This particular chapter sets up the main character and a couple of prominent players in her life. It does not contain any sex scenes. I felt that having this first chapter combined with the second would be too long of a read. Please bear with me. Scoring and comments are off for this chapter. Thank you.
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My name is Celine Devereux. I'm twenty-five years old, sort of your average girl next door.
My father was a gambler. He hid it very well until about my fifteenth birthday when he skimmed around ten thousand dollars from the business he and my mother were building up. He took it to Las Vegas where he lost it all overnight. At the time, my mother was worried sick that he'd vanished without a trace. That was until her CPA told her the funds were missing. It wasn't until the following month when the Las Vegas police called informing her they'd found him or what was left of him. He'd lost everything, got drunk, then drove out to the desert. It happened to be one of the hottest weeks on record. They figured he was too drunk to get out of the car during the day. He died from heatstroke or whatever it's called. Some dirt bike riders found him a couple of weeks later. When they identified him, she got the call. My mother took it very hard despite being the stereotypical hard-driving businesswoman.
Her attitude towards men in general, shifted about that time also. I'm guessing the two events were related somehow because she hasn't dated a man since.
I think I've always been shy because both my parents were overachievers. Their expectations of me were far greater than I could accomplish. When he was around, I was daddy's princess; he overlooked all my shortcomings. Mom, on the other hand, wanted me to be just like her, always pushing, outgoing, and never settling for what I was given. When my father died, I came to grips with it all. That's when my mother and I became closer.
When I turned eighteen, mom suggested we start a tradition for the two of us. She decided we'd take long extended vacations to bond and let our hair down. That's when I started liking my mother; she became a normal person.
I'm twenty-five now and for the past three years, we've booked river cruises in Europe. We spend a couple of days in the cruise departure city followed by a few more in the city at the end of the cruise making it close to two weeks total.
It was five years ago that mom made her big confession to me. This wasn't too hard to grasp; she told me she'd been dating women. She'd grown to prefer them over men. She didn't consider herself a lesbian, but others would disagree. I guess having me technically made her bisexual, not that it mattered to me.
At first, I was dumbfounded. I nodded and told her I understood, but I didn't. I didn't freak out or do anything rash. She's my mother. I respect her decisions plus I love her. I didn't see anything wrong with loving a woman like she once loved my father. I only wanted her to be happy, she was my mom after all.
Over the years I've met a few of the ladies she's dated. There have been quite a few distinctive looks and personalities, but this last one threw me for a loop. The ones I met were nice, respectful along with being close to her age. Tamera was different. She was a little older than me. I would guess slightly over thirty. Mom met her at the ladies-only gym she belongs to. She's one of the personal trainers there and is ultra-fit. Mom inadvertently introduced me one Sunday morning when I came over for our weekly five-mile run and brunch.
I parked in the driveway at mom's house not noticing anything askew as I walked up the stone steps to the front door. It was a beautiful spring morning, the birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and I was in a great mood. Mom and I have an open-door policy so I used my house key to let myself in. Usually, mom is dressed and ready to go when I get there. We've been doing these runs for over a year. It's one of our ways to keep in touch. This morning she wasn't downstairs waiting. I called out in a normal tone of voice a couple of times, no answer. I began to think the worst as I slowly climbed the staircase to check the bedrooms. I'd take a couple of steps, listen then repeat. Her door was open. As I crept closer, I could hear faint moaning. I wasn't sure if it was painful moaning or not. I made sure I was extra quiet looking around for some type of weapon just in case. Instead, I took out my cell and punched in 9-1-1 but didn't hit send.
As stealthily as I could, I crept to the doorway to listen in. I bent down to peek in, my finger ready to hit send on my phone. Much to my amazement, mom was laying on the bed. A young woman about my age was propped back on the pillows against the headboard. Her long blonde hair cascaded off her shoulders. I could make out well-defined abs and small breasts as my mother lay, face buried between this girl's legs, her hands propped under the girl's ass happily licking away.
The girl was encouraging her in a normal tone of voice, telling her how sweet she was and what a good job she was doing as she ran her fingers through my mother's red locks. Mom was enjoying herself as obviously the young woman was. When the young woman told her that she was being very good, my mom's 'enthusiasm' seemed to increase bringing the girl to a stunning climax. It was then I realized I'd been gawking at them for a good five minutes or more. I cautiously backed out of the doorway then returned downstairs to make enough noise so they would think I'd just arrived.
I knew mother liked women but seeing this was something I'd never thought I'd witness.
I made a ton of noise this time calling out to mom at the top of my lungs. I could hear an 'oh shit!' and fumbling around as I made myself at home on the sofa waiting for mom to appear downstairs, but what I got was a frantic, "I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
As I waited, the young woman who had been the focus of my mother's attention casually walked down the stairs. She was dressed in a tiny cut off tee that showed off her abs along with the lower half of her boobs barely below her nipples I would have guessed. She was in short shorts that barely covered anything, barefoot, sporting a huge smile on her face with an unmistakable glow. As she got closer, I could see a well-defined six-pack and a belly piercing.
Her thighs were amazing, not that I check out women's thighs, but hers were extremely muscular. She introduced herself, offering her hand. I stood trying not to stare at those abs. We shook hands; I was expecting a Vulcan death grip or something similar, but her hand was soft. Her grasp was gentle as she clasped my hand in hers, shaking our united palms slowly up and down.
She was nice. She apologized for not getting up when the alarm went off. She told me her name was Tamera, but I could call her 'Tam'. With a sly grin, she mentioned they had been up late 'talking'. I confirmed her suspicions that I was Celine, Virginia's daughter.
She complimented me right away, telling me I looked like a younger version of her.
I followed her into the kitchen marveling at her firm ass and wondering what I'd have to do to get one like that. I took up a position opposite her, my back against the counter, watching her make coffee. She practically floated across the room so gracefully as if she were hovering. I tried not to stare, but it was difficult. I never thought any woman this buff could be so graceful and sweet.
She offered me a cup of coffee which I declined since we were going to run. We talked as the coffee was brewing almost as if we'd known each other for years. She matched my posture leaning back against the counter, only she propped her left foot up against her right knee showing off her muscles. She asked if mom had told me about their relationship.
I shook my head. "No, she didn't."
"I'm so sorry, is this a shock to you, Celine?"
She looked truly apologetic. I relaxed a bit in my thoughts even though she was so much younger than mom. She went on to tell me how they met and had hit it off. They'd been dating for about a month and this was the first time she'd slept over. I didn't mention the scene I'd witnessed, but something inside me told me she knew and was too polite to say anything.
I smiled. "It's fine, mom is a grown woman. She can do what she wants."
She sighed, "I told her she should talk to you so this type of 'surprise' wouldn't happen. I am sorry. I hope you don't hold it against me or your mother. I hope we can be friends."
I replied, "It's fine. I figured this situation or something similar would happen at some point. I didn't expect someone my age to be honest."
