For a moment the two mothers just stood watching, mesermized, as Kelly sucked on Kat's nipples. Then Kelly saw them out of the corner of her eye. She released Kat's breast from her mouth and whispered, "Oh... good... God."
Hearing the urgency in Kelly's voice, Kat looked up. Upon seeing her mother standing there, she had the urge to flee -- to run out to the pool, jump the fence, and just keep running, naked or not. But there was no point; they were busted, plain and simple. Kelly Ann, for her part, had no choice since she was still tied up.
It was very, very quiet for a moment as everyone calculated what was going to happen here. It was Samantha Bowman, Kat's mother, who finally broke the silence. "Don't let us interrupt you, girls. That pot smells delicious. Is there any for us?"
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It would be a while before Kelly got to talk to her mother alone, but when she did, this is what Betty Ann told her: "Sam and I have been lovers for a long time, since you girls were little. Both of our husbands work a lot, and small-town life can be boring, you know... once you guys were old enough to go to school, we started having a little girl time during the day now and then."
Kelly blinked, trying to process what she was being told. She realized now that somewhere in the back of her mind, she'd known there was something unusual -- a special kind of intimacy -- about the friendship between Betty and Samantha. But Kelly had never known what to make of it.
"A few years ago we met Jessica," Betty continued, "and we all like to hang out together once in a while. It's not some huge shame, you know. Your dad knows and has no problem with it... as long as I tell him the stories."
"You're not going to tell him about me, are you?" asked Kelly.
"I think I'll leave that up to you, sweetheart. But as far as I'm concerned you're old enough to do as you please. All I want is for you to be happy and safe, and at least this way I know you won't get pregnant."
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"So what did my Kelly do wrong?" Betty asked Jessica.
"Oh, nothing major. I think she's been punished enough if you want to untie her."
Betty did so and Kelly, mortified, now had a red face to match her red ass. But Betty very maternally took Kelly in her arms and held her while smoothing her hair with one hand. "My poor little girl."
Kat, meanwhile, was carefully avoiding her mother's eyes; she had never felt more naked than she did at this very moment. Samantha, as the mother of a teenager, knew when to leave well enough alone. Instead she chatted up Olivia, who gamely tried to carry on a civil conversation despite the dominatrix outfit Marie had put her in. Samantha did, however, cast a few sidelong glances at Kat; she hadn't seen her daughter naked for a while, and couldn't help but feel proud about what her genes had created.
Jessica asked Marie to put on some music to dispel the tension that had crept into the room. Marie chose an album by the French band Air, which was both soothing and funky. This immediately got some of the ladies dancing, the wine started flowing, and soon the party atmosphere was back. In truth neither Betty nor Sam had any problem with their daughters indulging in a little adult all-girl recreation. The only complicating factor was the presence of Jackie, who technically was violating about a thousand school rules by being here. But soon it became clear that no one was going to make any unnecessary trouble.
Jessica was still worried, though. Putting the mothers and daughters together like this had been a risk; it might have been a mistake. But something about the idea of it excited her so much that she couldn't resist. Not that she wanted to encourage incest; that was not her idea here. She did have some limits. There was something about just seeing them together, the two generations of women separated by twenty years and not much else, that touched Jessica in a very deep way. Her relationship with her own mother had been tempestuous at best... but she never liked to get into psychological explanations of the things that turned her on. It was enough that they did.
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