Mea Culpa

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I remember it was raining that October afternoon, the dreariness of the day bringing a promise of winter. Sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, I looked down for at least the tenth time at the Polaroid pictures that I held in my hand. One of the young girls in the photos was someone I had never seen before, but the girl that was on her knees in between the strange girl’s legs was very familiar to me. It was my eighteen-year-old daughter Cassandra. Even though in most of the photos Cassie had her face buried into the exposed crotch of the other girl, there was no mistaking who it was. Or what she was doing, either. As shocked as I was by the photos I had discovered hidden away in my daughter’s closet, I was aware of a strange but not unpleasant flutter deep in the pit of my stomach as I looked at them.

Sighing, I leaned my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes. It wasn’t as if Cassie didn’t date boys, I thought. The phone we had bought her last Christmas was forever ringing in her room. Most often when I would answer the phone for her, it would be some stuttering boy on the other end asking for her. Of course other girls called her as well, but Cassie has so many friends I never thought much about it. I opened my eyes and looked at the photos once again. The girl that my daughter was performing an act of cunnilingus on was very pretty. Short blonde hair and cute face, she was seated on the edge of a chair with her skirt bunched up about her waist, her legs spread wide. There was the hint of a smile on her face as though she was enjoying what Cassie was doing to her immensely. She had the fingers of one hand entwined in my daughter’s brunette hair as if she were urging her on.

I wondered idly who had been the person taking the photos as I unconsciously unfastened the front of my jeans. Only dimly aware of what I was doing, I stared at the revealing photos as I slid my free hand down under the elastic waistband of my panties. Brushing through my pubic hair, my fingers curved into the hollow of my crotch and I began to lightly rub the swollen lips of my vagina. I started to breathe heavier as the tip of my index finger found the nub of my clitoris, then I was suddenly masturbating in earnest. I was so engrossed in the sensations my fingers were giving me that I didn’t even hear the front door open when my daughter came into the house. The first I even became aware of her presence was when she laughed aloud.

“Mom?? In the middle of the day?!?”

I jerked my hand out of my panties and sat bolt upright on the sofa, trying to fumble my jeans closed again. My eyes were about to pop out of my head as I looked at the blonde girl who stood just inside the door taking her coat off. “Cassandra,” I said weakly, “…what are you doing home?!? You’re supposed to be in school!” I looked at the wall clock. “It’s only twelve-thirty…why aren’t you in school?”

“Relax Mom,” she said, the laughter coloring her voice. “They’re having a special teacher’s meeting so we got out early.” Then as she walked toward me, she saw the photographs I still held in my hand. I could actually see her face turn pale and she was no longer laughing. “Oh wow…how did you find those pictures Mom? I thought I had them hidden.” She sat down beside me on the sofa and plucked the photos from my hand. Then a look of understanding filled her eyes. “Oh wow…they turned you on, didn’t they Mom? These pictures of me and Barb turned you on. That’s why you were sitting here doing the old ‘quick finger mambo’, right?”

I knew there was no way I could lie myself out of this one. Everything my daughter had said was true. “Yes,” I admitted, feeling a blush spread over my face. “I guess they did turn me on, honey. But Cassie…are you…I mean…do you…”

“Am I a lez?” she finished the question for me. “No Mom, I’m just bi-sexual I guess. I like boys too, but I don’t want to get pregnant so I don’t fool around much. Not with boys I mean. Me and Barbara mess around once in a while like in the pictures. Hey! That reminds me! Why were you snooping around in my room anyway?”

“I wasn’t snooping, honey!” I protested. “I was looking for some of your old things to give to Goodwill. I stumbled on the pictures by accident.” I suddenly became aware that Cassie was looking at my lap. Glancing down, I saw that I hadn’t had much success closing my jeans. They were gaping open so that my panties were showing, the shadow of the dark triangle of my pubic hair plainly visible. Still, I made no effort to pull my jeans together. “That girl in the pictures,” I heard myself saying. “Barbara? She’s…she’s very pretty.” Even as the words left my mouth, I couldn’t resist letting my eyes fall to the front of my daughter’s sweater. I could see the small hillocks her nipples were making and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “She’s very pretty,” I said, repeating myself, a shiver racing up and down my spine as I reluctantly lifted my eyes again.

“Yes,” Cassie said softly, her eyes locking with mine now. “She is.” She slid herself closer to me on the sofa, casually resting her hand on my denim-clad knee. “I could give her a call if you wanted me to, Mom. She only lives a few blocks away from us. Would you like me to call her and invite her over?”

My heart was hammering in my chest and I could barely speak. “It’s still raining outside. She would get all wet. Besides, I…I….” Whatever I was going to say died aborning because Cassie suddenly leaned over and kissed me, taking me by such surprise that I didn’t offer the slightest resistance. Instead I found myself returning the kiss, parting my lips to allow her tongue to spear into my mouth. I mewed kitten-like as I felt her hand move from my knee to slide down inside my opened jeans, her fingers rubbing lightly against the sensitive and swollen lips of my pussy, only the thin material of my panties between our flesh. Then with an expertise that astonished me, Cassie wormed her hand inside the crotch of my panties and a finger sank deep inside my pussy. I could hear myself moaning in pleasure as my daughter began to finger fuck me and I sucked even more desperately on her tongue...

To Be Continued...