Had she been prone to modesty, Mason would have covered herself. The 19-year old girl had caught her and her mother in the act of lesbian sex, but Sam didn't seem at all out of sorts. She made no move to cover herself, indeed, she just smiled at the girl and then back at Mason.
"I don't think that's my call to make, dear. Mason, this is my daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Mason β she's Michelle's roommate."
Boldly, the younger girl walked over to the edge of the bed and kissed Mason hello. The sexy girl had full, pouty lips and she made the kiss last just long enough to hint to Mason there might be more if she so chose.
"Michelle β your ex?" Tamara asked, Samantha nodding.
The imposing blonde turned to Mason and told her "After Tamara's father died, I told her everything. I loved her father, but I knew I couldn't stay in mourning for too long. I'm too passionate a woman. Tamara was very understanding β it turns out my daughter and I share many of the same traits."
Tamara sat beside them on the bed and it was obvious she was checking Mason out. "Including a passion for beautiful women, right Mom?"
"Right."
"Have you two ever ...?"
"Shared the same woman? On several occasions." Samantha told her as she got up and put on the black negligee she had worn earlier.
"At the same time?"
Tamara nodded.
"Do you two ever ...?"
Neither woman answered that question and Mason wasn't sure she needed an answer. It was their business and Mason had never been the judgemental sort. The two women were obviously comfortable together, if that extended to their sexuality, so be it. Samantha spoke up.
"We didn't have those drinks I promised you, but would you prefer coffee and somethng sweet?" Mason nodded. "Me too. Mason, why don't you and Tamara talk. Take your time darlings β and Tamara, be on your
best
behavior!"
"Aren't I always, Mom?" Tamara teased as her mother left the room.
"Your mother is one very together lady." Mason said as Tamara sat closer on the bed.
"Yeah, she's cool. She misses Michy though β I think she fell hard for Michelle. Does Michelle miss her?"
"I think so. I'm going to try and get them together again, Michelle's very special to me and she deserves to be happy."
"Wow. What a really nice thing to do. That's just so cool, Mason. You're beautiful inside too. But I've got to tell you, looking at your curvy body is getting me so hot. I didn't hook up with anyone tonight and I'm really horny. Can I kiss you?"
"Please."
This kiss was not just warm and friendly, it was sensual, delicious, passionate. Mother and daughter, both could kiss β Mason's desire to bed the daughter was just as strong as her desire to bed the mother. Mason's strong arms held the 19-year old girl tight, she enfused as much of her passion into the kiss as she could, hoping that Tamara's own body would yield to her lesbian lusts.
It did. Tamara moved closer, kissing Mason, their tongues dueling. Mason's hands ran through her long, wavy brown hair, Tamara closed her eyes and let her mind imagine how wonderful it was going to feel having Mason's lips on her skin, her hands on her body, their bodies grinding together, tits against tits, their cunts grinding together, noisy sex filling the house, noises she knew that Samantha could hear. The pair loved hearing each other having sex, it was one of their perverted kinks. Already Tamara could feel her body readying itself for a session of girl-girl loving she knew would leave her weak and trembling.
"I β I want to make love with you Mason, I really do. Would you like to have sex with me? Please, don't stop kissing me β just do it
all over
and make me cum!"
Mason found it very endearing to hear the lanky brunette begging, she quietly agreed and she squeezed Tamara's leather-clad ass. The young darling had a beautiful ass, she couldn't wait to bare it, Mason slid the mini down thighs that were silky soft and subtly perfumed. Tamara reminded Mason of some of her other lovers, they liked the little touches, they were sensualists. Mason's mind drifted briefly to Marta β she and Tamara were alike in some ways, different in others. What was Marta up to right now? When would she and Marta share a bed? Every time she and the younger girl got together, she ached to initiate her into the lesbian arts. It had to happen β soon.
"How's my sweet baby?" Neal grinned as Marta got in the car. Her miniskirt was the tiniest he'd ever seen her wear, it was just a strip of cloth. Her blouse was a black chiffon and she wore nothing beneath it, her skin was bare and sweetly perfumed.
"Fine, sugar daddy. Are we going to lunch first or do we just go back to your place and