Ellie Carter let her lips linger on her Mom's cheek as long as she dared. She could smell the perfume her Mom had applied before they left the house -- a scent so sensual to the teen that she almost let herself slide out her tongue to gently lick at her Mom's smooth and soft skin. She caught herself and with a mental effort forced herself to straighten up and reach for the car door handle. Luckily her Mom hadn't noticed anything, two seconds might be long for a familial goodbye peck, but it wasn't so long that it excited any suspicion it was anything more taboo.
"Bye," Amber Carter, turned her head towards her daughter and gave a smile, that the teen thought was too sexy for words, even if her Mom believed it was just a goodbye grin, "See you later."
"See you tonight," Ellie replied, trying to keep her tone casual and keep any undertone of lust for the woman who'd given her birth under control. It was an act of major willpower to open the door and step onto the sidewalk outside the school, ignoring the other students bustling past, to turn again and give her Mom a wave as the older woman, waved back, glancing briefly at the traffic as she waited for a space to pull out into. Ellie remained in situ a hand raised in farewell and fixed, but fake smile on her face. Her Mom was so hot and sexy, that Ellie could have stayed with her all day, stealing tiny touches and small glances and wishing that her Mom wasn't her Mom, but another attractive divorcee who, in turn, was equally attracted to the High School Senior.
"Are you fucking her?" the voice behind Ellie was far enough away she hadn't felt the person approach, near enough she didn't doubt the words were meant for her.
She turned ready to say exactly what she thought of people who accused others of incestuous sex with relations, but held her words. The speaker wasn't another student, but the new guidance counsellor, Miss Norman. She was only a few years older than the students, no more than early mid-twenties, but still gave off a vibe of worldly maturity that neither Ellie or any of her friends could match. Still it was strange thing to say about someone's Mom and Ellie wondered if there were rumours flying around about her sexuality (which was kind of fluid, but also pretty secret) or a false one that she was seeing some older woman. She decided to scotch the latter, even if not commenting on the former, "She's my Mom," she explained.
"I know," Miss Norman was looking at Amber as the older woman missed the opportunity to drive off as she was turned back to give another wave to her daughter.
"You asked..." Ellie started and then trailed off confused, wondering if she'd misheard or whether it was meant for someone else.
It wasn't a word it was easy to mistake for something else -- at least anything that made sense and all the others around them were making for the school entrance and ignoring them, whilst Miss Norman was continuing to look between the two Carters, making it abundantly clear she was talking to the teen about her Mom. Ellie paused and started again, "No."
"But you want to," Miss Norman nodded as if whilst she expected the denial she wasn't fooled that it was because Ellie was repulsed by the idea. The teen blushed, wondering how the guidance counsellor knew and what she was going to do.
The answer to the second question was to reach into her bag and pull out an appointment card, quickly scribbling on it before handing it to Ellie. "I've a free spot at eleven. Show the card to your teacher to get out of class," Miss Norman instructed.
"Er, yes," said Ellie, unsure what to say.
"See you then," the counsellor gave a friendly smile and walked up the steps to the entrance.
Ellie continued to watch her, confused, missing her Mom's final pull away into the traffic.
*
Ellie didn't know the rules for being called to the counsellor's office, she had always assumed it was a voluntary thing, not something you were summoned for. But after her initial shock she had managed to think logically for a few moments, albeit instead of concentrating on math. There was no evidence that she had done anything inappropriate (mainly because she hadn't even if she did want to) so all she had to do was deny everything and look affronted at the suggestion. It wasn't like Miss Norman could call her Mom in on the suspicion that her daughter had the inappropriate hots for her. So she was pretty confident when she left the classroom, though less so when she rapped on the door.
"Come in," Miss Norman immediately called.
Ellie entered. She hadn't been in the room since Miss Norman had started [and not often before that]. The counsellor had shifted the desk that had once dominated the middle of the room to the side and instead had installed some comfy seats and a small coffee table in the centre. The twentysomething was sitting in one of them and immediately beckoned Ellie to the other, "Mint?" she asked as the teen sat down and proffered a bowl of little round nuggets to Ellie.
Shaking her head Ellie sat down and waited for the counsellor to begin. Miss Norman put the bowl down and glanced at the door to confirm it was closed. "You know why you're here?" she asked and Ellie kept silent. Miss Norman waited just a moment for a response before continuing, "It's because you want to fuck your Mom." This time she didn't allow time for Ellie to speak before putting up a hand to silence, "Don't say anything, I don't want to start our relationship with you lying to me." Ellie kept quiet as telling an untruth was exactly what she had been planning to do. Miss Norman grinned and relaxed, "Don't worry I'm not planning to discourage you, I'm fucking my Mom as well."
A range of scenarios had gone through Ellie's head from threats of prison or psychiatric care to earnest conversations and suggestions of more regular religious observations. But this was one she hadn't expected -- her only hope was that her mouth wasn't hanging open too obviously. Miss Norman didn't seem to mind Ellie's reaction, she probably had been expecting it, as she smiled and pulled out her phone, flicking to the contacts list and showing Ellie a picture of her Mom, above the cell number. The teen could see the resemblance between them, even if there was at least quarter of a century between them. Miss Norman allowed the teen to look at the picture for a moment before turning the phone away and sliding her finger over the screen. She turned it back to Ellie. This time the photo wasn't a headshot in contacts, but of the Miss Norman's Mom in a very sexy bikini. The counsellor flicked with her thumb and it moved to the same beach, but with the older woman now totally naked, half-reclined on the sand and exposing herself wantonly. A new photo came up, this time kneeling on a double bed, her large tits draped over a thin nightie and when Miss Norman flicked again, her Mom was naked on the bed, drilling a toy into her slick slot.
Withdrawing the phone Miss Norman closed it and placed it back on the table, "Those are some shots I took of my Mom on our last summer vacation. We've been together for five years -- I was same age as you -- a senior in High School. We've been together when I was at college and then when we moved here for my new job, she came with me -- we live together as a couple now."
"Oh -- do your neighbours know?" Ellie was shocked and fascinated, as well as more than a little jealous.
"It's not something we spread around -- we don't really socialise with the neighbours much -- I think most of them assume we're a lesbian couple with a large age difference. I just need to remember whenever I'm out walking down the street with her hand in hand I don't call her Mom -- that would be a giveaway."
"Why are you telling me then?" Ellie asked.
"Because I've seen the way you kiss your Mom goodbye and I see the way she looks at your right back. I wasn't sure whether you're fucking yet, but I'm now guessing not...?" she let the question linger long enough Ellie felt forced into an answer.
"No," she paused and then elaborated just so Miss Norman was sure, "We're not fucking."
"But you want to?"
It was the moment of truth. She could deny it and leave the room, she'd have some choice blackmail material over a member of school staff if she ever needed it. But then she had a feeling that this would block out another option, a more taboo and shocking path, but one that Ellie knew, had known for a long time, that she wanted to take. She paused for as long as she dared, scared to take the first step, but then she put on her big girl shoes and said, "Yes -- I want to fuck my Mom."
The confession lightened her like a heavy rock had been rolled from atop her shoulders and Miss Norman smiled happily, as if she too had been suddenly worried that she had misjudged horribly. "Call me Dawn, at least when we're not in the school corridors" she said.
"Yes Dawn," it felt strange to call a member of staff by their first name, almost as taboo as fucking a Mom, but equally it felt like it was a matter of trust and that they were no longer a student and counsellor, but a teenager and her slightly older friend. "You think I stand a chance with my Mom, like you and yours?"
"Oh God, yes, I've been watching you both for the past couple of weeks -- it's so obvious your Mom fancies the panties off you. I can't believe no-one else sees the looks she gives you when you're exiting the car, it's pure lust for your cute behind -- I've almost been expecting her to make a dive for it."
Ellie blushed. If her Mom had been as obvious as Dawn said the teen had been oblivious to it. Dawn grinned, "Don't worry about not noticing -- I guess I'm super sensitive to these things given my own situation, no-one else would put two and two together -- they think the idea of a Mom and daughter having the hots for each other was so preposterous it only happens in porn movies."
"So how, um, did you know, you and your Mom get it together?" Ellie asked, wondering if she could take out her pad and make notes.
The answer wasn't however very illuminating, "I just made a move on her." Dawn gave another wide grin, as if she was remembering, before leaning a little closer, "But it was harder for me and Mom, I thought we were the only ones who felt the way we did. You have me and her, we can act as a kind of lighthouse -- guiding the way for you and your Mom to dock, in a manner of speaking. Assuming you're interested?"
"Yes. How?"
"You should come over to dinner on Friday, both of you and dress up properly in dresses -- not jeans and tops," she said.
"She doesn't know you, why would my Mom want to come?" I asked.