My name is Lucy and this is a story of my first lesbian experience. Some of you might want to judge me, but I feel the need to tell people about this and I felt like it was the best media to do so.
I'm 19 years old, but this took place almost a year ago last summer. I found out at the age of 16 that my mother, who by then had been divorced almost ten years, was a lesbian. It took me until I was 17 to realize that I was also a lesbian and it took me a couple months more before I could come out to my mother. We had a great talk and it seemed afterwards that we were even closer than before. I felt better about myself and my senior year of high school was one of the best years of my life, but I never had a girlfriend and I also didn't let anyone at school know. There were a couple girls that were lesbians openly and I did want to talk to them, but I was afraid. Also I didn't find either of them attractive.
I was a cheerleader at school and also ran track, I hung out with some of the hottest girls in school. On a daily basis I would get horny for one of them or another and I even flirted with some of them, although they always thought I was joking, but nothing real ever happened. I am blessed with a large chest (34DD)and I also am very attracted to women with large breasts. Two of my friends have almost as large of breasts as I do, and I loved seeing them in their sports bras at practice, stretching or running. I started down loading pictures of women with large breasts and masturbating to them at night. Once my mother almost caught me it was weird.
I graduated and since my mom was really set with money, I've never had to work a summer job or anything. She said the next summer she wanted me to, but last summer could be my last one of freedom since she wanted to spend a lot of time with me since I'd be going off to college next year.
Anyway, I spent a lot of time with my mom that summer. We have a pool and we laid out a lot and swam, and just watched movies at night and everything. My mom was acting weird for the first couple of weeks and I thought maybe it was because she was going to miss me, but then I started to get the feeling it was because she knew I was a lesbian. She started dressing differently and talking a lot more about women and sex, and her girlfriend. Plus she started laying out naked all the time and she told me I should too so I wouldn't have tan lines.
My mom was only thirty-seven last summer and she is a very beautiful woman. She also was blessed even more than I was. I kid you not, she wears a 37F bra and has a waist smaller than mine. I hope I look that good when I'm her age.
Anyway one day when we were laying out she comes out with this bottle of tanning lotion and asks me if I'll put it on her. She had never done that before. Sure I've rubbed it on her back before, but she just laid down on her back and asked me if I'd rub it on her. It just seemed strange, but I had no reason not to, so I did.
I started with her legs and then her arms and then her stomach, and as I got to her breasts I paused looking at them. They were so large. I put some more oil on my hands and then I started near her shoulders, but soon my hands were running over her enormous breasts. I had used a lot of oil so I was trying to spread it out and I was going back to her stomach, but suddenly I found my hands back on her breasts. I enjoyed their softness and the feeling of her nipples as my fingers brushed past them. I had never touched a woman's breasts before. I had thought about it all the time. I had even rubbed my own often in bed picturing them being someone else's. I closed my eyes and imagined I was fondling some other woman. In the back of my mind I knew it was my mom, but I was still enjoying it. They were so huge I wanted to rub my face all over them.
I realized I was doing more than just rubbing oil on them as I suddenly found myself squeezing them. They felt so heavy in my hands, and as I opened my eyes I saw that my mom had her face to the side and had her mouth in such a way that I knew she was getting pleasure from my hands.
I'm not exactly sure what came over me just then, but I liked seeing her look like that. I wanted to make her feel good. I squeezed both of her breasts together, but gently and brought my forefinger and thumbs against her nipples and twisted them. For an instant she moaned and then she sat up quickly and stared right into my face. It was the longest few seconds of my life. I didn't know what she was thinking and I suddenly realized that I had crossed the line. She half closed her eyes and I almost thought she was going to kiss me, but then she told me that I shouldn't be doing what I did. I was embarrassed and scared and I stood up and walked inside the house.
I went to my room confused. I had just felt my mother up and enjoyed it. And weirder yet it seemed like my mom had really enjoyed it too, but now she was upset with me. I lay there thinking about what I'd say and how I could explain myself. The problem was I kept thinking about how much I wanted to touch her breasts again, any woman's breasts. I started touching my own breasts and twisting my nipples. Then I masturbated until I climaxed. When I did I brought my left breast to my lips and sucked on the nipple. I could just barley reach it, but I pinched it between my lips and I was in ecstasy.