And so to Friday, of what had been an enlightening and sexually charged ten days. I had learned a lot about myself, and I had also learned a lot about my best friend Sam's Mum which in itself had been something of a revelation. Up until a very short time ago, I had not considered myself as an out and out lesbian although it would be both fair and accurate to say that I had been attracted to girls and especially their genitalia) for longer than I would probably like to admit. After all, I loved to peek at other girls' crotches in changing rooms and showers, I had been perfectly happy to expose myself to Sam, and moreover, had been seriously turned on by letting Sam blatantly exhibit herself in front of me.
On top of all that, I had been tremendously thrilled that Sam could get herself so worked up by the sight of my unusually large bits, and by bits, I mean my complete genital package – my lips and not just my cunt hole, but the size of it. I knew I was bigger than usual down there and it was a real turn on for me knowing that the pleasurable hours I had put into stretching myself to my current state were having a positive effect on somebody else in addition to me.
There were times when we had been displaying ourselves to each other in Sam's room that Sam had once or twice muttered something like "you should see my Mum's" which had certainly piqued my interest (on lots of levels), and despite never having thought of Helen as a potential sexual partner, I cannot deny that she had a certain appeal. Helen will not mind me saying that she is not what you might call a classically beautiful lady, but she certainly has an allure and that, coupled with the perpetual twinkle in her eyes, gave her a charm, attractiveness and sex appeal that often made me think there was more to her than I was seeing.
I wasn't wrong on that score! Having spent a tortuous few weeks and months scheming up ways to get a glimpse of Helen's cunt, when I got it, I think it would be fair to say that it was life changing, perhaps for both of us.
We found a kindred spirit in each other, and my urges became overwhelming. As a result, here I was, approaching my twenties in a full-on sexual, almost depraved relationship with a wonderfully fascinating and passionate lady who was not only old enough to be my mother, but the Mum of my longest standing friend.
But now I was getting nervous. Sam was coming home for the weekend, and although we had continued Skyping without me giving too much away, and Helen had repeatedly told me not to worry, I was uncertain as to how this was going to pan out. "Just be yourself," Helen had said, and so I was trying to be, but not quite sure how to be.
I deliberately went to some length to make sure that Helen would get home before me. I was on edge. Would Sam realise that my bed hadn't been slept in (but then again, why would she even go into my room)? These questions and others just wouldn't go away, but I trusted Helen and tried to put them to the back of my mind.
When I eventually arrived home, Sam was there and hugged me so tightly I almost thought she would break me. She was in a tee shirt and shorts, and as she let go of me, Helen came downstairs and into the kitchen in what looked like just a tee shirt and kissed me on the lips, with a simple "Hello Pet."
If there was any surprise at this show of affection from Helen, Sam didn't show it. A bottle of wine appeared and, sat at the kitchen table, we must have nattered on for at least an hour, if not longer. We all pitched in to make some dinner, and I was looking furtively to ascertain if Helen had anything on under that tee.
As we were eating, Sam asked how we were getting on, and I nearly choked. Helen seemed to cover the question with consummate ease, and with a suitably vague, "very well, and we've been busy finding out lots of things about each other, haven't we Andrea? We're a good match!"
"Great," replied Sam. "I was certain you would get along like a house on fire. You can tell me all about it later."
I felt my face redden, and I am sure I must have blushed, but both things went seemingly unnoticed. We finished, cleared up and made our way into the lounge. I went to sit on the armchair, but Helen waved me towards her with a "sit here with me where you normally sit."
It was neither a question nor a statement. It was just one of those throwaway lines, so I drifted back to the settee and made myself comfortable.
The television was on in the background, but none of us was taking very much notice of it. There was lots of chat and banter, and I was a bit fidgety. Helen wanted to know if Sam had hooked up with anybody yet (an interesting choice of words I thought – not 'have you found a boyfriend yet,' but 'have you hooked up with anybody?'). Perhaps I was just reading too much into things.
Helen had shifted around on the settee a little bit, and had one leg on the seat itself, more or less straight and just behind my bottom, and the other bent with a foot on the seat, and her knee up in front of her, and as I suspected, she was naked under that tee shirt.
Sam couldn't possibly see what was going on from where she was sat, but Helen was tormenting me and she knew it. As hard as I tried not to look and instead, join in with the conversation, I could not tear my eyes away. I was probably spending 50% of my time listening to Sam and her Mum, and the other 50% getting wetter and wetter as I gazed at Helen's voluptuous cunt. She would occasionally move her bent leg to show me more, and if she didn't stop it soon, I was going to have to go upstairs and do something to ease my frustration.
It must have been around 10:30 when Sam said she was going to bed. Helen moved a bit so she wasn't quite so exposed as Sam kissed her goodnight, and surprisingly, Sam gave me a peck as well.
As soon as it was clear Sam had gone upstairs, Helen manoeuvred herself to display her magnificent gash to me as unashamedly as possible. Part of me wanted to move so that I could get my hands on her, but a little bit of me was starting to enjoy the denial. I did however, reach down and lift my bottom up to remove my panties which were wet through.
I decided that two could play at this game, but the difference was, I was using my hands to prise my cunt open and show Helen the effect she was having on me, whereas Helen was just teasing me by not touching her cunt, but letting it gape open. Her lips were coated with a delicious looking film of clear juice, and I wasn't going to be able to resist it for long.
By now, my left leg was also on the seat, on top of, and in full contact with Helens. I had an idea!
I lifted my other leg up, placing my foot more or less in line with Helens oiled up cunt, and started to tease her with my toes. After a good five or ten minutes, I couldn't hold back, and eased my big toe between her lips.
Helen moved around to give me slightly better access, which had the effect of allowing more of my toes to dip into her. I'd never done this before, and it was as erotic as hell. I could sense where this was going, and spent the next ten minutes very slowly getting to a point where the tips of all my toes were encased by Helen's huge and very creamy cunt.
I was tweaking my nipples and had my eyes closed and Helen, whilst not exactly moaning with ecstasy, was certainly making the sort of sounds you would associate with serious sexual pleasure.
I was suddenly conscious that we were not on our own. It was only a very slight thump on the floor which alerted me to open my eyes and I froze. At the same time Helen stiffened, but only very slightly.
Sam was sitting on the floor, nude, and openly bringing herself off. I was like a rabbit in the headlights, but Sam looked as turned on as I had ever seen her.
"Don't stop for fucks sake," she grunted. "Keep going – that's the horniest fucking thing I've ever seen."
Helen took my ankle in an effort to get me to pick up where I had left off. Sam was really going for it, and her hand was working her cunt and her clit furiously.
"I told you my Mum was big didn't I," she gasped. "Fuck, that's so sexy," she carried on. It felt like she was encouraging us, and I was actually past caring. I needed to bring Helen off so that I could get an orgasm of my own which I was in dire need of.
I'd seen Sam masturbate several times, and I'd had many close-ups of her cunt (as she had had of mine), but this was different. The whole spectacle of foot fucking her Mum's cunt while Sam was doing herself was overwhelming. Helen speeded up the process by working her clit while the toes of my foot moved in and out of her gaping hole and she came noisily.
I gently removed my foot, and brushed my toes over Helens engorged lips, moved my leg so that I could sit properly with my back against the back of the settee, and opened my thighs as wide as I could get them.