** As requested, I extended the story a bit. Thanks for all the feedback!
Ruth went back downstairs to rejoin the Saturday-night party, confused after seeing her daughter naked in her long-term neighbor's bed. She'd known the Curtis family for over 20 years now and she just couldn't believe it. For one, Anne Curtis was married. And, at least Ruth had always thought, she was straight. If nothing else, she was twice Emmanuelle's age! She never thought the woman would seduce her daughter, for Heaven's sake. She'd watched her grow up!
The woman was a lot more... liberal... than she was, always wearing far more revealing clothing, tiny bikinis in the summer, tight turtlenecks in the winter, showing so much ass, breast, and cleavage all the time. Maybe Ruth should have seen the signs earlier. Maybe she could have stopped this before it got this far. For how long had this even been going on? Had Anne been grooming her for this her whole life?
Ruth moved through the crowd in a daze, her mind struggling with this, blaming herself. One minute she was angry at Anne, the next scared for Emmanuelle, then the next... a little excited, if truth be told. For some reason, thinking about them together sexually affected her in many ways.
"You ok, love?" her husband, Seth, asked, putting his hand on her shoulder. She probably would have walked right past him if he hadn't stopped her.
His touch shook her from her daze. "Yeah... just tired," she replied.
"Well, it's been a long day. Why don't we just head home?"
"Yeah... that would be best," she agreed.
Seth looked around as if trying to find someone. "You haven't seen Emmanuelle have you?"
Ruth froze for a moment, wondering what she should or could tell him. She decided it was best to not say anything. "No... I'm sure she's around somewhere. She'll come home soon."
Ruth and Seth then slowly walked out of the party, bidding goodbye to the other guests, then walked next door to their home. Ruth looked at the second story windows and saw that the light was still on in Anne's bedroom and it sent shivers through her.
*****
She had taken off work on Monday and had interacted a little with Emmanuelle. The young woman was as bright and happy as ever, going through all the pictures she'd taken over the weekend. There were certainly going to be a lot more when she went out with her friends on Halloween night.
It was early afternoon, just after walking into the living room from cleaning in the kitchen, when Ruth heard Emmanuelle on the phone. She was speaking in somewhat hushed tones, but she didn't know Ruth had entered the room. The conversation seemed sexual to Ruth and she assumed it was with Anne. After just a minute or so, Emmanuelle hung up and quickly stood. Ruth acted as if she had just emerged from the kitchen and had not heard a thing.
"I'm going out for a walk," Emmanuelle said, smiling.
"Ok. Anywhere in particular?" Ruth asked.
"No... just around the neighborhood."
Emmanuelle slipped her tennis shoes on and bolted out the door. Ruth walked quickly to the window on the stairwell landing and watched her from behind the curtains as Emmanuelle walked next door and rang the doorbell. She was surprised as she and Anne seemed to be disagreeing about something and watched Emmanuelle walk off the porch to their driveway, getting out her phone.
Suddenly Anne emerged from the house and seemed to be pleading with Emmanuelle, as if begging her to come inside. Emmanuelle smiled, put her phone in her pocket, and walked to the front porch and in the front door, Anne following behind her.
Ruth went about her day, cleaning this and that, always thinking about Emmanuelle and Anne. She shook her head, wondering how that wicked woman could have got such a hold on her daughter. It seemed Emmanuelle was at her beck and call now.
Two hours later, Emmanuelle came back in the front door, and kicked off her shoes.
"How was your walk?" Ruth asked as she walked down from the bedrooms.
Emmanuelle smiled up at her. "It was really nice." She slipped into the kitchen and out of sight. "I need to get some water."
Ruth just nodded, wondering why her daughter would just lie to her about this. What did that woman have on her that would keep her held so tightly? If she'd only confide in her, then Ruth might be able to help her! Maybe, she thought, she should confront her about what she saw at the Halloween party to get the conversation started. But even that proved to be too difficult.
*****
On Tuesday, Ruth came home early from work, and, not seeing Emmanuelle, walked slowly and quietly up the stairs towards her bedroom. As she neared the Emmanuelle's door, she could hear her talking. She pressed her ear against the door and heard what sounded like Emmanuelle on the telephone.
"Yeah, that turns me on," Emmanuelle said. Ruth practically blushed as she listened to the rest of the conversation. "I wish I was over there right now... I know, just another hour... You're so sweet! I'd love to see you wearing that... I just wish you were here to touch me... Yes, I wish I could be playing with your pussy right now, too."
Ruth felt her body responding in a way that confused her. She'd never had any inklings towards women before, but listening to her own daughter saying such... pornographic things... was making her body excited. She was envisioning what the two of them did behind those closed doors at Anne's house and it strangely aroused her.
Emmanuelle giggled. "I liked using my tongue to touch every bit of your pussy... Yes, because I love hearing your soft moans. Every time you moan, it turns me on."
"Oh my God," Ruth whispered, her hand grabbing her crotch over her skirt. She was throbbing... and wet! She envisioned Emmanuelle licking Anne's pussy and Anne moaning loudly... and it really excited her.
"Are you touching yourself?" Emmanuelle continued. "You are? Mmm... me too. I actually have a vibrator here... Mmhmm, I'm sliding it in and out of my tiny pussy... Yeah, it is... I know!... Ok... I'll set it on high... I want to hear you touching yourself, too."
Ruth couldn't stand to hear any more and walked to her bedroom at the other end of the hall. She felt her body boiling with need and took off her clothes. She wanted to be angry, wanted to give Anne a piece of her mind... but right now she needed some relief. She walked into the master bathroom and turned on the shower. While it got to temperature, she noticed herself in the large mirror above the sink. Her skin was pinkish... flushed with desire... and she licked her lips. Her nipples were hard little points, reminding her that they were there and needed attention.
She stepped into the hot shower and pulled the door closed. She rinsed off under the spray, turning this way and that to let the water get all over her body. She she squirted some liquid soap into her hand and began sliding her hands over her body. She quickly felt her erogenous zones calling to her, begging for attention as her hands moved all over her body. They slid over her breasts, her nipples digging into her palm, and she lightly pinched them and let her fingers circle them teasingly, making her moan softly.
"Oh my God," she moaned softly.
When her hands slid between her legs, her knees almost buckled as her clit throbbed with need. Her knowing fingers circled it, trapped it between them as she lightly squeezed, giving her so many good sensations.
"Fuck!" she hissed.
