At first, Kaylee and I didn't talk about the events that happened in my bedroom. She took it all in stride with an uncharacteristic serene acceptance. I, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable about it. Part of me wanted to broach the topic.
After wrestling with the idea of bringing it up for a few weeks, I realized that I didn't need to. She made a few playful wisecracks about the new arrangement and we still carried on like before: talking about boys and girls, snuggling, and sharing movies together. I realized I was okay with it if my daughter could tease me lightheartedly about it, as if we were just girlfriends talking about crushes.
Other things also got a lot more casual around the household.
* * *
The arrangements were made. She called me before I drove over to pick her up from the dance studio. My daughter wanted Kristen to spend the night again and I gave my automatic answer of yes.
Kaylee was old enough that she didn't need to ask permission to bring her girlfriend. I didn't want her to live in a household like the one I grew up in.
I had to ask permission to have house guests right up until I left at twenty-two. Decisions like this were another rein I needed to let go to nudge her into womanhood.
Kristen and Kaylee were waiting out front of the studio as I pulled up.
Walking up to the car, they looked like any pair of adolescent best friends, chatty and animated, laughing, and gesturing wildly. The everyday melodrama of eighteen-year-old youth.
When Kaylee shut the heavy door of the SUV with a metallic thunk
, a lot of things changed. In the privacy of the back seat and away from prying eyes, Kristen's hand found Kaylee's. My daughter scooted close to Kristen, brushed the red hair from her girlfriend's shoulder and rested her head there.
I smiled at them in the rear-view mirror, remembering my own young loves, and put the car into gear. Their voices dropped to whispers as I pulled out onto the street.
We stopped off at Kristen's place before we got to our house. She was in and out in a mere fifteen minutes, bounding down the walkway towards the car, floating on her toes, as if she was whooshing across the stage at a ballet performance.
"Glad only my mom was there. I would have gotten questioned to death if my dad was," she said, relieved.
Apparently, those reins I was loosening for Kaylee were still firmly in place for Kristen. Her dad seemed to have the hardest time with it.
I zoned-out on the drive back, thinking about what to make for dinner and trying not to intrude on what was going on in the back seat. The hushed voices were none of my business.
"We're going to take a shower," Kaylee announced, as we walked in the door. "Did you wash those towels, last night?
I glanced at them. They stood close together, my daughter's arm hanging loosely around Kristen's waist, as she asked the question. Still clad in their ballet outfits and dancer's tights, it made for a pretty picture.
"Oh!" I put my hand to my forehead. "No, I didn't. I was so tired. I have one that Kristen can borrow, though."
I neglected to throw the towels in the dryer before I went to bed last night. They were bound to smell funky by now, but nothing that my ingenious mixture of 20 Mule Team Borax, pine cleaner, and fabric softener couldn't fix.
On the bright side, I always had a backup. I kept a spare in my bedroom, a precaution learned when Kaylee slid into her teens. She often forgot to include her dirty towels in with the laundry, a product of that aloof attitude that teens have. She was better about it now, but my habit stuck, and I always had a spare.
I zipped into my bedroom as soon as I had a moment.
"Here you go, Kristen." I handed her the threadbare magenta terry. "Not the prettiest, but it'll do in a pinch."
She took it, nodding gratefully. "Cool. Thanks, Jen. I owe you one."
Kristen was still smiling at me as Kaylee dragged her towards her bathroom. They disappeared behind the door and I heard the sharp snick
of the lock.
I chuckled. Were they really worried I'd barge in on them? Even if I did, what would I really see? Two naked teens covered in suds didn't seem all that horrifying. Not to me anyway.
Forty-five minutes later, they bounded onto the couch, towels wrapped snugly around their fit bodies, skin pink and glistening.
I was flipping absently through television channels when my daughter snuggled up to me. Kristen plopped herself down into my lap and tugged my arms around her. I felt the sweltering humidity of Kristen's moist skin.
"Hello there, girls. Any hot water left for me?" I chided.
The two girls giggled their guilt in stereo. I relished my beautiful daughter's laugh and the wicked feeling of having her girlfriend's body pressed against mine in front of her.
"So, what are you up to tonight?" I asked. "You can borrow the car if you two want to go out."
They continued giggling, but looked slyly at each other when I asked the question.
"Thinking about staying in tonight," Kaylee replied.
Then, Kristen dramatically turned her head to me and asked in a purposefully exaggerated voice, "Do you want to hang, Jen?"
It was a rhetorical question. Of course I wanted to hang with them.
"Sure," I replied reflexively. "I have this new movie that we might like..."
I stopped as it dawned on me what Kristen implied with the word 'hang'. It was also a word used when Kristen and my daughter wanted to masturbate together and didn't want to be crass about it.
"Ugh," Kaylee teased, playfully, with an over-dramatic eye-roll. "Last thing I want to do is watch my mom and my friend hang
with each other."
"No," Kaylee continued, becoming more serious, and waving her hand. "You two have fun. I have a hot date with a book."
Kaylee's eyes darted between the two of us and then she leaned in and kissed Kristen's on the lips, her hands sliding onto her girlfriend's long legs. Kristen and Kaylee were easing me into their public display of affection, but treating me as if I needed to get used to the idea of them kissing each other. Like the shower bit, I really didn't mind seeing two beautiful teenage girls kissing.
Their kiss was searching and tender. It wasn't a full open-mouthed kiss with tongue but it wanted to be. They broke it off in a moment. With her cheeks flushed red with excitement and her pupils dilated with fiery ardor, Kaylee's eyes flicked to my mouth, and she nervously gave me a quick peck on the lips. I didn't protest.
"Come back to my room after, Kris. I want to hang out, too, some more." Kaylee winked.
" 'Kay, Kay," Kristen agreed and patted my daughter's thigh.
My daughter left the couch.
Both Kristen and I watched Kaylee leave and then Kristen's eyes slid to me. She wriggled her eyebrows comically and grinned with mischief. "So? What do you feel like doing first, Ms. Hart?"
So much for dinner. Kaylee would have to fend for herself.
* * *
Kristen's body jerked as her first orgasm tore through her. She was on her back, glistening with sweat, and I was stretched out next to her, hands buried between her legs. I continued toying with her, plying her sensitive and swollen pussy lips.
She was overcome and dizzy and rewarded me with the most adorable whimpering noises as she recovered from her climax.
"Wowwie, that was a good one!" she groaned when she caught her breath.
She rolled me onto my back and stretched her leg across my torso, moving herself up on top of me, straddling my stomach. I felt her well-muscled butt on me flexing, as she maneuvered into her new favorite position. Leaning back, one hand supported herself on my leg while the other hand grazed my aching slit.
Sex with Kristen was beyond fun. She was clever and shameless. She needed a lot of guidance at first, but she learned quickly. Lately, she surprised me with inventive little twists of her own. She'd make some lucky woman very happy one day.
"Kaylee's a kick," she commented, as her talented fingers trailed up and down my lips.
"Oh?" I asked carefully. It was the first time she'd mentioned my daughter during our sessions.
"Some of the things she says are out there." Kristen said. "But she's sweet. She's fun."
Kristen tapped at my slit now, changing things up. "Did she ever tell you about the time we met?"
I shook my head, lips mashed together. It was hard to talk with her touching me like this. I was having enough trouble keeping my eyes from crossing.
"It was boys, actually. That's how we got to know each other. We talked about boys. Funny, right?" Her fingers parted my lips just barely and toyed with my entrance before easing away again. Maddening.
I nodded, barely listening. She could have been reading a phone-book right now.
"So this one time when she was at my house, we talked -- about kissing guys. I'd never done it. Home-school and now private school."
Kristen leaned down until the tips of her bangs brushed my forehead. We traded a few breaths and she licked my lips, watching the effect she was having on me. Her fingertips began circling my clit.
"Want to know what Kaylee said to me? So, she asked if I wanted to practice. On her. Hot, right?"
My sly little daughter!
I blinked and nodded, my mouth falling open, hips writhing on the bedspread. Her touch. Her words. I was getting close.
"Oh, Jenny!" Kristen cooed. "I love how you are moving your stomach against me like that. Feels sooo good."
Her eyes narrowed and she started grinding her hips down into my belly, tribbing against my stomach. Her lips pursed as the sensations rolled through her pussy and clit.
"It's like humping a water bed," she moaned. "Very nice."
Distracted, her fingers stopped and I found my voice. "Did you kiss her that night?" I husked.
"Mmmhmmm." Kristen nodded. "And then eventually, we started masturbating in front of each other."
She studied me as she went back to her wicked teasing, fingertips fluttering up and down between my legs. I would either cum or go crazy. Pretty much a coin toss.
"I can tell you something," Kristen continued, still riding my stomach some more. "Your daughter is an amazing kisser. I'm glad she was my first. Her lips. Her tongue..." Kristen trailed off.
The image of them lip-locked in a heated teenage embrace burrowed itself deep into my head.
"I'm going to cum!" I gasped.
"Mmm, cum for me, Ms. Hart!" Kristen snickered.
My vision focused on her green eyes glittering down at me. So young. So wonderfully wicked. I jerked twice then my orgasm uncoiled from my middle in a long, hot wave out to my limbs. I saw nothing but white.
"Wow!" Kristen giggled, as I wrenched and grunted. "I can feel your orgasm through my pussy from your stomach!"
* * *
"Is it alright if I ask you some things?" Kaylee asked me out of the blue one evening as we sat next to each other watching TV.
"Of course, kiddo. What do you want to know?" I replied as I continued to watch the screen.
"It's about girls...," she hazarded. "And you gotta answer. No take-backs."
"Anything," I replied.
"And it's about Kristen, too."
I aimed the remote at the TV and muted it. I sighed inwardly. It was one of those conversations.
"Okay, honey" I replied, trying to sound upbeat. She had never asked me about Kristen in that tone since they started dating. It had to be serious. "Did you two have a fight or something?"
"No," she answered, to my relief. "I was wondering. What do you two do together?" my daughter wondered.
"You know. What kind of things do you and Kristen do together... in bed?"
I gave her a sidelong glance. "We do bedroom things. In my bedroom. On my bed...," I chided her, but also tried to dodge the question.
"Mom!" Kaylee huffed. "No, really. You said you'd answer the question."
Kaylee nudged me with her shoulder playfully, trying to make light of the conversation.
I didn't really want to have any part of this conversation. It felt so awkward. But I'd had the lack of judgment to sleep with my daughter's girlfriend.
The details of my sex life were up for grabs now.
My daughter could be persistent when she wanted something. "C'mon, we're both doing it with her. What's the harm in talking about it?" she added, while I took that moment to contemplate.
"We probably do the same things you two do," I offered simply, keeping up my evasiveness but I understood that it was probably a lost cause.
I was usually straightforward with Kaylee about sexual things. The difference here was that we were talking about someone we were both sleeping with.
"I know." She shrugged. "Not trying to put you on the spot. Just wondering, you know?"
"Here's the thing," she continued, brow creasing. "I guess I'm not really clear on what kinds of things girls can do with each other."
My mouth fell open and I shut it hastily. Was she asking me for instructions? Part of me was mortified. The other part -- the unseemly part -- was intrigued. My stomach fluttered with lust. Visions danced through my head of these two teenagers fooling around with each other, in their fumbling effort for sexual gratification.
But I also marveled at my brave little daughter, at her courage to ask about the things she didn't fully understand. I didn't have the pluck at her age to bring up half the topics we'd talked about in the last nine months.
She smiled slightly as she looked at me, watching my wheels turn.
"Well." I sighed, resigning myself to my fate. "Besides touching each other? I'm really not sure what I do with her that you don't."
Kaylee's head cocked, thoughtfully. "You rub yourself in front of each other?" Her voice rattled with desire. "Or do you actually rub, you know, each other?"
"Each other. Usually."
"All the time? Or just sometimes?"
"Most of the time."
I watched a bright flush creep across my daughter's cheeks.
"Yeah. Why? Don't you?"
"God, that's hot!" she panted. "We're usually just rubbing ourselves in front of each other. Not rubbing each other," Kaylee explained.
She demonstrated with her body movements, putting her hand between her legs in masturbation position, as if I didn't know what she was talking about.
"She's never touched you?"
"Well, through tights and underwear, yeah." she murmured apprehensively, after a pause. "I didn't just gross you out telling you that, did I?"
I smiled and shook my head. That seemed to make my daughter more content that I was comfortable with her questions and descriptions.
Kaylee paused for a moment, staring off into the space between us. Her palm traced absent circles on her thigh. And a thought seemed to suddenly occur to her.
"Wait. With underwear on or off?" she husked in a quiet voice, as if someone would overhear.
She held her breath, hanging on my answer like sweat pooling on a brow during the long climb to a satisfying orgasm.
"Without underwear," I confessed.
"You perv!" Her hand shot to her mouth in astonishment. "Wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that!"
She glanced away with embarrassment at her little outburst.
I realized that this information was all probably so new to her and empathized with her. Considering the circumstance of this conversation, there was plenty of room for surprise on both ends.
I put my arm around her and scooted her closer in a more motherly, caring embrace. I clasped her hands in mine and rested them on my lap.
"No, honey, it's alright," I reassured her in a comforting tone.
"Can I say something really, really personal, then?" she ventured. "Promise you won't get mad?"
"Promise," I said, my words catching in my throat. Part of me was concerned but this conversation was making me very wet.
"We did that once, her touching me, skin on skin...," her voice trailed off for a moment.
Her hand that I had placed in my lap began tracing the same circles now, on my thigh. Small movements, at first, but languid and becoming gradually larger. I watched her hand for a moment.
"It felt so good, it was ridiculous!" she almost croaked.
I felt my pussy get wetter and hotter feeling her fingers on my thigh and hearing her. I pulled her even closer now in what I told myself was another motherly embrace. One arm was around her, cradling her. The other arm went around her waist, my hand slipping to the side of her leg.
She snuggled into me, pressing her body into my side. I felt what I was certain was a nipple dig into my ribs.
"Do you.. have any questions about it? Skin on skin?" I prompted, realizing her strokes were meandering, inching up my leg.
She looked at me but not seeing, lost in whatever sexual thoughts my daughter kept locked in her head.
"What's it... feel like, Mom. To you?" she asked softly, as her wandering hand continued stroking upwards, slinking, pushing back the hem of my loose skirt.
My stomach lurched a little as I took a risk and slid my hand further down her leg. I hugged her closer.
"Yeah. Skin on skin."
She rolled her hips into me and her fingers danced figure-eights on my upper thigh.
"Yeah," she repeated, eyes still distant, hungry. "If I were touched, how would it feel?"
A chill danced down my spine. My fingers slipped to her upper thigh, underneath her skirt. I pulled my fingernails across her ivory skin.
"Electric... sensual... giddy," I described.
I shivered with lust as her hand explored my leg. My fingers inching longingly to the tender inside of hers, trying to get as close to her intimate place as possible. I couldn't help myself.
"What else?" she swung the leg I was caressing outwards, making just enough room for my fingers. The tips of my fingers felt the hot nylon between her legs.
"Heady." I gulped. "Intimate. Raw."
Our faces were mere centimeters away from each other, noses almost touching, my beautiful daughter in my arms. The urge to kiss her welled up in my chest.
"Beautiful," I said to her more than anything.
Kaylee nodded, looking from my eyes to my mouth and back again.
I slipped a finger between her legs, pulling my fingernail again, along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and she shivered.
"I think about you, you know." Kaylee bit her lip. "I mean, the two of you. How you probably do it differently," her voice wavered and choked a bit. "You're way more experienced than me."
I felt so much for my darling daughter that it was overwhelming. So pretty. So close. My heart beat in my ears and a throb answered from between my legs.
I loved her so much.
Kaylee shifted and her hair fell across her collar-bone and neck. Her hair smelled like lavender. I felt her hot, heavy breath against my cheek.
My daughter closed her eyes. Her lips twitched as if she was imagining it. I wanted to lean in so badly. Should I kiss her? Did she want me to?
My neck moved of its own accord. God, I was really going to do it. Heaven help me.
Kaylee rescued us both. "I should probably go to my room," she said weakly, her voice a mere whisper.
I snapped back into reality, with her answer, although my body screamed its needs.
"To your room?" It was all I could manage.
She nodded, regaining her composure. She looked like she was going to faint a moment ago.
"Yeah... to take care of... some things?" Her voice came back more confidently.
"Things?" I asked wryly as she rose from the couch.
"Mom!" She smiled. "Yes, personal things!"
"Fine, kiddo!" I laughed back, and swatted at her behind playfully. "Get outta here so I can take care of some personal things, too. Otherwise, you'll have to watch!" I threatened.
She shot a look of mock terror back at me and disappeared lithely around the corner.
I wasted no time hiking up my dress up to my chest. I simply shoved my hand down my panties and began masturbating.
My head was a whirlwind of guilt and arousal. My eyes tracked the muted TV. We were watching a rerun of Keeping Up With the Kardashians
before Kaylee excused herself to her room.
I watched curvy Kim and imagined her slipping into my bed, kissing me, rubbing me. My fantasy became more vivid and crude, as my impending orgasm neared. I imagined another hand, another girl joining us.
My daughter moaned when her lips met Kim's. They groped, Kaylee's curious hands grasping Kim's ample breasts and running her fingers through the TV-vixen's long, black hair. Kim groaned her approval. That nasty woman loved being pleasured by my child.
I shook my head trying to clear Kaylee out of my thoughts but, as Kim turned away from my horny daughter, towards me, her face morphed into Kaylee's. It was my daughter's moist lips that met mine, her young, taut body that pressed against me in eager lust.
She told me she loved me in a whisper only I could hear; an adoring secret to be shared with me alone.
My climax exploded. I bit back my daughter's name, turning it into a mad, grunting whimper. My body contracted, hunching into the powerful wave of lust. I ground my clit hard, prolonging the release. I was barely able to breathe, sucking in air like a marathon runner, as the crude thought wracked my body with multiple orgasms. Oh God!
It stretched out when I just wanted it to end. The guilt was exquisite, piling on a dimension of pleasure that I never knew was possible. The orgasm was one of the most satisfying releases I had in my life.
In the weakness and exhaustion that followed, as Kim's stunning face and curvaceous body taunted me on-screen, I heard something I rarely heard anymore.
Kaylee's footsteps easing down the hall.
I heard her door close quietly behind her.
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