Learning About Mom

This story is dedicated to jah6041, who provided the idea that led to this story -- may your dreams come true.

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"I'm home!" I called out as the door shut loudly behind me.

It was mid-afternoon and I'd just gotten home from college for my summer break. It was unlikely that she'd be home, and the answering silence confirmed that I had the house to myself.

Mom worked hard - she always had, since the divorce. She did everything she could to make sure that I was taken care of and refused to accept help. She wouldn't even let me help with the bills when I had a job in high school. Instead, I did what I could to help around the house -- cooking, cleaning, and laundry.

As I looked around, it was pretty clear that she still needed a hand with chores; the front room was a mess. After I unloaded my bags in my room, I started tidying up while I waited for Mom to get home.

While straightening the living room, I found a book with a blank cover holding a bookmark. Unable to contain my curiosity, I opened to the first page. I immediately recognized the handwriting as Mom's and reflexively closed the book.

Mom's keeping a diary?

I thought.

She's never kept a diary before. Why'd she start now?

My curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the book again. The first entry was only a few months old, just after I headed back to school from winter break. For a while, the entries were pretty short; Mom had clearly been trying to figure out what she wanted to write. After about a month of entries, there was a juicy nugget:

I guess now that I'm a month into this, it's a bit safer to open up now. At least if someone finds this, they'll get bored a few entries in. So, here it goes:

I want to know what it's like to have sex with a woman.

Wait, what?

I asked myself, as I read that last line again.

Mom's curious about women?

I had to keep reading.

I've always been happy with men - the thought of a hard cock makes my pussy drip. But lately I've found myself increasingly interested in women. I daydream about pressing my mouth to the soft lips of another woman, her breasts in my hands and mouth, her lips on my pussy, taking my turn to lick her.

Honestly, I've been somewhat curious about having sex with women for years. But ever since Jessica has settled in at college, my curiosity has been getting stronger. Women have been dominating my masturbation fantasies lately.

If only I knew where to start.

I suddenly realized that I had absentmindedly started rubbing my pussy through my shorts. I jerked my hand away, feeling a bit ashamed.

Stop getting off on Mom's diary!

I scolded myself.

The idea of Mom wanting to have sex with another woman didn't bother me. At college, my roommate and I had helped each other out several times when we were horny. I loved eating pussy almost as much as I loved riding cock. What bothered me was that I didn't know this about Mom. I thought we had been sharing everything with each other.

Suddenly, I heard Mom's car pull into the drive. I quickly slammed the bock shut and ran it to her room, where I left it on her nightstand. Hopefully, she would just assume I had found it while tidying up and done my best to put it away. I plopped down on the living room couch, staring at my phone, just as she stepped through the front door.

"Jessica, I saw your car in the drive," she called. "Are you around?"

"Yeah, Mom," I answered. "In the living room."

"Thanks for tidying up," she said, walking into the room. "I just never seem to have the energy to do it myself."

"I know, and you're welcome."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'm a bit tired after my drive," I began. "And I'm sure you're tired after work. How about we order a pizza?"

"Pizza it is!"

While we waited for the pizza to arrive, Mom and I went and got comfortable for the evening. For some reason, my definition of "comfortable" that night was a lacey bra and panty set under one of my long sleep shirts.

After we ate, we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie. Mom was partially leaning against the arm rest, while I leaned up against her with her arm around me. Every now and then, her hand would gently stroke my arm, sending tingles through my body. Her gentle touches, combined with thoughts of what I had read that afternoon, kept me moist all through the show.

When the movie was over, I said goodnight to Mom and headed to bed, claiming that I was utterly exhausted from my drive. However, the truth was that I was desperately horny.

As soon as the door closed, I stripped off everything and climbed in my bed. I played with my breasts, switching between light caresses, firm squeezes, and roughly pinching my nipples. Before long I was sliding a hand between my legs, plunging a finger into my wet cunt. Once I was at the edge, I drove my fingers as deep inside myself as possible, moving my palm in circles over my clit, and pinched a nipple with my other hand. My orgasm was so intense that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

Damn, where did that come from?

I wondered as I lay in my bed panting. I never came that hard without help from someone else. Unfortunately, answers were not to be uncovered that night, as I drifted off to sleep, worn from my drive and my intense orgasm.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of a car starting. I looked out the window just in time to see Mom driving off, probably headed to work.

I put on some shorts and a tank top, then headed down for breakfast. As I ate, my mind kept drifting back to the events of yesterday: reading Mom's diary, being aroused by her caresses, and the intense end to my masturbation. Clearly, the three were connected.

How could Mom turn me on so much?

I wondered.

Is it just because I found out she's into women? Is there something wrong with me? Though, she is pretty hot.

Stop that!

I scolded myself.

Finished with breakfast, I took care of my dishes and started wandering the house, lost in my thoughts. Eventually, I ended up in my room, sitting on my bed. I lay down, thinking I'd take a little nap, when I realized the bed was too big. Somehow, I'd ended up in Mom's bed instead of mine.

I quickly got up, ready to make a quick exit, when I saw her diary. Like a flame draws in a moth, that little book drew me in. I opened it up to a random entry:

I want to try being with a woman so bad. I wish there was someone I could trust to help me explore my curiosity, help me find out. Jessica's so lucky to have a roommate to experiment with, someone that she's come to trust and can turn to without any judgement. Someone who is also just trying to figure out who they are.

With that, an idea flashed into my head -- maybe I could be that person for Mom. If she enjoyed herself, it would give her the confidence to try and find someone else; if she didn't, then it would be just another secret for us to share.

There was a brief surge of shame at the thought of having sex with my mother, but my desire to help her quickly pushed it aside. This was clearly something that had been troubling her for a while, and I wanted to help her as best I can. After all she'd done for me, giving her a safe way to explore her curiosity would be just a drop in the bucket by comparison.

For dinner, I made chicken cordon bleu and grilled asparagus, some of Mom's favorite dishes. As I was setting the table, I put a small vase of fresh flowers out. I considered adding some candles, but I didn't want to push too hard at the start.

As we cleaned up after dinner, I started to put the first steps in motion.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie?" I asked.

"Sure. Did you have something in mind?"

"Yeah. I was thinking we could watch

Atomic Blonde

." I'd picked the movie partly for the lesbian interactions, but also because I was pretty sure my mother hadn't seen it yet.

"What's that about?"

Perfect

, I thought.

She hasn't heard about it.

"It's a bit of an action thriller," I responded. "A secret agent gets double crossed and has to make her way to safety with some important information."

"Sounds like fun. Meet in the living room in a few minutes?"

"Sure." Now for my first step of outright boldness. "Unless you want to watch in your room. Might be more comfortable to cuddle in your bed."

Mom hesitated, then said, "You know what, that sounds nice. Just make sure you knock before you come in. I don't always get changed as quicky as you do."

"Oh, by the way," I said, "I rented the movie on Vudu, so you should be able to get it set up."

"Thanks, sweetie."

I went and got changed into the outfit I'd already picked out: a pair of black, satin cheeky hipsters and a matching chemise that wasn't quite long enough to cover my panty clad assets.

When I got to Mom's room, the door was still closed, so I knocked.

"You can come in, Jessica," came her prompt reply.

When I opened the door, I saw that she had on a simple cotton camisole and some pajama shorts. I also say how her cheeks flushed and her eyes opened wide as she caught sight of me. But she didn't say anything; her eyes stayed locked on my lower body as I slowly walked to the bed.

"Earth to Mom," I teased after climbing in her bed.

"Huh?" she said, snapping out of her daze. "Oh, sorry, honey. Guess I zoned out for a minute, she finished as she lifted her arm to let me cuddle in.

I lay my head on her left breast, and my hand on her stomach just as she pressed play on the movie. As the movie progressed, I let my hand slowly work its way up and across her body, until it was resting just below her right breast.

Then we got to the scene where Lorraine and Delphine meet at the bar. As their lips met, I heard mom make a small noise, like a mix between a moan and a sigh. When they moved to a bed, I let my hand slide up until I was cupping Mom's breast. It took every bit of self-control I had to just rest my hand there. She froze for a moment, then gently pushed my hand back down to her stomach. As the scene got steamier, I could hear Mom's breathing get more intense.

Abruptly, the image on the screen froze, with Lorraine's mouth on Delphine's tit. I barely resisted the urge to express my disappointment.

"Well," said Mom, "I'm beat. Let's call it a night."

"Yeah, me, too," I responded, making a show of stretching and yawning. "Goodnight, Mom."

I carefully placed a kiss on her cheek, just next to her mouth. As I pulled away, I could see that she was flustered. I climbed off the bed and walked out the door, making sure to give my ass a little extra sway.

As I pulled the door closed, I heard her let out a long, soft moan and smiled to myself. Things may not have gone as far as I had intended tonight, but the seeds had at least been planted.

I hurried to my room and stripped off my chemise. I like to watch myself when I masturbate, so I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. I stood there, motionless, for a moment as I just started at my tits. My medium breasts were capped with large, dark areolas and eraser size nipples; features which had captivated many of my lovers, both men and women. I reached up and began playing with my breasts; circling caresses, firm squeezes and teasing pinches.

Though I normally spent several minutes playing with my breasts, this evening's activities had my pussy demanding immediate attention

.

I quickly dropped my panties and stared at myself in the mirror. I was in need of a wax soon, so my bush wasn't absent, but it was short and fairly soft. I teased the short hairs for a moment, enjoying the feel of the downy hair, before sliding a hand between my legs. I wasted no more time, plunging two fingers into my cunt immediately.

I tried just focusing on what I was doing, but Mom's moan when I left her room jumped into my mind, and I couldn't help but think of her. The thought that she was probably masturbating right now pushed me to the edge, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out for her as I came.

Exhausted from the intense orgasm, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up later than usual, and Mom had already gone off to work. I showered and dressed, then slipped into Mom's room to look for her diary. I found it setting on her night stand, a pen tucked into the pages. Sitting on the bed, I grabbed the diary and opened it where the pen had been inserted.

This was such an odd night. Jessica asked me to watch a movie with me, in my room. When she walked in, wearing a short nightgown that let her panties peek out. I couldn't help but stare at her panty clad

pussy

mound as she walked over. I was so embarrassed when she snapped me out of my trance, there's no way she didn't catch my blushing.

I missed a good portion of the movie. I was distracted by the way Jessica's head rested on one breast, while her hand slowly worked its way to just below my other breast. I was so distracted, that I don't remember anything from the movie before the

lesbian

sex scene. As I realized what was happening on screen, I think I let a small moan escape. Jessica must have gotten lost in the scene, too, because her hand slid up and cupped my breast.

Fuck, I wanted her to keep going.

I did a double take. Had I read that correctly? I reread that last sentence, then continued.

Fuck, I wanted her to keep going. But I couldn't allow it. I'm her mother. It would be wrong, no matter how much I wanted it. So, I did something extremely difficult: I pushed her hand off my breast down to my stomach.

The scene got more intense, and I desperately

wanted

needed to cum. I paused the movie, freezing the image of one woman sucking on the other's tit. I convinced Jessica to call it a night, then stared at her half-covered ass as she walked to the door.

As soon as that door closed, I stripped nude and masturbated furiously. I tried focusing on the image on the screen, but I kept drifting back to how it felt to have Jessica's hand resting on my breast. With that repeating in my mind, I had the best orgasm I've had in months.

Now I'm torn. I want Jessica, but I shouldn't have her. What do I do?

I put the diary back how I had found it, then slipped out of the room. I was pretty confident now that I would be able to finish seducing Mom.

"Why don't we finish the movie?" I suggested that evening as we cleaned up after dinner.

"Are you comfortable finishing a sex scene with me?" she asked, a tremble in her voice. Whether from nerves or discomfort or desire, I wasn't sure.

"It doesn't bother me," I answered casually. "But we can just skip it if you want."

She thought for a moment before responding, "No, I don't want to risk accidentally skipping too much and missing something." She paused. "Besides, we're both adults."

"True," I quipped. "Meet in your room again?"

"Yeah."

I sauntered off to my room to get changed, pulling out the new lingerie I had bought that afternoon: a navy blue, semi-transparent g-string and matching baby-doll. I modeled it quickly in front of the mirror, admiring the way my nipples and large areolas showed through the top. I hadn't had time to do any grooming, so my hint of a bush showed through the g-string, too.

Pleased with my sexy new look, I went to Mom's door and knocked.

"Come in," came her voice, softer than usual.

If I hadn't already been turned on by the thought of what I was going to try tonight, I certainly would have gotten wet at the sight of Mom in her chosen nightwear. She was wearing a pair of black, lace bikini panties and a matching silk and lace camisole that left plenty of her stomach bare. I could clearly see her full, well-trimmed bush under her panties. I let my gaze drift up to her breasts, where I could make out her large nipples, poking through her top.

Mentally slapping myself, I started walking again, glancing at Mom's face to see if she had noticed me ogling her. It looked like she hadn't, because she was clearly admiring my covered, but not concealed, body.

I lay down next to her and grabbed the remote and resumed the movie. I noticed that the film was picking up a little earlier than where we had stopped; it looked like we were going to get to watch the entirety of the sex scene tonight. Figuring this would work well with my plan, I set down the remote and cuddled up to Mom the same way I had the night before: my head on one breast, and my hand on her stomach.

As the scene quickly intensified, I started sliding my hand up, until I was cupping her breast again. This time, she didn't push my hand away. Emboldened by this sign of progress, I gave a gentle squeeze. She still didn't react, so I started gently groping her tit. This time, she let out a soft moan, but didn't move to stop me.

I kept my hand on Mom's tit for the rest of the movie; sometimes just cupping, other times softly caressing, but mostly just gently kneading. Even after the credits finished, we continued to lay there while I played with Mom's breast. Finally, she nudged my chin and leaned in to gently kiss me.

The kiss was electric. It pushed everything else out of my mind; there was only the touch of my lips on hers. After what seemed like an eternity, I reached out with my tongue to brush her lips. Almost instantly, her lips parted and her tongue touched mine.

We kissed like that, our tongues dancing, for what felt like eternity. I reached behind her, pulling her closer. She did the same, sliding her hand down to cup my ass.

Then, without warning, Mom broke our kiss.

"We need to talk before we go any further." She paused and took a deep breath before going on. "I love you, Jessica. I love you as a mother loves her daughter, and I would never want to do something to hurt you. But I'm starting to love you in other ways, too. I'm worried that what I'm feeling is going to hurt one or both of us."

To say the least, I was surprised.

"I don't know what to say, Mom."

"Let me stop you for a moment," she interrupted. "For tonight, why don't you use my name instead of calling me 'Mom?' It might help separate some of our feelings."

"Ok, Mo--," I stopped myself. "Tammy." She was right. Somehow, using her name helped clear my head.

"I might be starting to feel the same way, Tammy," I said. Then, barely above a whisper, I added "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, well ... I found your diary the other day and read it. When I read that you didn't know how to start trying to explore your interest in women, I decided that I could help you out. So, these past few nights, I've been trying to seduce you."

Mom sat in silence, her expression a mixture of understanding and embarrassment.

"I didn't expect to trigger any romantic feelings. Now that I know how you feel, though, I think I might feel the same way. I think I've fallen in love with you, Tammy."

With that, I leaned in a pressed my lips against hers again. After a few seconds, she returned my kiss and tightened her arms around me once more.

Pushing her onto her back, I pulled myself on top of her. As I settled down, I felt her reach between us and loosen the tie at the front of my baby doll. I sat up, shrugging off the now useless garment, and then paused to give my Mom a chance to enjoy the view. Before I could lean back down to kiss her, she sat up and started sucking on my breasts, rapidly switching between as if she couldn't decide which she wanted.

"Oh, that feels so good, Mommy Tammy," I groaned.

"I like that, 'Mommy Tammy'," she said as she switched breasts once again. Then, winking, she added, "Though maybe only in bed."