Jacqueline Warren, Lisa's mom, like most mornings, woke anxiously Saturday morning. As was usual for her, her first thought was she hoped she hadn't overslept. She automatically reached over to give her husband, Pete, his usual poke to wake him up - he'd get angry and slap her when he woke, if she didn't. And heaven help her if she missed the time he had specified.
Pete's opinion? Why waste money on an alarm clock when you already had a wife.
But then, relieved, she remembered that her husband hadn't bothered coming home last night. They'd gotten into an argument at the party they were at. Pete had taken off, Jackie couldn't help but notice, with a pretty red-head from the I.T. Department of her husband's company. She did not care. In fact she had smiled with relief.
She'd had to call a cab home, but she hadn't had to endure Pete's driving after having drinks and one of Pete's maulings of her last night. One of their, to Jackie, painful couplings that passed for sex. Their usual fight would be postponed today.
As regards the night before, her daughter was going on her first date with a boy and Jackie would have preferred to be home in case her daughter needed something, advice or maybe just a hug. But when Pete ordered her to get ready for a party she just blindly obeyed. It was easier than fighting with him and risking his violence.
Accompanying her husband was all for show because more and more their marriage had become only a shell, a marriage in name only, although her husband still fucked her from time to time. Pete's company emphasized family values so it helped his position in the company to have a wife to show off at company functions.
At one of the company parties a while back, she had been introduced to a sexy looking woman named Roberta Montgomery. (Please, call me Bobbie). Jackie had never seen her before at any other company functions. She had no idea whose husband she might have been and the woman had skillfully avoided all questions on the subject. Jackie, of course, had heard her daughter talk about her friend, Mary-Jane Montgomery, but she just did not put it together and neither did Roberta when she first heard Jackie's last name. Maybe a touch too much wine for both the women.
Irregardless, the two women had hit it off splendidly and talked the night away in pleasant conversation about anything under the sun. But, as the evening wore on and the conversation got round to kids, their kids, each woman finally realized who the other was. It was kind of a funny moment and both women felt really silly. All night the they had been talking like strangers while their daughters were best friends.
Jackie knew Bobbie's daughter, Mary-Jane, all right. She thought she was just as cute as the dickens, although with the pride of motherhood, she thought her not nearly as beautiful as her own gorgeous Lisa.
Bobbie had warmly been holding her hand as they talked and as she looked now deep into the brown pools of Jackie's eyes, had told her how glad she was to finally meet the mom of her daughter's best friend. Jackie had felt warm and tingly with this lady holding her hand. She wasn't sure why, but days later she could still feel the sexy woman's touch. She still got very funny-feeling inside when she thought about the gorgeous and sexy blonde and she realized she might like to feel her touches some more.
Jackie also couldn't help noticing Roberta seemed very happy and contented. Like she was 'really' happy and 'really' contented. Very different than the fake happiness and contentment that she had to put on for appearances sake. Jackie wondered if Roberta was able to see through her. She thought that given Bobbie's obvious happiness, her life must be quite like paradise compared to her own.
Starting soon after Lisa was born, when her husband Pete was horny, he would just grab Jackie, give her boobs a short, quick squeeze, then, if she wasn't quick enough, using her ankles, he would wrench her legs apart, give his cock a couple of stokes and plunge right in, not caring if Jackie was lubed up to receive him or if her dryness might cause her pain. Mercifully, usually it only took Pete a couple of strokes. Jackie had learned how to have her cunt squeeze Pete's cock hard, to rush him along and he would blow a load and the ordeal would be over. He'd grin at her, wink, tell her, 'til next time, babe!', roll over and start snoring.
While she loved her daughter with all her heart, no way would Jackie consider bringing another child into the world with Pete. So after these unpleasant couplings she would go to bathroom, sit on the can and squeeze out all the cum she could. She'd douche, spray some spermicidal foam that she kept hidden and pray that not enough of Pete's cum was left around give her a problem. Of course, even as she sat there trying to clean all the cum away, she knew at this point, if it was gonna happen, it might have happened already but she felt she had to try.
She also knew her biology and realized it only took one sperm that eluded her to do the deed. But to date, someone was smiling on her because she'd never gotten pregnant again. She'd tried to persuade Pete to wear a condom once and she'd tried wearing a diaphragm one time but any mention of preventing conception sent Pete into one of his rages and she'd get slapped silly for her efforts. She never forgot the slapping she'd had to endure the time her husband had found some birth control pills in her drawer.
Pete didn't really care if he had another kid, he found his daughter quite incomprehensible, but he had some mania, some phobia, about what was supposed to happen should happen and no dumb wife, who, in his opinion, had more tits than brains, was going to interfere with the natural order of things.
Jackie once wondered if she couldn't fake some sickness, get herself in the hospital and get her tubes tied but she really didn't want to do that. If she could ever figure a way to get away from Pete, she thought she could maybe find a sperm donor of some sort and maybe have another child. She thought she might like that. Once she was away from Pete!
She knew Pete would never voluntarily give her a divorce. She was afraid to even mention the word to him. So she worked around her husband's occasional sperm deposits best she could. She went through her post-fuck ritual and just prayed no sperm were left that could find her egg if she had indeed ovulated one. (Jackie figured Pete's sperm were pretty dumb, like him, but they had done their job correctly once!) Fortunately, Pete was getting enough fucking, outside the marital bed, that these assaults on her body were few and far between.
Once she had satisfied herself that she had done her best to avoid another pregnancy with Pete, Jacqueline Warren would give herself the pleasure she never got in bed. She'd close her eyes and rub her pussy 'til she had some relief. Her relief was usually accompanied by a gush of cream from her cunt and Jackie always hoped maybe that too helped wash out the last of Pete's cum.
Sometimes when she was pussy-rubbing, the image of her beautiful daughter would come into her mind. That bothered Jackie, thinking of Lisa while she masturbated, but she couldn't help it. More and more lately though, almost always in fact, when she was giving herself pussy-thrills it wasn't her daughter in her fantasy. It was another woman. A woman she had met at a party. A sexy blonde. It was Bobbie Montgomery.
Jackie had never been with a woman so she wasn't really sure why images of women, (least of all her own daughter!), were in her head when she masturbated. But she'd never really sat down to analyze her feelings about it. Today though, on this particular lovely Saturday morning, Jackie never even considered masturbating. Alone in her bed, Jacqueline Warren started to cry.
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In stark contrast to the Warren house, three very happy women were waking up at the comfortable Montgomery home. Bobbie, Lisa and Mary-Jane were all still cuddled together in the big, cozy bed, just as they had fallen asleep.
Of course, waking up together meant lots of lovely morning kisses. All three women had morning pussy-mouth but none of them cared. Because all three loved the taste of cunt, even Mary-Jane and Lisa, who had each tasted pussy last night for the first time. The two young girls knew that they were absolutely hooked on it forever now. And each other!
Bobbie beamed at the thought. Made a mother proud. She just hoped that Lisa's mom would be happy also. Some moms might have a problem with their daughter engaging in sexual activities with other women. On the other hand, Bobbie reflected, a smart-thinking mom, even if she wasn't wild about the idea that her daughter might be a lesbian, still might be glad that, if there was going to be sex, that at least there was no penis involved. Lisa's mom had told her of her fear of her daughter getting pregnant.
First up, at the Montgomery household this morning, now that they'd actually dragged themselves out of the bed, was shower-time. Bobbie had a wonderful bathroom. There was an enormous sunken bathtub along one wall, a toilet against another, and a counter containing a couple of sinks along the third wall. From the last wall, opposite the bathtub, protruded a couple of shower nozzles. The entire room including the floor was totally finished in black shower tile and it had been designed so that everything could get wet. It was custom designed for occupants to stay naked in, to have fun in.
For the next hour or so the three women did just that. First Bobbie started filling the tub with lovely warm water, dumping in a generous amount of her scented bubble-bath. When the tub was full, Bobbie claimed it first and lay back in the bubbles, soaking luxuriously, watching with glee as Lisa and Mary-Jane frolicked in the shower. It was quite the sight watching the two gorgeous girls soaping up each others wonderful teen-age body with Bobbie's fragrant liquid body wash and then rubbing their hands all over the slippery skin of each other. Lisa and Mary-Jane also took lots of time for long, slow kisses, really wet kisses, holding each others head, while the warm water sprayed down on them.
