Megan Clearwater, female, 27

	- Chemistry teacher

	- Beige-white skin, 5'8, 165lbs, dirty-blonde shoulder-length hair

Chloe Harmon, female, 33

	- High school Vice-Principal, mother of Channa

	- Beige-white skin,  5'6, 140lbs, medium-brown hair with cropped bangs

Channa Harmon, female, 15 

	- High school sophomore, daughter of Chloe

	- Pale white skin, 5'1, 110lbs, long yellow-blonde hair

Neither woman spoke much after they left the bathroom and gym. The ride home was silence and the afternoon found Chloe absently filling out paperwork for the school and trying to come to grips with her tangled relationship with her daughter. She'd tried to rationalize the experiences, excusing it on alcohol, on teen curiosity, on confusion and hormones. Nothing really settled her, and her thoughts drifted to what was to come.

Channa had spent most of the day in her room. Like her mom, she tried to find a reason, a driving force, in what had happened. She was confused, ashamed, angry at herself, but strangest of all, aroused by the things she had seen and done. That last emotion left her more ashamed and more confused. This isn't normal. What we did... Is. Not. Normal. It's my Mom... My Mom! I let her watch me cum and I couldn't look away from her when she came... Not to mention all the shit! And Megan! The Bathroom!

Trying to piece things together one small item at a time, she chose to deal with the three pairs of soiled panties in her room, the smell of which still made her worry that her mom would open the door and notice, deepening the young blonde's embarrassment. Channa found a couple of plastic bags. She worked most of the shit from of her own dirty panties into one bag, and tossed the panties into the other, along with the underwear from Megan and her mom. Mom's cummy, shitty panties...

Tying the bags as tight as she could, she tossed them in the closet. The box still had smears of shit, so she collapsed it, wrapped it with the hand towels from the night before, and stuck it behind the two bags filled with shit and dirty panties. Channa recalled her air freshener and sprayed most of the can around the room, in the closet, on her bed sheets.

The big brown spot in her bed caused her panic to rise. I can't hide that! Even if I could get the sheets scraped and washed without Mom knowing, the mattress will be horribly stained and smell like my shit... Fuck My Life. Channa's hastily arranged plan to hide forever her drunken mess had been destroyed by the brown spot, and the teen settled into a chair and felt miserable all over again.

- - -

Chloe had put on a good face and tried to get through the grind for the coming workweek. The day spent largely shuffling papers and verifying information felt hollow compared to the deep pool of conflicting emotions and thoughts circling her reality. She relived the last few days and the shared moments with her daughter, both at home and at the gym, as the sounds and smells and images rushed around her head and made her catch her breath several times. This doesn't seem real.

A few times, she smelled her unwashed crotch and felt her arousal and confusion rise before shutting out those feelings and pushing through the next task. By evening, she needed badly to talk to someone. Megan returned and the two snuggled in the den and talked quietly. Channa was in her room, alone and unwilling to talk just yet. A few grumbled responses to questions through the door had assured Chloe that her daughter was still alive throughout the day.

“My mind is racing and rushing and I'm feeling completely overwhelmed. I can't stop blaming myself for everything. For hurting Channa. For cumming when I looked at her, both times... For just feeling overwhelmed and paralyzed.” Chloe rambled off her desperate thoughts and held onto Megan a bit tighter.

Megan held her close and lovingly moved her friend's breasts gently, caressing her curves in a tender manner. Letting her know she cared. “I think she's handling it really well. I mean... can you imagine being in her situation? I don't know that I would have ever left my room. I can't conceive of the courage it took for her to even try to deal with her confusion.” Megan paused and stroked Chloe's face. “You too, you know? You faced her, even if you aren't sure what to do. You let her know you care. You got work done today when it would have been much easier just to drink and reject your feelings.”

“Speaking of drinking...” Chloe leaned toward the table and grabbed the bottle of schnapps, pouring them each a small glass. Taking a sip, she opened up. “Something happened at the gym today, and I'm not sure if it made things worse or better...”

Megan shifted and let Chloe settle into her arms, drinking a bit before setting her glass aside. “We were in the stalls... no, let me step back. We worked out and when we walked to the lockers, I caught a... a whiff of Channa. She was sweaty and musty and wonderful. I felt the rush of her scent catch me off guard... and I loved it.”

Megan slid her hand between her own legs, adjusting her panties a bit as her clit rose without permission. Chloe continued. “We both went to the bathroom, taking up the two stalls there. It was all really innocent until I heard her masturbating...”

“Channa masturbated at the gym?”

“Yes... and so did I. I couldn't help it. I was so horny and then I heard her moan... I dunno why I couldn't stop, but I needed to cum with her and I did.”

Megan shifted again, trying to ignore her arousal, and concentrated on helping her friend.

“I heard her cum and it drove me crazy to think that my own daughter was cumming so close to me. I wanted... I wanted nothing more than to watch her orgasm. To see her little slit drooling, to smell... Ok, ugh. I'm having trouble focusing here.”

“It sounds like you both were in need of a release at the same time. Maybe not something a mother and daughter usually do 'together', but after the new things you've been through in the last few days, perhaps not so unexpected.” Megan reached again for her glass and drank deeply while trying to ignore her moistening cunt.

“There's more.” Chloe swallowed the rest of her glass. “Right before I climaxed, after Channa came, I heard her fart and then start defecating. Heard the splashes. That sent me over the edge again. I came hard imaging her... pretended I could smell her... I came hard.” She paused, recalling those moments. “And then I started shitting, too.”

Megan's clit throbbed against her panties and it became difficult for the young teacher to resist the urge to rub one out quickly. “... you started shitting as you came? Do you think Channa heard you?”

“I don't know how she couldn't have! The splashing in my toilet... I couldn't stop my moans for a few seconds. I know she heard me. And I think she knows I heard her.”

“And did either of you mention what happened afterward?”

“No, nothing was said. I... I didn't know what to say, how to explain what I'd done, what she'd done. I mean... I'm not angry or upset, I'm just... really, really confused. I've done some horrible things and my daughter is the one who will suffer...” Chloe took Megan's hand and held it fast. “I just want to make things right, to make things right with Channa...”

The women sat quietly for a while, slowly rocking together and trying to consider what to do. Megan kissed the back of Chloe's head, then spoke. “I think... I think she is in need of reassurance right now. You too. That, even though this is confusing, that you'll work it out. Together. I think the moments at the gym helped things. Sure, it compounded what you both were feeling, but you shared a normally-private moment with each other. Again. Both of you seem to have enjoyed it and I believe that, if you can give her some reassurance, some normalcy everywhere else, but also a chance to come to terms with her feelings, perhaps this can become experiences to grow from, and grow closer together.”

“... Would you think I'm a terrible person if I told you that I've begun to imagine what she might feel like... what she might taste like... down there...”

Megan took in the words a moment before fully understanding where Chloe was going. The teacher didn't immediately reply, then thought she should say something before Chloe felt Megan believed the worst. “No. No. You are not a terrible person. I know you love your daughter and anything you would want to do with her would only be to share a wonderful experience with her, to share a bond most people never know.”

Megan put the lid on the schnapps and pushed the bottle away from them, then turned Chloe toward her and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, Megan's voice got a bit quieter. “I think that what you are feeling for her right now comes from a deep desire to make her feel good. About herself. About you. About sex. She's been exposed to some pretty... unusual... aspects of sex that most people never see, and of those that do, it is after years of working up to it.”

“Do you think she would hate me if she knew... that I had thought about her that way? I never meant to, oh, I never ever meant to. I love her, I never want to hurt her.” Chloe kissed Megan again, full of need of reassurance and love, and the two moaned softly to each other.

Megan had a hard time hiding her arousal as her nipples pressed hard into Chloe's chest. The scents of each women mingled and teased Megan's nose, and did nothing to reduce the throbbing in the her clit. “Do you think Channa's still a virgin?”

Chloe paused and realized she'd never really considered that question. Channa had only recently begun to talk about boys but as far as Chloe knew, had never so much as kissed one. Or a girl. Then again, how would I know? She could kiss a hundred guys and girls and I'd never know. “I don't know. I know she's been masturbating for at least a couple of years... I've heard it a handful of times... But hearing her masturbate... it never affected me in this way. Hearing her now turns me on.”

Megan didn't attack her clit imagining how Channa might sound while masturbating, but just barely. “It is really important to her self-confidence and her growth to ensure that her first experiences with someone else are comfortable and enjoyable. Something pleasant she can remember and perhaps keep her from fixating too strongly on the intense experiences she's had this weekend.” Megan stroked Chloe's lap, trailing her hand slowly along her lover's thighs. “Maybe, if things work in a certain way, you might be able to be sure her first time is lovely and warm and wet and wonderful.” The schnapps had Megan buzzed a bit and feeling a small euphoric warmth. “Maybe you could be her first...”

Chloe froze and tried hard to understand the implications of what Megan was saying. “Wha...? You think I should...?”

“Carefully, carefully.” Megan brushed Chloe's hair from her face and played with her friend's bangs. “I'm not really suggesting anything, sorry. I'm a bit drunk, letting my mouth voice things I should have thought through first. I'm not saying you force it or even suggest it. Just that, ya know, if it came to that moment... together... you might be the one now... the right one... after all she has seen and done this week, to be there for her... the right one for her first time. Make it wonderful for her... But only if she wants it and is ready for it. After what Channa has seen, she needs someone to show her how wonderful it can be the first time. Not some dirty play, but simple, soft, caring love and enjoyment. You could be Channa's first.”

Chloe leaned back on Megan and let her mind wander. The fantasy played out in her thoughts, and for a while her guilt and shame receded into tenderness and joy in Megan's warm arms.

“Finger me.”

“Mmm...” Megan slid her hands over Chloe's breasts a moment before sliding one down and unbuttoning her friend's pants. The zipper slid lower and Megan slipped her hand under the elastic waistband of Chloe's damp panties. Megan let her fingers tickle the pubic hairs before sliding past Chloe's clit and into her moist cunt.

Two fingers inside, she began to finger her lover, enjoying the soft moans and slippery entrance. Megan stroked the upper roof of Chloe's vagina, feeling the tissue harden and strain. Her palm rubbing Chloe's stiff clit, she slipped a third finger inside the woman, pressing deeper into her sex. Megan slid under the G-spot, Chloe's vagina clenching and tightening.

Chloe moaned louder, stronger, raising her hips to meet Megan's probing digits. Wetness spread warmly over her friend's fingers. Chloe pulled Megan's hand free and took her friend's fingers in her mouth, tasting her own unwashed pussy and creamy slickness. Pushed back down, Megan's hand found the position and continued stroking Chloe's insides.

Three fingers deep inside Chloe, Megan slipped her pinky inside the woman's anus, tenderly circling the tight hole before pressing the tip in. Chloe moaned at the wonderful violation, feeling her ass open slightly to let her friend feel inside her butt. Megan pumped her fingers in and out, using her thumb to stroke Chloe's clit. She could feel Chloe tense and moan as orgasm blossomed.

Chloe's ass clamped down on Megan's knuckle-deep finger, and her pussy spasmed and clenched the other three as Chloe peaked. Megan raced her thumb across the brunette's clit, and Chloe climaxed, ejaculating hard against Megan's hand, juices squirting and dripping down her ass. She sprayed her fluids in bursts, and Megan felt the hot wetness coat her hand. Megan pumped and probed, pushing as deep into the tight holes as possible.

As Chloe came down, Megan slowed her pumping and soon held her hand gently in Chloe's crotch, four fingers still deeply held within. Chloe purred, still slowly rocking against Megan's soft hand, enjoying the fullness inside her holes. “I'm really starting to love you...”

Megan smiled and held her lover tightly against her body.

- - -

“Maybe you could be her first...”

Channa's mind reeled as she took in Megan's thought. Who is she talking about? My mom could be someone's first? Who? The teen had been on her way to confess to her mom about her bed and try to deal with this confusing weekend when she heard Megan speak those soft words. Listening intently from the top of the stairs, Channa heard Megan go on, and then the teen's heart nearly stopped when she heard the teacher tell her mom:

“... After what Channa has seen, she needs someone to show her how wonderful it can be the first time. Not some dirty play, but simple, soft, caring love and enjoyment. You could be Channa's first...”

Channa sat down. Quietly, she hoped, but she had no strength left to both stand and rationalize the situation. My first? She wants my mom to be my first? Channa had only gone as far as kissing Urma, and had only recently started even fantasizing about her first time. A few days ago, kissing her best friend, she would have said she was certain Urma would be her first. The idea that Mom might be the first to taste my... She couldn't even complete the thought. It was beyond her ability to take the logical next step and feel horrified. She didn't. She wasn't certain what she felt, but horror, anger, guilt, and disgust were not part of it. Curiosity. Anticipation. Perhaps fear, anxiety. Arousal. The teen's clit rose against her panties.

The girl let the thoughts run through her head and watched as her mom let Megan finger her pussy, and saw her mom's gushing orgasm. Channa's pussy was so wet. If she weren't still in a bit of shock from what Megan said, she would have been fingering herself to the scene below. Instead, she silently slid back to her room and started again to decide what to do.

- - -

The rest of the night, Channa pondered her mixed emotions in her room and became more confident that coming clean to her mom about the bed incident was the right thing to do. She showered again and found a note from her mom telling her she loved her and was ready to talk to her whenever Channa felt comfortable and ready herself. Channa wasn't again ready, not like before the scene she watched from the stairs, so she wrote a hasty reply, saying she might talk in the morning, and slipped it under her mom's door.

Her mother and Megan had retired early, and from the soft snoring, Channa felt they might have a quiet night. They all needed it, and Channa felt drained from the whirlwind of emotions and experiences that had strangely altered her view of her life. And not in the ways she would have expected.

Her mattress still filthy, Channa put a blanket on the floor and then curled up. Her pillow smelled of poo, so she used her old stuffed gorilla under her head. Scenes of hairy cunts, shitty panties, and orgasming women filled her thoughts, and her dreams continued the theme all night.