Camille My Boyfriends Mother Pt 02

Author's note:

This is the story of a young woman who is slowly seduced by her boyfriend's mother.

The heart of this story is the lesbian affair, although there are heterosexual sex scenes in this chapter, as well.

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Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Part 02

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A week had passed since our movie theater encounter, and I had spent the week since then both reliving and completely confounded by that experience. On one hand, it was the most thrilling and erotic moment in my life, but on the other hand, it left me with a million open questions about myself, my relationship with Josh, and just who exactly was his mother, Camille.

She texted me during the week, inviting me to spend Saturday with her. Josh was still feuding with her, and he made it abundantly clear he wanted to avoid his mother, although he joked around that she probably wished I was her kid instead of him.

His sentiments made me feel awkward, and part of me wondered if I should avoid Camille to support my boyfriend, but all the unanswered questions lingered in my mind. I needed answers, and the only way to find them was to confront Camille directly. And now I stood at the front door to her house, ready to do just that.

I was dressed in one of the outfits Camille bought me last weekend, a floral summer dress that was effortlessly stylish. I was still getting used to walking in the high heeled shoes that Camille paid for, but I was nowhere near as ungainly as I was on the first day or two. I loved the way they made my calves and thighs look toned and the confidence boost the extra five inches of height gave me.

"Nicole, it's so lovely to see you again," Camille greeted me.

Camille answered the door dressed in a long loose knitted button up top that somehow didn't match her usual high fashion style, but she smiled as she waved for me to come in the house.

We made small talk as I followed her out to her back patio where she had a large in-ground swimming pool and hot tub. The weather was a balmy 80 degrees F with a light breeze, and her backyard looked like a resort with the finely manicured lawn accentuated by colorful tropical plants surrounding the pool.

"I thought we might spend the afternoon enjoying the weather out here, catching some rays, taking a dip in the pool, and just relaxing," she said as she unbuttoned her top, and I realized it was really just a cover up, leaving her dressed in a revealing string bikini with a thong bottom after taking it off.

"But I didn't bring my swimsuit," I stuttered.

Camille just laughed as she pointed to a patio table. "I remembered your size from when we went shopping last weekend, and I took the liberty of buying you a bikini. You can change in the house."

"Thank you," I replied, still stunned at the way she spent money on me so freely. Getting a new pair of jeans at Christmas felt like a big deal growing up, and now Camille had seemingly spent more money on me in the past week than my parents had spent on me in my entire childhood.

I picked up the swimsuit and walked back into the house to change.

I saw a spare bedroom and I quickly took off my sundress. I had only ever worn one-piece swimsuits growing up, and I fingered the two-piece bikini that Camille had selected for me.

The bikini was much more revealing than anything I had ever worn. The top was cut similarly to Camille's with two small cups that were only connected by a thin string to cover my breasts. I was grateful the bottom was at least a French cut and not a thong like Camille's.

I took off my bra and panties and carefully folded them inside my dress and left them on the bed, and then I put on the bikini. There was a mirror on a nearby dresser, and I felt a little uneasy as I saw my image reflected back.

Camille was beautifully toned and tanned, and my stomach looked soft compared to hers. I hated my horrible tan lines, my pale white skin sharply contrasting to the more sun kissed portions of my body.

I had taken off my heels in the process of changing into the bikini, and losing the extra height seemingly affected my confidence. Nevertheless, I knew that Camille was waiting outside for me, and I still had a million questions that I wanted answered, so I summoned my courage and stepped out of the bedroom and made my way out to the backyard pool.

I closed the French doors leading out of the house behind me, and then I was stunned by the sight of Camille casually lying on a reclining pool chair completely topless.

I stopped in my tracks, but my eyes were mesmerized by her perfect form. Her entire body was perfectly tanned with not even a hint of a tan line, and her breasts were still well rounded and firm with perky nipples.

"Well, that's one way to get rid of tan lines," I muttered to myself.

"Come out and join me. It is a beautiful day," she said as she turned her head slightly to look at me and gave me a thin smile.

I took a deep breath and collected myself before stepping across the stamped patio and taking a seat next to Camille. I laid back in the chair to her right and tried not to stare at the half naked woman lying next to me, but I couldn't help stealing sideways glances at her.

"Camille, I wanted to discuss something with you," I said.

"Of course, you can ask me anything."

"I don't want to seem ungrateful, so I hope you're not offended by this?" I started cautiously.

Camille sat up and took notice as she turned her head to face me.

"Just spit it out. You can be honest with me. There are no secrets between us."

"Last week at the movie theater - " I started, although my words failed me.

"Did you not enjoy our little outing?" she asked.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes for a second as I tried to gather my thoughts.

"You're my boyfriend's mother. Your Josh's mother," I remarked.

"I am aware that I am Josh's mother," she chuckled.

"This isn't a joke. I'm serious," I cried out in frustration. "What is our relationship? I'm not a lesbian? What do you want from me? I'm so confused. What if Josh finds out about us in the movie theater? How do you think he will take it?"

I was near tears, and Camille came over to console me. She wrapped her arms around me, and I rested my head on her shoulders as her bare breasts pressed against my chest, her nipples and skin pressing against mine just above the small bikini top fabric that covered my own tits.

Her embrace was warm and reassuring, comforting like a mother, but the touch of her nipples against my skin also gave me a rush of excitement.

"I'm not you," I said as I fought back tears. "I'm not tall, I'm not beautiful, I'm not sophisticated."

"Nonsense," Camille admonished me as she grabbed me by the shoulders and held me at arm's length. Her piercing gaze was focused on me, as if she was staring into my soul.

"Nicole, you are a gorgeous woman," she continued. "You of all people should know how shallow Josh is. He would never have even approached you if you were not beautiful, so to believe otherwise is poppycock."

I was speechless, and I just sat there dumbfounded as she continued to lecture me.

"Nicole, you only lack in self-confidence. You need to believe in yourself. I have been trying to teach you that the world is there for the taking. Life is what you make of it, and you can be whoever you want to be, but you have to work for it and earn it. Just because you grew up in a working-class family doesn't mean you can't be elegant and sophisticated. I suspect you have imposter syndrome, a belief that you are not really deserving of the better things in life. You see upper class people and think you're not worthy of them. But it's not the clothes that make a person, so don't let their fancy clothes and cars fool you. You're every bit as good as them. Better even because they have no appreciation for all the things they were given.

"I - I - I don't know what to say," I stuttered.

"You may find this hard to believe, but I worked to earn everything I have in life, just like you. I came from nothing," Camile added. "Don't let them intimidate you with their entitled attitude. Actually, they're easy to overtake because they haven't really earned their position in life. So many of them are just trust fund babies who just piss off their family's fortune because they have no work ethic."

"Thank you for that," I said gratefully as I wiped away a tear.

"Now as far as not being tall. That's just genetics," Camille laughed. "Although those high heels we bought you last weekend should help in that regard."

Camille released her grip on my shoulders, sat back, and looked over me. I looked back at her, and she still seemed like such a mystery to me.

"I come out here, and you're topless. What am I supposed to make of that?" I remarked.

"Are you offended by nudity?"

I was dumbfounded. "No - no, I don't think so," I stammered.

"I'm in the privacy of my own backyard. Can I not enjoy my own pool?" Camille pointed out.

"But what if your neighbors see you?" I countered.

"So what if they do?" she retorted. "Am I to be a prisoner to their puritan beliefs? There's such a double standard with the way women's breasts are sexualized. Men can walk around topless in the neighborhood, and it is no big deal, but if a woman does, it's scandalous and shameful. There are topless beaches all over Europe."

"It's just different," I argued half-heartedly.

"Nicole, you really just need to become more comfortable in your own skin," Camille said with a sympathetic look. "You need to ask yourself who you are and who you want to be. You're in university now. You've moved out of your parent's house. This is the time for you to try new things and discover new things about yourself. Your past is invaluable. It will always be a part of you, but it doesn't have to define your future."

"I don't know who I am yet," I softly admitted. "You're so confident and self-assured, though. I can't imagine myself ever being as graceful and sophisticated as you.

"Oh Nicole. I didn't start out like this. Maybe it's hard for you to believe, but I was once a gangly teenager, awkward with braces, glasses, and the whole bit."

"That seems hard to believe," I sighed.

"I see a lot of myself in you," Camille explained. "We went shopping last week because I thought a new wardrobe would give you the boost in confidence that you need. But you need to internalize that confidence. It has to come from within. And once you do, then the world becomes your oyster."

I wanted to believe her, but Camille looked like a goddess sitting before me while I felt all too human and frail.

"But look at you," I replied. "Your skin is so smooth and perfectly bronzed. You don't even have a blemish. And then look at me. These tan lines at the top of my legs and on my shoulders."

"Oh Nicole," Camille sighed as she caressed my cheek. Her hand was warm, and her skin was soft. "If only you could see yourself the way that I do. The way that Josh does. The way that I am sure the everyone else does. We are all our own worst critics."

Then Camille's hands slowly lowered the straps on my bikini top off my shoulders and pulled down my top. I looked down in shock as my bare breasts were revealed, and I instinctively raised my hands to cover them up.

"You have a beautiful form. Last week in the boutique, Jessica, the saleslady, she commented privately to me that you have the loveliest breasts she has ever seen."

I was shocked to silence.

"You should not be surprised by that," Camille continued calmly as she pulled my hands aside. "You should be proud of it. You are a C cup with perfectly round and perky breasts without even a hint of sag. And your nipples."

She gave each of my nipples a little pinch, and I gasped in response.

Camille gave me a sly smile and a wink. "You really should learn to just enjoy life and live for the moment."

I closed my eyes, and then Josh entered my mind.

"This isn't right," I said steadfastly.

"What isn't right?"

"This. Us," I insisted. "What about Josh?"

"I'm not telling him about us. Are you?"

"No, but I don't like keeping secrets," I lamented.

"Everybody has secrets, and that's okay. I mean, do you discuss your sex life with your parents?"

"No, of course not."

"Do your parents discuss their sex life with you?" Camille asked.

"God forbid."

"Secrets," Camille concluded.

"That's different," I retorted. "I mean, I know my parents have sex, or at least I think they do. But they don't tell me the intimate details."

"That's just an example, Nicole. I mean, how well do you ever really know a person? Have you ever had an uncle you were shocked to learn had an affair for years on your aunt? Or a cousin who had a secret life he led. Maybe he was gay. Or maybe he had another family, and no one suspected."

"I mean, yes there are examples like that, but that's not me," I replied.

"Those examples aren't you, of course, but there are things you are afraid to admit about yourself, I'm sure," Camille persisted. "Thoughts you've had. Desires perhaps. You're Nicole, the daughter of working-class parents, the first one in her family to go to college, the good girl who always studied hard and listened to her parents."

"Yes, that's me," I agreed.

"But I bet you have a naughty streak that you'd be ashamed to admit to," Camille insisted. "Thoughts you have that would disappoint your parents if they knew about them. Who amongst us doesn't harbor secret desires if only we were free from judgement. Who doesn't want to feel so weighed down by the expectations placed on her? Every day you plan, you organize your life, and that's important. But it's also just as important that you take time to just be. To follow your desires. Life is to be lived, and it's far too short and passes by far too quickly not to indulge in your passions. You are young and vibrant, and you should hold on to that. It will keep you young at heart. So, tell me that you don't keep secrets. Tell me you don't have a wild streak, this other side of you that has been aching to break free."

I was dumbfounded into silence. "Who are you?" was all I could muster in response.

"Just an old woman who speaks from experience," she replied cagily.

I looked over Camille. Earlier, I felt as if her gaze was piercing right into my soul, and now I was nearly certain she could read my mind, that she knew exactly how I felt.

"I still don't know what you want from me," I sighed.

"I only want for you what you want for yourself," she responded. "Now ask yourself, when you were in the movie theater, did you not enjoy our little private moment?"

"Private moment? There were other people in the theater," I cried in disbelief.

"It rather enhanced the fun, don't you think?" she chuckled. "But it still seems you were into it in the moment."

Camille took her finger and placed it on my lips to silence me. Then she dragged her finger down the length of my body, very slowly and seductively. Her finger traced over the curves of my body, down my chin and neck, passing down the middle of my chest and then over my abdomen, only stopping when she reached the band of my bikini bottom.

Camille smiled as she saw me breathing hard, my body shaking, my excitement on obvious display.

"Tell me what it is you want. Right here in this moment," she persisted. "Not what you think everybody expects you to want. But deep down, Nicole, what do you yourself want in this moment?"

My mind was flooded with conflicting thoughts and emotions. My mind was screaming that I should just walk away, yet there was a voice in the back of my head urging me on. Camille was practically naked before me, practically offering herself to me. I had only met her a week before, yet she had turned my world upside down. She was so mysterious and alluring, the very model of mature beauty, and of all the people in the world, she wanted me. And I wanted her.

"But we're outside," I cautioned as I looked around. "Someone might see."

I knew how weak my protest sounded. My defenses were crumbling. I looked over her body again, my eyes darting from her luscious lips to her bare breasts to her long legs and then back up to her eyes. She was staring intently at me, and her gaze drew me in.

"Let them see," she answered confidently.

"But - "

"What is there to be ashamed of?" she interjected. "Stop letting everyone else drive your life and decisions, Nicole. You're a big girl now. You can decide for yourself what is best for you. You're the one who has to live with your life choices. It's your life to live."

I couldn't take it anymore, and I leaned across our chairs until my lips landed on Camille's. Our breasts pressed together, our nipples rubbing as our lips and tongues slid over one another, slowly and sensuously.

My hands ran through Camille's long, straight hair while her hands reached behind me and undid my bikini top before pulling it clean off.

I fell forward, landing on top of Camille as she fell back in her chair. I was lying on top of her body, my legs straddling her as I ground my breasts into her chest. I moved my lips off hers and moved down to the side of her neck as Camille let out a soft sigh.

She smelled good, the scent of her perfume filling my nostrils as I nibbled on her ear lobe.

"Last time you pleasured me," I whispered. "Let me return the favor this time."

"Mmm," she mumbled back.

I moved down her body, fondling her breast in my hand as I began to suckle on it. I clamped my lips around her teat as my tongue flicked at her small nipple, and she let out a soft moan. Camille brought her legs around me, wrapping them around my waist and pulling herself into me, dry humping me as I sucked on her tits.

Her hand lovingly stroked my blonde hair, brushing it out of my face as I kept my lips sealed around her breast.

I looked up into her eyes, and she was staring down at me, smiling warmly.

"Thank you," she mouthed.

I turned my gaze back to focus on her body as my hands reached for her bikini bottom. The waistband was just a thin elastic as my hands drifted down to fondle her ass cheeks.

Then they returned to the bikini bottom band, and I pulled her bottoms down to her mid-thigh, as far as my arms could reach. Then I raised my foot up and pushed it down to her ankles, at which point, Camille slipped her feet out and kicked it aside, leaving her completely naked.

I let go of her breasts and travelled downward, kissing her body along the way, leaving a trail of lipstick and saliva down her body.

As I reached her crotch, I pulled my knees underneath my body as I doubled over. Camille's pussy lay before me like a great treasure, like I had uncovered the literal pearl in the oyster.

I looked up to her face, and for the first time, she looked apprehensive, perhaps afraid that I would recoil at the sight of her naked pussy. Her eyes were hopeful and pleading, and then I looked back down at the folds of her pussy.

I raised her legs and spread them to the side. She was shaved clean, and I couldn't help wondering if she had done so in anticipation of this moment. Her mound was moist, and I was fascinated by the sight of it. It was my first time really looking over a vagina.

I had avoided ever really studying my own, and I just stared at it as Camille moaned, "God do I have to beg for a little attention down there?"

My eyes drifted back up to hers, and I let my finger run up the length of her slit, and she sighed deeply in response as we held the gaze, her face clearly struggling to maintain composure.

Then I averted my gaze back to her pussy and leaned in. My nostrils were filled with her arousal, and I inhaled it deep into my lungs.

I was nervous, never having pleasured another woman before, although I had pleasured myself innumerable times, so I had a good general idea what I enjoyed, nevertheless, I didn't want to disappoint Camille.