Katie turned twenty one right before Spring Break of this past year, and I was sure she was going to go to Fort Lauderdale or some equally alcohol drenched beach resort with her friends, after all, that's what I did when I was 21 and in college.
But instead, my little girl called me up a few weeks before and said she was coming home to see me and she was bringing her girlfriend. She had come out to me several months earlier, and although I was shocked, I thought I handled it pretty well for a mom in her late forties who had been brought up on traditional values, and tried to do the same with my kid.
I knew Katie's girlfriend's name was Nicole, but I hadn't seen a picture, or gotten so much as a description. I was envisioning all the stereotypes. I thought she'd be some ultra butch chick with short dirty blond hair wearing jeans and a t shirt, her wallet tucked in to her back pocket, secured by a chain hooked to her belt, it's awful I know, but Moms always think the worst when their kids are involved. My Katie is ultra fem, so I just knew whoever she had taken up with would be the man in their relationship. I was right about that, but completely wrong about the look.
When my daughter arrived she looked just how I remembered her, Katie plays tennis so she stays active and fit. She has long brown hair that she fusses over incessantly, green sparkling eyes and a pretty white smile her father paid dearly for. I don't know what I was expecting, like a big L stamped on her forehead or something, again, I thought the worst and no such thing materialized.
"Mom, I want you to meet Nicole." Katie said after we'd shared a long initial embrace. Nicole was stunning. She did have blonde hair, but it was long and wavy. Her blue eyes were engaging and her figure was amazing. She stood about the same height as Katie, and was dressed in shorts, a college t-shirt and flip flops, just like my kid. In fact, seeing them together made it hard to remember they were romantically involved, it was more like when my daughter was young and she'd bring her friends around to play.
"It's so nice to finally meet you Nicole." I said in my best mom voice.
"It's nice to meet you as well Ms. Johnson." Nicole said, giving me a friendly hug.
"Oh call me Debbie, please." I insisted as I ushered them into the house.
We all went inside and I offered something to drink, I was taken aback when Nicole asked if I had any wine. I scolded myself for thinking of these young women as girls and went into the basement to find a bottle of cabernet. When I came back I found them mid kiss and tried not to look too flabbergasted, I don't know how successful I was. They broke their kiss as soon as they realized I was in the room. Nicole used a finger to casually wipe her lip. My baby girl was giving this girl tongue! I wanted to be pissed off, or at least I thought I should be; as it turned out, I was moist.
We sipped our wine and traded small talk about school and about my job, Nicole complemented me on my looks more than once; I was flattered in a strange sort of way. We talked about Katie's dad and our divorce; just all the things girls talk about, except boys. Initially I had to keep myself from asking if they had met any cute guys. It's just kind of the normal thing to ask, and my brain was having a hard time not going there. But as the conversation wore on, I noticed these women were taken with each other. It was in the way they looked at each other, it was how they finished each other's stories, and it was the way they yielded to each other in the conversation. Ultimately I understood these two were really into each other, and happy. When you are a Mom, ultimately you want your kids to be happy; mine was, so I was happy too.
Nicole was very outgoing right away with me, by the time the afternoon had turned to evening, it was like we'd known each other for a long time. It was clear by watching the two of them, that Nicole was the dominant personality. She wasn't overbearing about it, but she led and Katie followed. It occurred to me that this woman had taught my daughter about sex with girls. Katie had been with boys before, but I'm pretty sure Nicole was her first lesbian experience. In a way I was envious. I'd been curious, but not curious enough to ever try anything. As a parent, you recognize that your kids are going to have sex eventually, some parents refuse to think about it, I accepted it and when it finally had happened I was kind of relieved. Knowing that she had been with a woman now wasn't necessarily a relief, but I was quickly not only accepting it, but happy about it.
The next day was a work day for me and I hadn't been able to take off, the girls were still sleeping when I left. Nicole had been a dear and offered to stay in a separate room, but anxious to prove I was okay with their relationship, I told them not to do anything different than if they we're in their dorm room, or had actually gone on a more traditional Spring Break vacation. I had a hard time choking out the words, but tried to put it out of my head as I retired to my own room to go to sleep.
As it happened, my boss let me off early that next day and I tried calling Katie's cell to tell her I'd be home early and invite the two of them to lunch at the local tennis club where Katie had played growing up. She didn't answer so I just headed home.
I parked in the driveway and headed inside, I was about to call Katie's name when I heard an odd noise coming from the part of the house where the bedrooms are. I headed carefully down the hallway, trying not to make any noise. In retrospect I knew what I was about to see, but had anyone asked I would have said I was investigating a mysterious noise and had no idea.
Of course what I found as I peered through my slightly cracked bedroom door was my daughter and her lover in the full throws of passion on my bed. I was mad they were using my bed, but strangely not mad about what they were doing on my bed. I started to back away, intending to give them privacy but curiosity got the better of me. I stepped back to the door way and peeked in again.
I couldn't see directly to my bed, but I was able to watch everything in the mirror on my dresser. Nicole was on her back, completely naked, legs open wide while my daughter had her head between Nicole's thighs and was furiously lapping at her lover's pussy. Judging by the look on Nicole's face, Katie was doing a spectacular job pleasing her girlfriend, and I found myself awkwardly proud that my daughter was apparently a good lover. I quickly tried to erase that thought from my mind, only to have it replaced by the stunning realization that my own pussy was becoming moist at the sight before me.
I became irritated at myself and was just about to back away again when I heard Nicole say something that made me change my mind.
"Lick my clit slave!" She barked at my daughter.
Did she say slave? I looked back through the door and into the mirror.
"Yes Mistress." Katie said as she repositioned herself to get a better angle on Nicole's clitoris.
Did she say Mistress? I wondered as I continued to watch.
Nicole reached between her thighs and grabbed a handful of Katie's hair, pulling her head into her crotch, helping her find the best spot to please Nicole. The rough treatment made Katie moan into her lover's pussy as though she enjoyed it. I'm sure my bottom jaw was bouncing off the carpet as I continued to spy on the girls.
Several minutes of intense cunnilingus passed and Nicole began to writhe under Katie's tongue; before long her panting turned to moaning and she was having an orgasm from something my little girl was doing to her. As it turned out, they were doing something to me; my hand reached almost instinctively under my skirt and massaged my throbbing pussy through my cream soaked pink satin panties.
I continued to watch and caress as Nicole slid away from my daughter's probing tongue and climbed off the bed. She grabbed a bag off the floor and put it on the bed. I watched as she rummaged through whatever was in there, and then she pulled it out; a huge strap on dildo that she handed to Katie and then ordered her to strap it to Nicole's body.
Katie took the toy in hand and began to fasten it to her lover's shapely hips and ass. The business end of the toy was at least 9 inches long and thick. I was torn between lust and fear as I was both turned on at the thought of watching that monster disappear inside Katie's pussy, and terrified that it would hurt her to take something that big inside. Lust won out and I continued to watch the scene unfold in the bedroom mirror.
Once Nicole was strapped into her faux phallus, she ordered Katie onto all fours on the bed. Katie, as she had been doing the whole time I'd been watching; obeyed immediately, keeping her legs parted so Nicole could have access to her pussy. I could tell, even from where I was, that Katie was drenched, thankfully however, Nicole lathered the toy with lube before she climbed onto the bed and into position behind my daughter.
Nicole pressed the head of the cock against Katie's pussy lips. "Are you ready slut?" She asked with a little venom in her voice.
"Yes Mistress," came the subservient reply. Nicole put her hand in the middle of Katie's back and urged her face to the mattress, giving Nicole great access to my daughter's upturned ass. As it was, this position afforded me a great view of everything as well, and mom me fought a losing battle with extremely horny me to stop watching.
