It was Emmy's first Thanksgiving away from family. Traveling home wasn't feasible, but happily Jane, her roommate, invited her to spend the weekend with her family. Emmy was welcomed, and she enjoyed the company of Jane's parents and the quaint beauty of their smallish midwestern town. The meal was superb, and she met several of Jane's extended family. They spent their evening playing cards and laughing. And Emmy even tried wine for the first time.
Eventually the other guests left and the family retired to their beds. Emmy fell asleep easily in the guest room they had prepared for her. But she awoke near 2:00am, and after a brief visit to the bathroom, made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. The only light came from the digital clock display on the oven and a dim glow from the setting crescent moon outside. She had already dispensed and sipped at her water before noticing Jane's mother, Catherine, sitting in shadow at the dining table a few feet away.
"I hope I didn't wake you," Catherine said.
"No, I just... I was thirsty," Emmy replied.
"Me too," Catherine smirked, pouring more wine into her glass. "Want some?" she asked, after a sip.
"Um, sure," said Emmy, taking a seat across from her.
Catherine slid her glass across the table to her. Emmy was surprised at the offer of Catherine's own glass, but she hid it well and sipped the red gift appreciatively. It seemed a little bit different from her dinner wine; more intoxicating, perhaps; and Emmy took the opportunity to indulge in its scent and to savor the new flavor.
As her eyes better adjusted to the room, she began to see that Catherine wore only a scant negligee, sheer enough to reveal the pigment of her areolas, and thin enough to highlight the form of her full and shapely breasts. Emmy felt outclassed in her own soft but functional nightshirt, which easily concealed her two much less prominent breasts.
"Did you have a good Thanksgiving?" Catherine asked.
"Yes," Emmy replied. "Thank you so much for having me."
"It's our pleasure," Catherine smiled. "We love to share our traditions with new people."
"The games were really fun," said Emmy. "And of course the wine is also nice."
"I can't believe you've never had alcohol," said Catherine.
"Well, I'm just nineteen," Emmy reminded her.
"True," said Catherine. "And I guess times were different when I was younger. Or maybe you're just a good girl."
Emmy smiled.
"And you're very pretty," said Catherine.
The compliment caught Emmy off-guard, and she nearly tipped her glass when she set it down.
"Oops -- uh, thanks," Emmy grinned, feeling a little bit light-headed. "I think you're beautiful too. And I like your house. Everything is so nice here."
"Thank you," said Catherine. "Alright -- one more sip for me, and then I think I'll be off to bed."
"Me too," said Emmy. They each took another sip, and Catherine stood first. Her negligee was shorter than Emmy might have guessed. She couldn't tell whether Catherine wore panties, but she tried not to study the area too obviously, despite curiosity.
Emmy stood up too, and the pair carefully made their way toward the hall. But they almost collided when Catherine stopped suddenly at the edge of the hall, turning to face Emmy.
"I really am glad you are here with us," Catherine said, reaching out and tucking Emmy's hair behind her ear. "I hope you are comfortable."
"I'm glad too," said Emmy, feeling awkwardly close, but too shy and unsteady to step backward.
"Holidays so far away from home can be lonely," Catherine continued, toying softly with Emmy's earlobe.
"Yeah," Emmy said, unsure how to respond. A few seconds passed in silence, and Catherine didn't withdraw her hand. "I, uh... I don't feel... I mean... you make me feel... um... not lonely," Emmy offered, haltingly.
Catherine smiled, leaned in and kissed Emmy on the cheek. Emmy discerned a genuine sweetness in Catherine's embrace; almost motherly, but different somehow. She recalled all of the pleasant tastes and comforts of the day, the fun and the smiles. Emmy kissed Catherine's cheek in return, and then looked into her eyes and smiled. Catherine smiled back. Emmy wrapped her arms around Catherine and gave her a sincere hug. Catherine hugged back, affectionately rubbing Emmy's back with both hands.
Emmy felt Catherine begin to kiss the side of her neck, until the warmth of her breath sent a shiver through her. Catherine arched backward slightly, looking down at Emmy. "You're cold?" Emmy followed Catherine's gaze down to her own chest, seeing that her nipples had become little pebbles under her nightshirt. Emmy smiled self-consciously and shrugged it off, "not really."
"Well, the nips don't lie," Catherine grinned. "We should get you to bed," she said, her hands tracing down Emmy's arms and clasping her fingers. "It's been getting colder these days, but your bed should be warm enough," she said. "I sleep in there sometimes when Henry's snoring keeps me up. That's why I was in the kitchen, actually. But you're a little bit skinnier than I am, so let me know if you need an extra comforter or anything else."
"Thanks," Emmy said, starting down the hall, and finding a need to steady herself along the wall. Catherine kept one of Emmy's hands and led her back to the guest room. An unusual sound came from within. Peering in, they found Catherine's husband, Henry asleep and naked, face-down on Emmy's bed.
"Tsk -- too much wine in him," Catherine sighed. "He only drinks on special occasions. He probably got a little lost coming to look for me. So sorry, Emmy."
"It's okay," said Emmy, trying her best to disguise her bemusement.
"Honestly, it's probably better not to wake him up at this point. Why don't we trade rooms, just for tonight," Catherine suggested. "Is that alright?"
"Um... sure," Emmy said.
"Thanks for being so easy," Catherine said, leaning in to kiss Emmy on the cheek again. Nearing, however, she altered her course and kissed Emmy on the lips. Emmy was somewhat stunned, and unthinkingly her hand brushed against Catherine's lower body, confirming that she indeed was not wearing panties. The surprise sped her heart rate, and Emmy suddenly felt more alert.
"Uh, g-goodnight," Emmy stammered, before retreating hastily to the master bedroom. She couldn't believe she had kissed Jane's mother, and had accidentally touched her nethers. She closed the door softly and escaped into the rumpled linens of the large bed. Her racing heart gradually slowed, but her mind continued to turn over the strange circumstances of the night. The perfumed sheets filled her senses with Catherine, and she couldn't stop thinking about her familiar touching, the soft feeling of lips pressed to hers, and the incidental contact with her naked mound.
She reasoned that Catherine had probably just had a bit too much wine. They all had. Perhaps in the morning they wouldn't remember things the same, or at all. Emmy turned over several times during the next half hour, trying to fall asleep. She gradually made her way further into the middle of the bed. Eventually her foot encountered a curious object tangled under the covers. She reached down and took hold of the unfamiliar thing, and drew it out to inspect it. She couldn't see it well in the dark, but running her fingers along its length she could surmise it was a realistic veiny dildo, with Catherine's missing panties dangling damply from its silicone scrotum.
Emmy sighed and put it back under the covers, kicking it down past her feet. The alarm clock next to her displayed 3:21am. She rolled over again, away from the clock and toward the door, only to find her face at crotch-level with Catherine, still bottomless, standing near the bed. Emmy scooted back as Catherine climbed under the covers with her. She lay down facing Emmy and said, "Hey there. I couldn't sleep either."
Emmy didn't know what to say. She just looked back, blankly. Catherine continued, "when I kissed you, I noticed that you, kind of, um... touched me."
"It was an accident," Emmy said quietly.
"Yes, I thought so," said Catherine. "But it reminded me that I wasn't wearing my panties -- which I had totally forgotten until then. Sorry about that."
"It's okay," said Emmy.
