Y Tu Lolá También

Y Tu Lolá También Part V: A Very Open Secret

When the three of them had recovered, they realized something was different. There was a silent pause and the silence was the difference. It had stopped raining. Lo looked out the window flap of the tent and saw that the clouds were clearing up. In the distance she could see a few rays of afternoon sun poking through the clouds. She could hear the drops from the leaves of the trees dripping, but birds were again singing.

Lo suggested that they use the time to get their sopping wet clothes to a laundromat and dry them there.

"What will we wear? Everything's soaked," asked Meri.

"Our bathing suits I guess."

"I'm still starving," chimed in Meri's son.

"You can stay here. The food is dry. Make yourself a sandwich."

Lo and Meri unzipped the tent and emerged from it naked as they day they were born, like twins from the tent-womb. No one else was out or around. They opened the car and rummaged through the clothes to get their suits, put them on and then drove to town together.

I can only imagine what people thought seeing Meri in her thong bikini and Lo in hers dashing into the laundromat to dump their clothes into the wash and then dash back to the car to wait for it to run its course. But, as simple as that plan sounds, it became more complex when, after darting into the laundromat, they discovered the machines only accepted quarters, but they had none.

"Shit! What do we do? The banks are closed," said Lo.

"Restaurants are open," said Meri.

They drove through town and found one diner that seemed like it might have quarters. Meri got out and, wearing nothing but her bikini and a facemask, went in with some bills and asked to exchange them for quarters. She was in luck, despite the looks of surprise she got and the snickers she could hear from the staff.

They then went back to the laundromat and tossed the clothes in the machine. They had an hour to kill and they sat in the car.

The immediate crisis and exhibitionism over, they laughed a little about their situation and then relaxed into an uncomfortable silence, reflecting on everything that had transpired since lunch.

The silence grew unbearable and finally Meri offered, "You know, that's never happened before."

"What?" inquired Lo, since Meri could have been referring to so many things.

"Me. Him. Kissing like that. Him cumming like that. I swear to you."

"I believe you."

"I've only helped him to fall asleep. That's it. Today was different."

"OK," said Lo, not sure why Meri was insisting on this point. "Does Scott know?"

"Know about what?"

"Your bedtime stories," said Lo euphemistically.

"Oh no."

"I guess your plan backfired."

"What?"

"Your plan - to have him become more attracted to me so he'd ween off of you. Seems like the opposite happened."

Meri looked vacantly out the window of the car. "Yeah, I don't know."

"Have you tried to talk to him about it?"

Meri let out a sarcastic chuckle. "Talk to him? This all began because he is so emotionally distant. He retreated into himself after puberty and has remained there ever since. Don't you know, women trade sex for emotional openness."

"Well, he can't be very open about his sex life or sexuality if he's. . ."

"If he's what?"

Lola didn't want to say it, but she didn't know how to avoid it. "If he's being jacked off by his mom."

Suddenly Meri snapped out of her middle-distance stare and her eyes darted directly at Lo. "Are you fucking judging me?"

"No," said Lo, frightened and feeling cornered in the car. "I'm just. . ."

Meri cut her off. "You're one to talk."

"What do you mean by that?" said Lo defensively.

"You know what I mean."

"What?"

"I've read your blog. I've read the entire thing," she said in a menacing tone.

"Yeah, so."

"I might jack off my son, but. . ."

"But what?" asked Lo, nervously. She didn't want to know what Meri knew about her.

Seeing Lo squirm, Meri leaned back and looked out the window. "Entering the dog days of summer," she said as if it were a non sequitur. "Hot, wet, sticky, dog days of summer," she added with a sinister undertone.

Lo's face turned red, as did her chest. She could hear the beat of her heart in her ears like the sound of the bass thumping at a dance club.

There was a loud silence for what seemed like a small eternity. The women just looked at each other trying to read each other's mind. Meri knew she had the upper hand in this based upon Lo's brow perspiring.

"It's ok," said Meri finally. "Your secret - I mean, it's hardly a secret since you posted about it on your blog and in your books - is safe with me."

"Does Scott know?" asked Lo.

"Of course."

"And the kids?"

"I don't know. I don't talk to them about you."

"What do you think about it?"

"I think you're a dirty bitch. . . and I like it. Just don't fucking judge me."

Lo scrunched her legs up and hugged her knees. She was about to cry. It had been a harrowing weekend so far.

"Take it easy, kid," said Meri. She leaned over and pet Lo's long hair. "We all have shame, sins, shadow sides." Meri's words were carefully chosen and Lo knew at that moment that she had not only read about her misdeeds, but had committed them to memory.

Lo turned toward Meri, tears in her eyes. "It's not my proudest moment."

"Sin boldly," commanded Meri. Suddenly her red hair and red tongue seemed to Lo like the spitting image of Satan in female form.

Meri leaned in and took Lo's face in her hand, about to kiss Lo's trembling red lips with her own wickedly wild mouth when suddenly there was a knock on the metal of the car from outside and a police officer stepped up to the driver's side window. It was open already. Meri swiveled in her seat and turned toward the officer abruptly.

"You're parked in a loading area," he said.

Lo could only see from his stomach down to his crotch.

"Sorry officer," said Meri.

He bent down and looked in the window at Lo.

"Is there a problem, officer?" asked Meri.

"What brings you two girls around here?" he asked. He had a navy-blue mask on, per the COVID rules. Lo couldn't tell if he was smiling or looking sinister.

"Just doing laundry," said Meri.

He kept on staring in the window.

"You always do laundry in your bikinis?"

"Is it against the law?" asked Meri, half flirtatiously and half rebelliously.

He looked at her again. His face was very close to hers at this point. "Is that all you're doing?" he asked.

"We're sitting here talking. What's it look like we're doing? Drugs? You want to strip search me?" Meri said in a challenging tone as she pulled her top to the side, letting out her tits and then stretched the top of her bikini bottoms to let him look down at her smooth mons pubis. "You got a bodycam on?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"Too bad. But I'm sure you'll remember this."

"Just move the car," he said as he walked away, embarrassed that she had gotten the best of him.

Meri started it up and drove two car lengths down the street and parked again. She watched in her rearview mirror as the officer walked away.

"Wow!" said Lo. "That was traumatic."

"Fuck him," said Meri. "He doesn't know who he's dealing with. I've had a whole lifetime of trauma."

"What's that mean?" asked Lo.

"You can imagine," she said.

Lo could imagine. All of her imaginings were possible, but she had no idea what was probable. She was curious but, as she said, "I don't want to open any wounds."

Meri let out a chuckle and said, "You know, the root of the word 'trauma' is 'wound.' We all enter this world through a wound." She paused. Then, as if musing to herself, stream-of-consciousness style, she added, "We are conceived through a wound. We women carry that wound on our bodies and try to heal that wound through filling it with all sorts of stuff - dicks, dildos, fists - you name it. Nothing ever heals that wound. When we die, we slice a wound in the great mother earth and are buried in it. The life of a woman is nothing but trauma rounded by a wound. If we're lucky, grass grows where the scar once was and everything fades into the infinity of time."

Lo sat with that for a bit before adding. "Life is hard. Good sex is harder."

The two of them laughed.

They both got out and popped into the laundromat to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer.

"We got about an hour," said Meri. "What do you want to do? I'm tired of sitting in town being harassed by horny cops."

"About halfway between here and the campground, I saw a sign for a beach. Want to swim?"

Meri looked at Lo and said, "We're dressed for it. That's about all we're dressed for."

"Dressed for success," replied Lo.

Meri started up the car and they went to the small beach. Because of the afternoon's rain, no one was there. They had it to themselves. The brief but torrential storm didn't clear out the hot and humid air, it ushered in even warmer and more muggy air. It was still overcast, but the placid lake looked inviting.

They got out of the car and waded in. "Feels great," said Meri, as she held Lo in her arms and kissed her.

Lo reciprocated.

"Did you like being eaten out?" asked Meri.

"Which time? By you or your son?"

"Both. Either."

"I never was eaten out by a MILF before. And I certainly was never eaten out by a MILF and her son!"

"You liked it?" Meri asked again, holding Lo's ass tightly with both hands, pulling Lo's body very close to hers in the water."

"I was as wet as this lake."

"He lapped you up," she said, "like a dog."

"He did."

"You like that," Meri said this time, not asked.

Lo didn't know if she was referring to being eaten out by her son or by a dog. Did it matter? "I love that," she said.

"What if we found a stray dog out here in the woods?" asked Meri.

"It would give new meaning to the term 'dogging,'" said Lo.

"Tell me about it."

"You really want to see me debased."

"I want to see you in the mud over there, fucked by a horny hound," Meri admitted.

"You're bad," said Lo in an enticing, seductive tone.

"You have no idea how bad."

"I'm actually a little afraid to find out," said Lo.

"I have read everything about you. I confess, I wasn't this way before that. I was bad in high school and really bad in college. But you. . . you opened me up to entirely new possibilities of porn."

"Me?" cooed Lo, innocently.

Meri kissed her again. "I can't believe I have you here in my arms right now. A nymph. A legend. A goddess."

"Now you're just flattering me."

"No I'm not. I mean it. I've cum to your sexcapades so many times. I've imagined this moment so vividly so many nights. I'm old, but there's something timeless about you. You're half my age, but you seem older, wiser, more experienced by two."

"You have way more experience," said Lo. "I mean, you have three sons." Lo didn't mean it to sound sexual, but, given the circumstances, it was unavoidable.

"Forget that. It's nothing," said Meri. "I wish I was young again. To be twenty again. Knowing what I know now. I would do everything differently. Better."

"You know what they say: Forty is the new twenty."

"That's bullshit. Who says that? People in their twenties? Forty-six, married, three kids, sexually frustrated, full of passion and untapped potential. There's nothing enviable about that. Damaged goods. Psychotic suburban housewife. Having a fling with a nympho amateur internet porn star in a foolish, futile attempt to have one last gasping grasp at a fulfilling life. I know I can't have you, can't keep you. But I can fuck you and you can fuck me. I can put all these dashed dreams and disappointments away for a fleeting moment of orgasmic bliss with you. At least when I'm in my seventies I'll be able to think back to licking your pink pussy and fingering your tight ass. I'll have that."

Lo wasn't sure, since they were in the lake and Meri's hair was wet, but it looked to her like Meri was crying as she monologued. When she brought her speech to a close, she kissed Lo hard on the lips and pulled Lo down into the water with her. Maybe this was how she concealed her tears.

They kissed. They swam. They kissed some more. All the while, the sun was slowly dispersing the clouds until finally there was full light and glory covering them in a curtain of gold.

"I've gotta pee," said Meri, quietly to Lo, as if someone could be listening.

"Yeah?"

"I guess if the lake is good enough for the fish to pee in. . ."

"I have a better idea," said Lo.

She led Meri to the water's edge and Lo sat looking up at Meri. "Go ahead," she said.

Meri looked down at Lo. "You are a perv." She pulled her bikini bottom to one side.

"No," interrupted Lo. "Pull them down. Off is better, actually."

Meri pulled the bottoms off. She straddled her legs above Lo's face. She let loose, discharging her golden shower down on Lo's hair, face, open mouth, shoulders, breasts, and tum. Her stream gleamed in the golden light of the afternoon sun.

It pleased her to use Lo like that. It strangely aroused her. She never had done or even thought of doing such a thing. Well, maybe she thought of it when she read about Lo letting men do it to her. What a beautiful, disgusting, degraded, debauched, depraved slut, she thought to herself.

Lo stood up, kissed Meri, and then walked out into the lake and dove into the water.

Meri followed.

"You're the kinkiest, dirtiest, most deviant whore I know," she said to Lo.

Lo looked at Meri straight in the eyes and said, "I finally understand what the old saying, 'It takes one to know one,' means."

They swam for a while more before returning to the shore where they looked for Meri's bikini bottoms. They weren't where she had left them. In fact, they weren't anywhere to be found! After a lot of looking, they finally gave up the search and just hopped in the car - Meri pantless.

They drove back to town and Lo ran into the laundromat to grab the dry clothes. Meri threw a towel over her lap and they drove back to the campsite where they unpacked the clothes and carefully put things away again.

"Are you going to steal these, or should I just give them to you now?" asked Lo, holding up one of her thong panties and addressing Meri's son.

He blushed and said, "I'll just keep the panties I'm wearing, if that's ok with you."

Lo laughed.

It had been a long, exhausting day. They prepared dinner over the fire and packed up everything to avoid visitors from the animals in the night. They also packed what they could in the car since it was their last night of the vacation.

By the time they were done, Lo and Meri were both tired and they turned in. Meri's son soon followed. The three of them took the same positions in the tent that they had established the previous two nights: Lo on the left, Meri on the right, and Meri's son in the middle.