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.
Then one night when we were watching a movie together I plopped down on the couch next to her and leaned against her with my head back on her shoulder and she put her arm around me and rested her hand on my waist. As the movie went on I leaned my head over to look down at her cleavage. Her breasts are so huge and her nipples were hard. I imagined sucking them out by the pool that day, and I felt myself getting so wet. I wanted to put my hands on them, but knew I shouldn't. Instead I reached up and cupped my own breast.
At first I just squeezed it gently, and then I slipped my hand down the top and rubbed my nipple a bit, still staring at my mom's breasts. I felt my nipple in my hand and twisted it a little. It felt really good.
My mom wanted to get up then to get a drink and we paused the movie. I went into the kitchen with her. That's when I asked her if she ever thought about that day we spent by the pool. She of course said yes and she paused a long time afterwards and I wasn't sure what she was thinking. I told her I had dreams about it a lot and she admitted she did as well. We didn't say much else about it, but this time when we went back to the living room my mom sat in a chair instead of beside me on the couch.
When the movie ended my mom decided to take a bath before bed. I couldn't stand it. After she had been in there a while I found an excuse to go in and talk to her. She was leaning back in the tub and soaking in something that smelled wonderful. She didn't cover up when I walked in and her breasts were floating above the water. Her nipples were both enormous and her eyes were closed, but she spoke to me right away. I just chatted with her about this and that and knelt down next to her by the tub. We just talked for the longest time until she was done soaking and then I watched her dry her body off.