I was happy to receive the invitation to my kid-sister's wedding. She was twenty-one and had met a rich Texan at college. Now they were getting married in Florida. Arrangements were made to fly me in from California were I live and work.
The only problem I had with the wedding is that I would have to meet my mother again. I hadn't seen her since my teenage days. My father fought with my mom constantly until finally he divorced her and disappeared when I was fifteen years old. Outside my sister, my Mom was the only family I had.
Then one day, during an angry spat, she told me the truth. She wasn't my biological mother. She'd married my father with me in tow from a previous marriage. My sister was their own daughter. I resented her telling me this so late and felt betrayed. To get her back, I told her bluntly that I was a lesbian.
"No, Karen, you can't be," my mother screamed, her face becoming contorted with pain and horror.
My admission hurt her deeply because she was a devote church-going woman and the scandal would damage her reputation. We fought for weeks and the arguments became endless. Finally, I left home, went to college, and eventually found a good job.
I would not have contact with my mother for several years. Over time, however, I felt rootless and wanted to be normal, like other women with mothers. So I gripped my fears and phoned my mother last year. When we talked, I realized she had changed, become less rigid. In one of our conversations, she asked if I was still a lesbian and she seemed to accept this better than I expected. She seemed almost happy, which I felt so odd.
Yet, I was still nervous to meet her. As it worked out, my sister put us in the same luxury hotel. My hands were shaking as I once again I saw her blonde hair and gorgeous body. My mother wore her apprehension on her face, but it soon disappeared as we hugged and even cried. Soon she broke out into a happy smile and years of resentment and anger fell away from my own heart.
"Can I still call you Mom?" I asked still choked with emotion.
"Karen," she replied softly, "you can call me Ann or Mom. Whatever your heart wishes, darling."
When we hugged, it struck me that she had gained some weight but it didn't take away from her figure. She pulled me toward her and embraced my body warmly, letting me feel her warm full figure motherly body. It was a long hug and it gave me a strange feeling. It wouldn't be until a little later that I would understand the dark fantasies that fueled such a sensuous embrace.
My sister and fiancée treated us nicely, taking us to dinner and sightseeing. After the second day, my mother and I went shopping for new dresses.
"You look wonderful, Karen," my mother remarked as we started out. "You've grown into a beautiful woman."
I blushed at the compliment. I'd always tried to keep my body in shape. My body is tall and shapely with 36B cups for breasts and a curvy bum. I've worked hard to keep my stomach flat and my butt firm. My facial features were sharp (a rather long nose) but attractive with dark eyes, both framed by my long brown straight hair.
"You look great too, Mom," I replied, admiring her ample breasts and large but not fat hips. She always had a soft face with large eyes. I always admired her blonde hair and shapely legs. She looked very mature, very maternal and, in her own way, very sexy—something I felt odd recognizing.
The third shop we entered was very chic. A young clerk came up and started to help my mother. My mother looked at the girl as she spoke, almost staring at her. I raised an eyebrow, noting the infatuation with the young clerk before busying myself with finding a dress I liked.
As I was about to take a dress into the fitting room, one of the clerks came up and hugged me. It was someone named "Melody," the manager of the shop.
I didn't think I knew this person and it took me a minute to recognize my old college mate. We'd been lovers in college and now she was married with two children. In minutes she ushered me into a change room and we hugged some more. We were both the same age, twenty-seven. She was a short thin woman with dark hair. I was a tall brunette.
We chatted as I took off my dress to try a new one on. I stood there in my panties, bra and stockings. Old feelings die hard. It wasn't long before Melody jumped up and kissed me spontaneously.
"I haven't done this since college, with you," she squealed with delight.
I could feel that seeing me sparked all kind of fantasies in my old lover. Soon we were kissing passionately.
Melody let her hand roam over my bare back and settle on my ass. I pulled up her black dress so I could squeeze her small feminine ass. Melody had been a hot lover and I could feel the same energy. We kissed and her hand grabbed my bra.
Melody's slim body seemed more full and robust since we'd been "a number."
"You've gained a little weight, Melody," I said jokingly, "the married life must be treating you good."
"It's the children that put on the weight," she said between kisses.
I'd never been with a married woman before and my fantasies to seduce one erupted in my mind.
As if to read my mind, Melody looked into my eyes and said:
"You're curious to see if I've changed, aren't you?"
Not letting me answer, she leaned against the mirrored wall. I got on my knees and slid my hands up her dress. Melody held her dress up for me. I was very aroused as I looked at her white panties and garter belt. I unfastened each garter and dragged her white lacy panties to her knees. It was obvious she didn't shave her snatch like she had in college. Her pussy was thick with dark curly hair.
"I hope you still like it, Karen," Melody said anxiously. "My husband Jim likes the hair."
"It's beautiful, Melody," I replied giggling. "I like hair too. What matters is if you're still the hot pussy I remember."
I rubbed my finger along her hairy slit happy to see the first film of wetness appear on the hairs closest to her slit. Melody shivered with excitement and embarrassment as I twirled the pubic hair with my fingers. The idea of kissing the cunt of a mother drove me crazy.
I stayed with her pubic hairs for a moment, combing my hand through her bush and pushing aside her labial lips to see her pink twat inside. As I did so, she twitched her hips, feeling awkward to have her privates observed so closely.
"Your bush really filled out," I said observing the way the thick hair traveled in the direction of her navel and down toward her ass crack.
The mother bit her lip, nervous at my inspection of her genitals.
"You always were an exhibitionist, weren't you Melody?" I asked, as I continued to tease and play with the lush hairs, pulling on the waxy bush with my fingers. It was cute the way her pubic hairs hid her mature womanhood.
Melody twitched again, as she became self-conscious. Seeing herself as a mother, she perhaps couldn't believe that she could so easily fall back into her old ways after being married and "normal" for so long.
Goose-pimples appeared on my arms. I let my nose sniff her maternal pussy before I let my tongue feel its way along her hairy slit. Melody squirmed nicely for me. Feeling her arousal again, I remembered all the crazy games we played and teased each other with while we made love.
I pulled back and let my fingers play again with her thick labial folds, exposing her wet pink inner tissue. The woman moaned with desire. I knew it wouldn't take much for her to cum.
"Are you one of those suburban soccer moms who acts like a lady but wishes she was a whore?" I asked teasingly.
