Anna stood at the kitchen sink, doing the dreaded chore of the dishes. It was going to be a long weekend, Memorial Day, the start of summer. Her daughter Gretchen was going to have her best friend Lucy over for the weekend. So Anna knew that she needed to have the house prepared for the guest, even though Lucy was a regular at the house.
It was Gretchen's birthday weekend. She was turning eighteen. Lucy had turned eighteen earlier in the spring, back in February. Anna wasn't entirely sure what plans the two girls had, but she assumed that most of those plans would not involve being at the house much.
She sighed; she was not looking forward to being an empty nester. It would be worse being a single mother, now on her own without Gretchen there for company. She was only forty-four, having gotten pregnant right out of college to a man who proved to be nothing but disappointing. After the divorce she had been a fierce protector of her daughter, and she was already struggling with the loss of her prime reason for living. And that left a lot of other thoughts to creep into her mind.
She shook her head as the vision of Lucy once again appeared there. The young woman had been at the house nearly every weekend for the past two years. Lucy was also from a broken home, but she loathed her mother and adored her father, and most of the weekends were to be spent with the mother - therefore they were spent at Anna's home with Gretchen. It was probably not healthy, but considering that Gretchen was the product of a broken home as well, it was probably understandable.
Lucy was trending a little towards plump. She had a soft, rounded belly already, and thick thighs and big, heavy, pendulous breasts. Although she had never seen the young woman naked, she had inadvertently spotted her in bras while changing. Anna and Gretchen were similar - tall, lean and small-breasted, so having that more softly, supple, womanly body was something Anna had always longed for.
Just as she finished up, the door burst open. The girls were bubbly and excited and talking non-stop. That was not unusual.
"Happy birthday, Lucy," Anna said warmly. She got the small package from the counter and gave it to the birthday girl.
"Oh, Ms C!" Lucy exclaimed. "You didn't need to do that!" she said.
Anna laughed. "Of course I did. You've been like my second daughter for all these years!" Lucy opened it rather greedily and then embraced Anna tightly upon seeing the gift of a good bottle of perfume. Anna had gotten a raise and bonus at work; it was not enough to fix every one of her problems, but it had certainly made life a bit easier of late. Splurging on her daughter's best friend was a natural thing for her to do.
After the exchange, the girls ran off. They had plans that evening to meet a bunch of fellow high school seniors to do whatever it was that kids did these days. The girls were in the house for about an hour, then left as they were off for the night.
Anna, after ensuring the kitchen was clean, retired to her den for a little bit of reading. The book that she was currently reading was intelligently erotic, and she had spent the past several nights reading it slowly as she tended to do, building up her own arousal slowly until it was time to go to bed.
Since hitting forty, she had been plagued by an incessant arousal. It happened all of the time and in curious spots. At work, the much-younger handsome sales rep who moved with such fluid grace that Anna could only imagine what his hips would be like in bed. Or the equally fluid new secretary who sat at the front with almost impossibly large boobs. Anna had not really felt a woman-to-woman attraction since her hedonistic college days.
It must be her books, she decided. She had no sex life to speak of, unless you counted using her array of vibrators as a sex life. So she borrowed the spicy books and fell into those worlds and savored them all, whether it was the typical romance of a woman being saved by a big strong man, or whether it was a submissive girl learning her place at the hand of a strong dominant. She always identified with the submissive girl. Lately and in this book in particular, the confident, mature executive woman was slowly being seduced by the young headstrong woman whom the executive had hired. The plot was predictable; Anna already knew that the executive would soon be serving the young vixen. She did not care that it was predictable; it was well-written and it made her pussy tingle with excitement. That was enough for her.
By nine that night, the book's contents had moved her to such a point that she feared that upon standing, she would see a wet spot on her comfortable reading chair. She had never quite been so aroused by a book like this - the young vixen was steadily corrupting the older executive, turning the executive into all manner of slut for the young dominant woman. Anna so powerfully identified with the older executive - she had many things in common with the character - that it was impossible not to put herself into those same positions.
Begging for orgasms. Licking the vixen's unshaved pussy for hours. Collared and leashed and made to crawl around the vixen's bedroom as proof of her submission. How easily Anna saw all of it in her mind, and how wet it made her pussy! She stood and did a quick glance at her seat and sighed in relief when the wetness soaking her panties did not make it all the way through her shorts and onto the chair's fabric.
She climbed the stairs to go to her bedroom. The latest scene was the vixen denying the mature woman her orgasms. Anna decided to play along and slipped into her silky pajamas and slipped her fingers under the loose elastic of her waist and used her fingers to dance over her soaked pussy. The organ reacted immediately to the self-touch, sending wave upon wave of pleasure rippling through her body. She moaned softly as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm, and moaned deeper when she played in the mind of the main character and had the stimulation pulled away.
She edged herself three more times that evening. Around eleven she slipped into a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in her bed. The coursing arousal left her leaking and feeling a deep sense of throbbing. It was probably good that she was alone, she thought. It would not take much right now for someone to make her fall to her knees...
She woke with a start around 1AM. She sat up and looked around wildly; the need to urinate was strong but she didn't know where the kids were. But the bathroom was more pressing, and she did her business quickly before padding down the hall to Gretchen's room. She flicked the hall light on and opened the door, peering inside. She saw a body under the covers, rising and falling rhythmically, and sighed some relief. She turned the light off, and descended the steps to get a glass of water.
She did not expect to see Lucy in the kitchen, and uttered a startled squawk of fear. Then, she pressed her hand to her chest, exclaiming "Oh my god, Lucy, you scared me!"
The teenager smiled. "Sorry that I was raiding your fridge," Lucy apologized. She flicked a light on as Anna walked into the kitchen. Anna clearly saw Lucy's eyes sweep her body from head to toes, and for a scant second show a look of surprise, before her eyes drilled into Anna's lower body.
Anna felt a thrill of foreboding. She must have leaked through her satin pajama bottoms and the wetness was still visible. The knowledge that the young woman in front of her now knew that she was sexually aroused suddenly supercharged her arousal. She went from being perfectly fine to desperately needy in the blink of an eye.
"Excuse me," Anna said and stepped to Lucy's side, opening the fridge. Lucy smirked as she stepped aside, and Anna's gaze lingered on the young woman's face for a trifle too long. She looked in the fridge for her jug of water, and inadvertently did a pose where her ass was sticking out.
"Did you pee your pants?" Lucy giggled.
That jerked Anna upright, spinning her around between the fridge and the opened door. "What?" she gasped. "No!"
Lucy smirked again. "Then I guess you are one...wet...bitch," she said slowly.
Anna's mouth fell open and she felt her heart skip several beats. "Wh-what?" she stammered.
Lucy stepped forward again, her eyes boring into Anna's. "I thought I spoke pretty clearly. Either you pissed your silky drawers or you are one wet bitch. Now which is it?"
"Lucy!" Anna said, but her voice lacked any power. And it warbled.
"Keep your hands where they are," Lucy warned. She stepped close. Boldly she reached out and pressed the palm of her hand to Anna's crotch.
Anna knew what she felt. The heat and wetness had quite literally exploded in her body at being caught and called out in such a manner. "Oh my god, you are so fucking wet, what have you been doing all night?" Lucy asked softly. She pressed hard against Anna's pussy. "Answer me!" she hissed but in a whisper.
"I I I..." Anna stammered. Her heart thudded, and that hand on her pussy felt so fucking good. Her hips twitched.
Lucy clearly felt that and her smirk broadened. "Answer my question," she demanded.
