My name is Lucy and this part of my story takes place near the end of my summer before I started college. I suggest you read the first part of my story first or you might be very confused.
For a long month after my experience with my mother, she was almost cold to me. She rarely did things with me other than an occasional movie at night and she started dressing differently, showing less skin, and talking less about her girlfriend and girls in general. In fact she spent so much time with her girlfriend, that I felt like she was trying to avoid me. But as that first month passed she began to change back to how she behaved before the incident.
I on the other hand started thinking more and more about having sex with her and touching her breasts. I knew it was wrong or taboo. I really didn't like the thoughts I was having, but thinking about what we had done seemed so dirty and kinky and so amazingly good. It was like I knew it was wrong and that just made me want it more.
I thought about telling people I was a lesbian. I really didn't know how to come out and I was afraid of losing my friends, but I didn't know how I was going to get a girlfriend if I didn't, and I really wanted one. Maybe then I wouldn't have these odd desires anymore.
So I talked to my mom and asked her opinion. She thought it was a good idea for me to just keep it a secret. Maybe at college would be a better place to come out, she explained to me. After that we started talking even more about girls and she even suggested that she could set me up.
My mom's girlfriend was only twenty-six years old. My mom was thirty-seven at the time. My mom could have any girl she wanted. She is gorgeous and tall and thin and just has the body of a goddess (remember 37F and tiny waist). I told her I might be interested if she could find someone close to my age. She actually joked with me saying that she thought I liked older women. When I said I would if they looked like her she blushed. From that point my mom suddenly was acting how she had been at the beginning of the summer, and although she wasn't asking me to rub tanning oil on her anymore, she was wearing skimpy clothes around me again.
Mom and I started hanging around together a lot more. We watched movies together all the time and I even went with her and her girlfriend out to dinner a few times. It was really nice getting to know Anna too. I have to admit I flirted with Anna a lot, and I swear she flirted with me too, but I would never do anything with her behind my mom's back.
My mom began dressing sexy around me and I began to get aroused around her and found excuses to lean against her or put my hands on her waist. And I started wearing bikinis around the house or walking around in my underwear and tight tank-tops just to see if I could get her to look at me. Sometimes it worked and I loved the attention.