Megan stood in the shower, the warm water washing over her, her hand lingering between her legs, gently rubbing her soapy skin. She could still feel Jason inside her, feel every thrust. He had just left minutes earlier, playing his big brother role to perfection as he brought her to orgasm again and again. The soaked sheets had already been stripped from the bed in case her husband came home early, and now she washed away the last of the evidence.
After turning off the water she patted herself dry with the fluffy warm towel. She wiped steam off the mirror and saw her reflection. Still smiling, still blushing. She reached down and brushed a finger against herself again, another shudder ran through her body. She dropped the towel and really studied herself in the mirror. She saw traces of that hot 20-something who was too shy to take advantage of what nature had given her. Now that her courage had caught up, her 40-something body was doing its best to extend the window. Her tits, always small and perky, were still pointing in the right direction, and the daily yoga and kegel sessions were having an impact.
She wandered naked into her bedroom, enjoying the sun shining through the window and covering her naked body. She paused in front of her dresser, and listened. The house was quiet and still. She tiptoed out of her bedroom and moved down the hall, stepping into her daughter's bedroom. Becca was graduating next week, then off to college. Megan exhilarated in knowing that Becca was fully enjoying her life. She was almost even jealous.
Megan stood in the middle of the room and looked around. It was clean and tidy, more so than the room of a teenager should be. She opened the nightstand drawer and withdrew a notebook. Becca's diary. She got comfortable in the unmade bed and opened the notebook, picking up where she left off the last time.
She found the passage she was looking for; Becca's sleepover at her friend Tammi's house two weeks ago. Megan held the notebook in one hand and let the other slide over her stomach as she read. The words on the page were exactly what she was hoping to see, Becca and Tammi, best friends since the fourth grade, increasing their sexual experimentation, a detailed description of how Tammi's pussy tasted and felt, how Tammi's sensitive nipples reacted to the touch of Becca's tongue...
Megan closed her eyes and lowered her fingers further, picturing in her mind the two girls, Becca with her dark hair and the petite blonde Tammi kissing and undressing each other. Imagined them naked and grinding against each other. Imagined them spreading their legs and grinding their bald wet pussies against each other. Megan came hard, soaking the sheets. She caught her breath and realized that they would need to go into the next load of laundry.
She put the diary back in the drawer and stripped the bed. To be less suspicious, she then went to her younger son's room and stripped the cum-crusted sheets from his bed too, putting them all in the washer after putting her own sheets in the dryer. She stopped one more time in Becca's room and picked up from the desk a small photo of her and Tammi at the beach, both in bikinis and enjoying themselves. She put her hand over Becca and gazed at Tammi's body, her face, her hair, her breasts. A stranger looking at that picture would never guess that it was Becca who was her daughter and not Tammi.
Part 2
A month later, graduation has passed, as have all of the parties. Megan got a little thrill watching all the teenagers cavorting in her backyard, celebrating Becca and their own accomplishments. She was in such a good mood that she didn't admonish the couple she found making out in her pantry, or the guy who snuck in a bottle of booze.
Things had quieted since then. It was a Saturday morning. Megan's husband and son were away for a weekend of father-son bonding in the woods, not planning on returning until Sunday night. Likewise, Becca had left early that morning to help her boyfriend move into his dorm. He had an early starting program and would be spending summer on campus, a five hour drive away. Becca loaded up her car and followed him there. Tonight would likely be their last night together until the inevitable Thanksgiving break-up. Long distance relationships never work for teenagers...
Megan stared at her phone, and the text she had drafted, her finger hovering over the send button. She read it again -- "Hi Tammi, Becca's mom here, I have something I wanna talk about. Can you come over today? Don't tell Becca, it's a secret."
She added a playful winking face emoji, took a deep breath, and hit send. She felt a rush as she put the phone down and poured herself a glass of wine. So what if it was only 10:30 in the morning. She only had one sip down when her phone beeped. It was Tammi. "I'll be there in 10 mins" along with the raised eyebrow emoji. Curious?
Megan took two big gulps from the wine glass then refilled it. She went into the powder room and looked at herself in the mirror again. Hair was good, makeup was good. She loved this shade of lipstick, even if she was the only one. She "borrowed" one of Becca's jumpers; it looked better on her anyway, a bold orange color that she would normally hesitate to wear. But the texture of the fabric and lack of bra made her feel electric.
As was custom, Tammi didn't bother with doorbells. She let herself in the front door and gave a loud "hello" as she entered the kitchen, seeing Megan sitting at the island on a barstool, glass of wine in front of her, barefoot and smooth legs on display.
"Thanks for coming over so quickly, have a seat." Megan slid out the stool next to her using her foot. "No plans today?"
Tammi plopped into the chair without any hint of pretention. If she was curious or nervous about being summoned, it didn't show. She had gotten used to treating this as her second home, and Megan as her second mom. "Honestly was just planning on sitting poolside all day. I was struggling to pick a bikini when I got your text." Tammi was wearing just cutoff shorts that were probably an inch too cutoff and tshirt that looked just like one she wore when she first started coming over to the house eight years ago. The shirt was so tight and so threadbare that it might actually be the same shirt. Her nipples poked through making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Hey, isn't that Becca's?" she added, pointing to the orange jumper.
Megan threw her head back to laugh. "Yeah, I was in an orange mood, and this was all I could find." She ran her hand across the orange fabric, subtly rubbing her nipple in the process. "Hearing about your life always makes me jealous. I guess that's why I'm so glad that you and Becca are friends, I keep hoping you'll rub off on her." Megan intended that pun to get a reaction, and watched Tammi for one, but there was nothing to give away the secret from Becca's diary.
"My mom always the same thing, wishing I could be more like Becca, more focused and driven. I guess she's just gonna keep on being disappointed in me."
"So this isn't the reason I asked you here, but now im curious, what are your plans after graduation?"
"I made a deal with my dad, I get to do whatever I want this summer without any grief from him or my mom. In exchange, this fall I start working at my dad's car dealership, just entry level admin work at first. And I take some classes at the community college, and by next summer they start getting me into sales. I figure that with my ability to flirt with customers, I should be fully on my own before Becca and my other classmates finish college."
"That's not such a bad deal. You'll be making money while they just pile up debt." Megan picked up her wine glass and took a sip. She set it down on the bar and slid it to Tammi, who wordlessly picked it up and took a slightly larger sip. They left matching lipstick marks on the glass. Megan reached for the bottle and filled the glass again. It was silently understood that a second glass wasn't needed; they'd share.
"Yeah, college would have been wasted money. I barely made it to graduation. If not for one teacher with questionable morals... As soon as she said it, Tammi reached up and put her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Oooh, please don't tell Becca that, I promised her I wouldn't."
Megan giggled "I promise, if you keep my secret, I'll keep yours..." She reached out and put her hand on top of Tammi's. Tammi didn't move away, or really react at all, except to smile a little wider.
"So Mrs. Thompson, why did you want me to come over?"
Megan took another sip of wine and set the glass down in front of Tammi. "You said a minute ago that your mom wished that you were more like Becca. And I wish that sometimes Becca were more like you. Honestly, I sometimes think that you and I are a lot more alike than Becca and I. I was looking around her room the other day - oh, don't judge, all moms do that. You think you have any secrets from your mom? You'd be surprised. -- Anyway I found this picture of the two of you on her desk. And I looked closely at her, and looked even more closely at you, and I thought, just for a minute, that you not only act more like I did, but you look a lot more like me too." Megan took the picture from her pocket and put it down on the counter next to the wine glass. She folded it in half, so that only Tammi in her bikini was visible.
"And that got me wondering," she continued, "If you look more like me, and act more like me, maybe you have some of the same interests as me."
Tammi looked down at the picture of her. She remembered that shortly after that picture was taken, she and Becca swam out into the water and fingered each other under their bikini bottoms while their boyfriends sat on the beach, oblivious. Does Mrs. Thompson know that? Did Becca tell her about... everything...? She felt her pussy start to throb. She took another sip of wine.
"So, I want to let you in on my secret. I enjoy certain extracurricular activities with people who share certain interests. Everything is consensual, and everything is clearly communicated and agreed to ahead of time. But what it all boils down to is that," Megan put her hand on Tammi's back and leaned in closer to her, but before she could finish...
"Yes," Tammi said barely above a whisper, then leaned in and kissed Mrs. Thompson on the lips. She felt electricity shoot through her body and saw fireworks. This was different from other times she'd kissed boys and girls her age. She was shocked by the intensity of her response, by the decisiveness of her action.
After the kiss broke, Megan took both of Tammi's hands in hers. Their faces still close, she continued "But I haven't even told you the best part... When we go upstairs to finish this conversation, I don't want you to call me Mrs. Thompson, or Megan, or especially not Becca's mom. I want you to call me..."
Again she couldn't finish, as Tammi anticipated everything. "Mommy! Yes, mommy, holy fuck that's hot!" They kissed again, and again Tammi felt that jolt. She thought about all the times she resisted clicking on the taboo category when looking for porn to masturbate to, realising now that she was just denying herself what she really craved.
