This is version 1.2 of the story. The plot, characters and ending are exactly the same, but I cleaned up the grammar and formatting, fixed some inconsistency issues regarding the birth-control subplot, and tried to use clearer language and descriptions in a few places. I hope this is an-around improvement!
-Miss Mesh
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In college, my son Cayden began dating his first serious girlfriend, Juliet. They'd been dating a while before I met her, and their relationship had already passed into the intimate phase. At this point, Cay was an adult, free to make his own decisions, and his father and I had taught him about safe and consensual sex. As long as they were both happy, what they did in private as two consenting adults wasn't any of my business.
Until one day, when it certainly was.
Cay and Julie had decided they'd move in together after graduation...sort of as a test run for marriage, and they spent the last few months of senior year sorting out the details. The day Julie came over for the first time, I had agreed to show off the skills I'd earned after 14 years working as a cruise ship chef, and let the newly-engaged couple spend the night in the guest bedroom. When Julie arrived, we greeted her at the door and Julie's eyes instantly bugged out the first time she saw me. At the time, I took it as simple nervousness. As I took her coat, Julie complimented my makeup and how smooth my skin looked.
As I hung it on the rack, I turned back and noticed her eyes glancing down at the hem of my dress where it halted just above the thickest part of my thigh. It wasn't high enough to seem distasteful, but was at just the right length to show off the fact that I was still proud of my legs at 40. Noticing the way she stared at me, I bashfully asked Julie what was up. Julie's head snapped upward so fast that strands of her red hair slapped her across the face. Brushing it aside hastily, she stammered that she wanted a dress like the one I wore, and mentioned how good it looked on me.
I smiled, blushing from the compliment, and offered to point her to the online shop where I'd bought it. Like her other compliments, I assumed she was just trying to butter me up, to get in her future mother-in-law's good graces. But, I had to admit that it made me feel
really
good.
Cay and Julie seemed like a perfect match and dinner also went flawlessly. She showed off her engagement ring, and my husband and I happily welcomed her into our family. We chatted, laughed, and generally enjoyed one-another's company.
But then, everything changed from one little joke.
I heard Julie whispering while I was walking toward the kitchen, seemingly out of earshot, "God, your Mom is
so fine
, Cay. I could stare at her ass and watch her cook all day. It's just a shame you said she's not into girls..."
I passed it off as harmless, raunchy teasing, until I walked back to the dining table and, feigning ignorance, asked what they were laughing about. With a lustful glint in her eyes, Julie simply winked at me, and it was like a lightning bolt had struck me just in the right spot. Never in my life had I been seriously attracted to a woman before...yeah, I had complimented my girlfriends or flirted in jest every now and again, but there wasn't a single time I felt tempted for anything more. I knew I was attracted to men, and more than that, my husband was the only one I had ever wanted to be with. I was your average, happily married, heterosexual girl.
Or so I thought.
It was that wink, combined with what was said just before, that did something to my head. It rewired something, like turning a circuit from "Off" to "On".
Following that moment, I couldn't get Julie out of my mind. I
obsessed
over her. After Cayden moved out, I insisted on "visiting" to bring them things like bath towels, linens, and other essentials for their new apartment. In addition to pointing Julie to the clothing site I'd mentioned earlier, I spent time with her to pick out an entire wardrobe and...before I knew it...we had matching tastes in outfits. If I called and Julie answered, I found any excuse to keep her on the phone for a few minutes to tell me how things were going and try to coax some secret girl talk. I loved the sound of her voice, I loved the way she laughed, and I loved when she said my name: "Liane". Eventually, I crossed a line when I spent an entire night touching myself to lesbian porn, completely getting my rocks off while I fingered my clit to a woman that bore a striking resemblance to Julie.
All this over a stupid joke.
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One day, Cay came by to visit. Hearing him at the door, I raced there only to be disappointed that Julie wasn't with him. When I asked where she was, Cay gave me a hurt smile. "Damn, Mom. Can't I at least get a hug? Geez, I feel like second place at home, so I'd hoped I was still
your
favorite." Of course, I hugged him after that, feeling like shit and like an utter failure as a mother. And I couldn't let a comment such as that slide, so I asked for an explanation.
What I learned then was as shocking as it was obscene. It turned out that Julie was bisexual, usually with a preference for women, in fact. Fortunately for Cay, her taste in men was simply a lot more picky but no less intense, and he happened to be exactly her type: kind, yet fun. Her attraction to him ran deep, and not even other women did it for her in quite the same way he did.
Until she met me.
According to him, I had all of the qualities in personality that Julie loved about Cay, as well as everything that she physically desired in women. The statement I'd overheard that night wasn't just an idle joke, and the following weeks that I'd inserted myself into their lives had only further cemented Julie's attraction toward me.
"So, what do you think, Mom? Are you interested?"
I almost choked. "Cay! Are you suggesting that I...I...s-sleep with your girlfriend?!"
"Well, you both clearly want it, and the way things are, this is hella awkward. I can tell you for sure, Mom, that if you offer, she won't say no. You're, like....like, her personal fetish or something. I'm almost a little jealous."
And there I was, standing at an immoral crossroads. Staring me in my face was a choice that decided the type of person I was. The smart thing, the responsible thing, would be to tell my son that this could never happen, and that he and his fianceé had serious issues that they needed to work out if they wanted to be together. And to return myself to the ordinary life of a faithful, heterosexual wife and diligent mother.
But that wasn't what I chose. It wasn't the decision that weeks of pent-up, illicit lust forced me to make.
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Cay went home to give Julie my answer, and then I sat and waited. And waited. Alone.
It was a long, agonizing three hours before Julie called and asked if I'd come over to their place this Saturday. She asked so casually, as if we were just meeting for brunch, that I almost questioned if she was aware what this was really about. I wondered if she was as nervous as I was, with my trembling voice and heartbeat pounding in my ears, but doing a better job of masking it. Her voice seemed calm and steady, though, as if she had a plan.
And when the day came, my God...it was like heaven. When she answered the door, Julie was dressed in a sheer, see-through pink nighty with black trim. Through the thin material, every inch of her body was visible, from her thin hourglass figure to the deep, brown areolae that poked out from her chest. She stood at the door of her apartment dressed that way, inviting me with her smile, not caring who else could see us.
