My youngest daughter had been acting strange for quite some time. She seemed really down, almost depressed. I tried encouraging her to go out with friends, to do something, anything, rather than sit around the house and mope as she'd been doing for weeks.
Over the summer she turned eighteen, and in the Fall, she had started classes as a freshman at the local community college. I had hoped meeting new people would get her out of her funk, but alas, it did not. I finally got so frustrated that I sat her down for a serious mom/daughter talk.
"Okay Kelly, what's going on? You've been moping around for weeks. I want to know what the problem is," I told her.
"Nothing's wrong, Mom, I'm fine," she said, unconvincingly.
"Bull," I said. "I'm your mother, I wasn't born yesterday, so out with it," I insisted.
"It's nothing Mom, really," she said, stalling.
"I'm prepared to sit here all day. And you're not going anywhere until you tell me what's wrong," I told my daughter sternly.
"I'm not sure how to say this, I guess I'm confused," she said.
Well, that's a start, I thought to myself.
"What are you confused about?"
"I think I like girls ... more than boys," Kelly said hesitantly.
"Oh," was the best I could come up with.
As soon as what she said sank in, it conjured up memories from my own college days and of my roommate Elizabeth with whom I had been intimate for nearly four years.
"But the problem is, I'm not sure, Mom," Kelly told me.
"Not sure?" I asked.
"If I really prefer girls," Kelly said.
"It sounds to me like you need to do an experiment. I know you've been on dates with boys and I presume you've at least kissed a boy or two," I posited.
"Well, yeah Mom."
"How did it make you feel?" I asked.
"I didn't feel much of anything," she said.
"So maybe you need to try kissing a girl to see how it makes you feel," I suggested.
"But who?" Kelly asked.
"Are any of your girlfriends ... ahh ..."
"Lesbian, Mom, the term is lesbian," Kelly said. "And the answer is no, at least, not that I know of."
"Okay then, how about someone who has had an intimate sexual relationship with another girl for almost four years?" I asked.
"I wouldn't want to kiss a total stranger," she said.
"It's someone you know," I told her.
"Huh ... who?"
"Me," I admitted.
Before she could respond, leaned in and put my lips on Kelly's and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. My tongue traced the crease where her lips met, then pushed into her mouth, seeking out her tongue.
I heard my daughter moaning which reminded me of Elizabeth's moans of delight when we had kissed so many years ago.
"Oh god Mom, that was awesome," Kelly said breathlessly when we broke off the kiss.
"How did it make you feel?" I asked.
"All tingly ... ahh ... down there," she said, her eyes cast down.
"In your pussy?" I asked.
"Yeah, there..." she reluctantly admitted.
"Me too," I said, "and you made me wet, too. Here ... feel."
I took my daughter's hand and guided it up under my mini skirt - I never wear panties - to feel my wetness.
"Oh my god Mom, what are you doing?"
"How does my pussy feel? Do you like it?" I asked, watching the shocked expression on my daughter's face turn to one of wonder. She smiled.
"Oh Mom, it's so warm and soft and slippery..."
"Find my clit, baby girl ... ahhh, yes, there, that's it," I said, moaning.
"God, it feels so much bigger than mine, Mom," she said.
This gave me an idea.
"Would you like to see it?" I said, "come on ..."
Before Kelly could answer, I took her by the arm and led her to my bedroom. I closed and locked the door, then lay back on my bed, pulling my skirt down my legs. I pulled Kelly closer, with my legs on either side of her.
"Use your fingers and push the hood up so you can see my clit, baby ... gently," I said, breathing heavily with excitement.
"Its so big, and it's shaped almost like a little penis, fucking awesome ... oh sorry, Mom," she said, apologizing for the "F" word. My baby was all grown up.
"Lick it for me, Kelly," I told her.
"Really?"
I pulled her head to my pussy. I was so turned on, I really needed release. And I really wanted to help my daughter feel comfortable being with another woman, though I suspect my randiness was the dominant force at work that day.