Myra Fennington looked up from the television at the sound of the front door. She watched as her daughter Shelly half walked and half stomped from the front door past the living room entry and up the stairs. She glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed. It wasn't even ten and Shelly was home all ready? she thought.
Raising from the couch she quietly slipped up the stairs, as she padded on bare feet down the hall she could hear the slam of a closet door followed by the thump of shoes being thrown on the floor.
This doesn't bode well, she mused to herself. Shelly had been excited not more than two hours ago when she had left for prom. Being back this early, and alone, definitely did not bode well.
Myra has spent eighteen years raising her daughter alone. A single mother, she had never married. Instead she had focused on family and her career selling real estate. The house bust of 2008 had hit the Fennington house hard; it had been tough times for Myra, but she had hung in where other agents threw up their hands and quit.
Now, ten years later, she was the experienced agent buyers were coming to, and her patience had paid off. Recent sales of three homes over a million each had added that padding to her bank account she had been waiting for.
Standing outside her daughters' door, she listened first before she knocked. The forty year old had raised her daughter as best she could. She hadn't hidden the difficulties of the world, or sheltered her from reality. She had always been honest when Shelly had questioned why they didn't have money, or why she didn't have a father. That same honesty had carried into womanhood as Shelly struggled through puberty and her own sexual awakening.
She had advised her on everything from periods, to boys and even masturbation. In fact it had been Myra who had bought her daughter her first vibrator. Myra had blushingly admitted to Shelly that yes she masturbated when she had told her everyone did it.
That openness had created a strong bond between the two. So, when prom had come around. It had been Myra that Shelly had gone to. She had been invited out by a boy she liked...a lot. It had been Shelly's intention to "cure my virginity" as she had put it.
The conversation had left Myra with conflicting emotions. On one hand her little girl was growing up. The idea that some boy would be sticking his penis into her had caused her stomach to flutter.
It wasn't that Shelly wanted to lose her virginity, hell every girl did at some time. It was the mental image of a man sliding his cock into her daughters tight little slit that sent tremors through her.
While Myra had spent years telling people, including Shelly, that she didn't need a man in her life; that raising her daughter and working was enough for her. The reality was she didn't WANT a man in her life.
Oh, there had been a few lovers she had shared time with. How do you tell your daughter that your lover is named Ann, or Cheryl; not Bob? Oh she had tried men; but by the age of twenty she knew she preferred the touch of a woman, the passion she only found in the arms of someone who knew her body as well as they knew their own, because they were built the same.
Sighing, she raised her hand and gently knocked on her daughters door, she steeled herself for what she was about to see. These last two years had been especially difficult for Myra as her daughter had grown into a beautiful young woman. Myra had made a point to let her daughter find her own sexuality, not impose hers on her.
"Come on in mom" she heard through the door.
Myra tuned the knob and stepped into the typically cluttered room. Her first sight was of the prom dress cast onto the floor by the closet, and the shoes strewn on the floor next to them. Turning, she almost groaned as she watched Shelly pull a white old t-shirt over her head.
Shelly had her back turned to her mother, so she didn't see the flash of hunger that swept over her mother's face as the pulled the tight cloth over the curve of her bare ass.
Jesus what I would do with that ass, Myra briefly thought. Then she shook herself to try and rid the thought, Shelly had apparently not had a good night, now was not the time.
"So, what happened?" Myra asked quietly. She stayed standing at the door watching her daughter.
"Is it that obvious?" Shelly grimaced.
"Let's see; the front door slamming, or may be the closet door." Myra actually laughed lightly.
"Sorry mom" Shelly sighed as she dropped to the edge of her bed. She looked up at her mother as her eyes started to brim with tears.
"I don't get it." Shelly almost sobbed.
"Shhhhhhhh" Myra quickly crossed the room and sat beside her daughter, wrapping one arm around her.
"What happened" she asked again. "Did he do something you didn't want?" The idea her daughter might have been raped raced through her mind.
"I wish" Shelly snorted.
"Then what happened sweetie" Myra was confused.
Shelly just shook her head and sighed. "Don't worry mom he didn't rape me" as if the young girl could read her mothers' thoughts.
"It just didn't go like I thought it would" Shelly made a sour face.
"So...you're still..." Myra tried to put her question into words.
"IF you mean am I a virgin, no." Shelly said flatly.
"Oh" was all Myra could mumble.
"Mom, I wasn't technically a virgin tonight, OK." Shelly said.
"Ummm, I don't understand" Myra was even more confused.
"I took care of that myself almost a year ago" Shelly sighed. "I didn't want it to hurt when I was with a guy, so I used one of my dildos."
Myra shuddered at the thought of her daughter laying on her bed shoving a dildo up her virgin hole. She could feel that familiar tingle between her legs, and knew she was getting into dangerous territory, but she wanted to help her daughter through this.
"OK" she said softly
"We snuck off to the chemistry lad" Shelly started finally talking. "I gave him a blow job, I mean tried." She snorted.
Shelly started to gesture with her hands as she became more animated. Myra tried to focus on her daughters' face, but couldn't ignore the vision of her breasts swaying from side to side in the tight t-shirt. She felt the tingle grow between her thighs and clenched them together to try and subdue the growing itch.
"We used one of the desks, I even let him take me from behind" she looked up at her mother. "No offense mom, but a bit on the demeaning side if you ask me."
"Not your favorite I take it" Myra could only smile as the image of her daughter bent over a desk with that hot ass showing seared into her mind.
"It was OK" Shelly just shrugged. "But, when he finally got it inside" She grimaced again "That was a chore in itself." She looked at her mother.
Myra sat quietly as the continued images rolled through her mind.
"But finally, he got it where it belonged" Shelly snorted again. "It was like...OK, is that it?"
Myra stared at her daughter and tried to image the scene; some young boy panting and drooling while he fucked her daughter who just lay there with a bored look on her face. The sight just suddenly struck her funny.
"It wasn't funny" Shelly said as her mother sat and laughed beside her.
"Sorry" Myra said with a last chuckle.
"I was like, OK fucker get started. Hump, hump; and nothing" Shelly said exasperated. "I mean where were the fireworks; the moans, even a little sparkle would have been nice" Shelly said with disgust.
"Jesus five minutes later he pulled out, squirted on my ass" Shelly shook her head. "I was ready for home. Hell the Flash couldn't have cum quicker." She grated.
"Didn't he do something for you?" Myra choked out. "I mean after all, you gave him a blowjob."
:"Fuck that was worse" Shelly threw herself back onto the narrow bed. "He felt bad after and I lay out on the desk" Shelly bent her knees imitating her position.
Myra couldn't suppress the gasp as her daughters' tight slit came into view. Oh God, she is not wearing panties, she almost groaned. The tingle between her thighs was igniting into a smoldering heat.
"He shoved his head down there like he was running a football play" Shelly spread her thighs as gripped her inner thighs. "The licking wasn't bad, but when he tried to suck one lip off and then pulled the hair with his teeth, I wanted to smack his head" her daughter kept ranting.
Through her whole description, Shelly opened her thighs, her small lips barely parting, as her shirt slid higher, revealing a well-trimmed landing strip of dark hair just above her mons.
Myra could feel her breathing shallow out as her eyes glued to her daughter. The fire that smoldered in her belly called out to her, it was all she could do to not shove her hand between her own thighs.
"He never did find my fucking clit" Shelly exclaimed as her enraptured mother watched her open her lips with delicate fingers, allowing the small pink bud to slip into view.
"Jesus" Myra whispered. She could feel her rock hard nipples strain at her own blouse while her panties dampened with anxious juices.
"You know what the bitch is mom" Shelly sighed as she dropped her legs back to the bed. "Mom?" she looked at her mother.
"Hmmm" Myra was almost in a trance. "What sweetie" she barely croaked out.
Shelly stared at her mother in surprise. She could see the glassy look in her mothers' eyes as she stared down at her. Her glance took in the flushed cheeks, and the light sheen of perspiration on her mother's forehead as her breasts rose and fell with her almost labored breathing.
"You OK mom" Shelly asked concerned.
"What? Yes, I'm fine" Myra shook herself and looked up at her daughter. "What was the bitch, as you put it?" she tried to smile.
"It wasn't my virginity mom" Shelly softly whispered. "I wanted an orgasm."
