Ben ran out the door to school shouting his good bye as he went. Inside Julie and her Mother were sitting at the kitchen table over coffee and eggs. Nothing had been said since Ben had left, and Julie felt an unbearable need to talk.
"So...Momma you probably didn't miss that Charlie spent the night here. Some of it with me, though you won't have missed hearing her and Ben, they were very loud...."
"Julie honey, if you feel like you need to explain anything to me, then don't worry. The woman in our family have always been very sexual. I won't tell anyone's story other than my own. You know that funny queasy feeling you get in your stomach when you meet someone special for the first time? When I was at college it happened a few times, and I dated a few guys, though some of them were only for one night."
Julie listened wide eyed. Her Mother had always been just that -- her Mother. As an adult she'd never seen her around her Dad, with him leaving when she was only thirteen, so the idea of her as a woman was unsettling, different and new. Here she was telling her that she had a pretty wild time at college. One night stands too...not what she expected.
"Of course I was tame compared to my room mate Sharon. She fully embraced the college lifestyle, never really having what you would call a significant other for more than a few weeks. She slept with girls too...lots of girls and if the noises from her bedroom were any guide she was very good at it. Sharon almost never shut her door and you could see her bed from mine. She always kept a lamp on too, so any time I wanted to I got to watch."
Julie's jaw was sagging at this point. Momma the voyeur? Holy fuck this was unexpected, but at the same time she felt close and trusted as she told her the most intimate secrets of her life as a young woman.
"There's no doubt she enjoyed being the exhibitionist, but she would sometimes watch me too, though there were very few nights that I brought someone back to our place and Sharon was alone. Anyway this is all for context. After a particularly bad break up with a boy I'd been seeing for a few months, she took me out 'to liberate my mind' as she called it. Three days of moping and weeping were enough for Sharon. Of course she took me to a gay club and we had an amazing time drinking and dancing -- yes Julie I love to dance honey."
That brought a smile and a laugh to her Daughter's face. She seemed much less shocked and now intrigued by the story.
"To cut a long story short we brought home a couple of girls. Sharon disappeared into her room and for once shut the door. I was left with this cute sandy haired girl with glasses and we had been talking and dancing all night. I had NO idea what I was doing, but eventually she told me she was going to kiss me and she did. It was glorious and exciting, and well...you know..."
Julie smiled warmly. Her Mother was ever so slightly embarrassed.
"You had sex. It's fine Momma I figured that that out around ten minutes ago."
Samantha laughed too. For all that this was a tale she had fully intended to share with Julie for a while now, it still felt pretty awkward.
"Her name was Christine and we dated the remainder of that semester. I was a little in love with her, and I felt more relaxed around her than I did any of the boys that I had dated before. She was a senior and I was a sophomore, she graduated and moved to Seattle to join a software company. But I was her date to the graduation ball, and we had a wonderful few days before she left."
Julie noted a tear or two forming in the corner of her Mother's eyes.
"I was heartbroken but she had to follow her dreams. We kept in touch for a while, then she told me that she'd met someone. I was pleased for her, but I was on my own again. When I got back to campus I studied hard, partied pretty hard too but mostly in the gay bars. I slept with a bunch of women and the occasional man, but nobody stuck. Until I met your Dad of course. Anyway, the purpose of the tale is this. I'm rather obviously bisexual, and I'm very comfortable being so. This was not a phase, this was not the "college fling". One night with a girl doesn't necessarily mean that you are too, one very noisy night I might add, but you could be. And I want you to know that I will love you every bit as much regardless."
Samantha stood up and walked around the table, kissed her Daughter on the cheek and hugged her tightly. Tears were shed but they were replaced with smiles.
"Momma I had no idea, but thanks for sharing with me. I've been wondering about myself for a while, but when all these gorgeous woman started hanging around the house, it sort of put things into focus. There is no one special right now, but I'm not going to be ashamed if I look at a girl and think that she's hot, or cute, or interesting."
Samantha squeezed her tighter which made Julie squeal.
"Oh shoot look at the time, I need to get moving, I have a class in forty minutes."
Julie bolted upstairs and Samantha heard the shower running almost immediately. She sipped on a fresh mug of coffee, quietly pleased that she'd helped her Daughter feel more comfortable about herself, even if it meant telling the tale of her wild days at college. It did make her wonder if she was not being entirely honest with herself by only haphazardly dating men. Time perhaps to think about which apps she was using and widen her dating pool. She'd done that as much for the children's sake as anything, but now they were both adults and her Daughter seemed to be very fine with it. Time for a chat with Ben and to clear the air.
At East Franklin High School, Elizabeth Walker sat in her car, taking a final moment to check her hair and makeup, and debating how many buttons she could get away with unfastening on her blouse. The red cardigan topped the blouse, while a grey tartan skirt with hold up stockings completed the ensemble. She looked and felt great, horny for sure, but great. Masturbating on camera to her Mistress was an intense experience, one that had her cum harder and longer than she'd felt in a very long time. She'd wanted to do it again in the shower but she'd been told to submit control of her pleasure, and she had.
Consequently she'd packed the soaked panties she'd worn that morning in the zip lock bag, and had them tucked in her own handbag, awaiting instructions. Now she was bare below, and it felt exhilarating and dangerous all at once. She was ready to get out the car when her extra phone buzzed.
'Show me you've dressed as I instructed. Pictures right now.'
Elizabeth's heart skipped a couple of beats, quickly checked around and took a few pics, the final showing her skirt raised and her pussy glistening in anticipation. She sent the pics immediately.
'Very good Whore. You'll have a visitor today who will collect the package. In addition, you will bring her to orgasm with tongue and fingers. If you do well there will be a reward, but know that I will have a full and detailed report on your compliance to my instructions.'
Elizabeth acknowledged and resisted the urge to finger herself there and then. She almost leapt out of her skin when her window was tapped a couple of times and she found herself facing a smiling Charlotte.
"Hey Mrs W, love the outfit today. See ya later!"
Elizabeth laughed, but still watched the diminutive Charlotte walk away, hips swaying as she walked arm in arm with Bethany, who looked and nodded at Elizabeth, then went into the school. Who would be her mysterious visitor? She thought back to the previous day and the group of young women in her classroom as she stepped out of the cupboard. She counted them in her head and came to six...what if it was someone else? Her day promised to be interesting, plus she was expected to bring a new pussy to orgasm. Her skills were decent if a little rusty, but she would find out soon enough if they were up to standard.
Ben's journey to school was uneventful, and after he'd parked he was looking into his backpack for a granola bar that he'd stashed a day or two ago. He looked up to see the twins standing in front of the car, watching and waiting. He got distinct "The Shining" vibes for a brief moment, however they soon smiled at him and he got out the car. He was about to greet them when Karla stepped forward and handed him an envelope with 217 written on the outside.
"Tonight 7pm Starlight Motel. Knock three times then use the keycard in the envelope. Krystyna will be waiting for you."
Ben took the envelope and tucked it away in his jacket pocket. Katy leaned in and gave him a hug, swiftly followed by her sister.
"She's quite nervous Ben. Take your time and let her get comfortable with you, just be yourself. Any problems just call us. Oh and Ben, we'll be sure to thank you properly on Sunday." Karla giggled at her twin's innuendo, though it was abundantly obvious what that meant.
"I'll do my best. Silly question, do you have a picture of her so I know who I'm meeting?" Karla fiddled with her phone for a moment and Ben's device pinged. It was a picture of a slightly older version of the twins, flanked by them in their uniforms at a football game. The resemblance was strong, but Krystyna was a little taller and curvier, filling out her jeans and tee shirt rather nicely.
"She's pretty, and definitely your sister. I know this is all a bit strange, but I will do my best not to make it weird for her."
Karla and Katy took a hand each, then hugged him together. With that they turned and the trio walked into school, Ben flanked by them and warmly chatting away as though they had no cares in the world.
Ben's new popularity with the cheerleaders, and indeed a lot of the women in the senior class had not gone unnoticed by a number of rather envious football players, their high school athletic careers finished and no longer the focus of the school. Here was a nerd who'd been at deaths door a few months earlier and now all of the hot girls were fawning over him. Dan, who up until two weeks ago was dating Bethany Jones and was a shoe in for Prom King as a result was especially bitter, as he'd been unsuccessfully trying to get a replacement Prom date.
"Fuck it man, what does nerd boy Franklin have? Have you seen the way the chicks are all over that dweeb? Maybe I should get sick too.."
