Summary:
Divorced horny MILF explores her lesbian side with teenager.
Note 1:
This is 2018 April Fool's Day contest story so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Dave, Robert and Wayne for editing.
MILF TURNS: Daughter's Best Friend
I was going through my boxes in the master bedroom of my new apartment, having sold the house after the divorce, when I came across a box of sex toys... still wearing my teacher attire after a long day.
I was surprised for a couple of reasons:
1. There were a lot of them.
2. They weren't mine.
I was also surprised by the variety: dildos, handcuffs, a strap-on cock, a double ended dildo, and several different vibrators, which were a lot more modern than my own lone ten-plus year old one.
I was holding a unique looking vibrator when my daughter's good friend Amanda let herself in with the key I'd given her and walked into the room.
"Am I interrupting something?" Amanda asked.
"Um, no, I, um," I struggled to say, "these aren't mine."
Amanda walked over to me, glanced inside and said casually, "Oh, these are Jenna's."
"All of them?" I asked, looking back down into the box.
Amanda nodded, putting her hand in the box and picking up the double ended dildo, "Yep, all of them."
"It's quite the collection," I said, feeling awkward to have a vibrator belonging to my daughter in my hand.
"She likes variety," Amanda shrugged, which had my head spinning. My nineteen year old college freshman daughter was on her way home for Spring Break from Harvard and her good friend had come over to wait for her, and to help me unpack.
I seriously couldn't fathom Jenna having such an assortment of sex toys, and never mind lesbian toys.
I was stunned that Amanda was obviously familiar with the collection while I hadn't had a clue.
Plus, this meant Jenna was not only sexually active, but was also either bi or lesbian.
"Wow! I just didn't...." I said, then stopped, unsure what to say.
"You didn't know Jenna was bi?" Amanda asked, as I watched her absent-mindedly stroking the double ended dildo. Were Amanda and Jenna an item? Amanda had spent many nights in our home back in high school and....
"I had no idea," I finally answered. I added, "I didn't even know she was sexual."
"Mrs. Berg," she said. "It's 2018."
"Please, just call me Lucy," I said, no longer being Mrs. Berg; the paperwork was done and I had officially returned to my maiden name 'Watson'.
"Okay, Lucy," Amanda agreed.
"So are you two, um..." I began.
"Do Jenna and I fuck?" Amanda asked bluntly.
"Oh my God," I gasped.
"You have toys too, don't you?" Amanda asked, the girl who had been in my house hundreds of times and had never once sworn until now.
"One," I admitted, feeling compelled to answer.
"What is it?" Amanda asked.
"Um, this is a strange conversation," I said, putting the toy back in the box.
"Lucy," Amanda said reprovingly, sitting down on the bed next to me. "I'm nineteen."
"Yes, you are," I agreed.
"Lucy, please tell me you have been with someone since you tossed your husband out of the house," Amanda said.
"No," I whispered.
"You can't be serious," Amanda said. "I know guys have asked you out."
"I just wasn't ready," I said. I then added, "I'm still not ready."
"You need to get back out there," Amanda continued. "If nothing else, just to get laid."
"Amanda!" I gasped, shocked by this frank conversation.
"Amanda
what
?" she objected. "You have needs: needs that should be fulfilled."
"I guess," I nodded, indeed missing having orgasms that weren't from my fingers or my tired little old vibe.
"You don't even have a fuck buddy?" Amanda asked.
"Oh my God!" I said.
"Lucy," Amanda continued. "Those are words you should be using just as you get off."
"Aaaarrrrrgh," I moaned, covering my ears.
"That too," Amanda continued, seeming to enjoy her impact on me... even though she did seem sincerely shocked that I had gone so long without.
"What has gotten into you?" I asked, my head spinning with bewilderment.
"All of these," she smiled wickedly, pointing to the box, and apparently answering my earlier question about her and Jenna.
"I feel like I'm on a twisted version of Candid Camera," I joked, "or Totally Busted," although she likely had no idea what those shows even were.
Amanda got up and asked, "Where is your sex toy?"
I didn't answer, but glanced to my nightstand.
She went to it, opened the drawer and pulled out my small vibe. She asked, looking mortified, "You can't be serious?"
"What?" I asked, even though after seeing my daughter's collection of toys, all bigger than mine, I knew exactly what she was asking.
"This poor old thing couldn't possibly get you off," Amanda said, dropping it back in my drawer as if it were a dusty, shriveled up prune.
I laughed, somehow feeling comfortable saying it, "Neither could my husband."
Amanda laughed as she walked back to me and asked, all serious, "When did you last come from sex with another person?"
"I think Milli Vanilli was still popular and we still thought they were the ones actually singing," I joked.
"Mr. Berg never got you off?" Amanda asked.
"I don't think so," I answered.
"You don't think so," Amanda said, shaking her head. "I get off at least once a day and that's on a slow day."
"TMI," I joked.
"Seriously," Amanda continued. "I don't even recall the last day I didn't get off."
"Your period," I pointed out.
"God, no," she said. "Those are some of my best orgasms."