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

Megan had left early Sunday morning to visit a coworker in need of help with classroom prep, so Chloe was alone in the kitchen when Channa strode in. The teen felt better. Not necessarily alright, but better. The shock and discomfort of the crazy experiences had dulled a bit, and a sleep free of alcoholic deadness left her with more energy and a better mood. Still, not necessarily alright. A lot still needed to be said.

“Morning Mom” the girl gave a waking smile, and received a smile and greeting in return. Dressed only in a thin blouse and panties, her mom only then seemed to realize she was missing her pants. She shifted to the table and sat quickly. Channa made coffee, then joined her mom in the dining room.

“Feeling better, sweetie? You look like you do.”

Channa nodded. “I do. I... do feel better today. A bit. A bit better.” Seeing her mom smile, she added “You do too... you look like you feel ok.”

“Yes, I do. I really do. I'm... I'm still dealing with things, Channa, I know you are too. I'm... this is something I've never dealt with... never imagined we would deal with. Yet here we are, and no matter what happens, I love you and know you love me. We're in this together, to figure it out.”

Channa accepted it. “I... I know, Mom. I love you. We'll get this together, I know we can. I'm not sure... Not sure I'm dealing with... with things, not really. I'm kinda just buzzing through the feelings and trying not to get caught up in anything too hard...”

Chloe leaned forward. “I'm here, you know. I'm here for you. Anything you need, anything you want to say, want to talk about, I'm here. I won't turn you away. You'd be surprised how much we can help each other by talking this through, honestly, like the mature women we are.”

Her daughter felt a bit of calm, and the bubbling secret came rushing out. “Mom... the other night, I... I made a mess. I made a mess on my bed and now the mattress is ruined, I need a new one.” Channa didn't exactly tell the whole truth, but it was a truth.

“I know. It's ok. We'll get you a new one.”

Channa withdrew a bit. “What do you mean, you 'know'?”

Chloe deflected. “I'm your mother. Don't give me that look, I know more than you think.” And then her mom softened and leaned back. “It's ok, really. You don't have to explain if you don't want to talk about it. I know... what you've seen me... This is all really new to me, Channa. All of it. Women. Megan... the other things. A couple weeks ago I would never have imagined doing any of it. I'm just as confused as you are... and I've dragged you into my confusion...”

Channa sat silently a moment. “Is Megan forcing you to... you know, do things, things you would rather not do?”

“No.” Chloe's answer was quick and gentle. “No. We do both do it because... I just... it feels good even if I don't know why.”

“You both seemed to enjoy it.”

“Yes. Yes, we enjoy it. It's wrong and it's wonderful and it's frightening and it's thrilling... Like nothing I've ever done before. I really can't explain it.” Chloe looked at her daughter carefully. “Do you hate me?”

“Hate you?”

“Do you hate that I've done this to you? That I've made our relationship weird and scary and uncomfortable? I never want that for you, and I never meant for any of this to involve you. I'm so sorry for it all.”

“Mom, I don't hate you. I don't hate you at all. This is all weird and strange and hard to believe. I'm curious, and scared, and worried. Horny. I can't make myself decide what I want to happen next. Some moments I want to deny anything has happened. But others moments, I want to relive and remember, and I fantasize about doing more.” Channa was rushing through her emotions trying to convey the depth of what she felt, finally unloading the chaos for someone. “At first I was angry. And disgusted. And then angry some more. And then I got drunk. I know you know. I got drunk and I saw you and Megan and I couldn't not do what I did. I liked it. I hated it. I wanted more. I wanted to run away.”

“And yet, you didn't.”

“Well, I sorta ran away. To my room. But then I... I made it worse... with my mess... and that's when I felt like I really crossed a line. Bad enough I'd watched you do what you did. Then I did it too. And I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. Mom... I enjoyed it.” Channa spread her hands upward in front of her. “Am I fucked up?”

Chloe had heard her daughter ask that same question in various ways for years, and her sarcastic standard reply fit perfectly.

“Yes. Just like your mother.”

The two burst into laughter, releasing tensions from days of distress and worry and heartache. Mother and daughter shared their unusual connection and found a way to bond in that moment. They had each accepted what had happened, in large part at least, and it was a moment they each needed desperately in order to start figuring out where to go next.

“Mom... why do you like it? I mean, how does someone even know to do something like that. Even if you enjoy it... even if I enjoy it... it's gross. When I did what I did on my bed. I couldn't believe I had done it. Still can't believe that was me. Still can't believe I enjoyed it...” When her mother didn't respond immediately, Channa continued. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For?”

“The bathroom. That morning. The towels and soaps and stuff. Definitely thanks for the aspirin. It was a really hard morning, and I only now understand that you made it better without me acknowledging it. Thanks.”

“Of course, Channa. It was not an easy morning for me... with the things that happened... I had trouble focusing and dealing with it. But I knew you would need some help, something to soften the blow that would come, both from the alcohol and everything else. Caring for someone is most needed when they are least able to show gratitude. I tried to imagine being you and what might make things a bit better. I'm thankful it helped. And you're welcome. Someone helped me like that once. ”

“What do you mean, 'someone helped' you?”

Chloe leaned back and cleared the hair from her eyes. “It happened when I was eight. I was flying alone, on my way from your grandmother's place in Vermont to Grandpa's home in Denver. The plane was mostly half empty and I had a whole row to myself near the back. I was nervous, it was my first flight, and I was all alone.”

Channa poured her second cup of coffee. Chloe continued. “An hour into the flight, I had gone to the lavatory to urinate, and once I came back, I fell asleep. When I woke up, probably no more than a half-hour later, I knew immediately I was going.”

“Going?”

“Pooping. In my shorts.”

“Oh, Mom. That's horrible!”

“Tell me about it! Here I was, eight-years old, alone, thousands of feet in the air, with no one I knew on board. And my shorts filled with poo. I wanted to cry. I tried to cry. I was frozen. I felt like a robot. When a stewardess came by to see if I was ok, I just nodded my head.” Chloe took a long drink from her soda. “I guess she thought I was just scared, but she went on and left me. All alone.”

“That doesn't sound very helpful...”

“Well, half-way through the flight, a kind woman, the copilot, couldn't have been more than my age at the time, came back and asked me to join her near the cockpit. I didn't know then, but I have suspected since that someone had finally smelled me and asked for help. I never found out why the copilot was the one to get me.

“Anyway, she brought me up to the cockpit door and pulled a privacy curtain, leaving just the two of us in the compartment area. She let me know that she was going to look out for me the rest of the way, and asked if I needed to clean up in the bathroom. I was still zombified, unable to respond. I still remember, she said 'Well, I think I'm in need of a washing and could use some help.”

Channa raised an eyebrow. “Mom... this sounds a bit creepy.”

“It is! But it wasn't, not really. We both squeezed into the tiny lavatory and shut the door. She said 'I know you're embarrassed, but look, I've done it too.' The woman unzipped her pants and pulled them down, then pulled down her panties. She showed me the crotch, where two small round turds had been caught. Took off her pants, and pulled off her panties... my eight year old self never really felt this was sexual, just... odd. She tossed her panties into the commode and flushed, then wiped herself and put on her pants.

“Then she asked if I thought I would like to throw my panties away too. I remember nodding and somehow she helped me out of my shorts and panties. I thought it would be a mountain in my panties, but I had just a small load and she tossed the bundle and flushed. My shorts were dark, so thankfully they didn't show the stain, but the copilot used some cleaner and sprayed them with air freshener while I stood there half-naked. Then she had me sit on the commode and she helped me wipe away the mess. “

Channa looked amazed. Chloe stopped her question. “She never touched me sexually. It was just a kind woman helping a frightened child. I can't know if it was something of a sexual thrill to her, and I don't care. All I know is she made my life infinitely better by doing what she did, and I would love to thank her one day.”

Chloe smiled and Channa returned it. “Great story. No, seriously, I get it. If that's the way she made you feel, no wonder you made my day so much better with the little things.”

The two sat silently for a time, letting the rush of emotions a bit. Channa spoke first. “So... what do we do now?”

“First, about your bed... We'll get you a new mattress this week. Until then, you can use the guest room.”

Channa nodded. “Is Megan staying tonight?”

“No, she has to get her prep work ready for classes. I won't see her until tomorrow.”

“Ok.” Channa considered. “Can I... sleep in your bed tonight?”

Chloe eyed her, looking to see if there was something she missed in those words. “Umm... yeah, sure. You can do that. We can snuggle and talk if you want. That would be nice. We haven't done that in a long time.”

Silence returned. Chloe went to the kitchen and came back with an open bottle of red wine and two glasses. “I won't let you overdo it, ok? Would you like a glass?”

Channa nodded and smiled at her mom's offer. The teen didn't exactly have a great relationship with alcohol that weekend, but she wasn't going to turn down the wine. Chloe poured two glasses and queried “Want to join me in the den? Listen to some music and talk?” Channa affirmed and the two moved downstairs to sit on the couch, a couple of feet separating them. Channa imagined she smelled her mom's pussy from the night before, when Megan had fingered her mom, and smiled at the arousing memory.

- - -

“Channa... are you still a virgin?”

Channa almost spit her wine and screamed 'Mom!' before catching herself. Things had changed quite a bit between them that day. Well, everything this weekend changed us a lot Channa mused. “Yes.”

Her mom thought a moment before continuing. “And... so, what... what have you done, besides watch me and Megan...”

The teen confessed kissing Urma, and her mom followed up with “So you do find women attractive. I never knew... Boys too?”

“I haven't kissed any boys.”

“No, I mean, are you attracted to boys?”

“I don't know. I think so. Mostly, I'm just horny a lot, so I just usually do what you saw me do. By myself. Urma is different, though. She knows me, so I feel really comfortable around her.”

Chloe took a drink of wine and went on. “I used to think I was straight. I'd been attracted to women all my life, but it's been many years since I thought much about them sexually. Until Megan, who is only in to women, at least as far as I know.”

“I saw. Likes them a lot, I'd say.”

Chloe laughed with her daughter. “Yes, and I'm starting to think I'm like her a lot. I know, I know, it's only been a few days. But we've connected, you know? Like I never have with anyone before. I mean... I've loved others... men... before, and thought I had found good companions. But Megan and I have shared more strange and wonderful and challenging experiences the last few days than I've ever shared with anyone who wasn't you. It's been wonderful, especially when I needed someone to talk to. She's been great for me.”

“I know. I didn't want to like her. I wanted to hate her. Maybe a part of me still does. I've seen you two together three times and each time you seemed to enjoy being with her, and she with you.”

“She's kind and thoughtful and giving, someone I've...” Chloe backed up to what her daughter had said. “What do you mean, 'three times'? I only remember you watching us one... briefly.”

Channa giggled. “Sorry, I should have told you. I saw you and Megan earlier, before... Friday night. And again, last night. Down here. I saw her finger you.”

Chloe smiled, remembering how her lover had made her feel, recalled how she had ejaculated from her pussy and soaked Megan's hand. “Wait... when did you start watching last night? Channa... What did you hear last night?” Chloe was suddenly worried they had gotten close to a subject she wasn't ready to deal with.

“I dunno. I didn't watch all night. Just the part where she had her hand in your pants, maybe a bit before.” Channa looked away a bit, blushing and uncertain.

Chloe kept quiet, trying desperately to think about the conversation she had with Megan. 'Maybe you could be her first.' When did she say that to me? Thinking about Channa having a first time, with me or someone else, had gotten me really horny. How much does my daughter know about what we said?

Channa broke the silence. “I'm not supposed to watch. I know. I feel like I should run away every time and do everything I can to not think about it. But I've been thinking about watching you and Megan constantly. I... I enjoyed seeing it... seeing you and Megan make each other feel good...”

“I know. I know just what you mean. I'm not supposed to have watched you that night. I should have shouted you out. Made you leave. Told Megan to stop. Instead I told her to make me orgasm. I... Channa, believe me when I say I'm very conflicted and confused by this. I never meant to bring you this close to my intimate life, and I'm not sure if I should enjoy it or forbid it. I love you, and I only want you to find joy. To help me find joy. Whatever that means to us.”

Channa offered in a near-whisper, “So... you did watch me. I wasn't really sure, my memories from that night are blurred and runny. I thought you did, but I didn't know. It feels fucked up, but I'm torn too. I replay the memory and want to feel repulsed by it. Instead, I'm turned on.” She shifted and adjusted her crotch as if to prove her point.

“I know... Channa, since we're being honest... I need to tell you a couple of things.” Chloe swallowed the remainder of her wine and pour another glass. “That morning after you... made your mess. I saw you like that. That's how I knew to prepare the bathroom and knew you had drunk the wine.”

Chloe flashed back to that morning and her embarrassment returned. She blushed again and tried not to show her emotions. Chloe reassured her, “Channa, I don't tell you this to embarrass you, just the opposite. I want you to know I understand what you mean. Good god, you saw me with Megan practically pooping on my face.”

Channa laughed in spite of her embarrassment, the scene put into words in her mother's voice made it seem comical. At the time, she had found it arousing.

“Anyway, when I opened the door, like you, I wanted to run. I wanted to hate myself for looking. For not looking away. I was mad at myself for staring. Looking at your... panties, seeing you so peacefully sleeping like that... I can't believe I'm going to admit this to you... Channa, looking at you like that... I orgasmed. Hard. Soaked my panties. I hadn't even touched myself. Just standing their, you asleep with that amazing brown spot on your panties. I just came. I still don't fully understand why...”

Both mom and daughter took in the words and sat in thought quietly a bit. Channa finished her glass and pushed it toward her mom, asking for a refill. “This is good wine” the teen said with a smile. After a warning that this was her second and last glass, Channa leaned into her mother and they snuggled together a bit before Channa broke the calm silence.

“Would you really want to be my first?”

And there it was, the question Chloe had tried hard not to think about. Not to talk about. A million responses rattled her brain before she settled on the one that felt most honest. “I don't know.”

“Oh.” Channa sounded a bit let down, or at least didn't get a response she hoped for. Chloe wasn't sure which way Channa had hoped it would go. Yes or No might have either been the right answer from her daughter's point of view.

“Yeah.” Chloe breathed. “So many thoughts running through my head, and this one has so many things to think through. The good. The bad. The risks. I love you, I'll do anything for you, sweetie... This... this is a question I don't know the answer to. Part of me wants to scream 'YES!'. Part of me wants to shout 'NO!'.

Chloe took a long swallow of wine and watched Channa do the same. “What we've shared the past few days, the good and the not so good, have made me love you all the more. Never doubt that. I'm yours and you're mine always. We can deal with anything together. You're my daughter and I love you, I need you in my life, and this weekend you've been in my life in ways I never thought could happen. And we find ourselves stronger for it, if maybe unsure what we do now. Tell me... tell me how you see things. I need to know.”

Channa finished her second glass quickly and enjoyed the warm buzz as she spoke softly. “I only asked because... I think I'm ready. For my first time. The last few days have been crazy. It's like going from eating crackers all your life to one day eating steak and seafood and roasted vegetables and fresh fruit from the trees...”

“Like going from eating crackers to eating pussy?” her mom interrupted?

Channa broke out in giggles. “Yes! Exactly, well, not exactly. More like eating crackers and then seeing delicious pussies and knowing you might be able to eat them soon.”

“True, that does match things better, eh?”

Channa paused a moment and looked pensive. “I never really thought about it until a few months ago. I thought about a couple of boys, a couple of girls I might like to be my first, but mostly just while I masturbated. When I kissed Urma on Thanksgiving, I knew she would be my first. I was ready to give myself to her on Friday, but that didn't quite turn out...”

“I'm so sorry sweetie, I let my pleasure ruin your plans...”

“No, Mom. It's ok. The last couple of days, I'm not sure anymore that she is the one I want to be my first. Now I know I might have... a choice. And I'm not sure how to choose.”

“I see. And if you were to choose right now, who would you most want to be your first?”

Channa looked indecisive. “I don't know.”

Chloe smiled. “Copycat. Ok. So, here we are, two smart women. Two smart horny women who can't seem to figure out what to do about our mixed emotions. I'll make a deal with you. If you come to me honestly and openly and tell me you are ready to have sex and want me to be your first, I will. I trust you to know what you want to do, when you want to do it.”

Channa blushed and felt wetness drip down her butt crack. “Ok, Mom. I'm not ready to think about it much more tonight.”

Chloe replied, “I feel the same, but I'll hold fast to my promise. Just know honey, I'm risking a lot if anyone ever finds out, and we'll only hurt each other if someone is told. I'll go to prison, I'll lose you, I'll...”

Her daughter hushed her. “Mom, Mom. I know, I know, ok? I know what's at risk. They teach us about sexual assault and incest and stuff at school, remember? I know what would happen to you. To us. If I come to you and ask you to be my first, I'll know it is something just for the two of us and no one else. Well, Megan I guess since she kinda already knows. But no one else. Deal?”

“Deal.”

They spent the evening listening to jazz and soul music, hugging each other and snuggling together in loving comfort. Neither could let their thoughts leave the prospect of Chloe being her daughter's first, but neither could they completely focus on dealing with the idea. That night, Channa slept in her panties while Chloe wore a nightgown, and they cuddled and laughed each other to sleep.