Learning Through Porn

Author's note: my apologies for the long delay between chapters nine and ten. Real life, as it has a habit of doing from time to time, interfered. For those who are curious, there will be two more chapters after this one, for a total of twelve.

All day long, Angela had been thinking about how she had revealed her family's secret to a relative stranger. Sure, she had been coming down from an amazing cum with her son, all the while listening to his girlfriend's disembodied voice describing her fantasy of sex with her father. So, perhaps, you could excuse her indiscretion. But now that the emotions had calmed down, all she felt was a horrible ball of churning dread in the depths of her stomach.

She had been barely able to look Max in the eye afterwards. He had said nothing, voiced no disapproval. Yet she could tell that he, too, was unsure of the implications of her actions. Thankfully, Kitty had been reasonable on the phone, promising to tell no one of what she had learned. Still, she was so young, and Angela hardly knew her at all. Who knew if she was as trustworthy as she seemed?

"Hey, Mom, guess what?" Max's voice called from the other room.

"What is it?" She walked into the living room, where Max had just shut off his cell phone.

"That was Mark Clifton calling." Angela's heart skipped a beat. Oh, Christ, how could she have forgotten? It was bad enough that she had told Kitty of her incestuous relationship with her son; but Kitty's father was also a major shareholder in her husband Gus' business.

"Anyway, he's invited our family over for drinks, a swim, and dinner at their place." Max watched his mother carefully for her reaction. He could guess at what was going through her mind. Still, he had faith in her instincts. They had worked perfectly well up until this point.

Angela thought for a second. And then, an idea occurred to her. A way that would ensure the safety of the Johnson family secret. And a way that would create more happiness in this world, if she judged correctly. All it would take would be her usual care and planning.

"Max, I'm going to need you to go along with everything I do today."

"You have no idea how much I love it when you say that, Mom!"

*****

Kitty looked at herself in the mirror. The same old reflection as always gazed back at her. Was that the kind of girl who played sex games with her own father? Who had a boyfriend who slept with his mother? The girl in the mirror looked as clean-cut, straight-arrow as ever. The next-door girl, all-American, cheerleader. She didn't look like she was hiding secrets.

She frowned at her image. She was not used to introspection. She had always identified what she wanted, and then done what she had to to get it. In this instance, however, her desires were so far removed from anything she had experienced in her young life.

Still, the thought of her father's hands on her hips as she rubbed herself against his oh so hard cock this morning brought a smile to her lips. And even better, the way she had been able to admit her fantasies to her boyfriend had made her feel liberated, open to possibilities. So that when the game that she had thought they were playing turned out not to be just pretend, but only too real, she had felt relieved, really.

"Kitty?" A knock on her door, and her father's voice.

"Come in," she called. The door opened, and her handsome father walked in, to stand behind her. He tentatively put his hands on her shoulders and looked over her at their reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a camisole like top, with thin straps over her bra, and a pair of shorts. Her skin was warm and smooth under his hands.

"So, I called up your boyfriend, and invited his family over for this afternoon." She raised her eyebrows at him. "I hope that's okay with you."

"Um, sure," she smiled hesitantly. Part of her was nervous at the thought of meeting Max's mother after that morning. She leaned back into her father's chest, watching him steadily in the mirror. His large hands looked so manly on her thin shoulders. He caressed down her arms, his fingers so close to her breasts as they passed by.

He couldn't believe how beautiful she was. How had she come from him? She was more than the sum of himself and his poor, dead wife, Marcie. He wasn't sure why she let him take these liberties with her, why she seemed intent on pushing their relationship beyond where it had been up to this point. At the same time, it was outside of his ability to put a stop to it, and he really wasn't sure that he wanted to.

He drew his hands back up her slender arms, feeling the delicate hairs brushing against him. He let his fingers move over her biceps, the youthful muscles firm against him. Only what you can see, she had said.

She felt him move towards the inner sides of her arms. Her heart was beating quickly; she knew that if she kept her arms still, his fingers would be pushed against her breasts. He had only touched them once, and th, or seen them. Would she let him? As long as he played by her rules, she thought, as long as he stayed strong.

Trembling, Mark watched his daughter in the mirror. She was looking straight at him, her blue eyes burning in intensity. She took a deep breath, then melted back against him. Her butt pushed back into his groin, and he realized that, once again, he had a steel-hard erection. His hands finally moved to the inside of her arms, and the backs of his fingers pushed against the outer sides of her firm breasts.

God, they felt so wonderful! He knew he couldn't turn his hands around to cup them, but he reveled in the contact he had made. He caressed up and down the insides of her upper arms, letting his fingers push against the curves under her cami. She smiled secretively, her little red tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Mmmm," Kitty murmured, "that's so nice, Daddy. Is it nice for you, too?"

"Uh huh," Mark muttered. She looked at him, mischievously.

"I bet, Daddy," she whispered. "Can you stay strong?"

He just nodded, his mind awhirl. With a quirk of her lips, Kitty gently moved her arms forward, keeping them close to her sides. Mark's eyes widened as his daughter moved his fingers forward over her tits.

"Uh, Kitty..."

"Shhh. Just remember the rules, Daddy," she teased.

His fingers were still wrapped around her arms, moving slightly up and down. Her butt was molded to his groin, his erection pushed deeply between the cheeks of her ass. Slowly, so slowly, Kitty brought her arms in front of her breasts.

And Mark felt the hard nubs of her nipples pushing against his knuckles. By moving his hands up and down, he teased them, feeling them become harder through her bra and little cami. Kitty shuddered, then turned her head to look up into her father's face.

"Mmmm," she said, "you are a good boy, aren't you?" She kissed him tenderly on his cheek. "Now, I need a few minutes to get ready for our guests. You'd better go and cool down, huh?" She pulled away from him, her arms moving away from her front. His hips moved involuntarily forward, trying to maintain contact. She laughed, prettily, and pushed him on his chest.

"Scoot, you," she trilled, and turned to her closet. As she stepped inside the walk-in, she pulled the cami over her head. She closed the door, and Mark was left with the pain of an unsatisfied cock.

*****

"Hi, I'm Angela Johnson."

Mark Clifton had opened the door to see a beautiful blonde woman on his doorstep. Her gleaming golden hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail, and she had a pair of slim sunglasses on her round face. Her full lips were in a relaxed smile. She wore a thin flowery sundress, her pert breasts nearly exposed by the gaping neckline.

"Uh, hi. I'm Mark Clifton. I know your husband, Gus. Where's Max?"

"Here I am." Max came from around the trunk of the Porsche, holding a sports bag and a bottle of wine which he handed to their host.

"Oh, thanks. There was really no need..."

"Nonsense," Angela replied. "Simple courtesy to thank you for the invitation. I have to apologize for my husband. He had to work today, but he sends his regards."

"Hi, Max!" Kitty came bounding down the stairs. Max smiled as she came up to stand next to her father. She was so pretty, so sexy, wearing a pretty dress in a light blue that brought out the blue of her eyes.

"Hey, Kitty," he replied. "I'd like you to meet my Mom, Angela."

Kitty looked at the young mother. She seemed so sure of herself, standing on the doorstep. How was that possible? Hadn't she in fact confessed a horrible secret to her just that morning? But she couldn't help but return the warm smile the woman gave her. Her heart opened up in that second. Max's mother was just the way she had always imagined a mother should be.

Angela approved of the girl in every regard. She was gorgeous, of course. But she seemed genuine, in a way so few young women were, in her experience. And it was clear that Kitty was assessing her as well. In reality, her heart was pounding, but she was suppressing her anxiety. She had a plan.

"Excuse me, where are my manners," Mark said. "Please, come in."

*****

"I love your room, Kitty." Angela looked around the bedroom. Tastefully decorated, she decided. Not the typical teenager room at all. The colors were muted, mostly off-whites and tans, with throw pillows offering splashes of primary colors. Not a shred of pink, and no stupid posters of girlhood idols.

Kitty watched the mother of her boyfriend walk around. The woman looked younger than her age (late thirties? Early forties?), and held herself with a dancer's grace. Her slim body showed pleasing feminine curves through the thin summer dress. She was sure that she was not wearing a bra, and yet her breasts stood up perkily.

"Did you decorate it yourself?"

"Uh, well, not entirely," Kitty admitted. "We had an interior decorator, but I made most of the choices." How were they having this conversation, and not the one that she expected? Angela had stood up after about twenty minutes of small talk with her father and Max and announced that the two girls were going to have some time together. Max had caught her eye and winked at her behind her father's back, mouthing "good luck!"

Angela had asked her to show her her room, and here they were, not talking about the thing that she most wanted to discuss. But how could she go about broaching that subject? It was so completely out of the range of normal conversation that there seemed no way they could mention Angela's indiscretion that morning.

For her part, Angela was incredibly nervous. Fortunately, she could sense the girl's anxiety, and that gave her confidence. But, incredibly, she was also turned on. What was wrong with her? Her pussy felt slick inside her little g-string (the pink one with the little rhinestone connector at the top of her ass). She couldn't believe that the idea that someone outside of her family knew of her affair with her son was so exciting to her. But she couldn't deny the thrills she was feeling. It was even better pretending with her boy's girlfriend that there was nothing out of the ordinary going on.

Still, she had to swing the next part of her plan into action. She could hardly rely on the girl's fantasies of incest to keep her from revealing the Johnson family secret. She took a deep breath (her nipples rubbing against the cool fabric of her sundress) and turned to face the girl.

"Kitty, we need to talk," she said firmly. Astonishing how easy it was to let her years of motherliness color the tone of her voice.

"Um, okay," Kitty muttered. Her face flushed, embarrassingly. Her pulse was pounding.

"I enjoyed our conversation this morning immensely," the blonde woman continued, walking slowly over towards the teenager.

"I, uh, I didn't know you were there." She twisted her hands together. The thought of that morning's telephone call was causing her knees to tremble.

"Didn't you?" The question was quietly asked. Angela had reached the nervous girl, and put a finger on her bare shoulder. Kitty jerked, nearly imperceptibly, but stayed where she was. "Does it matter?"

"I—I guess not."

"I didn't think so, sweetie," Angela smiled. She ran her finger up Kitty's neck, caressing her ear, then moving along the fine, high cheekbone. "You're a very beautiful girl, Kitty. Did you know that?"

Kitty nodded, feeling herself completely lost under the spell of the pretty mother. Was it just because she was a mother? Kitty had so desperately wanted one for so long, she admitted to herself. She had pretended to be strong, to be independent. But how painful that gaping hole in her life had been.

Angela saw the trusting look in the deep blue eyes, the tear that suddenly gathered and trembled on the lower eyelid before tumbling down the perfectly made-up cheek. Her heart tore, and she fell in love, yet again. How could she resist the surrender she was witnessing before her eyes? But she had to stick to her plan.

"I want you to know that I would like you to be a part of our lives," she continued. Her hand cupped the girl's face, and Kitty leaned into it. Angela smiled, and let her thumb run over her full lips. With a look of wonder, Kitty allowed the thumb to enter her mouth. Her tongue tentatively wrapped around the digit, and she sucked it gently.

Angela's heart soared. What a wonderful feeling, to have a person accept you so totally, so unconditionally. At the same time, she had to be careful not to hurt her. Kitty had laid herself wide open.

"That's my girl," she whispered encouragingly. "That's my sweet girl." She watched the beautiful brunette for a few more seconds before gently disengaging her thumb from the warm mouth.

"How..." Kitty looked away in confusion.

"Go on, Kitty," Angela said warmly. "It's all right." Kitty looked up at her, so hopeful.

"How did you, I mean, you and Max... How did you two, you know..."

"Get together, you mean." Angela looked around the room. "Come here. I'll show you."

She led Kitty over to the computer which was in sleep mode. She had Kitty sit down and leaned over to activate the monitor and open up an internet browser. Kitty wondered what Angela was about to show her. She looked up at the woman's face next to her. So pretty, the intense green eyes, the little retrousse nose, the pouty lips. So much more delicate than her face. She couldn't help but plant a sweet soft kiss on the cheek, and was rewarded with a happy smile.

Angela opened up the website that she had caught Max looking at, and quickly found the picture of the redhead in the green micromini bikini, on all fours.

"There," she said. "I caught him looking at this."

"Really?" Kitty laughed out loud. "He must have been mortified."

"He was," Angela grinned. "And I reacted poorly, too. So later that night, I went back to his room to apologize."

"Wearing only a see-through negligee, right?" Kitty's voice was mocking. "Isn't that a bit clichéd?"

"Watch your tone of voice, girl," Angela responded, curtly.

"Sorry, Mrs. Johnson," Kitty said, crestfallen.

"It's all right, Kitty, and call me Angela. Truthfully, there was no intent. At least not at that point. Still. I was wearing my pajamas, blue silk cami and shorts. It was far less than what I usually wear around the house." She paused. "Used to wear around the house, I mean."

Kitty giggled nervously. Angela kissed the top of her head.

"So, anyway, Max was only wearing boxer shorts. He seemed so confused, so vulnerable, and I was trying to understand him, to understand why he would look at something so... so vulgar, I suppose." Kitty nodded, her eyes glued to the screen where the picture of the girl displaying her barely covered pussy and asshole was nearly as large as life.

"I asked him to show me the picture again," gesturing to the screen. "He sat in the chair like you are now. Here," she smiled. "We'll recreate the scene." With deft fingers she pulled the tie of Kitty's dress from the back of her neck. It slithered down the girl's body quickly, leaving her sitting in her sheer bra. The girl gasped at her sudden exposure.

"Mrs. Johnson!"

"Angela, honey. Remember? Just slip out of that dress for me." Numbly, Kitty lifted her hips and let the dress pool on the ground at her feet. She was shocked at the sudden turn of events. But excited as well, eager in some part of her for her new friend (mother?) to see just how grown-up she was. Her nipples were suddenly hard.

"That's a pretty bra, dear," Angela said carelessly, as if it was an everyday matter for a woman to be half-naked with her son's girlfriend, looking at porn. "In any case, back to my story. I was leaning on the back of his chair, like this, with my arm around his body."

She carefully put her arm across the girl's chest, sliding her hand across the upper slopes of her breasts. Kitty sighed happily. She felt warm, so warm and content, feeling Angela's loving touch.

"I asked Max to describe what he liked about the picture. And he did, with some prompting." She let her hand caress the top of Kitty's right breast. Her heart was pounding. This was the first time in her life she had ever felt another woman's body. To be honest, in the past, the idea would have disgusted her. But something had changed in her. Something had opened a floodgate of possibilities.

Kitty was like play-dough under the older woman's fingers. She felt her pussy get wet, her lips opening up. She knew that the tiny pair of panties she was wearing would be no match for her excitement. But she didn't care. She opened and shut her thighs, wanting to increase the stimulation in her center, not daring to reach down and touch herself as she was longing to do.

"I found myself pressing into the back of his head, like this. Do you know, I think he felt it, even though I wasn't really aware of doing it." She let her own breast push against the thick brown hair of the seated girl. "Maybe he could feel my nipple against him. It even went onto the side of his face like this. Can you feel my nipple, honey?"

Kitty felt the breast push against her cheek, the warmth apparent through the thin summer dress. She nuzzled against it, that motherly object, that symbol of nurturing. But she didn't need nurturing right now. She needed something to give her that release that she was craving so deeply. She shook her head to indicate that she couldn't feel it.

"Oh, dear," Angela sighed. "I suppose, in the interests of true simulation, we should rectify that." She stood up straight, removing her hand from the gentle caresses of Kitty's breast. "Would you be a darling, Kitty, and unzip me?"

Kitty looked up to see the beautiful blonde turned away from her. She stood up, carefully. She felt short of breath, dizzy. She, unlike Angela, had experimented with other girls before. Who but the worst prude hadn't? Especially on the cheerleading squad. But never before had she felt anything this intense.

She slowly pulled the zipper down the back of the dress, and Angela allowed the dress to fall down her body. Kitty watched as her back was exposed. The dress caught on her hips, and then fluttered all the way to the floor. The woman was wearing the most outrageous g-string! Her ass, tight and high, had only the tiniest of strings between the cheeks, and the little rhinestone connector at the top gleamed, drawing one's attention to the magnificence of her body.

Without thinking, Kitty reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. She needed to be as nude as Angela. She needed to show her, to demonstrate to her.

Angela turned to find Kitty blushing, now only wearing her own tiny pair of panties. The two women regarded each other. The tension between them was thick.

"Didn't you say, uh, that Max had only his boxers on?"

"Mm-hm. Only his boxers, Kitty." The girl's breasts were really astonishing. Larger than her own, they still stood firm and proud high on her chest. Maybe years down the line they would require a bra to maintain their shape. But at the present time, youth proved its worth.