the village and burned. My mother eventually got it and then my brothers and sisters. They got sicker and sicker and I wondered when I too would get it. Soon, they were gone. I carried their bodies outside the village to the pit where we burned them. For awhile, I thought that maybe I had been spared, but I had not. I knew it was just a matter of days, but I did not fear death anymore. After being surrounded by it, it was just another fact of life. Being alone, without my family, I almost welcomed it.

“Finally, it got to be that I was too weak to get out of bed and I could barely breathe. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would join my family in the afterlife, so I waited for the end.”

Susan wiped her eyes.

“That night, a dark shape, like a shadow, appeared beside me. It looked like a ruddy, bloated man. It asked me if I wanted to live. Before, I thought that there was no choice. Now, this dark stranger was giving me a choice… and I took it. It leaned over me and I felt it biting me on the neck. I don’t remember anything after that.”

“When I woke up, the dark man was gone and I didn’t feel sick anymore. In fact, I never felt as good as I did. I was somehow stronger, faster. But in the morning when I tried to go outside, the sun burned my skin as if I had been set on fire. I learned that I couldn’t go out in the sun anymore. I had to wait for it to be night to go out.”

Elena looked down at the ground as she whispered, “I was also hungry.”

She paused, then continued, “I had gone a full day without eating. I tried to eat some of the vegetables we had in our garden, but they tasted awful and I had to spit them out. We also had some chickens. I killed one and tried cooking some of the meat, but it was like the vegetables, I threw it up. That’s when I noticed the rest of the chicken with the blood in it. I tried some of the meat raw and I found out that I was able to take the blood as food, but it didn’t taste very good. Over the next several days, I learned that I was no longer able to eat food anymore, but could only sustain myself by drinking the blood from our chickens. And if I went too long without drinking it, I would get weaker and weaker.”

“Everything changed one night when a thief broke into my house. When he saw me, he came at me thinking I was alone. I fought back and easily killed him. Afterwards, I looked at his blood on my hands and licked it.”

Elena paused then said, “It was better than the chicken blood. Much better. In fact, it was delicious. I drank more of his blood. It filled me and made me feel…” She paused again, “It made me feel so good, almost giddy. I kept drinking it till I couldn’t hold anymore.”

She turned her head away from Susan so she couldn’t see her face, “I changed that night. I no longer wanted chickens. I wanted people. But I didn’t want to hurt anyone and so I had to learn to control my thirst.”

Susan said, “How can you drink another person’s blood?!”

Elena replied, “I have to. I need to eat, the same as you. Most of the time, I’m able to do it without killing anyone. Are you able to eat without killing plants or animals?”

Thinking for several seconds, Susan had to admit, “No… but it’s not the same! What you do, it’s… it’s a curse, and immoral.”

“This thing that I am may seem immoral, but life before it was much worse. Every day was a constant struggle to fend off disease, starvation and evil people who wished to harm you. You had no control over your life. There was no medicine, no police, no cell phones, no social services… nothing! It was up to fate whether you lived or died! Now, I am in control! Fate has no hold over me! This curse, as you call it, is not a curse at all. It saved me from the plague and from the man who tried to hurt me. And it has saved me hundreds of times from those who wanted to harm me because they thought I was a defenseless little girl.”

Staring intensely at Susan and in a rebuking tone, Elena told her in a low, quiet voice, “You have no idea what it’s like to have your life be in the hands of someone else… or do you?”

Susan stared back blankly, condemned by her words.

Elena asked, “Do you regret my saving you?”

“No,” Susan whispered, shaking her head sadly and wiping her eyes. She felt nauseous as she realized that something this vile, a parasite even, had saved her life because of what she was. If you had something that could keep you safe… from disease or accidents or evil people… well, how could that be a curse? Thinking back earlier, to the alley, as she was held down with her life in the hands of someone else, she realized that she too would have done anything to be safe.

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled quietly.

Elena looked down sadly, “I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to be so stern. It’s just… I’ve been feared and hated for centuries. I can’t help who I am. In the past, I have feared people as much as they’ve feared me. That’s how I came to America. In the eighteenth century, a mass panic over vampires in eastern Europe drove me from my village. People began hunting us down and even went as far as digging up graves of people who recently died and staking them through the heart. I had to head west, traveling at night and sleeping in caves during the day so I wouldn’t be discovered.”

They were silent for a few seconds, then Susan asked, “Where do you live now?”

“Here,” Elena looked about the warehouse. “I’ve been here for the last two years. Before, I was at a closed textile plant, but they started tearing it down so I moved here.”

“You live here?!” Susan asked, looking around at the dirty emptiness.

“Yes.”

“But it’s so dirty,” Susan exclaimed, “and there’s… nothing. No furniture… nothing…” As Susan looked around at the warehouse, she found her heart going out to this girl… despite what she was. “Don’t you have any friends you can stay with?”

She shook her head, “I don’t have any human friends because of the whole stigma against vampires. And vampires are kinda solitary. We don’t live together.”

Susan’s eyes felt heavy as the lateness of the evening began to take its toll. Noticing that it probably was really late and needing to get home, she stood up. She had lost her phone when the men grabbed her so she didn’t know what time it was and she couldn’t call anybody. “I need to go home and get some sleep.”

She walked toward the door, leading outside, with Elena trailing her. Opening the door, she saw a dark, empty parking lot surrounded by the silhouettes of trees and buildings. Still fearful, Susan was reluctant to leave and hesitated.

Feeling something touch her hand, she looked down. Elena smiled up at her, “I can walk you home if you like.”

Susan smiled weakly and nodded. “Thank you. I’m already afraid of the dark, and after what happened earlier…” She looked around the parking lot and with Elena by her side, she stepped out into the night and moved forward.

As they walked along, Elena asked, “What do you do?”

“I’m a teacher. I teach sixth grade science.”

Coming to a road and recognizing it, Susan now knew where she was. It was a closed-down factory near her apartment. She began walking along the road, which was as silent and empty as the warehouse. She looked up at the sky and again saw the moon with its white and grey patches. Seeing this, she asked, “Do you miss the sun?”

“Yes,” Elena answered sadly. “I can’t remember what it’s like any more.”

They walked along for a while and then Susan asked something she had been wondering. “Elena… why did you tell me all this, about you being a vampire?”

Elena didn’t answer right away and when she did, her voice was sad and distant. “I left the human world when the dark man brought me into the night. I further stopped being human when I began to feed on people.”

She looked up into the black sky, “Since then, the night has made me… do things. Things that I have regretted.”

Elena’s voice became more upbeat and hopeful. “Humans and vampires have always had a mutual hate and disgust for each other, but there has been a movement in the vampire community about integrating with and living in peace among humans. Not everyone wants it, but many do, although we still have to hide what we are. There are too many unaccepting people in the world. This is something that I’ve wanted for a very long time. I want to be able to talk to and interact with people like I used to before I was turned… I want to have a friend. A few decades ago, I began mainstreaming.”

Susan looked at her with a confused look.

“It’s another word for mixing with humans. I go into places where people are, such as a store, and I just hang out and talk to them. I love how it makes me feel… like I am one of them again. Then when I get hungry, I leave and go look for a stray dog or…”

Elena saw Susan’s shocked look and told her, “I have to eat. It’s either an animal or a person. Animal blood can nourish me, except it doesn’t taste as good.”

“So… you’ve been feeding on dogs all this time?” Susan asked, her face wrinkling in disgust.

“And other animals, most of the time,” Elena answered dejectedly, “Sometimes I can’t find one, so I have to search the alleys for a homeless person that’s passed out. I don’t kill them, I just take a little blood from them as they sleep. They aren’t even aware of me doing it.”

Susan winced as she imagined Elena in a dark alley, kneeling over a sleeping man, blood running down her cheeks as he quietly bled into her mouth. Susan asked nervously, “What do you do if you can’t find an animal or a homeless person?”

“Then I have to hunt as I’ve always done.”

“People?!” Susan stared at her, horrified. “How can you do something like that?!”

Elena looked down as she quietly said, “The night has its price. I’ll never grow old and I’ll never die,” she looked up at Susan, “but I must feed. I try to do it without hurting anyone.”

They continued walking in silence until they came to Susan’s apartment. As they approached, Susan found herself in a bit of a quandary. Over the past half-hour, she had actually found that she had grown really close to this little vampire girl. Elena wasn’t just a vampire; she was also a little girl and she was nice. Someone who could be a friend to her. She hated the idea of Elena having to live in a dingy, dismal warehouse, especially since she wanted a friend too. And Susan knew how it felt to desperately want a friend. Susan was so lonely herself that she was willing to give someone like Elena a chance.

After walking up to the door, Elena smiled, “I’m glad I met you Susan. I hope I’ll see you again later.” She turned and walked away.

Susan watched her leaving, and then reached out through her loneliness and concern. “Elena?”

Elena stopped and turned back. “Would you maybe… want to spend the night here… with me?”

Elena walked back. “Why?”

“I just… don’t want you to have to live in that warehouse, especially when you’re wanting to have a friend,” Susan smiled weakly. “I hardly have any friends myself and it would be nice to have company.”

“Why would you trust me?”

“Because of everything you’ve told me.”

Elena thought for a while, then said, “If I were to spend the night here, I would have to leave early to get back to the warehouse.”

“If you want to, you could sleep here during the day while I’m at work, except…” Then she asked questioningly, “Do you need a coffin to sleep in?”

Elena smiled as she said, “We don’t sleep in coffins. That’s just a myth. In the past, people thought that people who recently died became vampires and with that 1931 Dracula movie, people thought that we all slept in coffins. I just need someplace away from the sun.”

*****

Pulling her key from her pocket, Susan opened the door. She turned on the lamp nearby, revealing a small kitchen and living room. “It’s small but you’ll have your own room to sleep in and you can watch TV.”

She looked at the clock. 12:13. “Ugh…” she groaned. Just over six hours before she had to get up. Turning back to Elena, she closed the door and saw for the first time how pale she was. ‘So that’s what happens when you don’t get any sun’, she thought.

Walking towards the second bedroom that she used as a storage closet, Susan told her, “I have to be up at six-thirty, so I need to go to bed now, but this is where you can sleep.”

When she reached the doorway, she saw that Elena was still standing back out in the living room, just inside the door leading outside and staring apprehensively at the kitchen.

“Elena…” Susan walked towards her, “What is it?”

“Could you put that away?” she whispered apprehensively, pointing at something just out of sight on the wall.

Confused, Susan walked over to see what Elena was pointing at. As she rounded the corner, she saw what it was: a cross hanging on the wall that her dad gave to her when she moved in.

Susan looked at Elena and saw her staring intensely, almost fearfully at it. Her confusion turning into nervousness, Susan slowly and quietly mumbled, “Okaaayyy…” then went over and took the cross off the wall and took it to her room.

Just before she entered her bedroom, she looked back at Elena and saw that she had walked further into the living room, no longer afraid. As Susan walked towards her closet to put the cross on the shelf, she stopped mid-stride and after thinking for a few seconds, she went over to the nightstand beside her bed and laid it down within easy reach.

Coming back out, she asked, “Do you have any clothes or things?”

“Not really,” Elena simply said.

“You mean, that’s…” looking at the worn, dirty clothes she was wearing, “what you wear everyday?”

“I wash my clothes at the laundromat and I also search the clothes donation bins that are around town for new clothes.”

“Okay. We’ll have to remedy that. The bathroom is over here,” Susan pointed to a door in the hall, “Oh, I just remembered I don’t have a toothbrush for you. I’ll have to get one.”

“I don’t get cavities.”

Susan stared at her for a few seconds, then said, “Well, you still need to clean your mouth. I don’t even want to imagine what your breath smells like.”

She walked in the second bedroom and moved some boxes off of the bed onto the floor. “You can sleep here. What time do you go to bed?”

“About seven in the morning,” Elena replied as she went to the window and touched the curtain covering the window, “Do you have another curtain that’s thicker than this?”

“Lemme see,” Susan looked inside the closet, moving blankets aside and looking inside boxes.

“Nooo… I have this blanket. Let me try hanging it up.” She carried a dark blue blanket to the window and carefully draped it across the curtain rod, then tucked the sides in.

Elena inspected the sides.

“Will that work?” Susan asked.

“Yea, I think so. It can’t let any light in.” Looking around, Elena saw a large dresser with a tall mirror attached to it. “Is it okay if I move that in front of the window?”

“Yes, of course, except it’s really heavy. I can’t even budge it myself. My dad and brother had to put it there.”

Elena walked over and stood in front of it, then as Susan watched, she grasped either end and easily picked it up, causing Susan to gasp in surprise, then she carried it over to the window and set it down so that the window was blocked.

It took a few seconds for Susan to find her voice, “H-how did you lift that by yourself?,” to which Elena smiled shyly at her. Susan told her, “Well, okay… I need to go to bed now. Would you like to watch TV or something?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As Susan walked into the living room to turn on the TV, she caught a glimpse of Elena behind her in the mirror hanging on the wall. “Hey, I can see you in the mirror! I thought vampires didn’t reflect in mirrors.”

“That’s another myth from that Dracula movie.”

“Really? What other things are myths?” Susan asked, surprised.

“I can’t turn into a bat. That’s from the Dracula movie too. In Twilight, the vampires were able to go into the sun and all that happened was that they sparkled.” Sighing, she added, “I wish that was all that would happen to me if I were to go out into the sun.”

“So, you don’t like crosses or the sun. What else do you not like?”

“Silver, garlic, being staked and decapitated.”

“I don’t like being staked or decapitated either,” Susan said jokingly. She went to the couch and handed Elena the remote, then stood there, looking at Elena, slightly smiling.

“Are you okay?,” Elena asked.

“Yes. It’s just everything that’s happened… being attacked, meeting you, then I go and invite you to spend the night,” she chuckled nervously. “I hope I’m not losing it.”

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Elena told her. “I can leave.”

“No. You need a decent place to stay, and I know you’re good.” Susan took a deep breath, then said, “Good night.” Remembering that she still hadn’t graded her papers, she sighed. She’d do it tomorrow. “If you need anything, be sure to tell me.”

“Okay.”

As Susan turned to go into her bedroom, Elena called out, “Susan…”

Susan stopped and turned.

“Thank you for letting me stay here…and for trusting me. You don’t know how much it means to me. No one has ever trusted me before.”

“You’re welcome.”

Susan went into her bedroom and closed the door. Going to her chest of drawers, she pulled out her nightgown and began getting undressed. ‘A vampire!’ she thought eerily, ‘I actually have a real, live vampire with me! No one’s ever going to believe this.’

She couldn’t wait to tell Stacy. ‘She won’t believe this, but I’ll bring her over and show her…’

Suddenly Susan imagined Stacy telling others. And then people calling the police. The police coming over during the day when Elena was vulnerable. The news picking up the story, making her out to be a killer… Susan froze, staring off into space. She couldn’t tell Stacy. She couldn’t tell anyone.

She went into the bathroom and was stopped in her tracks by what she saw in the mirror. As the bloody, bruised reflection looked back at her, she cringed, lightly touching the bruises on her face. It was a stark reminder of what had happened. Going over to turn on the shower, she undressed and stepped into it. After showering and brushing her teeth, she finally slipped on her nightgown and crawled into bed. She thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep at all because of everything that happened, but ten minutes later, she was asleep.

*****

Elena looked at the remote control as she tried out the various buttons. Though she had watched TV many times, she had never used a remote control — or had a TV of her own, for that matter, since she had never lived anywhere that had a TV. She flipped through the channels for the first time and was amazed at the kinds of shows that were on. After about an hour, she had grown bored and turned it off. Rising off the couch, she walked around the small apartment and looked at the various things that Susan had: family pictures, books, CDs, and DVDs. She seemed a quiet, simple woman and judging by her books and DVDs, she loved history and science.

As Elena looked around, the reality of having a comfortable place to sleep sank in. No one had ever willingly let her stay with them in their house before. ‘Willingly…’ she thought. There had been times, when she was still feral, when she had simply taken what she wanted because she could. ‘But, that was in the past. I’m not that way anymore’, she reminded herself. Elena was grateful beyond words for what Susan had given her. Susan hadn’t just given her a comfortable place to sleep in, she had given Elena her trust. For this, Elena was eternally grateful. It gave her hope of being able to mainstream with people.

Continue on to Chapter 2

Redesign for Living, Part Three

  • Posted on August 24, 2016 at 2:32 pm

By Sammy

When I got home that night, I was a wreck. Physically, from the best sex of my life, and emotionally, because my little girl was in pain, I was completely in the dark, and I couldn’t do anything about it. Robin was in the living room, watching Follow That Bird on TV.

“You haven’t watched this in years, sweetie.”

“I know. I just feel like Big Bird all blue and singing in the cage.”

My heart melted as I realized there was no way I could possibly share with her tonight what I had learned. I went over to her, pulling her into my arms as I slipped in behind her on the couch.

“Mommy’s here, baby.”

“I know, Mom. You always are.”

“And I always will be.”

We snuggled together, watching the rest of the movie, each doing a poor job of hiding our tears as Big Bird was reunited with his family on Sesame Street. I turned it off and held out my arms. “Ready for bed?”

She harrumphed softly. “Your bed.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to sleep with you. Like I used to.”

I chuckled softly. “Guess this is a night of nostalgia.”

She smiled sexily. “Guess so.”

Not needing to be told, I scooped her up in my arms and headed to my bedroom. I dumped her a little hastily and she giggled. I stripped down to my panties, and only my panties — I guess sex emboldens me — and got into bed with her, wrapping her thin, tight frame in my arms.

“You feel so nice, baby,” I breathed on her neck, flashing back to Tegan in the dressing room.

“Mmmm. You too. So warm… and soft.”

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah. Everything melts away when I’m with you.”

We lay silently like that for a while, my pussy growing wetter and wetter as my hands kept wandering past the boundaries of where good mothers trod.

“I like the way you’re touching me.”

“Good. ‘Cause I like touching you.”

“You can touch…” I could hear her swallowing. “…underneath if you want.”

“Underneath? Underneath what, baby?” I wanted her to say it.

“Underneath my panties… touch my pussy.” Oh. I didn’t even have to prod that one out of her.

“Are you sure about this, Robin? It’s a big deal. Something we can’t come back from.”

“I’m so sure, Mom… you have no idea.” She sat up in the darkness, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on her flawless form. “I’m so glad it’s you. So happy. It’s just that” — she stumbled — “oh no, I’m ruining it…”

I grasped her shoulders. “No, don’t be silly. You’re not ruining anything. What is it, sweetie?”

“Well, I’ve heard about so many bad things happening to girls I’ve worked with, and that my first time gets to be with you is, well, it’s just so great…” She looked deep into my eyes. “It’s always been you, Mom. I know you saw my writing…about you.” She put her finger up to stop me, which made me squirt just a little. “I wanted you to find it. I wanted you to know all about me. To know what I wanted you to do to me…and to do it.”

My jaw was almost low enough to reach the cum I saw we had both leaked on the sheets.

“But, Mom… you didn’t.”

“Baby…I — I didn’t think you were ready. I wanted you so badly…”

“If I was ready then…imagine how I must feel now.”

I groaned as she rubbed herself against my leg, her sparse pubic hairs soaked in sweat and cum, and I couldn’t wait to drink it from the source. I loved her more in that moment than I ever thought possible, but the tinge for Tegan lingered…what had made her so upset? What did she know? No, I had to put it out of my mind. This night was for my baby girl. It was my dream come true, and she deserved all I could give her. So I kissed her. Softly at first, to let her get used to it, but after a few seconds I began to move gently and she did the same, our tongues coming out to meet as our hands went to each other’s bodies, mine to her slender hips and hers to my generous breasts. My nipples ached for her and she silently complied, knowing just when to pinch, just when to rub. I took her barely-there breasts in my hands and marveled at the comparatively large size of her nipples, long, thick, and pink.

Robin was the one to break our kiss, shoving me down and straddling my waist. “Enough with the emotional shit. I’m gonna fuck ya, bitch.”

We both laughed out loud, before I brought my hand up and slapped her ass.

“Ow! What was that for?!”

“I’m still your mother, young lady, and even when we’re fucking I’m to be treated with respect.” Robin looked ashamed. I couldn’t let it go on any longer. “It’s a good thing for you…” she perked up “…that I consider ‘bitch’ a term of endearment. In certain contexts.”

She fell down laughing onto my chest, going straight for my nipples. “That’s asshole jar, you know.” She always knew how to dig in!

“What?! ‘Context’ isn’t asshole.”

“Mom, in the context of having sex, with your daughter, using a word like ‘context’ is total asshole.”

“But it’s because you’re my daughter that I need to establish context.”

“Oh, shut up, bitch!” We fell into another giggle fit, but this one at least, finally, ended up with my nipples in her mouth and my hands cradling her head. As she greedily sucked on my breasts, I laughed a little too loud, again.

“What is it, Mom?”

“Oh, nothing. Just getting a little nostalgia of my own.”

It took her a second to realize what I meant, but she laughed, too, when she did. “Thinking about your baby girl sucking on your titties all over again, huh?”

“Mmm, indeed I am.”

“How long have you thought about me like this?”

“That’s another conversation.”

“‘Kay. I just wanna say I’ve always thought about you like this.”

I sighed. “Damn movies…”

She smacked my left tit — I shrieked. “No! Don’t blame them. This was all me. And now it’s… it’s all us.” She peered up at me, whispered “I love you so much,” and went back to her nursing. Before too long I was urging her downwards, and she eagerly trailed kisses down my belly, pulling my panties down and placing them over her face, taking a deep breath before tossing them over her shoulder.

“You are just full of surprises, young lady.”

“Don’t you know? I’m a prodigy, an ingénue, an IT! girl!”

“Yes, I know. I think I helped to create those little myths.”

“Oh, myths? I’m not a generational talent? Well, I bet I can prove I’m somethin’ else.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“A motherfucker.”

“Oh, my!”

“And you know what we can definitely agree is asshole?”

“…What?” I asked nervously.

“THIS!” — yep, then there was a finger in my asshole. Not deep nor painful but shocking. I smacked her shoulder in protest but was mollified almost immediately as she worked her finger in and out while feasting on my cunt, tugging at the strands of my bush with her teeth and tickling my clit with her nose, seeming to know just how to get me going. Her tongue went inside and deep, widening and tightening, changing shape to hit as many different spots as possible. I was writhing on the bed, grasping sheets with sweaty palms. “Oh, that feels so good… you make Mommy’s pussy feel so good…”

She moaned in approval, apparently not able to take her mouth out of my crotch for even a moment. I came then, hard, creaming all over her small perfect face and watching it pool around her chin and down to the bedspread. I lay back on the mini-mountain of pillows and tried to catch my breath. Robin snuggled in under my arm.

After a few minutes of bliss, she looked up at me.

“Ready for more?”

“Honey, I still couldn’t come again if my life depended on it.”

“No, I mean returning the favor.” She treated me to a toothy grin.

“Are you sure, Robin?”

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Mom. I’ve been ready for a while now.” She played with my nipple. “Remember, the painting…just you and me?”

How dare she bring a real tear to my eye during sex. Ugh. But I grinned through it and placed my palms on her hot thighs. “Okay, sweetie. Lie back.” She made an excited little noise and scurried to the top of the bed, spreading her thin legs wide. I took in her pussy up close for the first time in some years, getting near enough for a few of her sparse pubes to sneak up my nose. She was sticky and smelt heavenly, girl-cum and sweat. I dove in.

“Oh, Mommy, feels so good…” She whimpered, my scalp suddenly spiked with her fingernails, hands spreading through my tresses, making things feel even more primal than they already were. I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, and let my tongue slurp slowly down to her asshole. It puckered invitingly, rim traced with her juices and mine, and I thrust my tongue in. She squirmed under my body, gripping the steel bed frame and humping my face. I gripped her back, pulling her back down hard and flipping her onto her stomach.

“Oooh!” She squealed.

“Hands and knees, young lady.”

“What’re ya gonna do, Moooommmyyyy?” She always gets silly when she’s been up for as long as she had been at that point. But something told me I wouldn’t be putting her to bed for a while yet.

“Mommy’s gonna have some fun with baby’s pussy, and maybe even more with her adorable little butthole.” She groaned in pleasure as I inserted a finger slowly into her little cunny, letting her get used to it bit by bit. She throbbed around me as I wiggled around, gentle yet insistent, feeling her insides quake in time. “Unnnhhhh,” she whimpered, her face hitting the mattress and her ass thrusting up, ripe and ready. I went harder and deeper, reaching her hymen.

“Ready, baby? This might sting.”

“Yamommy…” she barely sighed out.

I pushed past the thin barrier, feeling my fingers get wetter as my daughter let out a shriek. “Mommmmmmy!”

“Shhh, baby…” I rubbed her back in soft circles. “It’ll be better soon.”

She moaned into the mattress. “Well it’s already fucking great!

I laughed and inserted my thumb into her asshole, well-lubed. Small trickles of blood leaked out of her pussy along with dollops of cum, and I licked it all up. It was marvelous. I continued to work both digits in and out, loving how she jumped every time I tried to ‘pinch’ her between my thumb and index finger. She told me later they were all small little orgasms, though none comparing to what happened when she came just then, her mad writhing shaking the bed back and forth. I collapsed on top of her, both struggling to catch our breath, my wet cunt rubbing in-between her legs. I pushed her face into the pillow and continued to grind into her, biting into the back of her neck and creaming all over her ass as she shrieked “Mmmmmmmommy!” and left a small hole in my pillowcase with her teeth, biting and sweating.

I still haven’t swapped that pillowcase with a new one. I doubt I ever will.

After Round 2, Robin put her iPod on shuffle, shoved it in the dock, and we fucked to rhythms I had never considered. You want sex music? Listen to “Reflections” by MisterWives and imagine your daughter’s eyelids fluttering and voice breaking as you nibble her clit between your teeth.

The next morning I knew we had to talk about what to do about the pictures. I told Robin about my conversation with Tegan (definitely not about what we did… yet). She was surprised Derrick was involved, too. We each agreed to discreetly check around on set to see if anyone had heard from him recently, but had little luck by the end of the day. We were about to give up and call the police when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see a very pretty young woman in a sharp suit. There was a badge on her lapel.

“Ms. Rose Bell?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

We shook hands. “Ms. Bell, I’m Detective Schneider with the Los Angeles Police Department. Is your daughter Robin Bell?”

“She is.”

“Ma’am, may I come in for a moment?”

. . . . .

Robin was mature and gave the detective and me some time alone.

“I’m here to let you know that we’ve arrested a man who was in possession of pornographic images of your daughter, among other young actresses. It is our understanding he may have been attempting to blackmail some of the girls, and also that you had a past association with him?”

I decided to play dumb. “Who?”

“Derrick Fulton?”

“Yes, he was my daughter’s manager years ago. We… had to let him go.”

“Well, we’re just glad we were able to stop him. He had pictures of a lot of girls. And we’re well on our way through his list of co-conspirators.” She shrugged in weary resignation. “The good thing about blackmailers is that they usually leave a pretty wide trail.”

“Thank you for letting us know, Detective Schneider.”

“Please, call me Debbie. And between us mothers, I understand why you didn’t go to the police first.” I made to interrupt, but she shushed me. “Really, it’s okay. I know the producers got this town by the shorthairs. But I’ve just been made head of a new division intended solely to prosecute Special Victims crimes in Hollywood, and it’s a post I take very seriously.”

I smiled deeply, suppressing tears as she took my hands and continued. “And I told m’self I wasn’t going to do this, but Julie’d kill me if I didn’t. She and I went to see one of your daughter’s big movies a few years ago, the one by the Eastern European fella?” I nodded. “And, well, we loved it. Bawled our darn eyes out. Especially when your little girl was on-screen at the end. The talk my daughter and I had about it afterwards was one of the best we ever had, about anything, and we now make it a habit to go to a movie we’ve never heard of, or a play by a new writer whenever we’re looking for something to do.” She looked nervous all of a sudden, like she wanted to take something back. “And I just wanted to say that, and to say thank you to your daughter.”

Well, I couldn’t hold it back after that. I started bawling myself and threw my arms around Debbie, who understood immediately. What mothers only can.

I called Robin down and Debbie shared the story with her, and three of us had a lovely conversation over iced tea and Caesar salad. We made a plan to get our girls together, the four of us, and see a movie or get lunch. Personally, I was dying to see if Debbie’s daughter had the same irresistible dimples.

By the door, before Debbie left, I couldn’t help asking her one last question. “Debbie… do you know who tipped you off?”

“Sorry, Rose. Completely anonymous. Wish I could help.”

“No problem, Deb. Bye.”

“Goodbye, girls.”

. . . . .

It turned out that after Derrick was blackballed officially in town, he used the considerable dirt he had to get himself a gig as a full-time blackmailer, which occasionally included getting others to dig up dirt for him. This was where Tegan had come in. He had enlisted her help, without her knowledge, in installing a camera in Robin’s shower, by asking her questions about protecting camera equipment from water and installing around pipes. He made it sound like it was for a line of home repair videos he was producing, which made Tegan immediately suspicious, but he gave her a generous tip afterwards and word around the set was he was to be steer-cleared from as much as possible. So she decided not to rattle things.

But before long, he had even Tegan under his thumb, having somehow snaked compromising pictures of her, and said he’d release them unless she kept it up. She thankfully didn’t have to do much besides take pictures, until once when Derrick had her do so before a party he was having, the models a line of young teenage girls in expensive dresses. After the last set, Derrick had asked her to stay for a drink. She refused, and when he tried to coax her inside physically, she ran.

After that, and refusing to attend any more of Derrick’s parties, Tegan had been blackballed herself for any kind of acting gigs and was relegated to low-level PA jobs on which she’d do against her will what she had done freely and with delight for me, the only occasionally consensual photos of young starlets in turn used as more leverage against her, should she ever get an urge to talk.

The three of us had a very tough conversation during which Tegan confessed, in tears, her initially ignorant role, accidentally letting slip that with Derrick’s network of sleazeballs mostly behind bars, she was effectively homeless. We didn’t hesitate before inviting her to move in with us — we had more than enough space than we knew what to do with, and we knew what she did was under extreme duress. She had also turned state’s evidence, and was doing her part to make sure anyone who hurt her wouldn’t hurt anyone else again. And besides, she, Robin, and I still had way too much fun to have.

We all told Danny together, about everything. He was remarkably accepting of our new… relationship, and, as I’m sure only I could tell, more than a little turned on. Which turned me on just a smidge, too.

. . . . .

It was a few years later that I next saw Erik, at one of his regular haunts after a festival gala in Toronto. He beamed when he saw me and cleared out his booth, which had been occupied by a few adoring film students as they all watched something on Turner Classic Movies, with a different muted title on each screen in the bar.

“How have you been?”

“Great, Erik! You? I saw your last movie. Mid-tier, but a hell of an ending.”

“I know, I know. I bought the script for the ending, but half of the rest was shit, and he wouldn’t let me change a word. Smart writers and good lawyers! The death of me!”

We each ordered a drink and he continued gregariously. “What about Robin? I heard about that terrible mess.”

“Yes, but she’s been wonderful. And we actually got a new houseguest out of it. Or family member, really. Another victim of that scumbag’s.”

“Ah, yes. Mr. Ful-ton. Did they ever find out who dropped the, how you say, dime?”

I was about to answer his question in earnest before I saw the glint in his eye. “Erik? No…

“The son of a bitch tried to get me in on it. Offered me a piece! Thought I’d want to stick it to the pretty American. What a schmuck.”

“I can’t believe you did that… thank you so much, Erik. We’ll never forget it. I know it must have been tempting, that kind of publicity…”

“Oh Rosie, I am insulted. You should know by now I’m no villain. I only base them on myself in the movies.” We shared a deep laugh.

“Well, while we’re on the subject… Robin’s been finishing up her first solo script and she’s too shy to ask, but… she has eyes on you for the male lead.”

“Oh?” Erik’s lips broadened. “And who is this fellow, whom I assume is a magnetic and transformative figure?”

“A Soviet-era gymnastics instructor who secretly trains an American teenager for the Olympics.” He made to interrupt me. “I know, I know, a sports movie, but Robin wanted to try making something great out of an awkward frame. The materials are top-notch, though — it is a great script, Erik.”

“If any young director could do it, I am sure it is Robin. And greatness is not without precedent in this arena… The Hustler, Huston with Fat City, and Warrior is actually tremendous, the last time Nick — Nolte, you know — and I were here, some drunk co-ed who had just seen it asked him about his Moby-Dick, and Nicky said to her —”

“All right, all right, enough with the goddamn name-dropping already, you’re not on Conan.”

“Oh, that reminds me! I have to call Conan, I left my reading glasses on Miss Julie, that’s his boat, you see, an Ibsen reference, who else but Conan —”

He laughed as I hurled my glass at him, already well on my way to the bar for a fresh one. The employees don’t mind. He’s broken about nine there himself to date, and always leaves a $500 tip when he does.

Two weeks later, he called Robin personally and accepted the part.

Danny said he’s getting tired of comedy, and was thinking of maybe writing a novel about this whole thing. Though, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to extend it to that kind of length. He’s been thinking he might try it out as a short story first, credited to a pseudonym. Something that kinda sounds like his name, but isn’t.

As for Robin, she’s about halfway through production on The Red and the Gold (an irrelevant nod to Stendhal — made her put $100 in the asshole jar for that one). She’s come home anxious and tearful after several nights, though mostly from exhaustion. Her new sister and I are always here to meet her at the door, slowly undress her as we make our way to the bedroom, most often stained khakis, sweaty undershirts, juicy panties saved for last right before we sink into the Jacuzzi and rinse the day’s events off of each other, though one of us is usually a bit more dirty. Tegan often gloats about getting to be home so much earlier than Robin to get to Mommy’s pussy — she has a strong supporting role in the film, and gets to clock off while Robin has to stay and look at dailies and talk with the crew.

I’ll never forget our first time together, the three of us, some weeks after Tegan had moved in. It had been awkward at first, everything awful still fresh in our minds, but as you might have expected, it was Robin who made it happen for real. One autumn afternoon, fresh out of the shower, she strolled towel-only into the living room where Tegan and I were reading on each end of the sectional. Right to the same spot I had so often used as, well, a cum-dump. While thinking of her. She put a leg up, making a show of fudging with a nail on her toe, then suddenly bending forward into the cushion and shaking off her towel, slowly, deliberately. Tegan and I shared a look over Robin’s raised, still-damp ass, and we knew instantly what was happening. We three came together there, in the middle, awkwardly at first, confidently soon after, Tegan and I quickly as naked as my daughter, each half-carrying her, the three of us swapping sloppy kisses as we made our way to my bedroom. Tegan wanted to watch mother and daughter first, rubbing herself as Robin made a show of going down on me, whimpering into my bush like her tongue was coating it for the very first time. It was contagious — I pulled her into me roughly, Tegan’s fingers tweaking my nipple as Robin moved effortlessly, everywhere, exploring wherever Tegan might have wanted to see. Which was everywhere, of course.

Then, as a final homecoming gift, I decided to give Tegan my daughter’s anal virginity. She retrieved her own strap-on, and I made sure my daughter’s ass was slick as slick could be, with juices that, by that point, were comprised of all three of us, from multiple holes at that. Tegan was gentle at first, easing in as my daughter nestled in between my breasts, my hands spreading her cheeks as wide as possible for the thick rubber cock. Robin was soon urging her on, begging “Harder!” to Tegan’s eager thrusts, teeth eventually piercing my areola as she came, wetting the sheets.

We continued into the early hours of the morning, making this first time, more than anything, a permanent etching of all of our bodies into one another’s, in every combination, paced variously for mood and energy. I mean, we wear each other out, but we’re all insatiable. And by now, as far as everyone, including Danny, is concerned, Robin’s blood.

The three of us have had many long conversations about what happened, how we all came together like this, what each of us did, what was okay, what wasn’t. That the same things had been done to the same people by other very bad people who were now in jail renewed all of our belief in the power of consent, even if it made everyone feel a little less than pure. But purging that is why we have art, isn’t it?

I have to wrap it up soon. They’ve just finished shooting the climactic scene between the young gymnast and her coach. Robin says she’s happy with the day’s footage, but I have a feeling the set-ups will be identical tomorrow morning. It’s strange — no one seems to mind doing ninety strenuous takes for a director as long as she has tits and keeps them in scandalous tank tops to go along with her booty shorts. (What can I say? Directing gets her hot.) Rumor has it Daniel Day-Lewis’s agent was on set today, having a look from the nosebleeds. Robin met the handsome Englishman at the same Oscars she first won hers, and she told him he simply had to be in one of her movies once she became a director, because of course that’s what she was going to do. He smiled politely and told her to call him when she had something solid. Robin doesn’t have any new material that I know of, but then, I also know that she never stops working.

Right now, I’m looking at her and Erik, together on the office couch, going through the dailies. They’re laughing, and his head is in her lap, his gray kinks straightening and kinking right back out again. I’m tempted to take out my phone and sneak a stolen moment when they’re not looking, but I manage to control myself.

Some things should be kept off-camera.

THE END