I woke up Saturday morning feeling very refreshed and satisfied. The weather was sunny and cool, but would be getting hotter later in the day. As I poured some coffee I replayed the events from the night before in my mind, trying to come to grips with what had happened. Rich had left early to go golfing with some friends, and there was no sign of Jenna. I made some toast and then changed into some work clothes. I was just getting started on my gardening in the back yard when Jenna poked her head out of the sliding glass door.
"Hey, Mom."
I looked around and saw her, and giving her a smile said, "Hey, good morning, sweetheart."
She smiled back at me and said, "I'm going to go for a run."
"Ok, sounds good, be safe."
She smiled again and closed the door behind her. As I began to pull weeds and tend to my flowers I tried not to overanalyze our brief exchange. Were Jenna and I ok, after last night's events? It felt like there was more we needed to talk about, but I didn't want to stop what I was doing, and didn't want to hold her up from her run.
I worked in the backyard for about an hour, and then went inside to wash my hands and get a drink. As I stood at the kitchen sink sipping some ice water, Jenna came down the hall, fresh from the shower.
"How was your run?"
"Good. Did a little over 5 miles, was such a beautiful morning."
"What do you have planned for the day?"
"Not much. I need to get caught up on my summer school reading and classwork... I may hang out with Leo again later. Kinda depends on what I feel like doing."
I nodded, and then composed myself, took a deep breath, and said, "Honey, are we... are we ok, after last night? I'm just concerned that..."
Her laughing stopped me in mid-sentence, and I said, "What?"
She gave me a big smile and said, "Mom, you are such a worrywart. Of course we're ok, I thought last night was a lot of fun. It's no big deal, honest."
"Ok... well I'm glad you feel that way about it... I just feel like we may have stepped over the line last night, and if so, then..."
She was laughing again. I said, "Aren't you the least bit concerned over what might happen if people find out about what we did last night?"
"No, not really... I've actually met a few people at college this last year that have experience with family members. Some good, some bad. Either way it's not something I would ever talk about with someone I didn't trust. But we're all mature, consenting adults, Mom. I don't have the same outdated notions about sex that you do. To be honest, I feel a lot closer to Dad now, since he and I started messing around. It's like a whole new level of understanding, a deeper relationship, kinda. It's hard to describe. But yes. I'm definitely ok with all of it."
Surprised, it took me a moment to respond. I nodded and said, "Ok, I'm glad. That makes me feel a lot better. Your Dad and I... we used to have quite a bit of fun, with other people. I know he misses it, and I do too. Work has... kind of taken over my life, sad to say."
"Yeah, Dad told me about some of the things you guys used to do. You kept it all pretty well hidden. I had no idea you were bisexual, I actually think that's actually kinda cool. And... kinky."
I blushed and said, "Oh... well... thank you, I guess! I didn't realize Dad had told you about all those things."
"He did. It sounds like a lot of fun. I've had some experiences with some of my friends at college, especially with Lauren, second semester of my freshman year. Being with her convinced me that I enjoy women as much as men."
It was like a lightbulb going off in my mind, hearing her talk about being with another woman. That answered one of the lingering questions in my mind. I took another deep breath and said, "Yes. There is something special, almost more intimate, being with a woman."
"Yes, definitely."
We stood there, looking at each other in silence for a few moments, both of us looking for a sign, a signal to go further.
I broke the ice, and said, "It certainly was very arousing to me to see your Dad and you last night... kind of blew my mind seeing him inside you... watching you both."
She grinned again and replied, "I was going to say the same thing about watching Dad eat you and then watching him inside you. Very hot. I didn't realize you shaved everything off. How do you not get ingrown hairs in front?"
I laughed and said, "I get waxed every month, usually just after my period is over. Been doing that for years."
"I've wondered about giving that a try... shaving is ok, but it's kind of a pain. Is getting waxed as painful as some people tell me?"
"It is, at first, but you get used to it. I take some pain relief pills before I go in, and that helps... as does having a couple glasses of wine afterwards. To me, it's worth it. And once my hair starts to grow back, I scrub with a skin exfoliant every time I shower, to avoid the ingrown hairs."
"Do you have to scrub all around your... around your pussy, or just in front?"
"Just the area in front."
She thought for a few moments, and said, "You look... really smooth."
"Thanks... I got waxed a few days ago, I usually go at lunchtime or when I have an hour or two. The lady that does me is very efficient, it usually doesn't take long."
"I bet Dad loves it."
"He definitely does." I paused and took a deep breath before I said my next sentence, "It also makes a difference when you're eating a woman, there's no hairs to mess with, no scratchy stubble. I still remember the first time I ate a woman who was waxed. It was... incredible."
I kept my eyes locked onto hers, despite the growing nervousness within me. I had given her as clear of a signal as I could; would she take it?
She smiled nervously back at me, and said, "I would... definitely like to try that. It sounds really... fun."
We stared at each other, hiding our desires behind our smiles. I broke the ice again and said, "I'm going to go take a shower..." I swallowed hard and continued, "Maybe, afterwards..."
She nodded and we smiled again at each other, releasing some of the tension out of the conversation. I finished my water and walked into our bedroom, trembling with nervous excitement, making sure to leave the door to the bedroom open. I undressed, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor, noticing that the crotch of my panties was damp.
I was quivering as I stepped into the shower, unsure of what was next. I tried not to rush, but found myself hurriedly washing my hair and skipping the conditioner. I soaped up as quickly as I could, and gave myself a cursory rinse before turning the water off. I dried myself off and hung the towel on the rack. Looking in the mirror, I asked, Am I really going to do this? I took a deep breath and stepped into the bedroom.
Jenna was sitting on Rich's side of the bed, completely naked, waiting for me. She looked up when I stepped out of the bathroom and gave me another nervous smile. In her eyes I could tell she wasn't sure what to do, so I smiled and got onto the bed and patted the spot where I wanted her to lay. She immediately moved into the middle of the bed and laid back. Touching her warm, soft, smooth skin sent an electric thrill through me that I still remember vividly. I kissed her breasts and took each nipple in my mouth, causing her to gasp and moan. I kissed my way down her stomach to her thighs, and she slowly spread her legs apart for me. I took a few moments to caress her thighs and kiss them before settling in between her legs.