Boundaries, Ch. 2

Kaylee and I hadn't spoken to each other about our interlude in the clothing boutique's dressing room, which suited me fine. Whatever was developing needed to proceed at her own pace. I didn't know if anything like it would happen again but I was sure that bringing it up would spook her. It was best for my headstrong girl to figure things out for herself.

The dressing room episode broke the ice, though. It worked a reversal of sorts. I became self-conscious of my own attitudes and desires, which caused me more reservation about undressing and walking around the house. Kaylee wandered around in her underwear half the time. I did my motherly best not to gawk.

Two weeks later she appeared silently around the corner of the kitchen -- in that naturally light-footed way she does -- holding a new-found prize.

She smiled with glee. "Look what I found!"

I didn't glance up, busy cooking dinner. "That's great, hun."

She huffed at my dismissal.

"C'mon! Look!" she whined like a kid of twelve, instead of an adult of eighteen.

I should have known before I turned around. I assumed the money would be for dresses and tops but, in proper Kaylee fashion, it included a few fancier items. I squelched a sigh as she presented her new garment -- blue and white satin hiphuggers.

"That looks a little.. spendy." A mom tone came through despite my best efforts.

"Don't worry," Kaylee waved away my concern. "I bought some other less expensive things, too. I just couldn't resist these! Aren't they cute!"

"You know that I'm not always going to be giving you money," a lecture poured from my mouth. "With college and everything. I'm going to have a heck of a time just paying off school expenses."

It was a topic raised often, but it never seemed to make an impression. Maybe it was her just not having experience budgeting or her aunt and uncle lavishing her with gifts. If my otherwise levelheaded daughter had a weakness, it was with money.

"I know, mom." She rolled her eyes in the way teenage girls the world over do. "I totally have a savings account and everything. I can save."

True, she had a savings account. We opened it together when she was fifteen. But it still had the original one-hundred dollars in it, plus a couple bucks interest. She hadn't deposited a cent since that first day at the bank.

I was about to launch the second stage of the money lecture when Kaylee tugged down her black knee-length skirt and dropped it to the floor.

She wore pantyhose beneath the outfit, yes, but beneath the embroidered hose she was clearly bare. I saw more than a mother should have but my eyes couldn't turn away. My lecture stopped immediately and a distinctly improper feeling unfurled in my belly and migrated down between my legs.

Lithely, she pulled on her new panties with perfect balance, as she lifted each foot, and slid them on. As soon as she smoothed her new panties across her hips, she cocked a dancer's slender hip to me.

"Admit it. They're pretty." she demanded.

I looked at her, beaming, with her new underwear over the top of her hose.

"No seams, either," she continued. "so I can wear them when I'm dancing, too."

She ran her hand across the front for emphasis. I nodded, giddy while staring at my kid in her underwear.

"Don't they look good on me?" she asked.

She twirled with her hands high then stuck her slender rump out at me and wiggled it. They formed perfectly to her fit dancer's body like she was an underwear model. I nodded numbly, unable to form words.

She looked back over her shoulder, still bent over. "You can check them if you want."

My mouth felt like a desert. My fingers twitched at the thought of feeling the satiny material next to her body. I seriously didn't know how to do it without feeling and acting like a lecher.

"How about later?" I begged, thinking quickly. "Dinner's done."

"Oh? Good. I'm hungry!" she chirped, not bothering to pick up her skirt and sat down at the kitchen table in her get-up.

She seemed so natural throughout dinner, including talking about college. It felt absurd having a serious conversation with her while she was dressed (or undressed?) like this.

"I had this idea to save money," she said, brow furrowed. "I thought about staying here with you during school. To save on living expenses."

I paid half-attention to her as my eyes wandered down to her underwear and taut legs.

"Besides. If I lived on my own, I'd have to learn how to cook now. Wouldn't I?" She grinned and giggled as she forked food into her mouth.

I smiled weakly, distracted. A vivid and ridiculously lurid image popped into my head: my own daughter laying over me and driving into me with a strap-on, really giving it to me in that get-up, her thrusts powered by her strong legs and hips.

She was barely done eating before she put her leg on mine, spreading and exposing herself to me.

"Wanna touch them now?" she asked casually, as if she were showing me a new skirt.

"Touch?" I repeated, food almost falling out of my mouth.

I stared at her wondering if she noticed my furtive glances throughout the entire meal.

"The satiny material. It's really nice," she continued smoothly.

I couldn't help myself this time. I hooked a finger and thumb underneath the edge and rubbed. It felt really silky.

"Yeah, it's nice," I agreed, entranced.

"What about the gusset?" she asked.

I looked into her eyes and she stared back at me steadily. I gulped and my eyes traveled slowly back down to my daughter's splayed legs, eyes directly on her intimate mound.

I slipped my finger down to the gusset. My gaze flicked upwards and her eyes were following my fingers intently. The back of my fingers could feel the heat of her straining pussy through the nylon of her pantyhose. Her eyes rolled back and her stomach quivered.

"You okay?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"O-oh, I'm fine."

She quaked and steadied herself, struggling for nonchalance. "Just when you did that... sensitive."

The moment seemed to pass for her. I drew my hands along her legs to her knees, feeling her muscles ripple and stretch beneath the sheer hose.

"I'm sorry about that," I apologized.

"No worries," she dismissed, her leg dangling and swinging off the end of the chair. "Just didn't realize, like last time. Thought the tights would blunt it."

I slid my hands back along her legs and to her hips, tested the underwear's waistband and flex.

"They seem snug and elastic enough. Good fit," I assessed. "In any case, I will be more careful next time. Sensitivity and all."

"Oh no." Kaylee shook her head and then moved. "It's funny saying this but it actually felt kinda... like electricity?"

My stomach lurched and I blinked. Did she really just say that?

"I guess. Don't worry about it though," Kaylee continued.

She seemed way too calm about this.

"D-do you want... any other... underwear checked?" I ventured.

"Ugh. That's alright," Kaylee giggled. "Just thought you would like these since I know you like satiny things."

She lifted her slender leg off my lap and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

"So, good purchase?" she asked.

"Good, ..." I managed the first part, but not the 'purchase' part.

"Cool. I'm going to try on the rest of the stuff I picked up," Kaylee announced cheerily as she walked away. “Thanks for dinner!”

* * *

"Look, that's her!" Kaylee pointed to a girl leaning against the front of her dance studio. "See, I told you I would show you!"

I was picking up Kaylee after ballet one evening. My daughter was waiting at the curb. We were started driving away, after Kaylee climbed in, when she pointed her out. I had teased Kaylee that I'd heard all about this mystery girl but she hadn't brought her over yet.

"That's Kristen," she continued.

The autumn wind stirred up and Kristen shivered and folded her arms. She wore a thin-looking green sweater. The red-haired, leggy dancer wore nothing else against the weather. The breeze rustled her ballet skirt.

"Should we drive her? It's getting chilly," I asked, concerned.

"Her dad will be there like any minute. She just called him," Kaylee explained, staring.

"Okay," I replied remorsefully and, with one last motherly glance at little Kristen, I eased the accelerator forward.

Trapped in the car with me for the ride home, I used it to my advantage, grilling Kaylee thoroughly about Kristen. She had never really talked enthusiastically about her boyfriends, even though she had dated a little bit and saw some of them for extended periods. She never seemed enamored with anyone she met.

Kristen was a different matter. Kaylee seemed more animated about her. I surmised that it might be the case, since I had never heard any interest from Kaylee in girls. This would be her first, as far as I knew.

"No, she's not my girlfriend!" Kaylee groaned, embarrassed, as we walked in the door.

I eyed her as she threw her ballet bag on the couch and fell into the cushions, arms crossed. She wasn't mad, but it entertained me and the teasing I gave her was probably more over-zealous than I realized.

"Oh, honey. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable," I apologized. "I just realized that what I said probably went too far. I'm just happy for you," I conceded.

This was probably her first serious girl-crush and I needed to take this more tactfully.

She looked up at me from the corner of her eyes, acknowledging my attempt at an apology.

"I just like her mom. I don't know if she is my girlfriend," the words seemed to come out of her forcefully.

Kaylee could be sensitive sometimes.

I smiled and slowly walked over to her, sat beside her, and put my arm around her. She looked up tentatively and then cuddled into me, wrapping her legs around my lap.

"Sorry, honey. I'm just interested. I don't usually hear much about who you like. You've been talking about her a lot lately, is all. It's nice to see you excited." I patted her thigh.

I got a half-smile for that consolation.

"How did you know when you really liked your first girl?" she asked me finally.

"Oh!" I laughed. "Well, it just happened for me. I don't remember exactly how any more. It was a few years ago, you know."

It was an evasive answer but a necessary one, since my first "girlfriend" was my sister and Kaylee's aunt. I didn't want to give too much away.

"Oh," she said, disappointed.

"I can say this...," I perked up, realizing that this was one of those rare times my fiercely independent daughter was looking for some advice. "Honey, if things seem to be progressing, then it's probably best to say something to her."

Kaylee shifted uncomfortably.

"Well," she looked at the hem of her ballet skirt. "We did, kind of, -- kiss."

She winced as the last word came dribbling out, not wanting to say it.

"Okay. Wow, I guess that's a start!"

Her eyebrows mashed together. "Wait. What?"

"It's good, it means she feels the same way."

"Oh," she giggled, surprised. "That's not what I expected you to say at all!"

"What did you expect?"

"I dunno. I guess I thought you would be mad that I was, y'know, doing stuff with her,"

I paused for a moment, reflecting on my own experiences with girls at Kaylee's age. I had thought about this before, knowing that if she showed an interest in girls, that they would come around too. I knew she liked boys well enough and had prepared my hetero-dating responses a long time ago. Girls were an entirely different thing.

How would I have wanted my mother to respond if I showed an interest in girls at Kaylee's age when I was still living at home? My first thought was that I'd want my mother to be supportive. I remembered being confused enough trying to navigate the world at that age without having to come to terms with my own bi-sexuality; a sexuality that much of society still scorned.

I gave her my wise-mom smile. "All I know is this, kiddo. You are at an age when you can make your own decisions -- and should."

Kaylee beamed. "Ooh, at least there's one thing we agree on!"

She laughed my daughter's beautiful laugh.

I stroked her hair. "I'll be honest. I wish I had a mother that understood my confusions at your age. So, I'm trying to be that kind of mom," I confessed.

Kaylee's smile hitched up to one side. "Ummm... so just to be clear... kissing and stuff... is alright?"

I gulped, feeling an awkwardness that I was giving her far more latitude than the vast majority of parents would. But, it also felt freeing to give her a safe harbor, opportunity, and understanding that I hadn't dreamed of at her age.

I snorted, laughing, remembering our first birds and bees talk. "Well, if she can get you pregnant by it, you two can't do it!"

"Not funny," she feigned being mad.

"I honestly thought you'd go out with one of those girls that wanted to kiss you. Katie or... who's the other one?" I admitted.

"Lori. Katie and Lori."

"... and Lori."

"No, they are like totally lesbian for each other now. I see them at school and still talk to them," Kaylee shook her head and chewed her lip. "They just want to kiss each other now."

"Well, if they're in a relationship it's natural."

"I guess." Kaylee shrugged.

My daughter yawned and daintily lifted her legs off my lap.

"I should go to bed, any ways. I'm tired," she said from behind her hand, which she used to block the yawn.

"Good night, honey. Sleep well."

She stopped after a few steps and turned around.

"You know, you're actually a cool mom, by the way. Talking with me and trying to understand what I'm going through. Other moms would just try to make me do what they told me to," she thanked. "You're different. Better."

My heart warmed. That was one of the sweetest things I'd ever heard from here.

I loved my daughter.

* * *

It was another week before I met Kristen and I masturbated furiously the whole time.

Behind my eye-lids late at night, as I writhed under my cotton sheets, danced a leggy red-headed ballerina. I stroked my wet pussy lips, gasps escaping my lips into my empty bedroom. Kristen laid next to me, embracing me, a sleek leg wrapped around my hip. Her fiery hair whipped and thrashed, her hips rolled into my fingers, as she whispered how she had never been touched like this.

Shuddering at that sexy thought - I came, unleashing a torrent onto my fingers. I felt her hair tickle my breasts as Kristen came with me. My orgasm lengthened, amplified at the thought. My body shook from the electricity coursing through it, gasping my lust through clenched teeth, until the incredible flood was over. I laid there, sweaty sheets clinging to my damp skin.

"Kristen's coming over tonight," Kaylee reminded me earlier one morning, later in the week.

Kaylee brushed her hair in my bathroom as I showered. I wasn't sure why Kaylee insisted in getting ready in my bathroom many times. She had one of her own.

"Great. I can finally meet your mystery girl-fr... friend," I corrected myself, poking my head out from behind the opaque sliding glass door of the shower.

Kaylee informed me on several occasions that they were just dating. I still wasn't used to it.

My daughter frowned a little. "Just don't embarrass me. Okay, mom?"

I nodded. I looked forward to finally meeting Kristen.

"Okay. So, I won't show her all the pictures then. Just the ones when you were a baby. Wouldn't she think those are cute?" I stuck my tongue out for extra emphasis.

"Mom!!" Kaylee whined, tossing a towel she found hanging on the towel rack.

I swung the shower door shut just in time and the towel smacked harmlessly against the glass. I laughed hysterically

A nervous Kaylee prepped me the evening Kristen visited, informing me that this wasn't a big deal and that they were just going to hang out in her room. The big meeting was merely going to be an introduction and that was it.

I didn't hear them come in, preoccupied by putting some newly washed sheets in a closet and A Flock of Seagulls blaring in the background. I closed the door to the closet surprised to see both of them standing there, holding hands.

"Mom, this is Kristen," Kaylee introduced. "Kristen, this is my mom, Jennifer."

I smiled. "I prefer, Jen."

Kristen was more beautiful than I noticed on that dark night. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her legs. She was tall, about a head taller than Kaylee, and her blue eyes were alive with youthful curiosity. Her skirt, far shorter than any Kaylee wore, fell to about half-thigh. Her legs went on for miles.

"Nice to meet... Jen-... you," she said nervously, holding out her hand.

I took it, noticing it was really cold and clammy, her eyes downcast slightly, and we shook. When she pulled back and Kaylee grabbed her hand again, she fumbled a little bit, obviously embarrassed.

"It's alright, Kris," Kaylee looked at me nervously. "My mom understands."

I picked it up. "No worries, kiddo. I had a few girlfriends at Kaylee's age, too. I'm just glad to finally meet you."

I eyed Kaylee slightly at my use of "girlfriend", expecting some kind of response, but she didn't seem to notice.

"Please make yourself at home," I continued. "I'm going to make dinner in about an hour. If you are hungry, Kris, you can join us. I'll make extra," I offered, trying to be hospitable and make her feel comfortable.

"Thank you," Kristen smiled, seemingly more comfortable at the invitation. "Ms. Hart"

"Easy with the Ms. stuff," I sassed. "Jen is fine."

"Cool. Just let us know when it's done," Kaylee remarked, already tugging Kristen towards her room.

"Nice to meet you," Kristen called over her shoulder, waving slightly, giving me a long look before she was pulled into Kaylee's room.

Kaylee certainly made the introduction short like she said she would.

Kristen seemed like a nice enough girl. And even prettier up close. As I finished putting the sheets away and cooking dinner, I couldn't help but think about what they were doing in there. My kinky imagination was hard at work and it wasn't long before my panties were wet with the thoughts of what Kristen and my beautiful daughter might be up to behind that closed door.

* * *

Once Kaylee got over the initial discomfort of introducing me to someone she was dating, the three of us actually got along together well. I tried really hard, at the beginning, to just let them be. I didn't want to seem intrusive, which is something I wouldn't have wanted my mother to do with my girlfriend at that age. Kristen seemed to take a real liking to me very quickly and, consequently, Kaylee relaxed to the point where the three of us were hanging out together.

Kristen even liked spending time with me alone occasionally. She saw me in the evening, a couple times, coming over early and waiting for Kaylee while she was busy, away at a financial aid meeting or something. We bonded over clothes, some 80's and 90's music we both liked, and the occasional celebrity gossip.

"So, what movie will it be tonight?" I asked as I finished washing the last of the dishes.

Kaylee, Kristen, and I watched movies together occasionally. Kristen slept over with Kaylee a few times and during one of those evenings Kaylee suggested we also watch a movie. I suspect it started as just a way to be nice and inclusive but it turned into something that they continued with me.

"Kristen and me picked out a movie called Lenora," Kaylee replied.

"New to me. What's it about?" I asked.

"It's an older flick. From the 70's," came Kaylee's voice after a pause. "It's about a girl who meets a vampire."

"Interesting." I shrugged. "I never thought you were into horror movies, Kaylee."

I liked a lot of movies from the 70's. There was something raw about them. They seemed more realistic, unlike the super-slick and stylized version of reality put onto screen nowadays. But then again, I also liked some black and whites because they were glamorous. Consistency has never been my strong point.

"I didn't pick it. Kristen did," Kaylee informed.

"Oh?" I replied.

"Yeah. I do like certain vampire flicks," Kristen added. "The lezbion ones."

Kristen mangled the word lesbian into lezbion, interjecting a hint of facetiousness.

"I told her you'd like it, mom," Kaylee added quickly, giggling, and then turned towards Kristen. "Mom likes the pervy ones!"

"Kaylee Elizabeth Hart!" I chastised, feeling my cheeks warm.

Both girls doubled-over and laughed hysterically at my perturbed outburst. I shot my daughter a stern look but she was too absorbed in the giggle-fest to notice.

"It's... alright... Ms. Hart.. Jen," Kristen struggled to say between laughing fits. "It's kind of.. sweet actually."

They laughed more.

"Well, I hope it is," I cleared my throat.

"Mom, look around at us," Kaylee finally caught her breath. "Two girlfriends and her bi mom. Y'know?"

I eyed her, seeing the irony of my reaction, but was still miffed. "The only pervy ones around here are you two for renting this thing."

Kristen stifled a laugh.

"Snap! Who's the pervy one now, Kay!" Kristen covered her mouth, suppressing her laughter.

"Oh, be quiet!" Kaylee giggled, and bopped Kristen playfully with a couch cushion.

I chuckled at the absurd spectacle, finally realizing they were just playing, trying to rile me.

I finished washing my dish from dinner. I grew up in a household that always kept the dirty dishes in the sink for awhile and only cleaning them when the sink was full. It only disgusted me to see old bits of food caked onto plates and forks, so I got into the habit of cleaning immediately after meals. I heard Kristen and Kaylee chattering animatedly as I put away the pans and silverware.

"Who's got the lights?" I asked as I finished and walked into the living room.

"I do!" Kaylee volunteered and hopped up effortlessly, like one of those complicated ballet jumps she made look so easy.

"I hope you don't mind," Kristen looked at me, mockingly, with a slighted frown as she slid in next to me on the couch.

"Absolutely," I teased as Kristen leaned against me.

She snaked one of her lithe legs onto my knee. My eyes reflexively trailed up her lean leg to the hem of her skirt. I stared at Kristen's uncrossed legs, a sliver of skirt blocking my ability to see further up the inside of her thighs. I immediately looked away when I realized what I was doing.

Kristen leaned into me.

"I know we kidded you a little bit," Kristen confided. "But, to be honest, I kinda like the pervy ones too."

I looked at her and she stared back steadily. She smiled.

"I've always wanted to be the blonde girl in this film," Kristen added.

And then Kaylee dramatically jumped onto the couch beside us with a blanket in her hands.

"A blanket for our snuggling pleasure, miladies!"

Kaylee handed me an end and we spread it over us. After Kaylee dimmed the lights in the living room to a suitable movie-watching ambiance, they both neatly folded themselves onto the couch, legs intertwined. Kristen leaned into me and Kaylee cuddled into her.

Kristen slunk her arm under mine, "Ready!"

The movie was mixed, somewhere between a horror movie and lesbian erotica, but not really either. A young woman, probably eighteen or nineteen, leaves home, and encounters a string of villains attempting to seduce her. The eroticism was implied but heavily.

The main character, Lenora, was an alluring young lady with a beautiful and trusting face, buried innocently behind long locks of golden hair. I felt my insides churn during scenes when the character tastefully shed her clothing -- the shots carefully selected so only a profile or her back were shown.

I glanced sidewards, to my daughter and Kristen. Equally adolescent faces stared eagerly back at the screen, engrossed.

A movement caught my eye. It was rhythmic, the blanket continually rolling with movement. My breath caught in my throat as their hands caressed beneath. The movement was slight, slow, disguised.

I tried not to draw attention to the movement, but it was difficult not to. I shifted fervidly. Images of my first attractions to girls flooded my mind - heady and intense. I felt light-headed. Kristen's leg felt electric on my lap and I ached to rub against it.

My cheeks burned hot when the seductress of the movie, the lady vampire, enticed her young unwitting victim to undress. The seductress led the girl to a bath, caressing her as she bathed.

I've always wanted to be the blonde girl in this film echoed in my head as I watched this scene. I glanced toward Kristen.

Kaylee's leg lifted sightly and lowered as Kristen's shoulder and arm moved towards Kaylee. They didn't seem to notice me spy their subtle movements. As one rhythmic motion stopped, another one began. My skin tingled. I started to sweat from their horny subterfuge.

The seductress brought the young lady over to her bed, smoothing her hair out and brushed it. The contrast of nubile, young, and blossoming beauty with the sultry, refined, and ripe beauty was doing something crazy for me! Oh, Kristen coming over to my bed as I caressed her, letting me touch her, nightie slipping off her milky-white shoulder...

I felt like there was a lake in my panties and the blanket felt like an oven. My eyes flicked to my darling daughter and her girlfriend nervously, amorously. My hand, that rested on Kristen's knee, ached.

As the occasional flashes of light fell across my daughter's face in the darkened room, I noticed her mouth open slightly, eyes half-vacant, preoccupied, staring far away. My daughter's hips moved back-and-forth, imperceptibly, the only cue being the feeling of something slowly driving into the couch cushions and then pulling back. Horny teenagers having difficulty keeping their hormones in check and it was spilling over during this movie.

My stomach involuntarily shivered with white-hot lust. Kristen played with my daughter and Kaylee moved against those glorious sensations, very slowly, trying to be subtle. I anxiously averted my eyes. My hand slid off Kristen's knee because it was sweating so much. I didn't want her to notice.

Kristen's hand slunk underneath the blankets, across my lap, searching, retrieved my wayward hand, and slipped it back onto her knee. I glanced apprehensively at her and she winked, smiled. The nylon of her sheer grey pantyhose felt slick beneath my sweaty palms.

I wanted to touch myself when the movie ended, but didn't because I was afraid to and let them know my lecherous mind. Both girls untied themselves enthusiastically from themselves and stood in front of me, holding hands.

"Soooo?" Kaylee prompted me, awaiting a final answer.

"Soooo... w-what?" I gulped, overwhelmed with the desire to run into my bedroom to relieve myself.

"Can Kristin stay over?"

I forgot I hadn't given her a final answer.

My eyes were plastered to Kristen's thin skirt. The light from the television back-lit her, making her skirt ephemeral and see-through. The scrolling, red-lettered credits, and harsh contrasting light, made her pantyhose glimmer in the darkness. I saw the curves of her long, taut, dancer's legs, the swell of her hips, and every minute wrinkle and contour of her cotton underwear. I couldn't turn away from the area between her legs. Her nymph-like, gossamer appearance only accentuated her sexuality.

"Fine," I mouthed.

"Mumbler!" Kaylee teased.

"Oh...," I shook my head, my lips were numb. "It's fine. Honey. It's fine."

"You sure?" Kaylee giggled and teased. "You don't sound like it is!"

Kristin shifted her weight onto one leg, her legs sliding past one another with a faint swish of nylon. She stood slightly akimbo, one hand holding Kaylee's and the other on her hip.

"You could come to bed with us," Kristin suggested. "Watch another movie together."

"Yeah, mom. It's Saturday tomorrow," Kaylee agreed. "You don't have work."

I felt an encompassing warmth spread from between my legs to my belly.

"I.. I don't know," I stuttered.

The thought enticed me immensely. A dozen dirty scenarios flashed through my wretched mind.

The gossamer nymph moved closer to me, bending down, and laying her hand on my thigh. Her breath was hot against my face. I felt every hair on my body stand on end.

"We can lie down together," she volunteered smoothly. "I don't have any pajamas, so I will just be in my underwear... if you don't mind."

"Yeah," Kaylee added, enthusiastically. "Let's all snuggle together in my bed."

I gulped. My pussy was a sticky, aching mess. I shifted.

"What do you think?" Kristen prompted me in a velvety tone.

Kristen reached one hand back to her thigh, as if supporting herself as she bent over. She inched the hem of her dress further up her leg.

"You'll have to go back to your room after the movie's done, though, because... y'know!" Kaylee added cryptically.

My tongue was heavy. I could barely think.

"I know wh-what?"

"We'll be doing... things... together!"

"Oh..." I muttered.

I felt like she said something a million miles away and it took an eon to traverse that distance and filter through my brain.

"Wait. What things?" I asked, after realizing what she just said.

"Don't worry... we're not doing anything that can get us pregnant!" Kaylee giggled, reminding me of the rules I gave her when they started dating.

A dozen dirty things flooded my brain. I was floored by Kristen's flirts. Kaylee, however, seemed very unaware of the implication of Kristen's request. And, honestly, if Kristen was going to seduce me in front of Kaylee, I'd want my daughter to be comfortable with it. My wicked mind envisioned my daughter participating in the threesome, even if it were just as a voyeur.

"I s-should just go to sleep," my tongue struggled to form words. "Tired and all."

I faked a yawn. A nervous yawn.

"Hmph," Kristen withdrew.

"C'mon Kristen," Kaylee prompted, getting her to move towards her bedroom.

Kristen refused to move, at first, her arms across her chest. A slight smile crossed Kristen's face, a smile not unlike an amused cat playing with her prey.

"She's tired," Kaylee urged reasonably, tugging her girlfriend's arm around the corner.

Kristen stood pouting for a moment, her manicured fingernail between her teeth, begging me to change my mind.

"Okay, fine," Kristen gave in, exasperated, letting herself be pulled around the corner by Kaylee.

I toddled off to bed with a damp pussy that was throbbing like never before, stopping briefly in front of Kaylee's door to listen. Then, realizing what I was doing, I shook my head and continued onto my room.

I rubbed myself and I came in seconds. I heaved as I imagined my beautiful daughter and her attractive friend exploring each other's womanly charms. And when my shuddering stopped, I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and sucked on them, imagining Kristen's bittersweet taste.

* * *

I was awoken by a knock at my door. It was so faint and I didn't realize it wasn't part of my dream until I heard it a second time. A little perplexed, I threw on a shift and went to see what Kaylee wanted.

Kristen stood there, eyes downcast, hands together, much like the embarrassed girl she was the first time Kaylee introduced me. She was clad in only her underwear and a t-shirt. She wore Kaylee's over-sized Trailblazer shirt that Kaylee won in a raffle a few years back at a game.

"Honey, what's going on? It's late." I asked concerned.

There were several moments of silence as she wrung her hands.

"Can I come in for a sec?" Kristen finally asked, doe-eyed.

I smiled in a motherly manner, unsure whether she saw my sympathetic reaction in the low light.

"Of course, hun," I replied.

"I feel that I can actually talk to you about stuff," she confessed.

"I'm flattered that you think that way about me," I consoled. "Any friend of Kaylee is a friend of mine. Come on in."

I sat down on my bed and patted the mattress next to me. She floated over to me, walking on the toes of her feet like the dancer she was, and then settled on the bed next to me. Her leg touched mine.

"I'd love to hear what's on your mind," I soothed.

Kristen drew in a breath,"You will totally think I'm weird."

My eyes snapped up. I was staring at her shirt, without realizing it, admiring how her nipples poked through the Trailblazers symbol. I chastised myself for staring at her when she needed my counsel. I noticed her gaze was locked on my crossed legs.

"I don't think anything you are going through is weird," I admitted, thinking back to my own experiences. "I had a lot of questions too and wished I had someone to talk to. I had to find my answers the hard way."

Kristen smiled, "Okay, anything?"

"Anything." I tucked some hair behind her ear. "Kaylee and I talk all the time. I'm used to being a sounding board."

Kristen smiled wider and it seemed she grew a little more comfortable.

"It's actually not about Kaylee. It's something personal."

"That's fine, too. I'm open to anything you want to say."

"Well," she paused, gathering herself. "What do you think of me?"

I thought for a moment. "I think you are smart. Nice. You seem really good to Kaylee. I admire that because I've sheltered her a little and to have someone around her, like you, that is a little more worldly is good."

"Yeah?" Her demeanor lightened at the compliments and her posture straightened a little bit. She shifted closer to me.

"Yeah. There are a lot of good qualities about you," I replied and then chuckled. "Except you accidentally keep leaving your school books here all the time and I have to drive them over to your house. Gas isn't cheap!"

She laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that."

Then, she quieted and went back to her sombre tone.

"Anything else?" she wondered.

I was at a loss. She seemed to be fishing for something.

"Am I pretty?" she asked.

I thought it was an odd, insecure teenage thing to ask, but I satisfied her curiosity any way. "Yeah. I think someone would have to be blind to not think you are attractive."

"No, I mean," she faltered. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Electricity shot through me. Should I be completely honest?

"Kristen," I gulped. "I think that's an understatement..."

The teen smiled and slid even closer to me, looking into my eyes.

"You are really beautiful," she implored. "I wanted to spend the night with you tonight. Like me and Kaylee do."

I felt weak, strength ebbing from my whole body. A nervous, cold feeling rushed through me. My arms felt limp as I put my arms around her, and brought her into a motherly embrace.

"I-I think that is very flattering," I picked my words diplomatically, my mind sluggish. "But you are dating my daughter. Somehow I don't think it would work out if we did that."

"It will work out, Jen. I promise," she entreated, as she tenderly attempted to guide me onto the bed. "You'll see."

I was breathless with desire, as I felt her young, ready, sculpted body press fondly against me.

"I just want to kiss you," she pleaded.

I stopped her, despite what my body desperately wanted.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "There are things you just don't understand. I know my daughter. We have a very communicative relationship-..."

"That's what I'm saying...," she implored again.

"Listen," I interrupted her. "Kaylee and I talk a lot and we know each other very well. I wouldn't want to hurt my daughter by doing something behind her back."

I gently walked Kristen to the door.

"But, it wouldn't-..." she protested.

"I wish things were different," I admitted, putting a finger on her lips. "And I know you don't mean any harm, but I think it's something we shouldn't explore, you and I."

She looked dejected. I shut the door slowly, as she walked back to Kaylee's room, and let out a sigh of relief. I was buzzing with pent up excitement and I quickly relieved myself.

After a satisfying orgasm, I was on the edge of consciousness. As I drifted off to sleep I heard the a knock at the door again.

"Kristen..." I groaned, groggy.

"No, it's me, mom," I heard my daughter.

I put my hand to my head and rubbed it. I wondered if her and Kristen talked.

"Yes, honey," I said, exasperated, not wanting to deal with a talk about her girlfriend.

I heard Kaylee pad in and gently close the door behind her. I waited a moment preparing myself, eyes closed, and then opened them when I didn't hear her. Standing next to my bed was Kaylee -- and Kristen!

True to Kaylee's newly found ways, she stood there in nothing but panties, her bare breasts pale in the street light that streamed through the blinds. Kristen stood next to her in the same thing I saw her in last. They were holding hands.

"Hun," I said, more as filler since I didn't know what to say.

"It's alright, mom," Kaylee said in a calm, measured tone. "Kristen and I talked."

"About that...," I said defensively.

"Don't worry, mom. I'm actually glad you were protecting me," she deflected. "I just wanted you to hear what I had to say about it."

"Oh," I replied.

"I know you think Kristen and I are in a relationship... but it's not quite like that. I tried to tell you but I'm not sure if I said things right..."

I rubbed my eyes, "How so, honey?"

"I like Kristen. But it's not like we are like... together... y'know? She's free to do what she wants."

"Okay?" I replied not really understanding.

"We are just figuring things out. Kinda like you and your first girlfriend. Does that make sense?" Kaylee explained. "We're good friends, we just like to... you know?"

She didn't say it directly but I could tell what she meant by her motions. She slid her hand along the inside of her thigh, communicating to me they liked to rub each other.

"Well," I said flabbergasted, not thinking that I'd ever have a conversation like this with my daughter. "So, you are friends... with benefits?"

"I guess. I've heard that before..." she said confused, as she thought about it. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Kristen nodded her agreement.

I laid there as they let me absorb this new information. Kaylee always was the one that pressed her point if she didn't think someone was listening. She was strong-headed that way.

"So, I'm going to leave," Kaylee explained. "If Kristen comes back to my room, that's fine. If she doesn't, that's cool too. It's your choice, Mom."

I realized at that moment my daughter was changing in ways I never thought possible. She was exploring things that I had never even thought of when I was her age. I marveled at her open-mindedness. This new revelation about her personality was strangely captivating. She was one of the most beautiful people I knew -- and she was my daughter.

"And one more thing," Kaylee mentioned.

She hopped onto the bed and crawled on all fours over to me, her breasts swaying.

"Thank you for listening to me," she thanked and kissed me.

The world slowed down as the kiss landed tenderly and squarely on my lips -- the first time she had ever done that. It was a chaste peck and over in a second, but it was one of the most intimate things I had experienced. The head-rush hit me like a ton of bricks.

With that, she slid off the bed and was gone, closing my door behind her. Kristen stood there grinning devilishly.

"I told you it would work out," she jested.

I was too stunned from my daughter's kiss to say anything in reply. She regarded me a second, fingernail in her mouth again.

"Don't need this anymore," Kristen commented.

Her fingers hooked around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head with both her arms. Like my daughter, she was bare-breasted too, although her breasts were slightly larger than Kaylee's. I saw the cute pink areolas that poked out from the shirt earlier.

"Like?" Kristen said offhandedly. "I know Kaylee does."

Oh God! My darling, beautiful daughter sucking on Kristen's pink areolas, sliding her eager tongue across the tips!

Kristen slipped into bed and I covered her up with my comforter. She pressed her body against me with her full length. My clit rested firmly on her sculpted butt and the friction drove me crazy. I laid there, nervous, not knowing exactly how to proceed.

Several minutes later, Kristen made a little sound, cute but frustrated, and then searched for my hand. Finding it, she promptly brought it around her and placed it on her bare breast.