Deja vu is what we call that sensation that we're repeating an experience; some people, like my folks, call the sense of a completely novel experience vuja de, just for laughs.
My dad's a Professional Engineer and seems, for the most part, completely dependent upon my mother for common sense. He's the idealist who wrestles with reality in dealing with construction projects, my mother the pragmatist who keeps us all going.
So when I started dating Amy and met her mother (her dad long gone in a divorce) I had no idea of the chaos to come.
Now I'm not from a big family; I had two older sisters away at college leaving me alone with our folks. Amy and her mother Amanda were also on their own. Amanda, I knew, worked as an auditor at the same accounting firm my mother worked as a techie for.
Some of my buddies, hearing that I asked Amy out for a date, told me that her mother was crazy and over-protective and would push me away. Amy also told me, before accepting that first date, that her mother was a bit... controlling.
I'm told that youth is blind. I didn't realize how blind I really was until long after things had progressed, well, pretty damn far. By the time they went "too far" I was very unwilling to change things.
And perhaps that was intended.
So we'd been going to the movies, the library, to the local mall, out to the local fast-food joints for several weeks before the day I went to the beach with both of them. When they shed their covers I found that both Amy and her mother Amanda were wearing identical bikinis, which was a bit of a shock. Discovering they both had a flower tattooed on their right hips was going into the realm of insanity.
All right, so it seemed best to shrug it off.
Even though Amanda was old-- over thirty-- she still looked to be in pretty good shape. My eyes didn't stray much from Amy, though, given this being the first time I saw so much of her in one eyeful.
Heck, I was already so far gone that nobody else on the beach really existed for me.
No, I'm not bullshitting you; I've never been anything special to look at and, to be perfect honest, neither was Amy. Her mother had the unfair advantage of age and, well, I figured Amy's father had some string-bean in his genes that my girlfriend took after. Being both underweight and under-endowed, Amy could have gone topless on the beach just wearing boy's trunks and gotten few double-takes (she kept her hair shorter than I did) though her face would have seemed effeminate in a boy... but it was a pretty face.
So? I was smitten. You may ask why, given her less than impressive physical charms, why did I give her a first look, much less a second?
Amy is fun to be around. She's witty, smart, well read (with a reasonable level of overlap with me, even for some pretty obscure scifi) so we had no problem talking in what often sounded to our friends like gibberish. She was warm, tolerant and I never felt she ever laughed at me...
In other words: we "clicked". We'd been friends for so long that the idea of getting closer to her seemed to make sense.
When it feels like your minds are intermixing it's not long before your hearts become entangled. When we reached that point we certainly didn't take appearance into account.
So, sitting on the beach, it was easy to lay down on the blanket, eyes closed, our hands grasping each other. We shared a lot through just our joined hands, you know. We'd squeeze now and then and...
Laugh all you want; in a matter of a five weeks of dating we'd gone from a morse-like code to a more complex set of signals using all of our fingers; we were actually able to "talk" to each other silently through our hands, completely privately in front of anyone else.
Well... we had some fun with it, making believe we were, effectively, touch-telepaths.
Every couple, I think now, should have a secret language. Amy could tell me stories through our hands and, there on the beach, told me that she wanted to climb on top of me and make love with me, forever removing our virginities. This was silently, in front of her own mother...
Well, she embellished the comments with details that made me far more aware of my male member so it started to wake up.
We kept our eyes closed. I should have opened them but, for that moment in time, Amy and I were alone, communing with each other. So I told her about how hard I felt and she let me know her body was reacting to me as well.
When we released each other's hands and got up to jump into the water together we were silent; once standing, our hands re-joined and I stopped to look at Amanda after hearing her clear her throat.
Amanda was wearing sunglasses and put them up on top of her head before propping herself up on her elbows. "Where are you two going?"
"For a swim" we replied, in stereo. Amy and I looked in each other's eyes and smiled before turning back to Amanda.
Amanda's eyes looked down to my midriff "Like that?"
I looked down. Oops. Even in the baggy trunks my erection was not well hidden. I looked over to Amy and noticed her nipples were standing up, which actually made deflation, well, harder to achieve.
Using my free hand I did my best to de-emphasize the bulge before we walked, joined hands swinging, towards the waves.
We had to walk out a ways before the waves were running between hips and nipples as we stood there, feeling that odd sensation of the sand shifting under our feet with motion of the waves.
I'd softened during the walk out into the water and was then quite comfortable and content just holding hands so I was startled when she released my hand and wrapped her body around me, in effect climbing on me.
I wasn't stupid enough to stop this; it felt wonderful with her arms around my shoulders and head and her legs around my hips; I knew she was very limber and this brought my member back to full attention.
Well... both her body and her kiss. My arms went around her, one arm behind her back to hold her to me, the other went to her bottom to help keep her up, feeling the shift as the waves would lift her a little bit and drop her back. I carried her with me further out to the point where the waves would lift my feet off the bottom as they went past us.
The bouncing felt good, despite the reach for breath we occasionally had to make.
All right, the bouncing felt very good with her bottom, even with my trunks and her bikini panties between us, rubbing against me.
Until this moment I'd never fully understood how any guys could identify so closely to their penis, almost as if it was "all" of him. Believe me, the only things I could pay any attention to at all were my mouth and tongue and my dick.
We only stopped now and then to make sure we weren't being swept away from the beach, but didn't pay much attention beyond this worry until I heard someone clear their throat right behind me.
Now I'm not the most secure man on the planet but having the one girl who I could share my heart with in my arms I wasn't about to abandon her for anybody. I only slowly backed off of the current kissing session and, once my lips were regretfully free from Amy, could look around.
Amanda was standing there, floating up like we did with each swell... and her breasts were definitely providing a fair amount of buoyancy. The fact that she'd apparently pulled them out of her top made their size a bit more... ahem... obvious. It came as a shock to realize her nipples were erect. I've seen erect nipples in pictures but the reality had a stronger impact.
I'm sure I blushed when I realized what I was seeing. It didn't make much of a difference to my dick as Amy's body bounced against it. My passenger spoke up, showing she wasn't the tongue-tied geek I was, complaining "Mom, why're you showing off your tits to my boyfriend?"
I finally heard her say it in front of someone else: Boyfriend. The one word she'd never spoken aloud, any more than I had the nerve to say "girlfriend". The flush of recognition hit me and I came in my trunks. Amy had to have known something was up from the way I just squeezed her, shook and groaned, so she turned back to me, asking "You all right Ricky?"
I was still recovering when I heard Amanda answer for me "He came in his pants when you claimed him as your boyfriend, so he really does want you for more than sex."
I got kissed again, even though I was dizzy. My erection, bouncing as it did off of Amy's bikini-clad vulva, never left attention for the 'at ease' position, so I was in for a bigger shock when I felt my trunks pulled down and other things happened that confused me.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Amy asked just as I felt a hand on my hard dick, moving it around before I felt my little head wrapped in something warm, soft and...
Whatever it was, I felt great, so I moaned.
"I'm putting you two back together, I figure you'll want to fuck some more."
It took... it took an incredible amount of effort to lift my Amy off of my erection. This wasn't the right place or time for us to have sex for the first time. It should be special. "Not yet, not yet!" I called, trying to explain to both of them, "It should be so special for Amy. This isn't the right place or time for her first time."
I saw Amanda frown. "You two haven't had sex yet?"
Amy and I looked at each other, our organs still far too close to meeting, but unwilling to release each other and we turned our faces as one to Amanda and answered "No".
Amanda growled "You are both way too fucking close as a couple to not be fucking. It's unbelievable that you're still a virgin, Amy."
"Mom," Amy implored, "it's for real. We haven't had sex yet and Rick says it should be special." She turned to me, her eyes boring into me "That felt good, you know, and... ummm, this is pretty special, you know."
I looked at her, ignoring her mother, feeling my trunks slide up and down my calves with the motion of the waves, a tiny part of my mind worried that I'd lose them. "Sweetheart," I said for the first time, and felt her flutter in my arms, "I still don't know anything about how to do it without hurting you. I've read some stupid stories but I don't understand how to avoid hurting you."
Amy squeezed me. "Maybe my mom can help."
Before I could speak up I realized that Amanda's hands were busy matching up our organs again.
As I felt my dick's head caught in a tight spot I looked into Amy's eyes and told her "I've loved you, sweetheart, and I love you now..."
Amy moaned as I said this and I felt her slowly engulf my erection, crying out "Ricky, I love you too."
We were not well lubricated but we still-- somehow-- managed to get fully seated. It took a while but the bouncing we got from the waves certainly did not hurt.
So, fully impaled, we took a moment of celebration by relaxing together and kissing.
We heard Amanda speak as we kissed "Amy, try to squeeze him. You can't slide up and down properly here, the seawater will wash off all of your lubrication. Pay attention to how it feels as you squeeze him..."
I felt a couple of strange sensations from our joined organs as she experimented and... I felt it when she "got it right" and she broke her lips loose from mine to moan.
The waves continued to shift us up and down and, while we were not fucking "for real" the bouncing certainly helped us both along...
Amy squeaked and I felt a rhythmic squeezing of me along with her arms and legs. It was fortunate that I'd come earlier so I could last longer like this.
The waves didn't stop so Amy's excitement didn't get lost; I held her close as we continued to bounce with every swell and she squeaked and spasmed as every third or fourth drop back onto my feet.
Her squeaks got louder and her hold on me got tighter and tighter and then...
She squeaked again but this time, as she rhythmically massaged my member, I came. I think I groaned; I know my arms squeezed her tighter to me as we came together.
It took several minutes for my erection to subside; until it did, Amy continued her cycle of orgasms with the bouncing from the waves. Only when I fell out of her did she get to relax enough to come down from her high.
Amy was weakened as I tried to hold her and soon found both of us being held by Amanda, Amy's mother.
I was fortunate that she'd snagged my trunks for me; we helped each other readjust our clothing in the water. Amy, when her mother asked, had me be the one to put Amanda's breasts back into her bikini top. I even got to tie one of the strings on Amy's bottom... which was fun.
Amy and I kissed each other, thanking each other.
I worried, though, if we'd lost something by coupling, and it was only during the walk back in, with my hand in hers, that I was reassured that we could still speak, body to body, hand to hand.
Amanda, though, provided another surprise; she took my left hand.
Back on the beach we re-coated ourselves with sunscreen, this time Amy having me coat her mother's back as well as her own. I smiled at Amy when I squeezed Amanda's butt and got a smile back from my lover. Amy took care of covering my back with the goop.
When we laid back down I stopped her and kissed her again, telling her "I love you, I don't ever want to lose you..."
"I don't ever want to lose you either, Rick."
We dozed in the sun, Amanda waking us to roll over as needed to avoid burns despite the sunscreen. I took these opportunities to kiss and even squeezed Amy's butt, getting a contented squeak from the woman I loved.
OK, so she patted my crotch at such opportunities and she pursued me for kisses too.
When we packed up to head home I went into their apartment and found Amanda pushing me into a bathroom to take a shower before changing into my clothes, so I started the water, bringing it up to temperature. I soon found a naked but shy Amy pushed into the bathroom to join me, Amanda continuing in and telling us to shower together.
Amy seemed shaky so I pulled her into my arms and kissed her with as much love as I could, squeezing her little cheeks as I pulled her close. It didn't take long for her to wrap her arms around my head as she got into the kiss.
I realized that two somethings were rubbing on my bare chest and stopped long enough to look down at an impressive pair of nipples grinding on my chest, looked her in the eye and smiled. She smiled back and looked down at my erection slapping at her crotch, smiling up at me again.
"All right, take it easy you two, get into the shower and wash each other down. Amy, I'm pretty sure your pussy will be far too sore to fuck again before tomorrow, so you need to take it easy tonight. Just wash each other and then I'll teach him to go down on you..."
Amy's eyes met mine on hearing this; I could swear I saw a twinkle.
We did well washing each other under Amanda's guidance, first in dealing with our backs, legs, arms and... fronts. Then she taught me how to wash and rinse out Amy's pussy; the light reddish color in her light dusting of pussy hair was nice to look at and Amanda guided me in checking her daughter for soap...
With my tongue.
Amy was next guided to washing my penis... which had come to attention before we had even gotten into the shower so it was, by this time, on a hair trigger.
This time I heard a squeak of surprise as it went off in her hand and painted a set of streaks on her chest. I was shaky so was leaning back against the wall when Amanda directed my lover to take a taste. I watched as she pulled a fingertip through one of the tracks and brought it to her lips. I do not know why but this sight was almost (and I mean almost ) exciting enough to see that my penis twitched in an effort to re-inflate.
"Doesn't taste so great, does it?" her mother asked.
Amy didn't scrunch up her face but she did nod. "Yeah, kind of salty, a little bitter and, well, the texture is strange."
Amanda nodded to her daughter. "Yes, but it's something he will enjoy you tasting just as he'll want to enjoy the taste of your pussy."
Amy looked up at me and I nodded, then pulled her back to a standing position and used the shower nozzle to spray the semen off of her chest.
That night I got lessons in female sexual anatomy, giving my lover hand jobs (complete with Amy's sound effects as she climaxed on my hand) before getting a very detailed explanation of cunnilingus as Amanda pointed out things for me to lick and suck on while emphasizing my need to listen to Amy's responses. I was amazed at all of the extra places on her legs that I was told to give kisses and licks and even coached on how to hold her buttocks while my mouth and tongue were in use. I got several run throughs because Amy was very excitable and would come quickly and easily.
Amanda explained that her daughter apparently came so easily that giving her a really big orgasm would be difficult. She whispered a set of suggestions into my ear but didn't give me a chance to try it out just then.
Amy only got one good lesson in on fellatio that night. She was coached by her mother who provided all kinds of details of were to put her tongue, when (and how) to apply suction, and how to deliver pressure with her lips. I tried to be as passive a partner (excepting my noises of approval even when I wasn't asked for suggestions) but the toughest part of the process was watching her work me in and out of her mouth while her seemingly luminous eyes never left mine. Her apparent comfort in giving me this pleasure hit me hard when I fired into her warm mouth.
Her mother's obvious approval in congratulating Amy didn't hurt things as I was encouraged to once again use my mouth on Amy's pussy. Amanda whispered in my ear that I should try to draw it out as long as possible.
This time Amanda didn't offer clues or other coaching so I listened carefully to my lover's responses; Amy would almost jump towards climax which, given what Amanda told me before, were hard to keep from completing. I ended up with my hands holding hers under her buttocks as I worked her, keeping her from finishing herself off.
Each peak she climbed to the edge before I let her slide back down got me used to the sound of disappointment though this was only temporary as I went back to teasing her back up the slope again... and the peaks got closer and closer together and I realized that I didn't have the skill needed to avoid her full climax for very long.
For the first time Amy's orgasm wasn't accompanied by a nice squeak; it was a scream, telling the world she was coming. Something that tasted salty-sweet sprayed out of her right by her clitoris and, moving quickly, I got a good taste of it.
Amy was falling asleep, sleepily calling for me to hold her. Her mother's hand on my ear pulled me up and those adult hands positioned us into the most comfortable cuddle I've ever been in, so I was soon fading as well into a contented sleep.
I shared a bed for the first time in my life, worrying about nothing... including the fact that I hadn't called my folks about where I was. How could I worry about anything when I had the other half of my soul curled up in my arms?
Despite the small bed we slept as if dead; well, we were certainly fucked out, so there wasn't much of a choice for us.
Waking up was pleasant and confusing; I don't usually lay on my back much, but there I was, feeling warm and loved, with... my morning hard-on being sucked. My eyes must have snapped open with a loud click as I wildly looked around to see Amy working on me, her eyes watching for me to look at her. Our eyes locked with an almost audible click.
My eyes did stray now and then as she hit an especially sensitive spot and the process of looking back to her face gave me an opportunity to look around. Standing behind Amy was Amanda leaning in the doorway against the wall, silently watching her daughter's progress in waking me up in just about the gentlest way possible.
I'd read about wake-up blow-jobs in various sexy stories I wasn't supposed to be reading; while I'd thought the stories I'd read had been too fantastic I realized I now knew even those I had labeled utter fantasy understated the experience I was... experiencing.
I tried to keep from squirming or pushing my dick deeper into my lover's mouth but I didn't have much control; Amy's hand on my erect organ kept me from penetrating her mouth too deeply before I finally went over the edge, grunting out each time my balls seemed to spasm.
I lay there passive, panting, as my lover licked her lips. I smiled at her. Once I caught my breath I said "Thank you, sweetheart. That has got to be one of the nicest ways I've ever felt to wake up. Now please come up here and give me a kiss, hmmmm?"
After what we'd been through the night before I wasn't about to react to the extra flavor in her kiss, any more than she had reacted to the flavor on my lips after I'd worked her up and over.
All right, so I'm told people can be pretty mellow right after a powerful orgasm. I sure was.
"All right, guys, go pee and take a quick shower. I want to see you both right back here right away. Amy, you've passed your oral exam just like Rick did last night; now it's time for you to both practice fucking."
We marched out, I let her have first dibs to the toilet as I stood there and got the water going and warm for us. While she jumped into the shower I peed and, after putting the seat back down, managed to not flush the toilet.
Washing wasn't much of a chore though it was fun to wash each other's hair; I liked the feel of running my fingers across her scalp. It felt good to have it done to me, too.
Amanda watched as we returned, towels left in the bathroom once we'd gotten "dry enough" and I was directed to lay down on the bed.
"First, Amy, we want to do the female superior or cowgirl position. This is an alternative to waking him up with a blow job, by the way, and adds some spice by making sure he knows exactly what you want. So here, straddle his lap, yes, like that... OK, I want you to use your hand to hold up his cock and guide it into you..."
This was the first time I got to watch the process of penetration and I was spellbound as she slowly slid down, droplets of her vaginal secretions wetting my erection. It was fantastic when her pubic hair met mine.
I moaned. She suddenly squeaked and I felt her spasm inside and knew she's come.
Amy's first real stroke was an eye opener.
Her subsequent strokes were... mind blowing. Our eyes met just before she orgasmed her second time this session before she lay down on my chest. We kissed. Then Amy asked me to roll her over and fuck her brains out.
Well, I wanted to but Amanda stopped us; Amy had to pull off of me (and it was obvious she was reluctant to do so) but then turned around and did the reverse cowgirl, her back to me.
Don't ask me why; I found it attractive. It was also fun, too, as she came again after a set of strokes. She lay back on my chest after coming and I had my arms around her as I kissed her shoulders.
Next I had to get up as Amy got onto hands and knees on the bed... and I pushed into her, getting more happy sounds from her.
I learned that the day before hadn't been a fluke: Amy came fast and she came often. This allowed us to work through a lot of positions since we'd go far enough for her to reach her peak and climax and, with me stopping, we could then switch positions.
By the time we finished with me pumping Amy full of semen on Amanda's bed we'd run through over 15 different positions to have sex and used furniture and all of the other rooms in the house. Both of us standing up at the washing machine was enjoyable, too.
For a girl who hadn't been noticed by boys before, she sure had no problems enjoying sex.
We learned a lot that day as we were coached in all kinds of variations to basic fucking. I paid attention. A lot of attention. So did Amy. During lunch we held hands on and off and smiled happily at each other. Kisses were freely given, too, and we'd see Amanda beam at us.
I really should have been more suspicious but it was like all that Amy and I could dream of happening: to be accepted so positively. The glow of contentment is the only thing that kept reality-- like calling my parents-- from coming to mind during lunch.
So after lunch we were sitting and relaxing, curled up on the couch, talking to Amanda. We were getting lectured on venereal diseases and the value of keeping to as few partners as possible.
We were also given a lot of "theory" on various kinds of sexual/marital relationships which included something called polyamory which, to be honest, made as much sense as 10th grade math first had at the beginning of the year. This time I wasn't sure I wanted to catch on and catch up; Amy seemed like a miracle, all by herself.
Then it was time for more "practical" training about sex.
When Amanda let us know that we were going to try anal sex Amy nodded and said "OK" as I was rebelling. I wasn't ready for it. I also didn't believe it was "right" or respectful enough of my Amy.
And, yes, I'd become quite possessive of Amy.
All right, so I wasn't ready. Looking back I was eased into it by both Amanda and Amy by the simple expedient of teaching me the process of giving Amy an enema. Amy's feedback (and her shakiness with me when purging the contents of her bowels, which had me comforting her with hugs and reminders of my love for her) must have relaxed me a lot.
Earlier, Amanda had brought the subject of anal sex and had dropped it when I first rejected the idea. After the enema, Amy picked the subject back up instead and, well, talked me into trying it. Something about not wanting to waste a good enema.
Amanda, as always, provided coaching. I wonder now how she could know so much.
First, I learned a lot about lubricants. Saliva, so useful in the stories I'd read, wasn't going to be adequate. I learned that petroleum jelly was useful because it wouldn't wash away easily but that same trait was a trouble, too, for cleaning up afterwards.
KY Jelly and even Astroglide were finally brought out and I was carefully coached in the fine art and technique of preparing an anus for penetration.
All right, so I was queasy, so I was as gentle and careful as possible, checking with Amy every step of the way. I didn't realize at the time that they both saw my caring attention to this task as another sign of my love for her. It did seem strange that it didn't seem like as much of a "dirty" part to me as I worked through this exercise.
It was fortunate that Amy wasn't any more a passive partner in this project than for the other opportunities to learn, so I heard all kinds of encouragement from her as my fingers stroked, pressing more and more lubricant into her, rubbing it around and around the rosebud of her anus and feeling the ring of muscle around the sphincter.
Amanda coached me in lubricating myself and I was soon very slowly penetrating my lover's bottom. This was strange and very very weird.
This exercise proved to me that I'm scared of hurting Amy sexually; it was difficult to stay hard despite Amy's telling me she was enjoying this kind of coupling. I managed to work it in and out of her and kept myself hard.
Again, Amanda asked us all kinds of leading questions, just as she had for the oral and regular fucking phases of our education. Before, the answers had been helpful to build up our confidence hearing each other answer things we hadn't thought to ask (or tell) each other but this time, given my extra anxieties, I calmed down and gained comfort in this new (albeit odd) form of sexual contact.
I had had no idea that Amy could feel good with my hard-on in her rectum. I had no idea, I mean really no idea, that she could also reach an orgasm like this. Needless to say she surprised me.
I had a long way to go so I looked over to Amanda and asked "Is it enough for her? Should I stop now? I don't want my wi... girlfriend to feel any pain."
Amanda gave me a big smile before she answered "Try to shoot into her bowels, she should at least feel that."
I shook my head "I think I've got a long way to go."
Amy, however, was paying attention. She stopped panting to growl at me, getting louder with each word, telling me "Ricky, move your cock in my ass! Fuck my ass! Hard! Make me feel it! Show me you want all of me!"
Well, the deciding vote came in; I felt the shiver run up and down my body as I slammed my hips home against her buns fully seating me within her butt.
Amy's orgasmic pattern was no different with anal intercourse than with vaginal; she came fast and often. My comfort increased with every squeak, moan and contraction of her body around me.
Later, as we were carefully washing my member, Amanda asked us "What are the three most important things in anal sex?"
Amy just looked stunned. "It feels different from regular sex but I like it too!"
Owwwww. While it was pleasant enough it was a lot of extra work.
I was in a more flip mood, however, preferring to treat it as a straight line. "I'd say... Lubrication, lubrication and, ummm... lubrication. At least if you don't want to hurt or be hurt."
Amanda laughed out loud. "OK, that's the one I wanted to hear."
"Yeah. Though perhaps a better, less funny, answer, would be love, lust and lubrication. But that applies to any kind of sex, front or rear." I looked to Amy. "Right, Love?"
I got a beaming smile that almost knocked me over.
"All right, you two, I think you've had enough training in sex for today, next comes the work that the sex makes up for. Rick, you two need to work together to make dinner and to run some laundry."
Now I've got practice at the laundry part-- all right, so I had no idea how to fold women's underwear, much less a dress, so I was ready and, with Amy at my side, eager to learn.
Amy and I got into the rhythm of collecting and sorting the laundry into a colored and whites pile. We were naked as we got the first load together and put it into the small washer. Since my underwear in the mix I felt odd and so stopped Amy and kissed her.
I can't explain why putting our dirty clothes together made me feel closer to Amy but... I did. With the detergent loaded and machine started we got guidance from Amanda on tonight's menu.
My parents hadn't exactly taught me anything about cooking. I'd watched but hadn't paid much attention on what was done to make dinner. Admittedly, we didn't have a varied menu in my family. I paid attention and helped Amy with the baked chicken, stuffing and peas.
Dinner went well, after which we swapped the load and started the next load of colored clothes before going back to clean the dishes.
We did this all in the nude. We'd run laundry, cooked, ate, cleaned... and not being dressed didn't disturb us.
It was only while sitting on the couch cuddling when it hit me-- I hadn't spoken to my parents since I'd been picked up by Amanda and Amy on Saturday morning to go to the beach.
I was signaling my anxiety to Amy through our "telepathic" link-- our joined hands-- and she told me to relax and ask her mother.
"Umm... Ms Sanders... have you spoken to my folks? I've forgotten all about talking to them."
She smiled at me, "Yes, I have. And, yes, I know you guys have to go to school in the morning. I told your mom that I was putting you to work, here."
The arm that was around Amy almost convulsed, pulling her closer to me; the hands joined were also spasming out of control. The panic I felt was reflected in Amy's eyes. We didn't want to be separated.
"And, guys... while you were busy washing yourselves I told Rick's mom that I discovered you guys had sex last night. I am not sure they'd be comfortable with you getting the full coursework I've been driving you two in."
We nodded. "I don't want to be away from..." we said in unison, then looked at each other.
"That's why you two will be sleeping tonight at Rick's. You guys need to run the second load through the dryer so you can dress again to run over there. Amy, you need to bring at least one full change of clothes and I want you two to think about dinner here tomorrow; I'll leave you guys a twenty to go to the supermarket to get the ingredients for dinner."
Well, we smiled at each other, kissed, unloaded the dry load of white clothes and moved over the still damp colored load.
Amy and I practiced folding each other's underwear and I had no problem handling Amanda's.
When the second load finished we pulled it out and we gave each other lessons in folding those for each other.
All right, so we paused a lot of times to kiss.
It was when Amanda cleared her throat after we were done with the laundry that we looked over at her chuckling at us.
There was no doubt that we were wondering what she found so funny; she answered the unspoken question "You both could have put on underwear already. I don't think Rick's folks will be comfortable if you're walking around in the nude. Especially through the neighborhood."
Amy started the giggle session and we soon giggled together, hugging each other, scratching each other's backs (I already knew how good that felt!) before we got things together and fished out clothing.
I had to admit I didn't have much laundry. Being naked didn't make much laundry beyond towels and seemed to be "efficient".
So we did something weird: We dressed each other. This was not so much sexually exciting (well, it brought back the realization that we were more "sexually accessible" to each other when nude) as it was an act of affection and acceptance. We took our time to kiss and hug.
We got to my house by 10PM; I was expecting a storm given it was a school night.
Storm? Make that a twister! We got spun all around.
I think that my folks were shook up seeing us walk into the house holding hands. Amy's book back hanging from my shoulder while she carried the gym bag with her next day's clothing could not have helped but signal something my folks might get anxious about.
We were directed to sit on the couch. "All right, you two. I heard that you both went a little bit too far last night. So... how long have you two been having sex?"
This gave us an opportunity to signal each other through our joined hands and confirmed that the truth, up to a point, was the best bet. I also figured that we could shake them up with "too much information". "Since yesterday. We got together at the beach... in the water."
My parents stared at us. My mom said "And you..."
Amy smiled and added "Well, I was pretty sore but I was ready to do it again in the morning. My mom didn't seem too surprised, though. It was good the first time but... WOW. It was great."
My parents visibly recoiled from Amy's enthusiasm. I saw them look at each other then back to us. My mom still looked uncomfortable when she asked "You've never had sex before?"
Both of us answered "No" in unison. We did our own look at each other again before turning to my parents. We continued on "Should we have?"
Amy slid closer to me and I met her in the middle. We used our "secret" communication channel to synchronize; Amy then agreed with me and so we kissed in front of my parents. Their gasp of surprise felt good to me.
"Amy, dear, how did your mother react to discovering that you both, especially since you're both only 15, were having sex?"
Amy's smile would blind anybody. "Well, she wasn't exactly upset and she seemed pretty concerned that we were doing it wrong. So she talked to us about it." Boy, talk about telling the truth...
We got stared at. "How much could there be to sex that you could get it wrong?" my mom asked.
My head turned to Amy and she looked back at me. We shared a shrug and turned back to them "Mom", I said, "I think maybe you and dad need to talk about your own sex lives. I think we've got a good grasp of ours for now. Right, Dear?"
I got a blinding smile from my lover.
"So I think it'll be all right if she sleeps in my room with me" I added. "We'll need to get to bed soon so we can get out for school on time, too."
My mom stared at me. My dad smiled a bit since my mom could not see him; it seemed more of a smirk. Amy and I looked at each other and shared another kiss.
While my mom sat there looking like a deer in the headlights Amy and I got up, went upstairs to my room, got undressed and, before climbing into my twin-sized bed, I re-set my alarm to get us up as half-hour early.
It was late enough that we went to sleep easily and quickly.
Monday morning I woke first, somehow still beating the alarm clock by fifteen minutes. I realized that taking turns to "wake" the other was a good idea, so, without awakening my lover, I moved down, adjusted things slowly, and started working her thighs, mons and vulva.
I owed Amanda for her efforts to educate me in treating Amy right ; I was gentle and I heard her moan, still asleep and felt her stretch in her half-asleep state. She was well on the way to waking up like I had the day before.
All would have gone well if I hadn't been interrupted. My mom woke Amy all the way up with the question: "Ricky! What are you doing to that poor girl?"
I was irritated with my mother but I'd be damned if I didn't finish what I started. Sure, Amy had been jolted away but she was not looking at me, our eyes meeting... and I sucked on her clitoris. It's a good thing that my lover responded so quickly and easily to sexual stimulation.
Amy squeaked, spasmed, head back and shook as her climax took over. I continued, slowly and gently helping her back down from the peak of sexual excitement.
My mother was standing in the doorway with her mouth hanging open. I said "I was trying to wake her up as pleasantly as I could... and you woke her up too quickly." I turned to Amy as her panting slowed "I hoped this would have been a nice way to wake you, sweetheart."
Amy nodded, adding "Thank you, sweetheart. That was a very nice way... now I understand. Mrs. Naughton, my boyfriend, your son, woke me up with cunnilingus; in other words, he licked my genitals. It felt very good and is enjoyable. I'm surprised that you didn't understand right away."
My mother was still hyperventilating; when she was able to speak she said "But that's... wrong! Dirty!"
Amy and I looked at each other, obviously puzzled. While I wasn't expecting my mother (or father, for that matter) to be particularly open, this seemed... stupid. Being that she was my mother, I really couldn't speak... but my other half, Amy, could. "Mrs. Naughton... he loves me enough to choose to give me sexual pleasure that way. Likewise, I've also given him pleasure using my mouth as well; I love him enough to give him that. I think he's worth it and, as much as I sometimes don't think I measure up, he just showed me this morning that he thinks I am worthy of his love." I got a look of sheer contentment from Amy that I knew I had to be echoing it back to her. "So, really, if neither you nor your husband have any sex like that... I guess it does explain Rick's clumsiness his first time this week-end. I don't think I'd want to give it up."
My mother gulped, gathered her thick bathrobe around her (even though the house was really quite warm already) and bolted.
I shared a smirk with my lover before we got up and padded to the bathroom still in the nude. I realized that it would probably have freaked my mother if I had rolled over and shown my sexual organs to her.
We didn't pull any monkey business in the shower being in a bit of a hurry to get out of the house. We again navigated the hallway together in the nude and dressed each other in my room.
My mother had apparently bailed out of the house by the time we got to the kitchen; my dad sat at the table with his coffee and the morning paper. "What'd you do to your mother? She was speechless this morning... and was in a hurry to get to work."
I smiled at my dad; "She interrupted me waking up my wi... lover."
My dad blanched instantly. "You were having sex? In our house?"
Amy smirked and clarified "President Clinton didn't think of oral-genital contact as 'sex', Mr. Naughton. My other half, here, was waking me up through some gentle cunnilingus. A very nice way to wake up, you know."
My father stared at her... then me. He just said "Wow. Sarah has some pretty narrow definitions for 'normal', you know... and that's way out of the ballpark for her. I don't think she'll cope well."
I shrugged. "Maybe she'll be a bit less eager to interrupt us next time." I turned to Amy "Perhaps something a little wilder... like you on top of me?"
"Son... the fact that there was enough light to see means that she'll likely see it as wrong. There are times I would really like to shoot the sunuvabitch that filled her head with all of that crap about propriety."
I shook my head "No, Dad. Shooting is too merciful. Maybe in the middle of the desert? And in the crotch? As well as the knees? We don't want the bullets to be life-threatening so a .22 should do the trick?"
It was good to see my dad tilt his head back and laugh. It had been a long time since I heard such heartfelt laughter from him.
Breakfast was a lot more relaxed after that; Dad didn't pester either of us for details beyond the odd question for Amy: "Are you happy with my son?"
I turned to look as she beamed at me; I couldn't help but smile happily. I think any question of me would have been academic; I was trying to make it obvious how I felt about Amy.
We managed to finish breakfast and made for the door, snagging our book-bags on the way out. Another week before the end of the school year...
Sure, I was looking forward to summer... but I was looking forward to my life far more than I'd ever had before.
Our friends noticed something was up with us but didn't have much of a clue why there were any differences. We both did get pestered at lunch but spent our time sitting holding hands.
After school we went to my house, collected her dirty clothes and a change of clothing for me, our book-bags, and headed down the street to her apartment, where we unloaded and headed back out to the nearest grocery store.
All right, so this wasn't a minor project, since the nearest was a small place (just barely too big to be a "convenience" store) twice as far as the school. We walked.
I discovered that my lover wasn't much more prepared than I was for choosing dinner and shopping for it; we wandered and looked at things and discussed what we liked, what we could figure out how to prepare... and what was available at this little store.
We knew where a larger grocery store was but it would be a much longer walk; it didn't take much for us to realize that we'd need a lot better selection to make something nice for Amanda.
The weather was cooperating so the walk was certainly very pleasant, and in pleasant company. It was almost a pity we hadn't thought to be better prepared and grabbed our bicycles for the runs, but this walk wasn't too great an imposition on our young feet.
A "real" supermarket almost killed us, though, given the huge array of choices we were exposed to. From almost no choices at all to this...
Some ground beef, a box of spaghetti, a big jar of tomato sauce and some change back from the twenty and we were walking our way back to Amy's. Even with the double plastic bags the weight of the sauce was digging into our hands so we had to move the bag from hand to hand like a hot potato. We were quite happy to arrive and get dinner started (frying the ground meat up to make meat sauce became my task as soon as Amy showed me how) while she got the big pot of water ready to go with salt and oil.
Once the sauce was being heated with the meat in the microwave we took the time to get more of their laundry ready to run, starting a load just as Amanda walked in from work.
She looked beat so we did our best to help her stretch out on her recliner in the living room so we could finish with getting dinner ready.
Dinner wasn't all that quiet as we related our day and even asked some advice on how to deal with some of the questions our friends asked us-- and how much detail we could afford to give. I got a gentle lecture that I needed to keep my mouth shut lest some of the less principled boys decide that Amy was willing to put out for everybody.
I growled back "I am not willing to share Amy with anybody . I don't care who they are!"
Amanda tsked me, adding "What if she wanted to try out, say, another boy? You don't own her, you know!"
I felt like I'd been slapped, sliding back in my chair at the table, and looked over at Amy, feeling suddenly lost.
Her face held shock, as if offended that she'd consider ever looking elsewhere and then I saw a thoughtful look. She turned to me "Remember what she told us yesterday? About alternate relationships? My first thought was that I'd never think of trying someone else out but... we'd have to talk. And make sure that neither of us is ever left behind. You understand?"
I understood, all right, but right then I was fixated on Amy to a degree that is hard to explain. She was special to me... and I didn't realize, at the time, how it cut both ways. We were each other's "first" and so we each held the other in a "special" category. I finally nodded, adding "I am very uncomfortable with sharing you or being shared. Just so you understand how much the thought bothers me."
"Well, your dad isn't happy with the woman he's stuck with. He doesn't have much choice, you know, and..."
Amanda's mom smiled. "Rick, your dad and mom aren't getting along?"
I snorted. "Of course they get along; I don't hear them fight, after all, but my mom is a bit... rigid... about sex in general. She apparently had no idea what I was doing when she interrupted my wakeup cunt-lapping this morning. Even when we tried to explain she, well... I don't think she was comfortable. Somehow I don't think sex is something her upbringing had an easy time with."
My cell-phone rang; looking at the window I saw it was from home, so I answered it and found my mom wanting me to come home right away. She wasn't in a bargaining mood, either.
Once the call was over I explained what was going on and Amy chose to head back to my house with me. This decision would exact a price, of course.
Amy and I had just made it into the house when my mother called me into the living room, not realizing that I wasn't alone.
My father sat back, away from my mother; he did not look happy at all. My mother, on the other hand, looked pretty angry; she started asking me where I'd been and whether I'd been fucking "that harlot" again.
This is not a gentle introduction; Amy was known to both of my parents and had been seen around the neighborhood for years. How my mother could...
It's said that testosterone is one reason that men often act stupid. At that moment I didn't have my usual overabundance of testosterone given the activity of the night before, so it was the epithets being hurled at the woman I loved that gave me a dose of the other hormone known to make people act exceptionally stupid: adrenalin.
"Harlot? Are you out of your fucking mind, mom? You've known long enough to know that's not right! She's smart! She's nice! She's beautiful! She loves me! And I love her! And it's not just fucking, I think we make love, instead!"
"I caught you this morning doing perverse things to that... girl ! In my house, of all places! She's ruined you! She's made you a sinner! You're not like your sisters at all!"
A sudden sensation of cold hit me and my anger suddenly had to melt; we were now into one of my mother's religiously inspired "narrow mind" modes. No amount of logic or clear Biblical references could dissuade her from her rather repressive beliefs.
The only amusing spot in this was the was obvious blindness on the part of my mother; my father clearly never told her that both of my sisters were active lesbians. If she'd known (or believed) she wouldn't have held them up as such paragons of virtue. I realized that I had some questions I wanted to ask them.
There was that one sliver of doubt that this wasn't really my mother and that I'd been adopted. Given my mother's current attitude regarding sex, it did seem doubtful that she'd have been able to conceive me (after all, sexual contact is a pre-requisite for conception) or my sisters. All three of us should be evidence that she'd had sex at least three times in her life.
Well, people can change. Change, I'd already noticed, did not necessarily have to be in a "positive" direction.
I knew where this had to lead and I felt that I'd rather be with Amy than my own mother. My father, sitting as far from the action, looked hurt... but not by me. I could tell he was glaring at his wife, my mother.
The next step in escalation was mine. Silence seemed best, so I pulled the cell phone off my belt, turned it off, and laid it on top of the coffee table in front of my mother; after all, I didn't own it. Next, I pulled the house-key from my pocket and placed it next to the phone I'd just put down. I then reached for Amy's hand and led her back out through the kitchen, my mother yelling for me to shove her out the door and get my ass back into the living room.
Now I know that if push came to shove that my mother could call in the cops and have me collected from Amy and Amanda's home, but I was hoping my father would be able to chill her out (or calm down the cops to give us some time to breathe). Yes, this would be seen as unreasonable confidence but my dad, despite being pretty passive, had some limits and I was sure that whole-heartedly agreeing with my mother was not in the cards.
Hey, I was only fifteen. My mother had ground it into me that I owned nothing in the house, not even the clothing in my dresser... or what I was wearing. I wished I had enough money of mine to replace what I was wearing so that I could mail the clothes currently on my back to her.
We left. I held on to Amy, the only person I could trust with my heart at the time. My ability to talk through our hands was hosed but good as I had little twitches going off all over my body; I've learned since that this not unusual when recovering from emotionally traumatic events.
When we arrived I couldn't talk coherently with Amanda about the events at my parent's house, except to say that they may send the police to get me. I had to lie down. Amy told her mother to wait for me to get better before we explained and took me to bed, where we cuddled.
I was still shaky.
It wasn't until later that night that I finally started to cry; Amy's arms held me close and kept me warm, refilling my heart with her love.
We'd changed ourselves, from children to adults, starting by having sex with each other. Now, though, we were learning to be adult.
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