Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 35)
Part: Chapter 35
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Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the 
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Chapter 35


I stayed outside a little. It had rained during the night and the 
air smelled fresh and clean. I breathed deeply and kicked a 
couple of pebbles around. There were so many thoughts running 
through my mind. Daddy taking Sarah on trips, buying her sexy 
clothes and fucking her passionately, Mom being so intimate with 
Sarah, my parents making Sarah pretend to be me, me suddenly 
having a boyfriend, having Jennifer as a new friend but having to 
protect her secret, being able to talk openly with Mom and Daddy 
...

I had found out so much and a lot had happened to me during the 
last few days. It seemed my list of things to digest was endless. 
I had wanted to be included and know about all those friggin 
secrets, but now I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could 
chew. There had been a different world right under my eyes and I 
had not been allowed to see it. I looked at our house and at the 
garden around it, all that was still the same. But I had a 
feeling that I had been thrown into a different universe.

I walked back into the house to the entrance of our family room. 
Doris and Mom both had a cup of coffee in their hands and were 
sipping it from time to time. They hadn’t noticed me as they 
continued their conversation.

“... didn’t know if I could make it home, my tears were running 
freely, I almost had to pull over,” Mom said. She wasn’t too 
happy. “Why on earth did you have to tell her what we did in 
college? Was that really necessary?”

“Wouldn't have been if you had talked to your daughter,” Doris 
rather testily replied. It was the first time I had ever heard 
them being less than friendly with each other.

“But did that change anything?” Mom asked her.

“You didn't see your daughter in the Rayner's backyard,” Doris 
replied defensively. “She got thrown into the scene. She was 
around naked people who had been nudists for some time. She 
looked like a lost puppy with no friend in the world.”

“That's not what I heard. She had a ball,” Mom strongly objected.

“She got balled alright, but you and Colleen kept so much from 
her that she was determined to find out what was going on, no 
matter what. And when she talked to Maggie Sunday morning after 
Bradley and I had left, she didn’t get any straight answers 
either. So she was extremely pissed off and upset.”

It was upsetting me hearing the two of them like that. I decided 
it was time for me to do something.

“Doris is right, Mom,” I softly said, still standing in the 
entrance of the family room.”

“Melissa ...” Mom started to say.

I interrupted her, “She wasn’t trying to hurt you or anything by 
telling me what you had done in college. She was trying to get us 
to be closer to each other. And it did work.”

Mom looked as freaked out as she did the day before. I walked 
over and sat by her.

“That day, when she told me about you and her doing porn, I was 
freaking out about you and Daddy, and the things you were hiding 
from me ... specially the stuff about Sarah. Nobody was talking 
to me. Everybody tried to deceive me. That’s why I got so mad.”

Mom looked confused. She obviously didn’t know all about that 
Sunday morning.

“If Doris hadn’t talked me down off of that ladder and taken me 
to her house to speak to me, things would’ve gotten really ugly 
that morning between all of us.”

“What ladder?” Mom asked looking at me. She turned to Doris, 
“What is she talking about?”

I turned to Doris, wondering if I had just gotten my butt in 
trouble, and asked, “You didn’t tell her what I did that 
morning?”

“Other than sneaking home? No. But I think you’re going to have 
to now,” she sympathetically smiled. I was glad she hadn’t ratted 
me out. I had been almost on the roof when she had stopped me.

“What were you doing with a ladder, young lady?”

I cringed at the way she asked me. She was in full Mom mode.

I took a deep breath, and said, “I snuck away from the Rayners 
early that Sunday morning to come back here to confront you and 
Daddy with Sarah.”

“I knew that, but what does that have to do with a ladder ...” 
she said before pausing. It dawned on her just what I had tried 
to do. “Melissa, you could’ve broken your neck!”

I squeamishly shrugged. “The house was locked up and I didn’t 
have my key with me.”

Mom sighed deeply, shaking her head in frustration. “It’s a 
wonder you’ve lived to be thirteen.”

“What can I say, Mom. I’m stubborn.”

She groaned, but put her arm around me, pulling me to her so she 
could kiss my forehead.

Doris said, “You see what I mean. Melissa was almost on the roof 
already. Luckily Maggie called me quick enough and I caught her 
that morning before things became a real mess or she got hurt. 
After that, I felt I had to do something drastic before your 
situation became even worse.”

Doris and Mom sipped some coffee. Doris then spoke softly, “With 
so many people either hiding things from her or deceiving her, 
how was I to get her to trust me? I did have to tell her some 
major secret about you, Andrea.”

Mom took a deep breath and sighed. She then asked, “Who wants to 
tell me what all happened that morning?”

Doris and I both took turns filling her in with the details. Mom 
was amused at our antics on the back steps and on the drive over 
to the Thomas’s house. I explained just how I felt when Doris 
told me about the porn movies.

I looked at Mom, “I know you were scared that you would lose my 
respect. I guess most daughters would be mortified to find out 
their mom had done the things you did. I already admitted I was 
shocked at first, but it didn’t change the way I felt about you. 
I got over the shock really quickly. Just ask your friend.” 

I then looked over at Doris, smiling at her. Doris smiled 
supportively at Mom. “She did. And we watched several of mine and 
your movies.”

Mom sighed sullenly. She realized her good friend had done what 
she felt had to be done. And as far as I was concerned, it had 
worked! I think Doris understood Mom was also unsettled about the 
things I had tried that morning. Because we hadn’t been 
communicating, I had done some seriously stupid things. And it 
took someone I had spent little time with before that weekend to 
get me to at least try to break down the wall between Mom and me, 
to break it down before more damage was done.

She reached for Mom’s hand, “You both have done a great job in a 
short amount of time to become much closer. I’m just glad I could 
help facilitate it. But you both get all the credit for making it 
happen.”

They both squeezed each other’s hand.

Mom said to Doris, “You seem to have gotten very close to my 
daughter as well. She’s lucky to have a friend like you in her 
life.”

“She’s an amazing girl. When I’m around her, I almost want to be 
thirteen again,” she said. Doris then stressed, “Almost.” Mom 
snorted. 

Doris then said to her, “It’s a different world for them today 
compared to when we were teens. I’ve enjoyed spending time with 
Mel, and teaching her some things about life as you and I knew 
it.”

Mom stated, “I’m sure Melissa has benefited from your talents as 
well.”

“Come on, Andrea, don’t make fun of it. Besides, your daughter 
was very talented already,” Doris added, grinning. “Colleen and 
Maggie can be thanked for that. Plus, I think she had a good bit 
of practice from two of her best young friends. And I wonder 
where one of them got her practice.”

Mom blushed as they both looked at me. I blushed, too, pursing my 
lips.

We sat together quietly for a short time. I looked between the 
two friends. I felt bad I had been the cause of the stress 
between them.

I said apologizing, “I’m sorry I caused you both so many problems 
.... and I hope I haven’t hurt your friendship.”

Mom replied, “You haven’t hurt a thing, sweetie. Through 
everything that’s happened, I rediscovered just how much I 
treasure having Doris as a best friend.”

I started smiling as I said, “I think you two are the ... bees’ 
knees.”

Doris snorted a quick laugh. Mom smiled as she looked between the 
two of us.

Mom asked, “Are you polluting my daughter with your silly old 
sayings?”

“Just a few ...” Doris replied, shrugging. “Blame my own mom for 
polluting me!”

“I guess worse things could happen to her,” Mom joked, getting a 
feigned indignant look from her friend.

“You know, Andrea, I had faith in both of you to figure things 
out. I knew Mel could handle what I told her. If anything, she’s 
jealous that you got to do those things.”

“That’s what terrifies me,” Mom said, with a pained expression.

“Well, Mom, it’s in your best interest to be my mentor then. I 
mean, Doris can’t pick me off roofs or ladders all the time.” I 
grinned big time.

Mom chuckled, “You don’t really want me watching you all the 
time, do you?”

“Uhhh ...”

“Too late, sister,” Mom stated, smiling smugly.

Well, it was sorta what I wanted. Be careful what you ask for, 
someone once told me. After a quiet moment, I asked, “Mom, what 
if I told you I wanted to be a porn actress during the summers 
when I go to college?”

Mom sighed deeply and looked down. I think she understood better 
than anyone that I wasn’t just asking a silly question, that it 
wasn’t a playful joke. She knew if the opportunity were there for 
me when I went to college that I would very likely seriously 
consider doing porn.

“Honey, I love you so much. I hope you’ll make better choices 
than I did.”

“Do you regret what you did?”

She looked away, lost in thought for a long moment. “I was lucky. 
It worked out okay for me. I had a great friend with me,” she 
said, reaching over to squeeze Doris’ hand. “We had someone who 
looked out for us, and kept us from letting things spiral out of 
control.”

She paused for a second. “A lot of girls get into porn hoping to 
make a lot of money. Most don’t. Most aren’t even mentally 
prepared for what they will go through. You literally become a 
sex object to be exploited by producers and directors to make the 
most money they can. The girls that show the best potential for 
making money long-term get taken care of better. The rest are 
basically used and discarded. There are plenty of girls to step 
in to take their place. Many girls only do it once and quit 
because they can’t handle it. Others lose themselves as they keep 
pushing the limits hoping they’ll make it big. But as I said, 
only a handful of girls have the potential to go beyond a few 
years.”

She sipped some more coffee before continuing. “Doris and I did 
it for three summers. She was ready to give it up after she 
graduated. I got hooked on it, especially the money. I was 
seriously thinking of doing it full-time for as long as I could. 
But then I met your father. I fell in love. Deeply, like I had 
never been in love before. My priorities dramatically changed. In 
hindsight, I was one of the lucky ones that had some real success 
doing porn, but was able to walk away before it devoured me.”

She took a deep breath. “And also in hindsight I have to say that 
meeting your father was the best thing that happened to me.”

“Did Daddy ask you to stop doing porn?”

“No, sweetie, he never had to. I knew it was either him or porn. 
It was an easy choice that I’ve never regretted.”

“So sweet,” I stated. “Did you have any serious boyfriends before 
Daddy?”

“My boyfriends rarely lasted beyond a month or two. I was too 
busy enjoying the wild things I was into during my teen years and 
while in college. I told you before that I was having sex with a 
lot of people, and with some of them I shouldn’t have. Guys, 
especially teens, generally aren’t wired for sharing their 
girlfriend with others.”

“I guess I’m lucky to have Peter,” I replied.

“You are, but you also have boundaries that you haven’t pushed 
too hard against yet. You have had sex with people that I trust. 
Because of that, you’re far from the girl I was at your age.”

“Because Grandma didn’t set boundaries for you?”

“For the most part, no. But I don’t blame her ... or Granddad 
either. Neither of them understood or comprehended what I was 
capable of.”

“Does Daddy understand me?”

“He understands you through me. It’s why he’s yielded to me when 
it comes to your involvement with sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“He trusts my judgment. If I think it’s too soon to expose you to 
something, based on how I think you would react, then he trusts 
me. He knows you’ll push things for the thrill of it ... just 
like I used to do at your age.”

“Is that why you didn’t want me at the orgy?”

She nodded. “That was one of several reasons. I already explained 
the age limit, that your father wasn’t with me, and that I didn’t 
know everybody there. But also I didn’t think you were ready for 
that. Sweetie, so much has happened so fast for you. You’d been 
experimenting with Sarah, Colleen, Bob, Pam, and Jamie since last 
summer until this past month. Your experimentation exploded after 
you went on the pill. You might not have gone out looking for a 
lot of it, but you didn’t exactly shy away either. Much of the 
time, you joined right in with little hesitation.”

She was spot on with that.

“If I had let you start having sex in orgies with people you 
didn’t actually know, I wasn’t sure I could keep you from letting 
it get out of hand. Look what happened with the Pervitts. You 
were flirting with Tom, and within a day’s time you were having 
sex with him and his wife without me knowing what was going on. I 
know I can’t control everything that might present itself to you, 
but I’ll do what I can.”

“Mom, you make it sound like I’m some nympho slut that will fuck 
anyone,” I said, feeling a little insulted.

“Not anyone, but more than most girls would. Honey, I’m not 
trying to insult you. You are who you are. I know who I am, and I 
see myself in you. You could easily be my clone or twin sister. 
If I’m insulting you, I’m insulting myself as well.” Mom looked 
at Doris, “We both see it in you, and Doris didn’t even know me 
at your age.”

“Okay. So. I’m a slut.”

“Oh, Mel, cut that out. You’re a beautiful young girl that isn’t 
hung up about sex. I don’t have a concern with that. What does 
concern me is that you’re too daring and impulsive. People will 
take advantage of that, especially adults who understand that but 
don’t care about you.”

Mom grabbed me and pulled me to her tightly. “Yes, you’re a very 
precocious girl who enjoys sex. It’s my job to see that you don’t 
get hurt.”

“So, it’s cool that I’m a slut?”

“Does being a slut have to be a bad thing?”

“Around my friends at school, it is.”

“Then you understand that with being a slut comes great 
responsibility,” Mom said.

It was a sobering thought.

Mom held me to her for the longest time. Doris kept watching us.

“Mel, your next three to four years are gonna be very important 
to you. You’re going to learn a lot about life, much more than 
other girls. I’ll be here for you. I hope you’ll feel like you 
can discuss anything with me,” she said. “I have watched out for 
you in the past and I will try to as long as I can. But when you 
graduate from high school and go to college, you’re going to face 
a lot of temptations. You technically will be an adult with adult 
responsibilities. But your father and I will always be there for 
you to talk to, ask for advice, or help you when you crash.”

She took a deep breath. “But it also means you will have to make 
decisions concerning what you do with your life. If you want to 
do something like porn or prostitution, I hope that you will talk 
to me beforehand. And I will do my best to make sure you 
understand what you are getting yourself into. But it will be 
your choice.”

Doris suddenly got up. Very softly she said, “I think I’ll leave 
you two alone to talk.”

“Don’t go,” I earnestly said.

Mom slipped away from me and stopped Doris by taking her hand. 
“You don’t have to leave.”

I had never seen Doris look the way she did. She looked very 
vulnerable. Not like when she was concerned about me when I 
discovered her and Pastor Thomas at the Rayners. This time she 
looked like she was about to cry.

Mom pulled her down and motioned for me to sit on the other side 
of Doris.

“Is this about ...?” Mom asked. I had no clue what she was asking 
her. Doris seemed to understand though, and nodded.

“What’s going on?” I anxiously asked, looking between the two of 
them.

Mom replied, “Melissa, let us have some time alone right now.”

I slowly stood up and took a step toward the door. Doris quickly 
reached out and grabbed my hand. “She can stay, Andrea. She 
knows.”

I stood there still puzzled what they were referring to. 

Doris forced a smile, which I quickly figured was for my benefit 
so I would calm down.

She then said, “Mel, my job here is done.”

“Your job?”

“You and your mother. I was determined to get you two talking, 
actually being a mother and daughter.”

Oh shit. I realized what was going on. “This is about you not 
being able to have kids, isn’t it?”

She nodded. “I’m sorry I’m acting like this ...” she said, now 
fighting back tears.

Gawd it had to suck not being able to have kids. It’s something I 
had never really thought about, and just took for granted. It can 
really suck to be an adult sometimes. Maybe I should stay 
thirteen forever.

Mom said to her, “You have nothing to be sorry about.” She pulled 
Doris to her, trying to be a best friend.

I sat back down beside Doris. “Remember when I asked you why you 
couldn’t be my mother? I think it would be neat to have two 
mothers. Your job here isn’t done yet by a long shot.”

I then snickered, “And Mom probably would be glad to rent me out 
to you really cheap from time to time.”

I knew I was taking a chance at joking about it. Fortunately for 
me, they both chuckled. “She’d probably give you money to take me 
for a few months.”

Doris put her arm around me, “If I had a daughter, I’d wish she 
would be just like you.”

“Seriously?” I very skeptically asked, cocking my head with my 
eyebrows raised.

“Yes, seriously. You are all kinds of fun.”

“You realize I’m prone to climb ladders to break into houses, 
climb up dilapidated fire towers, and ...” I paused, looking at 
Mom. “... other stuff that I best not mention right now with Mom 
in the room.”

They both smirked at me. I tried to act innocent of anything else 
majorly bad, but they weren’t buying it.

Doris replied, “I’d pay top dollar for you.”

I looked over at Mom and acted all smug and shit.

Mom added, “I think I could use a break from time to time. So, 
anytime you want to take her for a day or month, just let me 
know.”

I snarled and stuck my tongue out at her, which just got me the 
same in return.

Doris looked at Mom, “You’re doing a terrific job with her. And 
if she ever decided to be a porn actress, I bet you’d be right 
there with her making sure she didn’t get hurt.”

I responded, “I’ve decided I don’t want to be an actress.”

“Yeah?” they both asked in unison.

“Well, I’ve already starred in enough porn home videos. So, I’d 
rather try being a director.”

Doris quickly replied, “Honey, you can’t just decide to be a 
director. Most of them had been doing porn for years beforehand.”

“Well, if I can’t be a director, I’ll be a pole dancer,” I 
stated, wondering if one of them would admit to already doing 
that.

“A pole dancer, huh?” Mom asked.

“I’ve got a dancer’s body,” I replied, standing up and twirling 
around silly-like.

“Sweetie, pole dancers don’t dance like that,” Doris replied.

“So, you guys can take me to some strip clubs so I can learn.”

“Well, we’ve got about five years before we’ll have to worry 
about that,” Mom said to Doris. I was amazed that she so easily 
underestimated me like that, but Doris was back in a good mood. 
So I wasn’t going to complain.

“How about this instead,” Doris said. “If you really want to try 
directing, we’ll work on a screenplay together, and then we’ll do 
a movie.”

“Seriously?!” I excitedly asked.

“Uh oh,” Mom groaned, shaking her head, while Doris nodded.

“So cool!” I stated, grinning.

“Doris, you’re creating a monster,” Mom wryly said.

I just gave her a wide grin in response.

Mom shook her head and stated, “If you do that, then I get free 
lap dances when you become a stripper.”

She was trying to shock me. It did a little, but the idea was ... 
intriguing.

“And red carpet treatment at all of your movie premieres,” Doris 
joined in.

“Anything for my adoring fans,” I elegantly said.

“See, Doris? A monster.” I just smiled sweetly.

“At least she isn’t talking about being a call girl.”

“I think I could scare her away from that with just a few 
stories,” Mom said, and snickered at Doris.

I bounced up and down between them. “I love stories! Tell me 
one.”

Mom leaned close to me. She had a devious look on her face as she 
said, “Ask her about the guys peeing on her.”

My eyes went wide as I looked at Mom, and smiled. She had hinted 
that Doris had done something like that.

“Uh ... Doris?” I said, smiling sweetly while turning to her.

Doris looked at Mom like she wanted to pee on her. She was more 
embarrassed than mad though.

“Andrea, I could’ve gone the rest of my life without ever telling 
this to anyone else.”

Mom grinned. “So could I about my past ... But ...”

I could tell Doris really didn’t want to tell me. It must have 
been seriously gross. Mom noticed the same as well.

“You don’t have to ...” Mom said before Doris interrupted her.

“No, Andrea. You get your revenge. And you’ve been more than open 
with Melissa just like I wanted. It would be hypocritical of me 
if I don’t do the same.”

I was keeping my mouth shut. I soooo wanted to hear this story! 

A very embarrassed Doris explained about this one guy who liked 
to hire her to do watersports, which was just a nicer way of 
saying ‘someone pissing on someone else’ for a sexual thrill.

She elaborated on what it involved.

“Basically, the guy wanted me to sit in the middle of a playroom 
on a big piece of plastic while he and a few friends pissed all 
over me. They’d want me to hold my mouth open so their pee would 
go inside, but I did my best not to swallow. It was impossible to 
completely avoid though.”

“You didn’t blow chow?” I asked, totally shocked she would let 
someone pee in her mouth like that!

“Blow chow?” she asked me.

“You know ... puke, barf, hurl.”

“You’re nothing if not colorful, Mel.”

I wasn’t sure if I was being insulted or not, but I let it go.

She then answered the question, “No, I didn’t ‘toss my cookies’.” 

“Nice one,” I grinned. “I’ll have to remember it.” Mom snorted, 
while Doris shook her head smiling.

Doris continued, “Anyway ... the guys would sit around naked, 
constantly drinking a lot of water so they could keep their 
juices flowing. One of them seemed to always be pissing on me 
though. Some got off on pissing into my spread open pussy. Most 
others just got off peeing on my face and tits. I got cold after 
a while from sitting in all that piss.”

“Are you into that kinda thing?”

“It’s a kinky thing to do ... sometimes.”

“You still do it?!”

“Not often,” she replied, and then demurely smiled.

“Fuck me,” I breathlessly whined. I never thought anyone would 
get off on having something like that done to them!

“It’s not for everyone, sweetie. And it’s not something I’ll get 
involved in except maybe once every few years or so.”

“You’d let me pee on you?” I asked, not sure if I really wanted 
an answer though.

“Not if you’re going to be grossed out about it.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry that I’m being insulting.”

“Oh, Mel. You’re acting just like anyone would the first time 
they hear about it. It’s obviously something most people would 
not do.”

“I guess it could be kinda wicked to do ... if the pee didn’t 
smell too strong.”

“Hey, Andrea! I think she might be getting interested!”

“And this surprises you ... why?” Mom asked Doris, smirking.

“Are you sure you’ve never had anyone piss on you, Mom?”

“No,” she bluntly said.

“Pussy,” I told her. Doris laughed.

Doris explained that she did this twice while hooking before 
stopping. The money was great. She was paid $2,000 for a doing a 
group session for two hours. That kind of money sure made me 
wonder if I might want to do it. They say everyone has a price!

“There’s something I do want to show you, so let’s go to my 
bedroom ...” Mom stated, getting up. We went upstairs and sat on 
the bed.

“Hey, we are nudists, aren’t we?” Doris exclaimed. “So let’s get 
undressed.”

We quickly jumped out of our clothes.

Mom went into her closet. She then reached up on the top shelf 
and opened an old hat box that once had belonged to my great 
grandmother, taking a key out. I would have never thought to look 
for something like the key in there. We were told if we damaged 
the hat that we would be killed in a horrifically slow way, and 
then we would be grounded to our rooms forever except for one 
meal a day. Of course that was impossible, but Mom might have 
found a way. In hindsight, it was the perfect threat to keep us 
from ever looking for a key in it.

She turned back toward me, “Now that you know where I keep the 
key. Promise it will stay a secret.”

“I promise, but who all knows where you hide it?”

“Your father, Colleen, and Doris.”

“Sarah?”

“No, and don’t you tell her.”

“Jamie?”

“Nuh uh,” shaking her head. “Same goes with him.”

“So cool,” I said, smiling.

“I thought you’d think like that,” she replied, grinning.

Mom pulled out a video from one of the pissing sessions. The 
client had filmed some of it, and given Doris a fifteen minute 
‘highlight’ version. She had made a copy for Mom. None of the 
faces of the men present were shown, but Doris’ was.

I stared intently as this half-hard cock started whizzing into 
Doris’ face. Another one took its place moments after the first 
guy finished, which took some time. He pissed a gallon it seemed 
like, some of it going in Doris’ mouth when she would open it 
slightly.

Before long, her face, hair and the rest of her body was wet with 
piss. I thought I was going to gag when this one man stepped 
right up to her face, and with his prick just inches away from 
her open mouth, filled it with pee for almost a minute. It was 
pretty much all draining out of her mouth.

I guess she was able to shut off the back of her mouth well 
enough that it wasn’t going down her throat. Occasionally she 
would blow it out of her mouth like she had just gotten her head 
above the water in a pool. But there was no way she wasn’t 
swallowing at least some of it after he stopped. Doris explained 
to us that she had been told to avoid spitting it out in a crude 
way. She was to pretend she had no problem with any of it.

Discovering that the sessions were being recorded, and that the 
videos were possibly floating around spooked her into not doing 
it anymore. She mentioned it to Heather who told her she would 
take care of it, and she didn’t have to do it again.

By then, I had had enough of watching it ... and even talking 
about it. I was now like Mom. There was no way I was ever going 
to do it.

Fortunately, Doris changed the subject to something that put the 
spotlight back on Mom.

“Remember the orgy we went to when we had been hooking only for a 
few weeks?” Doris asked her.

“Yeah, the one with those company big wigs and that fat assed 
politician. Oh, my God! He was such a slob! He was so drunk. He 
almost didn’t get it up. And then he took forever cumming.”

“You shouldn’t be so hard on the Senator. He sure took a special 
liking to you.” Doris playfully reminded her.

“Yeah, and I had to do all the work on him to get him hard enough 
to fuck me.”

“It looked like a labor of love to me,” Doris joked, laughing as 
Mom pounced on her. They got into some serious make-out kissing. 
Their hands were freely roaming over the other’s body. I got 
seriously turned on seeing those two friends making out in front 
of me. After a couple of minutes they fell apart lying on their 
sides facing each other, their faces flushed.

“He was calling you ‘sweet pea’ and ‘dolly’,” Doris said, 
suppressing a laugh.

Mom just fell over on her back, and said, “I sure earned my money 
that night.” They both giggled. Mom lifted her head to see me 
trying to suppress a laugh, which wasn’t working.

“Your day of reckoning is coming, Melissa Livingston,” she warned 
me, but she wasn’t mad at me. I knew she would find a way to 
playfully embarrass me at some point with something.

“You had it easy that night, Doris,” Mom told her friend.

“Oh yeah, sure. I got fucked raw by all those other guys.”

“Oh boo fucking hoo,” Mom sarcastically replied.

After the two ladies sat back up and smiled at each other as only 
two close friends can, Mom then said to me, “So, you can see that 
the life of a prostitute is often not very glamorous, even for 
the expensive ones.”

Doris added, “And neither is being a porn actress.”

“Yeah?” I inquisitively asked.

“Well, for instance,” Doris began. “The polished movies that 
people rent or buy are often the result of a lot of editing.”

“I’m sure always giving the right angle and stuff can be hard,” I 
noted.

“It’s not just that, honey. Sex is rarely a graceful thing to 
begin with. Just getting into position can lead to some 
unfortunate events.”

“Like what?”

“Like an actress leaning over so an actor can rim her ... and 
just as the filming begins, she can’t hold back a fart.”

“No way!” I exclaimed, leaving my mouth hanging open. “Did you do 
that?”

“Not me, but a well-known actress during that time did as I 
waited to later join them in a threesome.”

“Oh .... my Gawd,” I muttered.

“Diet becomes a big thing when you’re performing like that on 
camera. You have to remember you’ve got a waste disposal facility 
and playground utilizing the same property,” Doris stated.

“I’d be totally humiliated!”

“The actor sure wasn’t happy about it. In fact, he cussed her 
out.”

“Did that happen with either of you?” I asked.

“Fortunately, not. Pussy farts not included,” Mom grinned.

My mouth hung open listening to the two of them.

Doris added, “There was this one time your mother was making all 
kinds of pussy farts. It had everyone on the set doubled-over 
laughing at one point.”

“The guy was letting too much air get up in me with his strokes!” 
Mom defended herself.

Doris then said, “Remember the actor who brought his chihuahua to 
the house where part of the video was being shot? And the dog 
wouldn’t let anyone hold it during the shooting?”

Mom replied, “Yeah, and the director wasn’t happy when it started 
barking and tried to jump up on the couch with the actor and me 
in the middle of a money shot.”

I bit my lip as I continued to just lie there staring while the 
two of them reminisced.

Finally Mom said to Doris, “I think she’s enjoying this too 
much.”

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded. “I’m seriously learning how unglamorous 
being a porn actress can be,” I stated, trying not to giggle.

“Uh huh,” Mom said, rolling her eyes. But they kept right on ... 
each of them taking turns.

“Then you have some bizarre things that you just don’t expect,” 
Mom started. “Like this one guy who shot like a pint of cum with 
his first spurt directly into the back of the mouth of this 
actress. She was coughing and gagging through the rest of the 
scene.”

Doris added, “Remember that time when that actress was deep 
throating, and the guy came so much that semen actually drained 
out of her nose! She couldn’t easily pull away because another 
guy was fucking her from behind.”

I scrunched my nose at that. I had had milk come through my nose 
once. It wasn’t fun at all.

Mom added, “Or the time the guy was supposed to blow his load on 
an actress’s face, and his first spurt when right up into her 
nostril?”

“I think she was blowing cum out of her nose the rest of the 
day!” Doris replied, both of them laughing.

“And then you have the mishaps with the props,” Mom said. 
“Remember the couple that were fucking on this table, and it 
broke, collapsing to the floor? The director just told them to 
keep fucking and ignore it.”

Doris then said, “And then you have some of the most awkward 
positions that just weren’t thought out at all.”

“Yeah, like the actress who could lie on the floor on her back 
and then raise her hips up doing a bridge? She was up in the air 
where the actor could supposedly just step up to her and fuck 
her, but because he was so tall, the height difference made him 
look ridiculous when he tried to get lined up to her.”

I was giggling right along with both of them. It was clear they 
had experienced so much together that they were forever bonded 
together.

I asked, “Did something like that ever happen to you guys when 
you were in a movie together.”

Mom replied, “We were both supposed to give this guy oral at the 
same time. We were supposed to be competing for the actor’s cock, 
and we bumped our heads together really hard as we both tried to 
go down on him.”

Doris said to me, “I had a headache the rest of the day. Your Mom 
is just as hard-headed as you.”

Mom and I both stuck our tongues out at her at the same time. But 
we were all laughing.

I then asked, “What was the hardest thing about acting?”

“Learning to take facials,” they both replied together.

“Huh?”

“No one has cum in your face yet?” Mom asked. It was the oddest 
question a mother probably has ever asked her daughter, I 
thought.

“No. I’d rather they cum in my mouth,” I replied.

“In porn, facials are a big thing. It’s usually the way most 
money shots are done. Unfortunately, most people will naturally 
jerk their faces away when something splashes into it.”

“So, how do you get over it?” I asked.

“Uncle Harry gave each of us a small squirt gun and told us to 
practice with it until we got it down.”

“That is too wild,” I replied.

“I don’t know if other actresses use a method like that, but 
Uncle Harry learned it was a quick way to get a new actress used 
to getting cum spurted in her face.”

“It’s too bad they don’t have a bloopers movie or something,” I 
said.

“I believe there are some of those out there. If they can make 
money, they’ll sell it,” Mom stated.

“I’d seriously like to see some more of the movies you guys were 
in,” I said, giving them my best pleading look, hoping they would 
feel comfortable showing me some.

“I said yesterday afternoon that I would let you watch them,” Mom 
reminded me. We’ll watch a couple now and find time to watch more 
later.”

Mom pulled out some of her porn videos in their boxes with Cara 
Cream and Missy Swank, and put them on the bed so all three of us 
could see them. They both briefly told me what they did in each 
of them. Mom told me we could watch a few together whenever we 
got together like this. Both Doris and I really liked that idea. 
More than anything else I liked the idea that Mom was proposing 
we do it together.

Mom reached for a few more, with one of them immediately catching 
her attention.

“Oh, yeah. Let me show you a scene from this one right now,” Mom 
eagerly stated.

She put the cassette in, “Your father and I have been wanting to 
get all my movies on DVDs.”

I almost giggled remembering Doris saying the same thing before. 
Both of them obviously had fond memories of that time in their 
lives, and wanted to share them with me now.

“Here, look at this ...” Mom said, as she hit play. The scene 
showed several girls being masturbated by other girls, one of 
them being Mom.

“Watch this now ...” she excitedly said as the girl Mom had been 
rubbing off began squirting like crazy. It was going everywhere, 
some of it even getting on the camera lens. She saw my wide-eyed 
expression and half laughed.

“Is she peeing?”

Doris immediately said, “Trust me. It’s not pee.” 

Mom laughed at her friend, and then told me, “She’s squirting. I 
told you I’d show you that.”

“I thought you were just joking around! Gawd!” I exclaimed in 
amazement. “It looks like she is peeing.”

I watched a little longer as the same girl started squirting 
again, and Mom caught some in her mouth.

“Holy shit, Mom!”

“It’s not shit either,” she grinned again, causing Doris to laugh 
this time.

“Ha ha,” I sarcastically replied. “What does it taste like 
though?”

“It doesn’t have much of a taste,” Mom answered. Doris agreed 
with her. 

“Do you know anyone who can squirt?” I asked.

“Doris and I know a few women who can. They don’t squirt nearly 
as much as the girl in the video though. I very rarely see them 
though. Why? Are you interested in seeing it in person?”

“It would be wild to see.”

“Maybe taste it too?” Mom asked, with an almost daring 
expression.

I looked cautiously at her. Then I sorta shrugged. “Maybe.”

She just smiled knowingly at me. I didn’t know if it would ever 
happen, but to be talking and scheming about it with Mom was 
beyond awesome. I reached for her hand and held it as we watched 
another squirting scene.

“Mom?”

“What, baby girl?”

“I’m glad you did all that stuff.”

She looked at me curiously.

“Seriously,” I insisted. “I have the coolest Mom ever.”

“Because I was a prostitute and did porn?” she incredulously 
asked.

“Look at us, Mom. How many girls would kill to be this close with 
their mothers?”

“Most would disown their mother if they’d done what I did.”

“Most girls are silly, too.”

“And you’re not?” she retorted, chuckling. I pounced on her, 
tickling her sides. When she stopped laughing, she looked at me 
kinda expectantly. I knew what she wanted and I wanted it too. I 
moved over her and kissed her softly on her lips. We weren’t 
really making out, but we let our tongues meet and play with each 
other. I was sure she was horny, because I sure was. Doris 
caressed both Mom and me. It was a very tender moment.

We sat up again and Mom looked at me, searching for what I felt. 
I didn’t know what to say, so I just snuggled up to her.

“There’s another scene I want to show you, baby girl ... if I can 
find it,” Mom said as she went back into the closet, looking like 
she couldn’t remember exactly what tape had the thing she wanted 
to show me.

After looking for a few minutes, she held it up in the air.

“Here it is,” she announced, walking out of the closet. She 
showed it to Doris.

“You’re gonna love this one, Mel,” she stated, grinning at me and 
Mom.

Mom changed the tapes and pressed play with the remote. She let 
the beginning play just long enough for me to see what the movie 
was about, and who all was in it.

“The Meyers and you in an incest movie?” Was he your father?”

“Uh huh,” Mom replied. “And Daddy sure had an interest in his 
little girl. So did Mom!” 

She was trying to be outrageous with me, to shock me. I loved it! 
I was really long passed being easily shocked though.

She fast forwarded to a scene with her watching her daddy, John, 
have sex with the wife of another man ... who was also in the 
room fucking Erica who was playing her mother.

“Mr. Meyer looks so much younger in that video,” I noted.

Mom replied, “It was about eighteen years ago.”

“Why did they put that grey in his hair? It looks kinda silly.”

“It was to try to age him some,” she answered.

Then the woman John had been fucking took Mom’s hand and had her 
take her place with John, her father. He teased her with his huge 
cock for a short time before he pushed it slowly inside her 
pussy. The dialogue going back and forth between them was kinda 
hot. They were both seriously into their roles. I was mostly 
mesmerized by that long thick piece of meat fucking the girl that 
would later give birth to me.

Mom interrupted my thoughts, “Is that close to what you saw 
Saturday night?”

“Sorta, but you both looked even more into it than in the movie.”

“We didn’t have speaking parts Saturday night.”

“The role playing is really hot though.”

“Thanks, honey. The director thought so as well. We were even 
nominated for an award for this movie.”

“Did you win?” I very curiously asked.

“Nope. We were robbed,” Mom said, softly laughing.

Doris added, “They really deserved it. The ones who did win 
deserved it too, but this scene was incredibly erotic. All of 
them were outstanding in their roles. John was very convincing at 
fucking his sexy teen daughter lovingly with his huge dick.”

“This is the movie that made you well known?”

“Well, I don’t know if ‘well known’ is the best way to put it, 
but my fan base grew significantly.”

“Too cool,” I stated. “Do either of you role-play now?” I asked 
with a sneaky smile.

“Sure,” Mom easily admitted. That caught me off-guard. She 
snickered too. Doris just started laughing. Mom then asked me, 
“Do you role-play?”

“No ...” I replied, feeling so like a newbie. These two women had 
experienced way more than me. I wasn’t sure I would ever have the 
same level of experience. I was way out of their league.

“You should,” she replied. “Your father and I do quite often.”

I then boldly asked, “What do you pretend when you do it?” I 
thought back to what Sarah had told me earlier this morning. 
Would Mom ‘fess up?

It seemed I had caught Mom unprepared. Doris fell back on the bed 
laughing. Did she suspect that I knew?

Mom weakly replied, “Let’s talk about this some other time.”

I slyly responded, “Sinner.”

She smirked and let me enjoy my moment in the sun, but I think 
she was just throwing me a bone. She was still too rattled about 
me knowing her past to get into a discussion of what Daddy and 
she did with Sarah. She was trying to keep things lighthearted. 
These two women had so much more life experience. I was so out of 
place talking about these things with them, but they were going 
out of their way to make me feel part of them.


******


Doris looked at the alarm clock on Daddy’s nightstand. It was 
almost 11 o’clock. She sighed. “Guys, unfortunately I’ve got to 
run soon, I’ve to be at church before 12.”

Mom used the remote control to eject the tape and got off the 
bed. “Yeah, we’ve got to clean up the camping gear and put it 
away, Jamie should be back here soon, too.”

Doris started to dress. “Andrea, we have to get together soon.”

Mom smiled at me. “Careful what you say, there is a little kid in 
the room. We don’t want to corrupt her.”

Doris laughed as she zipped up her pants. “I wouldn’t mind 
corrupting her some more!”

“Bad second mommy,” Mom chuckled. “Maybe you mothering her too 
isn’t such a good idea after all. What do you think, Mel?”

“Doris can corrupt me anytime. As long as she doesn’t whizz on 
me.”

Both women laughed.

We started to leave my parents’ bedroom. “Can I talk to you for a 
minute, Melissa?” Doris asked.

“Sure. In my bedroom?”

Mom started down the stairs. “I’ll be downstairs starting the 
cleaning if you need me.”

We walked into my bedroom, closed the door and sat on my bed.

Doris hesitated for a second. “How do you feel about your parents 
now that you know a lot about them?”

“I feel great about them. We’ve talked a lot over the last few 
days, even with Daddy. And Sarah filled me in on a lot of things 
this morning, too.”

“Such as?”

“She told me that she spent the weekend with Daddy, that she has 
gone on trips with him, and that she role-plays with my parents 
pretending to be me.”

“I see.” Doris was deep in thought for a minute.

“Melissa, do me a favor, please. You rattled your parents, big 
time. Go easy on confronting them with more stuff. Even though 
you may feel you can talk to them about anything now.”

She hesitated again. “Have you told them about some of your ... 
let’s say ... activities?”

“I have some,” I said softly, “but they know most of them 
already.”

“Probably. But there is still a difference hearing about them 
from you rather than from their adult friends.”

“Doris? Can we get together on Wednesday? I think you need to 
know a few more things. And I’d like to talk to you some more 
about last weekend.”

“Sure. I could pick you up around 4 o’clock. We can talk some and 
then go to our youth group. Would you like to spend the night 
with Bradley and me?”

“I’d love to. I don’t think Mom will mind.”

“Check with her, please, and call me. Right now I want to talk to 
you about something else,” Doris said. “I think we need to 
celebrate your upcoming period, that we should throw a party.”

I looked at her like she was insane. Maybe a celebration for 
getting OFF my period would be cool, but bleeding, bloating and 
cramps were not reasons to start partying. They were sometimes 
good reasons to crawl into bed with a heating pad though.

She laughed and then explained what she was suggesting.

“Centuries ago in some societies, women were allowed some 
solitude or a chance to get away from others during their time of 
the month. That was also a time when women gave each other a 
respite by taking over for their sisters once a month. It’s not 
unusual for women who live or work together closely to be on the 
same cycle.”

“Sarah, Pam and I are close to being on the same cycle. Sarah 
should be four days after me, and Pam should be two.”

“Julie should be three days after you,” she said. I don’t know 
why I wasn’t surprised that she knew that. I bit my tongue to 
keep from making a smart ass remark.

“You girls will likely stay that way now that you’re all on the 
pill. It usually keeps things very regular.”

“So ... the women you were talking about would just go hang out 
together while on their periods?”

“Something like that. It was different depending on their 
culture.”

“I guess the men didn’t mind,” I snickered. Mom and I were pretty 
much on the same schedule. I’m sure Daddy and Jamie would be glad 
to send us off into exile for a week.

“Don’t be so hard on the guys. They’re out of their depth about a 
lot of things when it comes to women.” We both laughed. She 
continued, “Centuries ago for the men, the absence of their women 
allowed them to learn to appreciate them more. You’ve heard the 
old saying - absence makes the heart grow fonder. While away, the 
women would be pampered and massaged by their sisters.”

“Too cool! I could go for a lot of massages and pampering,” I 
said, nodding approvingly.

Doris snickered at me. “When I was young, some of the 
neighborhood women who were close friends decided to have a 
period party for their daughters. The party was based on the same 
premise as some of the traditions of ancient societies. Instead 
of just getting massages, we ate chocolates and feasted on 
sweets, danced, wore similar or the same clothes, fixed each 
other’s hair and nails. Basically, it was a time to celebrate and 
grow to appreciate more what it meant to be a girl. Our moms 
really got into it.” 


“Where did you grow up?”

“Near San Francisco. We moved away when I was in high school.”

“That sounds really cool. Better than just laying around feeling 
miserable with stomach cramps.”

“Would you like a party like that?”

“You’d do that?”

“I would need some help, but I think I know of a few moms that 
would volunteer to help.”

“So cool!” I exclaimed. “How can I help?”

“See if those you know who will be on their periods this weekend 
are interested. We can do it at my house.”

“What about your husband?”

“He’ll be happy to spend an afternoon off with some wife-less 
fathers.”

“I’m sure Mom will help. I’ll talk to Sarah, Pam and Julie about 
doing it on Sunday afternoon.”

“What about Jennifer?” Doris asked. “Do you think she would like 
to come?”

“I don’t know when her period starts, but I can find out. But ... 
she doesn’t know about ...”

“It’s not going to be a sex party, Mel ... not that sex won’t be 
discussed. But it’s just a time for you girls to learn more about 
what it means to be a girl.”

I thought it was a terrific idea. I suspected with the parents 
that would likely be there, that things could get a little ... 
interesting. Jennifer being there would certainly be interesting 
since she would be the only lesbian. I’d make sure she fit in 
though.

“I’d like to invite Jennifer then, if she’s on her period,” I 
told her. “It’ll be a great way for her to get to know everyone a 
little better.”

“What does she know about the other girls? Or any adults for that 
matter?”

“She only knows specifically about me. She’ll know about Sarah at 
least before she leaves tomorrow.”

“Sarah knows this?”

“I talked with her. We’re going to tell Jennifer together, which 
will probably be tomorrow unless Sarah comes over later today.”

“I’m sure Jennifer will like knowing she’s far from being alone 
with her desire and attraction for girls.”

“Yeah. Also, she knows either Pam or Penny is into girls, but not 
which one. A while back Peter told her someone in his family was 
into girls as well as guys. Of course, she’s right about 
whichever one she’s guessing about, which I think is Pam. I want 
to make sure it’s cool with Pam before I tell her though.”

“Good idea. Pam may not want her to know. But knowing Pam, she’ll 
welcome a new girl to try out, especially one as hot as 
Jennifer,” she said. “You know Jennifer may eventually get so 
busy with other girls that she won’t have as much time for you 
like she does right now.”

“Doris, I don’t have enough time with Peter right now! But I 
really care for Jennifer. She’s in love with me. I may even be in 
love with her a little. She took a huge chance telling me what 
she did. I can’t abandon or ignore her.”

“It may not help her get over you if you do spend a lot of time 
with her. And her finding out about Sarah could only frustrate 
her more since she already has a boyfriend as well.”

“I know, but I can’t just ...”

She interrupted me, “You’re a great friend for her to have. Just 
be aware that her feelings run very deep for you. If she feels as 
deeply for you as I suspect, that’s not likely to change quickly. 
You’ve got her heart. You can really hurt her if you’re not 
careful. Think about how you would feel if you thought Peter was 
trying to push you off onto another guy to ditch you.”

“I’m not trying to do that!”

“But she might mis-read things.”

I sighed deeply. Doris tried to console me, “It’s a tough 
position to be in. Just try to be the best friend you can be ... 
and we’ll both cross our fingers and hope things work out.”

“Doris, how come you know so much about how Jennifer feels about 
me?”

“Remember what my husband said? I thrive on messes.” Doris smiled 
and gave me a quick kiss.

“Sorry Melissa, but I’ve got to go. See you Wednesday.”


******


After Doris had left, Mom and I were cleaning up some of the 
camping gear while also doing the laundry. Jamie was struggling 
with the tent, the air mattresses and other large stuff.

“I’m surprised Jamie is already back here doing this,” I said.

“I called him over at Sarah’s while you were talking to Doris and 
told him to get back home.”

“Sarah might be mad at you for the interruptus of their coitus.”

“Snarkiness is so not sexy, Mel.”

“I wasn’t trying to be sexy ...” I started saying before Mom 
interrupted me.

“Yeah, you were being a smart ass. He deserved it, I suppose.”

What was this?! My mother was taking my side over something that 
involved Jamie?!

She looked up and saw me with a crooked smile. “Well, he does 
deserve it. And if you don’t start helping me instead of standing 
there with a victory smirk, you’ll deserve what I’ll do to you as 
well.”

Oh well. That celebration was short lived.

As I helped her, I thought more about the way Doris had reacted 
upstairs while Mom had been talking with me.

“I hadn’t realized how much Doris missed having kids,” I stated.

“Oh, baby, you don’t know the half of it. Doris and Bradley both 
were quite depressed for a while when they were told for sure 
that Doris very likely couldn’t get pregnant, and if she did it 
was basically a certainty she wouldn’t be able to carry it to 
full term. Bradley even questioned whether he should stay in the 
ministry if God was going to punish Doris and him like that. We 
had our hands full convincing him not to jump to unjustified 
conclusions. After about three months they snapped out of it. It 
was then they decided for Bradley to resign as an assistant 
Pastor at another church and to move closer to found the church 
he now heads. But it was a serious situation for the two of them 
for some time.”

I stood there with my mouth open and didn’t know what to say. 
Doris had seemed so in control when she told me she could not 
have a baby. I never thought just how traumatic that could be 
until now. I remembered Pastor Thomas saying that Doris thrived 
on messy situations the morning she rescued me from breaking into 
our house and making a real mess of things. She thrived on 
helping others. It was hard to believe she would struggle so with 
her own situation.

“Kick in the ass, Mel?” Her voice sounded kind of rough.

Mom having been a porn actress and prostitute, Doris and Bradley 
having to stay childless, Mrs. Preston seriously into hardcore 
sex, Mrs. Walcott enjoying being whipped and shit, all the 
nudists I had met ... Suddenly becoming an adult seemed scary.

“They didn’t have any options at all?”

“None they could come close to affording, certainly not at the 
time. They’ve grown to accept the situation as God’s intent for 
them.”

I felt angry about Doris and her husband’s situation. I couldn’t 
accept that this could possibly be what God intended for them. 
Life totally sucked sometimes.

“It’s not always fun being an adult, is it?” I asked her.

Mom smiled at me and came over to hug me. “Sweetie, a lot of 
people have to deal with baggage from the past or other 
unfortunate happenings. But that is life, and because we know 
what unhappiness and sadness feels like, we can enjoy the good 
and the happy moments that much better. If we were happy all the 
time, it would become the normal situation and we wouldn’t 
appreciate the good times anymore.”

“But why do bad things happen to good people?”

“It’s just as big a mystery to me as well,” Mom replied. “The 
churches try to explain it. But if you cut through all the 
scripture quotations and other well-meaning words you come down 
to realize, they don’t know either.”


******


Mom and I went back to work inside the house again. I started 
thinking about what she had just told me. I had been lucky, 
nothing really bad had happened to me so far in my life. My 
parents had provided well for Jamie and me, and I knew they 
really loved us. And the more I thought about it, the more I was 
very grateful that Mom had watched out for me, especially this 
summer, when so many bad things could have happened to me.

It didn’t take us long to finish and put things away. I wasn’t 
about to offer my horn dog brother any help cleaning the camping 
equipment.

Around lunchtime Jamie came inside sweaty and dirty. Mom laughed 
and said, “Go get cleaned up, buddy, and we’ll get lunch ready.”

Mom fixed grilled cheese sandwiches while I made a salad and ice 
tea. Jamie returned after a quick shower.

While we ate, Mom said, “Thanks, you two, for helping like this. 
It makes me want to do more with you and your father if I don’t 
have to do all the work.”

“I don’t mind helping out if I am included,” I said with a big 
shit eating grin. Mom rolled her eyes at me. Jamie just shook his 
head.

“It was fun,” I said. “I also liked our beach vacations we have 
been on. I like going somewhere and see and do different things.”

“You’re still not freaked out about all those strange people 
looking at your naked cootie?” Jamie asked with a big grin on his 
face. Boys.

“If the guys stared too much at me, I stared at their crotch and 
made a face like ‘Not much there’, then they usually just went 
away.”

Mom almost choked on her ice tea. “Way to go, Mel!”

Jamie then asked if he could go over to see Sarah again. I was 
glad he’d be gone while Jennifer was here during the afternoon.

“Mel, will you put the camping gear in the shed? I’ve got it all 
cleaned up. Should be dry by now, too. Please?”

I was pissed off that he was asking me to put everything away, 
but the sooner he left the better. I was tempted to call Sarah 
and tell her to tie him to her bed until further notice. 

I decided to suck it up and be nice. “Okay, Jamie, I’ll do it. 
You were pretty nice to me while camping.”

He hugged me, “Thanks, Mel. You’re pretty nice for a little 
sister, too.”

“I better check if I’m in the right home,” Mom said dryly as she 
looked very intently at Jamie and me. “Looks like you two are 
finally growing up. That’d be a nice change from bickering and 
fighting.”

As Jamie turned to leave he went over to Mom and kissed her on 
her forehead. “Bye, Mom.”

“Are you staying the night with Sarah?” she asked him.

“Don’t think so. She said that she needed to spend some time with 
her parents.”

“Are you going to be back for supper?”

“I’d like to eat at the Clarks if it is okay with you.”

“It is. It just would be nice if you’d let me know without me 
asking, Mr. Livingston Junior. I have to plan things, too, if you 
want a meal,” Mom said sternly.

Jamie’s face was flushed. “Sorry, Mom, I forgot.”

“You’re forgiven. But try to think of me, too, son. Well, then 
have fun with Sarah this afternoon.”

I stared at Mom.

“What?” she asked as Jamie went out the door.

I scooted over to her and she made room for me to sit in her lap. 
“I’m in love with my new mom.” I buried my head in the crook of 
her neck.

Her hands were all over my back rubbing me all over. “And I’m 
glad I have my daughter back.”

We sat there for a while longer enjoying our closeness. I got off 
her lap and stretched. “I better get through with the camping 
gear before Jennifer and Peter get here.”

Just then the phone rang. Mom answered it. “Hi Jennifer ... she’s 
right here.” She handed me the phone.

“Hi, chica. What’s up?”

“Did you check with your mom if it’s okay for me to come over?” 
she asked.

“Sure, I did,” I said. “She said you’re welcome to spend time 
with me.”

“My mother has to run into town, we could be at your place around 
3:30.”

“That sounds great. See you then, Jennie Poo,” I snickered.

“I can’t wait, Mellie Poo,” Jennifer replied, snickering, too. 
The girl wasn’t afraid to strike back. I liked that. She reminded 
me of ... well, me. We were going to be so much fun together.

I told her bye and disconnected the phone.

“Jennifer will be here around 3:30,” I told Mom.

“Sounds like you are going to have your own fun this afternoon 
... and not just Jamie.” Mom said grinning.

“Yeah, and I know who will have fun watching me have fun.”

Mom blushed. I was so proud of myself. I was learning to stand on 
my own.

“You better get on with your job outside.” Mom said.

“Oh, and Mom? Jennifer doesn’t know that you know. So, don’t go 
seducing her like she was your sex toy Sarah.”

“I guess I deserved that,” she replied. “Are you planning to keep 
her all to yourself?”

“No ... I’m going to tell her about me and Sarah when the time is 
right. Sarah and I talked about it.”

“I guess I’m too old to be included, huh?”

The irony of that wasn’t lost on either of us as we began 
grinning at the other.

I walked back over to her, sitting in her lap with my arm around 
her neck. “Do you want to play with my little friend?”

“Would you be okay with that?”

“Yeah ... I mean, why should she be the exception? You’re playing 
with all my friends. Only, Mrs. Rayner told me that the Prestons 
didn’t do anything with us kids. Or their kids with you adults.”

She looked at me cautiously. “That might change.”

I smiled at her, “I’m cool with it. But it might totally freak 
her out if you try to seduce her. She’s so stressed out about 
being discovered. She doesn’t have a cover like I do since I like 
boys as well.”

“I understand, honey. Colleen and I knew a girl when we were a 
little older than you who we were sure was a lesbian. No one 
actually knew for sure, but everyone treated her like she was. 
The things people said about her were horrible, especially when 
she could hear them. She kept to herself. She always looked angry 
at the world. She had every reason to be. Colleen and I didn’t 
know what to say or do to help. If we tried to be her friends, 
we’d have been given the same treatment. I felt guilty about it 
as I got older, that I let peer pressure keep me from doing the 
right thing.”

“I know what you mean. At least no one thinks Jennifer is a 
lesbian, but I think some people might start wondering, and 
probably will this school year if she keeps turning down dates 
with boys.”

“It’s a lot easier for gays and lesbians now than it was when I 
was growing up, but it’s still pretty bad the way kids get 
bullied. I’m glad she has you as a friend.”

“I told her if she was outed that I’d stand by her.”

“You’re stronger than I was. I hope you can be that strong if the 
time comes. After high school, the pressure won’t be nearly as 
bad.”

“So ... you want me to let her know you’re bisexual?” I asked.

“No,” she stated, surprising me. “Let me tell her when the time 
is right. And, no. Not to seduce her, but to let her know she can 
come talk to me whenever she wants ... like you can.”

“You’re pretty awesome, Mom.”

“And so are you ... and you will be even more awesome when you 
get the camping gear...”

I playfully gruffed as I interrupted her. “Okay, Mom. I’m going,” 
I said hugging her quickly before heading off to the backyard.


******


I tried to hurry putting the camping gear in the shed, but I 
ended up spending even more time picking up shit I was knocking 
down than if I had just taken my time.

The shed had some attic space to put things we didn’t use very 
often. Mom had asked me to put the camping gear up there, where 
it had been since last year. I groaned when she said it, because 
it probably meant we wouldn’t go camping again this year. Nude 
camping had been a lot of fun and I had hoped to go at least once 
with Sarah and maybe her parents.

After I got everything at the bottom of the steps to the attic, I 
started taking one thing at a time to keep from breaking my neck. 
My climbing the ladder to get on our roof that infamous Sunday 
morning came to mind again and made me cautious.

I took the large bag with the tent parts inside up first. After I 
got it through the door, I pushed it over close to some boxes, 
which of course turned over. Fuck! I thought about just leaving 
them turned over, but knowing Mom, she would likely check behind 
me. So I crawled over to the boxes and set them back up.

Some old books and folders had fallen out of one of them. 
Glancing at some of the stuff, it looked like some of Mom’s stuff 
she had kept from college. I thought that was kinda cool, and sat 
there flipping through some of them. It looked like books and 
papers from her freshman year. The one book I was holding looked 
like a Biology 101 text book. I wondered if it was a lot harder 
than the science class I had had last year.

One of the folders had some of her test papers. I looked through 
them hoping to find an F, but she’d aced them all. I sighed at 
the lost chance to needle her about a bad test score.

I then picked up a book that looked nothing like one for a class. 
Shit! It was a diary! It didn’t have a lock on it, which I 
thought was weird. I bit my lip as I held it to me. This diary 
probably would cover her freshman year, the year she was a 
prostitute. It might even have stuff about her first summer doing 
porn. It could possibly cover her whole time at college!

I looked closely at the diary and debated with myself for a long 
moment. This was my mother’s diary. These were her private 
thoughts and experiences in her own words. It could reveal so 
much about her, things I had been struggling to understand. I 
mean, yeah she was a prostitute and porn actress, but what was 
she actually thinking about when she decided to go for it. What 
was she thinking while she did it? I had yet to sense any regret 
other than it was something she knew she would have to hide the 
rest of her life. Answers to all of those questions, and more, 
were possibly in my hands.

I seriously wanted to open it, but I also knew I would be totally 
invading her privacy. I didn’t keep a diary, but if I did I 
wouldn’t want either of my parents ever reading it, much less a 
future daughter. I set it aside and got the rest of the boxes 
straightened out. I then got the rest of the camping gear up the 
attic stairs and put them away neatly. 

I picked the diary up again. It was purely by accident that I had 
found it. What if Jamie had at some time? He would have read it 
without thinking twice about it. Guys are jerks like that. The 
bad thing is that I felt that temptation very strongly too. I 
would be a jerk if I read it, but I knew I would understand Mom a 
whole lot better. I wouldn’t hurt her with it. It would just be a 
way for us to grow closer. I decided to take it inside with me. 
If nothing else, I would hide it in my room.

Walking in the backdoor and down the hall, I heard Mom talking on 
the phone in the family room.

“Melissa? Is that you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, walking to the entrance to the family room. 
She was holding the phone to her chest, facing away from me on 
the couch. I told her, “I finished putting everything away.”

“Then you better clean up before Jennifer comes over,” she said, 
tilting her head back a little in my direction, but she still 
couldn’t see me. Still, I moved the diary so that I was holding 
it behind my back.

“I’ll go to take a shower, I’m all sweaty.”

“Okay. Thanks for putting the camping stuff away, sweetie. We’ll 
do something special together this week as payment.”

Suddenly I felt really guilty. I knew what I was going to do with 
the diary. I was going to read it and keep it hidden in my room. 
No more secrets, I had demanded. And here I was about to hide her 
own diary from her, keeping it a secret that I had found it. I 
would secretly know her private thoughts about her college days. 
She should be the one to tell me those things though. If she ever 
did tell me, I would have to pretend to be learning about it for 
the first time. The thing was, I liked it much better when Mom 
told me secrets than actually snooping to discover them.

“By the way, Peter called while you were outside, he can’t make 
it over until after supper. And he is to be home before 9 
tonight.”

“Thanks Mom, probably just as well, gives me more time with 
Jennifer.”

I walked into the family room, and stood at the end of the couch 
with the diary still behind me as Mom went back to talking to 
whomever on the phone. She saw me and her look became curious.

“Let me call you back in a little while. Okay, bye,” she said 
into the phone.

She then looked at me, waiting for me to say something. I pulled 
the diary from behind me, and said, “I found this in the shed in 
a box I knocked over.”

I held it out to her, and she took it from my hands. She looked 
at the cover intently before opening it and flipping through some 
of the pages.

She then closed it and held it in her lap, “Did you read any of 
it?”

“No, ma’am. I didn’t even open it.”

She looked right into my eyes as if she were searching for the 
real truth.

“I mean it, Mom. I didn’t even open it. It was in a box with a 
lot of your freshman college year books and papers.”

“You seriously want me to believe you didn’t even open the 
cover?” she asked, unconvinced.

“I swear I didn’t. It’s yours. I wouldn’t want you reading mine 
behind my back, if I had one.”

Her stare became softer. “I believe you.”

“Anyways, I didn’t want to leave it in the shed. Jamie could’ve 
found it.”

Mom pursed her lips. The thought of that had to terrify her.

“I thought I’d lost it when I left campus at the end of my 
freshman year, and just before Doris and I were to leave for 
California for the summer. I’d been in a hurry while packing up 
my stuff in my dorm room. I thought I’d put it in the suitcase I 
planned to take to California. I was sure of it.”

“When did you realize it was missing?” I asked, sitting down 
beside her.

“After we got to California. I was unpacking and discovered it 
wasn’t in my suitcase.”

“Oh shit. You couldn’t really do anything about it without going 
back to your college dorm!”

“That’s what really upset me. What if somebody had found it and 
given it to the wrong people? And I couldn’t do anything about 
it. There was no way I could search for it. Colleen was already 
on vacation with her parents and wouldn’t be back for several 
weeks. I had no one else I could ask. I didn’t dare call the OCS 
and ask for help.”

I wondered how I would have reacted in the same situation. 
Probably the same as she did. The whole thing had to be very 
unnerving for Mom.

“Did it have your name on a cover page or anything?” I asked.

“I never wrote my name in it, but it would’ve been easy to figure 
out that it was mine. I had mentioned the names of a lot of other 
people, along with the things we had done together - classes, 
dates, and other stuff. Also, those familiar with my handwriting 
would’ve known right away it belong to me.”

“Yikes!” I said, grimacing as I thought about how I would feel if 
that happen to me. 

“Then I wondered if someone might’ve taken it out of my suitcase 
while I was moving stuff out. A friend, who was in the same dorm, 
helped me move out the heavy stuff. But I didn’t think she 
would’ve had a chance to go into my suitcase. We were around each 
other practically the whole time.”

“You must’ve totally freaked out!” I said, grimacing. If Mom had 
written names of her tricks and the people she did know about 
from the OCS, like Heather and Connie, that could’ve really come 
back to haunt her.

“You got that right, sister. I had a panic attack when I couldn’t 
find it, but I seriously didn’t think someone would steal it. My 
roomie, Nikki, was already gone. I knew she wouldn’t have taken 
it. She could’ve already told a lot of wild stories about me 
without needing my diary to find stuff out.”

“Did she know about ...?”

“No, but she knew I was screwing a lot of guys and girls. She was 
far from being Miss Moral Values herself though. She wasn’t into 
girls, but I caught her fucking in our room a number of times, 
and quite often it wasn’t the same guy she had been with the 
previous time.”

“I already like her,” I grinned.

Mom smiled and shook her head at me. She continued, “I hadn’t 
taken the diary out of the foot locker until after my roomie was 
gone. I later figured it might have gotten thrown out with the 
trash by accident. If that were the case, no one would likely 
find it and it would forever be in a trash dump. When it never 
turned up, I figured it was long gone.”

“Well, now you have it. And seriously, Mom. You should’ve bought 
one with a lock on it.”

“It was sort of a gift from one of my grandmothers. It’s one 
she’d been given but never used. She thought I might want to keep 
a diary some day.”

“Still ...”

“I know. But I did keep it locked and hidden in a foot locker 
while in the dorm. I took it out though just before we moved out 
of the dorm. I guess I accidentally grabbed it when I was putting 
the books I hadn’t sold back to the bookstore in that box. I was 
rushing to get everything out of the room and home so I could 
meet up with Doris the next day.”

“Well, you have it back now ...” I said as I stood up and started 
to turn to leave the family room.

“Mel,” Mom quickly said, stopping me. “Thanks for not invading my 
privacy.”

“That’s my payment for you telling me so many of your secrets the 
past few days.” I smiled at her and started to leave again.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked, smiling at me.

I looked at her puzzled.

“Come around here,” tilting her head to encourage me, and I did. 
All I could figure is she wanted to give me a kiss for doing the 
right thing.

I quickly leaned down and kissed her lips softly. Her lips 
slightly parted as her tongue slipped between them to seek out my 
tongue. It became a seriously passionate kiss.

She broke away though before things went on too long. “Well, that 
was very nice. I wasn’t quite expecting that!”

Huh? She wasn’t expecting the kiss or how passionate it had 
become? She had been the one slipping her tongue into my mouth! 
However, I did push my open mouth firmly into hers. She was very 
cooperative, too.

I started to turn to leave again.

“Wait, Mel. There’s something else.” I turned back to her 
wondering what else she had in mind. She lifted the diary and 
held it out to me. “Here.”

I warily let her place it in my hands. “I don’t understand ...”

“Read it with my blessing.”

My eyes bugged out at her.

“You’re cute when you do the bug eyed thing,” she joked, smiling.

“You want me to read it?” I asked totally surprised.

“Cover to cover.”

“You’re sure?”

“More than sure. You pretty much know what you’re going to find 
in it. You learned a lot this morning, not to mention yesterday 
as well.”

“Thanks,” I said, still not believing she really was serious.

“If you want to talk about something you read in it, let me 
know.”

“Are you really my mother?” I asked. She laughed.

“Believe it or not, I gave birth to you,” she snorted. “Now go 
find a good hiding place for it. And Mel, I trust you know what 
not to do with it.”

“Okay,” I said slowly leaving the family room, looking back and 
forth between the diary and Mom.

I didn’t have much time before Jennifer would come over to read 
too much of it. So I skimmed quickly through it to see what kinds 
of things were in it. 

She started writing in it at the beginning of her freshman year 
in college. I knew there had to be some really fun things to read 
about during that time.

I did notice Mom had never used her real name in the entries I 
did see. A lot of it was details about stuff she did with 
friends, as well as things about individual dates she had as both 
Andrea and Tamera. There were entries for all kinds of things 
though, including some dates and parties she went to during her 
freshman year in college.

I did look closely at a few of those entries. One of them 
described an afternoon when she and some other freshman coeds 
piled into a dorm room, and ended up having an all-girl orgy 
together. The orgy was during Mom’s first week on campus. Classes 
hadn’t even started yet, and it was before any entries she had 
made about becoming a prostitute.

There were many references to Mrs. Clark. It was more than 
obvious that they were very close friends.

In a diary entry a few days later, Mom specifically mentioned 
hanging out in her dorm room with a girl she had met at the 
earlier orgy. She really liked her and hoped they would become 
good friends. She didn’t mention her by name in that entry, but I 
was certain that was Doris. That would be too cool for them to 
first meet like that, having sex together possibly before they 
knew each other’s names!

Other girls were mentioned as well, but I didn’t recognize any 
names. I wasn’t sure exactly when she had met Mrs. Rayner.

I quickly glanced randomly at some of her Tamera entries. I found 
some entries for the couple Mom had spent much of her time with 
as a prostitute - Scott & Laura Mann. The first entry described 
them as a well to do couple that lived close to Mom’s college. 
Skipping through I found where Mom wrote that she babysat their 
twelve year old daughter, Lisa, like she had told me the day 
before. She thought Lisa was a bit odd in that she didn’t seem to 
care that Mom was a coed prostitute for both her parents, and 
that it was no big deal for Mom to babysit her and her baby 
sister. I wondered if the girl knew Mom had been breastfeeding 
from Mrs. Mann, along with her baby sister.

Lisa stuck in my head for a while. She was close to my age at the 
time Mom had been around her. I didn’t think I could be as calm 
about my parents having a prostitute babysit me. But then I 
thought it had to be better than when Jamie babysat me a few 
years back.

Realizing I was spending more time than I had planned reading the 
diary, I hid it together with the pictures Mrs. Clark had given 
me and then took a quick shower. I primped a little for Jennifer 
and got dressed. It was only a few more minutes before she was to 
arrive. So, I went downstairs.

I went and stood at the front window watching for them to arrive. 
I was excited about the afternoon and, hopefully, night with 
Jennifer.

It would be her first time in my house. I had even done a little 
more to pick up my room. I had caught Mom peeking in at me. I 
just smiled, a little embarrassed that she had caught me actually 
cleaning my room without having to be told. It wasn’t like I kept 
it in a mess, but it was never up to Mom’s standards. I think she 
kept raising the bar on me though just to aggravate me. Moms get 
to do that kind of crap and get away with it. I guess it was sort 
of like payback for aggravating her. I long ago stopped 
complaining.

I felt hands on my waist, which made me flinch a little. “Excited 
about seeing Jennifer?” Mom gently asked, her mouth near my ear.

“Yeah ...”

“Relax. She’ll have a good time,” she said, moving closer until 
she was pressed against my back, wrapping her arms around my 
waist. “Your father and I will make sure she feels more than 
welcome. Jamie will be a horn dog, but you already know that.”

I twisted my head around a little so I could see her face. She 
made it easier by tilting her head. Seeing her smiling 
affectionately at me made me tingle. I was surprised she said 
that about her son.

“You hardly ever slam Jamie like that,” I said, twisting my head 
back to look out the window again.

“You know as well as I do that he’d love to fuck her hot little 
pussy,” Mom replied, lightly pinching my sides. She even rubbed 
herself against my butt for a few moments.

“Yeah, and I also know somebody else who would love to seduce 
her.”

“I won’t do that, at least not now.”

I quickly turned my head again to look at her. She had a wicked 
grin. She was trying to shock me.

“Surprised?” she asked, putting her chin on the edge of my 
shoulder.

“Yeah ... sorta. You’ve never acted like this with me before.”

“It’s how I act with my best friends. Why shouldn’t I with you?”

“It’s just ... I dunno ... you need to warn me when you switch 
from Mom to BFF mode or something.”

She leaned in and kissed my cheek. I then twisted my head back to 
look out the window again, and she resumed snuggling up to me 
from behind.

Mom whispered, “I want to see you having sex with her.”

I whispered back, “What would you like to see exactly?”

“Your cute little tongue licking her sweet juicy pussy.”

Whoa.

“Anything else?”

“Your tongue on her asshole, licking it, making her moan and 
squeal. I know you like licking them.”

“Like your tongue licked mine?” I asked, feeling a little bolder.

“Yes,” she hissed. “But take more time with hers than I did with 
your cute little puckered hole. Make her squeal over and over.”

I was trembling. Then she moved her hands over my top to my 
breasts, cupping them firmly.

“I want to see you play with her young tits like we did with each 
other in the campground shower, too. Remember, Mel?”

“Yes,” I struggled to say. Then I felt her face nuzzling in the 
crook of my neck.

“I came so hard when you played with me,” squeezing my boobs as 
she said it. I was sure she could feel my hard nipples through my 
top and bra.

She turned her face slightly, her nose finding my ear, softly 
rubbing it. She inhaled deeply.

“I love your hair. It smells so sexy.” She then reached around 
with her opposite hand to pull my hair away, baring my neck. Her 
lips brushed against my skin, moving from spot to spot, kissing 
gently. I automatically tilted my head over, giving her better 
access. “So soft ...”

“What are you doing to me?!” I anxiously whispered.

“There’s nothing wrong with this. I’m just cuddling with my 
daughter,” she said, her hand slipping under my top, working 
their way back to my breasts. Her fingers slipped underneath my 
bra, sliding up to cup my bare breasts. My nipples were between 
her fingers, and she was squeezing them by pushing her fingers 
together. She began licking and biting my ear, which almost made 
me cum.

Just then I saw a car pull up and park out front.

“They’re here,” I softly said.

Her hands slid out of my top, slipping behind me to cup my tight 
little butt, squeezing. Then she popped one of my cheeks. “Let’s 
not keep your little friend waiting.”

I had to shake my head to get a grip. Mom then reached for my 
hand to lead me with her to the door. Before she pulled me with 
her, she winked. She was horny as fuck anticipating an afternoon 
and possible night with Jennifer in the house with me.

“Bad mommy,” I playfully chastised.

“You get to have all the fun with Jennifer. I just had to tease 
you a little beforehand. But, now you need to pull yourself 
together ... until Janet leaves.”

I quickly nodded at her while biting my bottom lip.

Mom opened the door with me standing close by her. Jennifer was 
wearing a sexy top and cute shorts. I was ready to take her to my 
room and ravish her right then.

“Hi, Janet ... Jennifer. Come on inside.”

As they passed Mom, Jennifer and I locked eyes. She was as 
excited as I was, but I could see she was nervous as hell. I was 
as well.

We all went into the family room and took a seat. Mom and Mrs. 
Preston sat on the couch together and began talking to each 
other. I was making eyes at Jennifer, which seemed to make her 
feel more at ease.

Mrs. Preston asked Mom about what time would be best to pick 
Jennifer up later.

“Can Jennifer stay the night?” I pleadingly asked.

“Is it okay, Mom?” Jennifer implored as well.

Mom replied, “If it’s fine with you, Janet, she can spend the 
night. We don’t have any plans and she is more than welcome. 
She’ll keep Melissa out of my hair.”

I knew Mom wanted her to spend the night, too, but she didn’t 
need to take a shot at me like that. And to think, she had just 
been working me into a sexual frenzy just moments before they 
arrived! But if it worked, I decided I wasn’t going to bitch 
about it.

“You didn’t bring any clothes,” she reminded her daughter. I 
began to wonder if Mrs. Preston didn’t want her to stay knowing 
she would be sleeping with me.

Mom said, “If it’s not a problem with you, she can wear some of 
Melissa’s clothes. And if you really don’t mind, we are nudists 
like you.”

Mrs. Preston thought for a moment, cutting her eyes briefly at 
me. She gave me a quick wink as she said, “If it won’t be 
imposing, then I’m fine with it ... including going nude.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Preston,” I excitedly said. Mom sorta looked at me 
like maybe I was acting too enthusiastic. I didn’t care though. 
The wink from Jennifer’s mom had me bubbling over.

Mrs. Preston then looked at Jennifer and then at me again. “You 
can go ahead, you don’t have to sit here listen to us old folks.”

I was going to say that they weren’t old, when Mom spoke up, 
looking at me with a smile. “I know, Melissa. We’re not old. Now, 
you and Jennifer go ahead upstairs, if you want, and let us 
mothers talk.”

I would so have to figure out how I could hide my thoughts from 
her.

It was more than obvious that Mom wanted to talk to Janet alone. 
I would ask her later what they had to discuss.

I grabbed Jennifer’s hand and pulled her towards the stairs. 
“Come on, I‘ll show you my room.

Jennifer walked with me to my bedroom upstairs. Every few seconds 
I glanced at her face. She was just as excited as I was. I was 
still nervous though with it being her first time in my house.

She followed me into my bedroom. “Well, this is it.”

“Cool room.”

She was beginning to look jittery. I stepped over and hugged her. 

“Relax. No one will bite you ... except me. And you seem to like 
that.”

She blushed and then we both giggled. I was holding her tighter 
to me. I leaned and kissed her cheek. Her eyes told me she wanted 
so much more though. I covered her mouth with mine and we kissed 
deeply for a few moments before we heard our moms coming 
upstairs.

“Oh shit,” Jennifer softly said, and began pulling away from me.

“Just chill, girl.”

The problem was neither of us knew what to do. We just stood 
there awkwardly as we heard them coming down the hall towards my 
room. I then did the only thing I could think of - show her my 
clothes. I pulled her over to my closet and quickly pulled out a 
few of my tops, handing one to Jennifer.

“Figures,” Mom said at the door with Mrs. Preston beside her.

“Teen girls and their clothes,” Mrs. Preston remarked, smiling as 
she shook her head.

Mom responded, “I think they’re almost as bad as adult girls.” 
Both of them laughed together.

“I’m leaving now, Jennifer.”

“Thanks for letting me stay, Mom ... and Mrs. Livingston.”

“Have fun girls,” Mrs. Preston said as she turned to leave. Mom 
smiled at us as she left as well to see her out.

“Gawd, Mel. I don’t know why I’m so nervous!”

“Relax, chica. Your mom is gone. My parents are cool. Jamie’s 
gone for the afternoon. So just be yourself.”

“It’s just that this is the first time I’ve stayed anywhere and 
didn’t have to worry about hiding what I am.”

“You talk like it’s a curse.”

“It is.”

“No, it’s not. People that have a problem with it are just fucked 
up. You don’t have to hide anything here.”

“But your parents ...”

“My parents know I’m bisexual. They know I’ve had sex with my own 
kind.” She laughed at me.

“Your friend?”

“Yeah ...” I said, almost saying others as well, but I wasn’t 
quite ready to open that door. But I figured I would have to 
sooner or later. And I thought sooner might be better.

“Have you told her about me yet?”

“Yeah. She’s glad there is another sister to join in as we take 
over the world.”

“We couldn’t do any worse with it.”

“True dat!”

“So, when will I find out who she is?”

“Very soon,” I said, grabbing her hand and squeezing it.”

“Does Jamie know about you?”

“He does, but not about you. He’s been cool about it, but I’ll 
leave it up to you as to whether you want him to know.”

She looked out the window deep in thought. “Melissa, I’m scared 
to let too many people know. What if one of them slips up? I mean 
unintentionally making a remark? You know, outing me by 
accident.”

I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“I understand that you’re scared. But trust me. I know some 
people that I can trust with my deepest secrets. And I know some 
people I don’t trust with the time of day.”

Jennifer twisted around in my arms. “Becky?”

I nodded. “Becky.” I waited for a second, “I would only let you 
tell those that I’m sure you can trust. They would protect your 
secret. You could be yourself with them. They would accept you 
the way you are. They’re the really cool kids.”

“Is Jamie one of the really cool kids?”

I had to laugh. “For a horny boy, he does pretty well. I trust 
him. I had to make him tell me things. He was doing a pretty good 
job of hiding things from me. And we are family.”

“Like?”

“The entire nudist thing. He had been going nude camping for 
several years, and I didn’t even know about it.”

“Mel, if you trust him, then I trust him also. I know you 
wouldn’t hurt me.”

I smiled. “You can also trust my parents.”

She looked nervous again. “Don’t you think they might tell my 
parents?”

“Jennifer, I know my parents wouldn’t hurt you either. My daddy 
is cool, but my mom is really cool. I told you she knows that I 
like to have sex with girls, too. She doesn’t mind that you and I 
have sex.”

“Did you tell your mom about me?!” Her body became rigid.

“Not until she told me she saw us at the lake making out.”

“Oh my Gawd!” Her eyes showed how terrified she was. “Your mom 
really knows?”

“Don’t worry, she’s cool with it. She knows about my friend as 
well, at least that she is bi.”

“Mel, she could tell my mom!”

I squeezed her tight. “Chill, girl. Mom wouldn’t do that. She 
won’t do it. Seriously, trust me on this.”

She swallowed hard.

“Look, she’s okay with you being here and staying the night with 
me. So, I know she likes you.”

“Do you think she’s told my mom already?”

Gawd! I wanted to shake the fear out of her!

“No, but even if she had, then your mom must be cool with it, 
too. She’s letting you spend the night with me. She has to know 
you’ll be sleeping in the same bed with me. But I know my mom. 
She hasn’t told her a thing.”

She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. “Oh, Mel. 
I just so hope you’re right.”

I kissed her and her lips melted into my mouth. Our tongues met 
and searched the other’s mouth. Locked together we moved towards 
my bed. I fell backwards and pulled her over me. I rubbed her 
back and she started to relax.

My mom came up the stairs again. We quickly got off my bed and 
looked at more of my clothes. I glanced at Jennifer and she 
didn’t seem to freak out as much as before.

Even though the door was open, Mom knocked and asked if she could 
come in.

“Sure, Mom. We aren’t doing anything naughty yet,” I said. 
Jennifer blushed.

Mom chose to ignore my smart ass remark.

“I know you girls are going to go through all of Mel’s clothes, 
but we are nudists. Jennifer, are you okay if we’re naked while 
you’re here?”

“It’s cool with me, I guess.”

Mom walked over to her. “We don’t have to if you’re not 
completely comfortable.”

“I don’t see why not. We’ve been naked around each other at the 
campgrounds.”

“Well, let’s get naked then,” Mom said and began taking her top 
off, catching both of us off-guard.

Jennifer looked at me, and I just shrugged before pulling my own 
top off. I had figured Mom would get undressed in her room, but 
she probably did it to shock both of us. Jennifer joined in 
removing hers as well. It took less than a minute for us to lose 
all of our clothes.

Mom picked up her clothes and started to leave the room. “I’ll 
let you girls know if anyone drops by. I’m not expecting anyone 
though.”

I noticed Jennifer checking out Mom. She even bit her bottom lip 
for a quick moment. For just a second, I was jealous as fuck. I 
mean, my lesbian friend who was in love with me was lusting after 
my own mother! Mom definitely was hot. Her dark hair framed her 
seriously beautiful face. And her body was slim and willowy much 
like mine. Her butt was still firm and had a really sexy shape. 
Her breasts weren’t sagging much yet. Mom really did look sexy.

Mom also noticed Jennifer looking her over. She stayed in my room 
a bit longer than necessary, moving a little from side to side, 
subtly showing her body off. I noticed Mom’s nipples becoming 
erect. She was getting turned on.

Mom left though before it became too obvious that she was 
displaying herself to my friend. I wondered if Sarah had gotten 
similar ‘shows’ while Mom seduced her last year.

I giggled. Mom was definitely lusting after Jennifer. Suddenly I 
had this really wicked thought of doing a threesome with Jennifer 
that would include Mom and me.

“What’s wrong,” Jennifer asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. I bet she saw me biting my own bottom lip! 
She couldn’t know what I was thinking though. She wasn’t nearly 
the pervert I was.

We returned to looking through all of my clothes.

“If you ever want to borrow something, let me know. Your boobs 
are a little fuller than mine, but most of my stuff should fit 
you.”

“Thanks, Mel. You can borrow anything of mine.”

“Maybe I can come over later this week, if you want?”

“That would be cool. My parents seem to really like you.”

Gawd, did they ever like me, especially her mother!

I was tired of going through my clothes. So, I grabbed her hand 
and pulled her along toward my bed. I let go of her hand as I 
dove onto it. She crawled onto it, lying on her side next to me.

“Why didn’t you tryout in the spring to be a cheerleader again 
this year?” she asked me. “I thought you were the best one on the 
squad last year.”

Love can make people so blind. I was pretty good, but I wouldn’t 
say I was the best cheerleader. I was a very good gymnast, but 
there were others who had done it longer and were better than me.

“I just didn’t like how much time it was taking up. The 
gymnastics just started to get old for me.”

“You would’ve easily made the squad though.”

“I guess, but I’m not missing it,” I replied. “Speaking of trying 
out, why didn’t you?”

“Because you didn’t.”

“You probably would’ve made it, Jennifer!”

“Then it would’ve been like when you made it and I didn’t. I 
would be busy with it, and have little time to get to know you.”

Jesus Christ! This girl was making life decision based on what I 
did or didn’t do! I sighed deeply.

“Does that bother you?”

“Yeah. You’d have been a great cheerleader this year. I’d have 
cheered from the stands just for you.”

“But we still wouldn’t get to spend time with each other ... 
other than the little time we would have between classes and 
stuff. And who knows if we’d see each other at all this year. Our 
classes could be too far away. We may not even have the same 
lunch time.”

“I wish we’d gotten to be better friends when you first moved 
here.”

“You were great helping me during tryouts last year. I liked you 
even before that though. I was surprised when you went out of 
your way to help me so much. You didn’t even know me.”

“I thought you were cool. I wanted to be your friend. I knew you 
had the talent to do it. And you almost made the squad then. I 
felt bad for you when you didn’t. You slipped up on a couple of 
drills is all. With a week or two more of practice, you would’ve 
known what to do.”

“Remember though, I was the new kid. I was trying to fit in and 
make new friends. You were one of the popular girls though. 
That’s hard to become a part of ... especially when you’re not 
into boys.”

“It sucks that I had so little spare time.”

“I was at every game and competition you cheered at, but it was 
hard to get any time to sit with you.”

“I always saw you there. I’m glad you were.”

I realized just how lonely she must’ve felt last year. I had so 
little time to spend with anyone during games. We only had a 
short break after halftime during football and basketball games, 
and my other friends usually were all around me then. At 
competitions, we had to sit together until our performance time, 
and then we mostly had to sit together afterwards until the 
awards were announced and we left.

“I wished I’d felt more at ease with your friends so I could’ve 
spent time with you when they could. I was just scared someone 
would pick up on me being a lesbian.”

“Well, you better not shy away this year, missy. Or I’ll come 
looking for you!”

“You’ll be spending all your time with Peter though.”

“I’m not going to forget my friends just because Peter is my 
boyfriend. Anyway, you’re Peter’s friend, too. So you can hang 
out with us anytime. And my other friends better get used to 
Peter being there with me.”

She apparently liked the things I was saying. She seemed to perk 
up and not seem so gloomy.

“I’m serious, Jennifer. If you shy away from me around my 
friends, I’m going to be all over you.”

“Maybe I should shy away from you then,” she said with a devilish 
grin.

“I like your devious mind. It reminds me of ... me,” I grinned.


******


We lay quietly together for a short time. I think we both could 
feel the sexual tension building between us.

“Mel, how do you feel now about me after telling you that I’m in 
love with you?”

“I’m cool with it. I’m still worried you’re going to get upset 
with me though,” I told her, scrunching my lips

“Because you don’t feel the same way?” I nodded. “I’m okay with 
it, Mel. You’re giving me what I crave the most anyway.”

“Girlie sex?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah. That too. But also something 
more important - your friendship.”

“I thought of you as a friend before knowing you were in love 
with me.”

“It’s different though now that you know. Mel. I can tell you 
anything ... and I know you won’t make fun of me. I can tell you 
my deepest thoughts and desires, and know you’ll listen and 
understand without judging me.”

She sure was putting a lot of faith in me. She still knew only a 
little bit about me. I guess she trusted what Peter had told her 
about me. She so wanted me to be a person she could spill her 
desires and dreams with, and I would do my best to be that for 
her. I just hoped she would be more careful in the future about 
that kind of thing. Plenty of people would be more than happy to 
string her along and then pull the rug from under her feet. I had 
to try to get her to understand that.

“Chica, you can trust me. But you seriously need to be careful 
about who you so easily trust.”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t trust you?”

“No. It’s just that there are jerks out there that could play 
you.”

“I know. I just have this gut feeling about you now.”

“You didn’t until this past Saturday.”

“I wanted for so long to believe I could trust you. I just didn’t 
have the courage to risk so much and be wrong. And then you were 
so mad at me, and I just blurted it out figuring I was going to 
lose you even as a friend if I didn’t. My only chance of keeping 
you as a friend was to tell you. If you’d outed me, it really 
wouldn’t have mattered anymore at that point because I would have 
already lost you.”

“I’m glad you went with your gut. And I promise you won’t ever 
regret it,” I said squeezing her hand.

We sat looking at each other for a few moments, lost in thought. 
I was beginning to feel something deeper for this girl. The 
feeling had been growing since Saturday.

“Chica, I’m falling in love with you,” I blurted out.

“But Peter ... Mel, I don’t want to ...”

I interrupted her, “It’s different. It’s something only you and I 
can have. I haven’t talked with Peter about it, but something 
tells me he probably already knows. It’s not a threat to him at 
all either. I’m not talking about ‘let’s get married’ kind of 
love.”

“I think I know what you mean.”

“I don’t know exactly how to describe it. I care deeply what 
happens to you, how you feel, that you’re happy. I want to make 
you happy if I can. I want to spend time with you ... and not 
just for sex. I want to goof off with you ... tell you my deepest 
thoughts ... scheme to do wild stuff with you ...”

“Maybe that’s more like what I feel for you,” she said. “You’re 
my first crush. I sit around thinking about you all the time it 
seems. Even knowing you’re in a relationship with Peter, I 
realized this morning that he isn’t competing with me. Or me with 
him. Maybe this is just how two very close friends feel for each 
other. It doesn’t hurt that we can be physically intimate 
either.”

I half-laughed softly at her. She understood. What I was feeling 
for her was the same thing I felt for Sarah, except Sarah and I 
had been this way since we were little. I felt a lot better 
because she knew we would not be lovers like Peter and I were. 
She would not get hurt by the kind of love that we shared. Peter 
wasn’t going to object to what Jennifer and I had going on. If 
so, he already would have been upset with what Sarah and I had 
together.

“So, you want to scheme with me?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“To do what?”

“Whatever is fun,” I grinned devilishly.

“And you think I could be devious?” she feigned innocence.

“I have this feeling about you ... that you could be just as wild 
and impulsive as me.”

“I’ve never done anything impulsive ... much.”

“Maybe not yet ...” I said, leaving it hanging out there for a 
few moments. “You didn’t hesitate to do anything Saturday.”

“You mean the fire tower?”

“Well, yeah ... but even earlier. We could’ve easily been 
discovered having sex in the alcove.”

“I wanted to do it, too. I didn’t really think about getting 
caught. Whatever you were gonna ...” she said before realizing I 
was right.

“Exactly!”

“I wouldn’t mind getting in trouble with you.”

“Or me with you ... but the key is not getting caught,” I 
replied, winking.

She glanced toward the open door and started grinning deviously.

“Has your Mom ever caught you fooling around with your friend 
before?”

I quickly wondered where she was going with this.

“Yeah. But like I said, she’s okay with me being into girls.”

“Did she see you kissing ... or having sex?”

“Both, I’m sure. I wasn’t aware of it at the time though.” Which 
was true. It was always afterwards that I was certain she had ... 
like when the door was unlocked when I was sure it had been 
locked. The webcam incident was a definite, but there was no way 
I could tell her about that without telling her way too much 
about the adults’ involvement with us kids.

“I kinda like the idea that I might get caught or seen,” she 
admitted.

So, my little lesbian friend is a bit of an exhibitionist! She 
will fit in nicely around here.

I slipped closer to her, my face very close to hers.

“How would you feel if Mom walked in right as I’m doing this,” I 
said, moving to kiss her quickly.

“A little embarrassed maybe.”

“What if she saw me doing this ...” I covered one of her boobs 
with my hand, squeezing it firmly.

“Really embarrassed.”

“What if she caught us doing this ...” I leaned in to kiss her 
passionately, our tongues dueling inside our mouths.

Breaking the kiss, she said, “Definitely embarrassed.”

I slid my hand from her boob to her soaking wet pussy. “What if 
she saw me fingering you?”

“I’d be mortified.”

“But she knows I play with girls.”

“She doesn’t know about me wanting girls only though.”

I knew that was going to have to change soon. If Jennifer found 
out on her own, what all Mom knew about her, I didn’t know if she 
would be happy with me ... even though Mom had discovered it on 
her own while watching us in the alcove.

“Would you mind if she saw you having sex with me?”

“I dunno ... I mean, if she is okay with you and your friend, I 
guess it wouldn’t matter if she knew about me. I’d be afraid 
she’d tell my parents.”

“Mom is cool. If we ask her not to, she wouldn’t.”

I then got a wicked idea. 

“Slide around a little,” I asked her, getting her situated so her 
feet were pointing directly at the door. I then straddled her 
chest. I reached down to slide my hands under her knees, lifting 
her legs up so that she was splayed wide open for anyone who came 
to the door.

“Would you mind if Mom saw you like this?”

“Mel!”

Just then I noticed Mom peeking around the edge of the door 
frame. I grinned and nodded to her. She smiled at me and moved 
into the opening of the door ... with a camera in her hand!

“Well, would you mind?” I asked, as Mom took a couple of steps 
closer, being as quiet as she could, pointing the camera directly 
at Jennifer’s spread open sexy pussy.

“She would probably think we were perverts!”

Well, yeah. But that didn’t answer the question.

“But do you think she’d mind that I had your sweet little pussy 
on display like this. It looks so wet. She’d know you were horny 
as fuck.”

“She probably would turn and leave, don’t you think?”

“Maybe, but what if she was intrigued ... and spied on us?”

“Your Mom would do that?”

“I would.”

“So would I, but we’re talking about your mother.”

“Like I just told you, she’s seen me doing stuff before ... even 
if it was just a peek.”

Mom stepped right up to the bed, pointing the camera less than a 
foot from her opening. I could see the lust on Mom’s face. I knew 
she wanted to have sex with Jennifer. She would lick her pussy 
right now if we could pull it off without Jennifer knowing. We 
would have to do a blindfold game with Jennifer soon. I would 
talk to Mom about getting it set up.

“Gawd, Mel!”

“You’re turned on thinking about her seeing you like this, aren’t 
you?”

“I guess ... yeah.”

“What if she saw me licking your cute little clit?”

“Mel, I’m so fucking turned on.”

“Do you want me to lick your hot little hole?”

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Will you lick mine too ... knowing my Mom might walk in on us 
and see your mouth pressed to her daughter’s pussy?”

“Anything, Mel!”

I then mouthed to Mom what I was about to do. She ducked down 
below the bed as I slid back until my pussy was at Jennifer’s 
mouth. She immediately began licking and sucking on my pussy 
lips. I lowered my head and returned the favor, but leaving my 
head just high enough for Mom to see what I was doing. I knew 
what she was going to do though.

As she raised up higher, knowing Jennifer couldn’t see around my 
butt, she focused the camera on my face and Jennifer’s hot little 
cunt. I did my best to give her the best show possible. The 
problem I had was that Jennifer was pushing me over the edge! 
This girl was a natural at eating pussy. I did my best to bring 
her off first. 

Her squeals were muffled against my pussy, which disappointed me. 
I was hoping Mom would’ve gotten the sound of her cumming better. 
Her body writhed under me though, and Mom got a good view of her 
hips rising and falling as I refused to let up on sucking her 
clit.

“Too much, Mel!” she urgently stated. I knew she was too 
sensitive then, and I moved my mouth away.

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“Gawd yes! But we’re gonna get caught! I bet your Mom heard 
that!”

“Mom is probably busy in the kitchen getting dinner ready,” I 
panted, winking again at Mom. She moved closer and surprised me 
by licking my lips, tasting Jennifer’s juices. I looked at her 
wide-eyed. She just smiled devilishly.

I then said, “It’s your turn to get me off.”

She responded by licking and sucking on my clit oh so good, 
generating low moans from me.

Mom focused the camera on my face. I knew what she wanted. She 
wanted a close-up of me in the throes of an orgasm. And Jennifer 
was getting me there very fast, too.

When my orgasm started, I just let go. I was conscious that I was 
being loud, but my only concern was enjoying the orgasm Jennifer 
gave me.

As I finally started to relax, I opened my eyes and noticed Mom 
had left the room. Jennifer was trying to push me off of her, 
desperately saying, “Move, Mel, before your Mom comes to the 
door!”

She finally was able to push me off her, sitting up to see if Mom 
would appear at the door.

“I told you she was probably fixing dinner, chica,” I said, still 
breathing heavily.

“I doubt it, girl. Not unless your Mom became deaf since we came 
upstairs.”

“Was I that loud?” I skittishly asked. Maybe Mom should pretend 
to come check on us to keep Jennifer from wondering why she 
didn’t!”

“The neighbors are probably calling the cops after all the noise 
you made.”

Shit. I was going to have to start wearing a muzzle.

“She probably just thought we were singing.”

“I hope not. I don’t sound like someone getting murdered when I 
sing.”

I bit my bottom lip, embarrassed.

Just then, Mom appeared at my door. 

“Mel, try to keep the volume down lower if you’re going to play 
Kelly Clarkson CDs.”

I busted out laughing, followed by Jennifer. Mom flashed a quick 
smile before going back downstairs.

Jennifer said, “I like Kelly Clarkson.”

“Me too, but Mom doesn’t,” I said, leaving it at that.

We talked some about music that we liked while listening to a few 
CDs. We told each other what we liked to read ... and other stuff 
like that. We were getting to know each other better.


******


After hanging out in my room for a few hours, Mom called us down 
to dinner. I was surprised we were eating in the dining room.

“Why so fancy tonight, Mom?” I softly asked her.

“I thought we’d make your girlfriend feel welcome,” she replied, 
taking a pinching of her side from me without complaining.

I could tell though that Jennifer was a bit uncomfortable with 
the scenario. We were in our formal dining room ... all of us 
naked. We had been naked with the Rayners the previous night, but 
we all knew each other quite intimately. While my parents had 
been around Jennifer some over the past, she still didn’t know my 
parents very well.

Then I realized why she was likely uncomfortable - my daddy. He 
hadn’t seen her nude since last summer, and her body had changed 
a good bit since then.

I whispered to Jennifer, “Anything wrong?”

“Not really. I’ll be alright.”

I watched Daddy a little closer to see if he was gawking at her 
any. Mom had certainly told him a good bit about the weekend. So, 
he had to know she wouldn’t be interested in fooling around with 
him. But she was very pretty to look at. He was being cool 
though.

Everyone finally settled in to eat. Jennifer was sitting next to 
me, and furthest away from Daddy.

Mom had gone out of her way to cook fried chicken and a bunch of 
veggies. She even baked some biscuits from scratch. I was going 
to have to invite Jennifer over all the time!

As we ate, I felt Jennifer’s foot caressing my calf. I quickly 
glanced at her and she kept a straight face. I figured she needed 
the contact for assurance. I looked at her and smiled.

Mom’s eyes caught mine, and she quickly glanced at Jennifer, then 
back at me. “Is everything okay, Jennifer?”

She blushed, but then looked straight into Mom’s face. “Thank 
you, Mrs. Livingston, everything is fine. It’s a great dinner. 
It’s just, this is the first time since we moved here that I have 
been invited to a friend’s home and then for dinner, too. So I’m 
just a little bit nervous.”

“We understand, but you can relax. You have known us for a little 
while and we think it’s great that you and our daughter have 
become friends,” Daddy said smiling at her. “And we do hope that 
you feel welcome and comfortable here with us.”

She looked a little more at ease. “I’m sure I will be soon with 
you all being so nice to me. I haven’t made many friends yet, so 
this is very special for me.”

Mom looked relieved, too. “Well then, just enjoy dinner, 
Jennifer. Everything else will fall into place.”

“How are your parents, Jennifer?” Daddy asked. “I haven’t seen 
them for a while.”

The conversation went on, a little strained perhaps, but Jennifer 
seemed to relax more. But her leg never left my calf the whole 
time we were sitting at the table.


******


After we ate a light dessert, we stood up to leave the dining 
room. Jennifer thanked Mom for the delicious dinner. She also 
thanked both of them for letting her come over and spend the 
night. They both told her she was welcome any time.

I told Jennifer to go on up to my room, that I needed to ask my 
parents about something. Jennifer excused herself and headed 
upstairs. I helped Mom with clearing the table.

“Mom, when Jamie gets home, can you please tell him to not bother 
Jennifer?”

“You think he’ll be humping her leg?”

“It’s not her leg he wants to hump. Plus, he’ll get drool all 
over the place.” Mom chuckled.

“I understand, sweetie. I’ll tell him to give you girls some 
privacy tonight. Who knows? Maybe Sarah will have worn him out.”

“Yeah, like that is even possible,” I sarcastically replied.

“I promise he won’t bother you two girls.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

The earlier conversation with Jennifer was still on my mind. I 
decided to talk to Mom about it while I had her alone.

“Mom, Jennifer asked me if I’d told you about her ... that she 
was into girls. I told her I had. She got really upset thinking 
you might tell her parents, or might have already. I told her she 
could trust you as much as me. But still ...”

“Do you think I need to talk to her?”

“I dunno. Maybe. She’d probably feel better about things if you 
did.”

“Maybe I should tell her I’m into girls as well.”

“I wouldn’t tell her about young girls ...”

“Not yet ... but eventually.”

“I’ll leave that to you. I don’t know how she would react, 
especially right now.”

“I’ll let her know she can trust me not to hurt her, but you and 
I both know her parents already know.”

“Yeah. Telling her that will be tricky.”

“It actually might be best if I told her that ... so we could 
discuss it. Let me think about it.”

“You’re probably right,” I agreed.

“There is one more thing, Melissa, that you should know. So far 
the Prestons haven’t been involved with you kids, and neither 
have their kids been involved with any adults. So unless I get a 
go-ahead from Janet and Carl, I won’t do anything with Jennifer 
anyways. That’s always been a rule for me and your father, and 
our friends: Only do something with one of the kids if his or her 
parents approve.

“But Mrs. Preston did paddle me and finger my cooch!” I objected.

“She had talked with me beforehand and asked my permission. Ever 
since they saw the video of Bob with you, Janet and Carl have 
wanted to have fun with you as well. And you were her first, 
sweetie. Janet wanted to find out how she felt about it.” Mom 
grinned.

“You mean how she felt about playing with a young teen girl?” I 
asked. “She definitely got into it. But she also found out I 
wasn’t really too crazy about getting butt whoopings for the fun 
of it.”

“And you telling her quite openly that you didn’t like getting 
paddled by her spooked her a bit. So, after you left their cabin, 
Janet and Carl talked about it, and they decided to back off a 
little for now.”

“Oh,” I replied, scrunching my face. “I mean, the butt whooping 
wasn’t really a deal breaker. I just didn’t like that part too 
much. I was fine with her doing other stuff with me, what little 
we did. I didn’t mean to scare her off.”

“Don’t worry. She won’t hold it against you. Colleen had told 
Janet that you liked to try things. And Janet and I had talked 
about it before she asked you to come by their cabin. The 
Prestons are thinking about involving their kids and becoming 
involved with you kids. But they’ve held off not knowing how to 
handle things with Jennifer.”

She looked at me for a moment. “Since you and Jennifer are 
becoming better friends, and obviously continuing to have sex 
together, the Prestons are thinking about it again.”

“They already know we had sex today?” I asked, incredulously.

“It may have come up when I was talking on the phone while you 
two were playing CDs,” she replied, acting oh so innocently about 
it.

“You are such a bad mommy!” I playfully growled, smiling as I 
shook my head at her.

“Anyway ... so they are waiting to see how things go between you 
and her tonight ... and when Sarah gets involved with Jennifer, 
too.”

Crap. I controlled Jennifer and Derek’s fate when it came to 
their getting involved with a bunch of adult perverts that liked 
having sex with underage kids. No pressure, I sarcastically said 
to myself.

I decided to tell her about another thing I was very concerned 
about.

“Mom, if I have sex with them, I don’t want things to get like 
they were with Sarah.”

I saw the understanding in her eyes.

“We’ll talk about it, and figure out the best thing to do.”

Daddy then joined us in the kitchen. “I think Jennifer is 
enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, and so is Mom.” I teased her.

Daddy then asked, “Melissa, do you have any plans for Wednesday 
night?”

“Well, if it’s alright with you, Doris invited me to spend the 
night with them after the youth group.”

“So you’ll be gone then?”

“I guess. Why?”

Mom replied, “We’d like to ask Pam and Peter to come over and 
spend the night with us ... if that is alright with you?”

“Peter?”

“I have a birthday present I want to give him, and I can’t give 
it to him tomorrow night,” Mom smiled.

I suddenly felt jealous. She wanted to have my boyfriend to spend 
the night so she could fuck him. But I shook off the feeling 
quickly as I realized I would be sleeping with Doris and her 
husband. It only seemed fair. Plus, he had been a good boyfriend 
lately ... even if we had only been hooked a few days.

“That’s cool,” I answered. “But Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I want you to give him your gift in my room ... in my bed,” I 
said. “And please do take good care of him.” I smiled deviously 
at her.

She hugged me. “I promise.”

“And Mom, don’t ask him to butt fuck you. Okay? I’d like to be 
his first for that.”

Our eyes locked for several seconds. It became obvious she had 
had exactly that in mind. Daddy watched us closely. She finally 
relented. She sighed and then said, “Alright, if you insist.”

“Thanks, Mom.” I smiled.

“Oh, and Daddy,” I said, turning to him. “You better take good 
care of Pam. I don’t want to get a bad review from her.”

“I’ll do my best, baby girl,” he said wrapping his arm around me 
... pulling me to him ... kissing me.

I slipped my tongue between his lips and the kiss became rather 
passionate right in front of Mom.

“Where’s mine?” Mom asked, feigning being neglected. I went out 
of my way to put on a show of kissing her ardently. Our mouths 
were twisting together as Mom got into it as well.

“Uh hmm,” Daddy quickly uttered to get our attention. “Let’s not 
forget we have a guest in the house.”

I looked squeamishly at both of them. “Sorry.”

Mom leaned in and softly said, “I’m not ... and neither is your 
father.”

I followed her gaze to his rock hard cock.

“I guess I better had go upstairs,” I said, looking between Mom’s 
face and Daddy’s rigid erection.

“And stay upstairs for a while,” Daddy replied as I started to 
step between the two of them toward the stairs. Just as I was 
between them, they both popped the nearest butt cheek to them, 
causing me to step more quickly. I glanced back at them both with 
a playful but sinister look.

“Mom, Daddy?”

“What is it, baby girl?”

“You guys are uber cool.”

“Oh, so we reached uber status, huh?” Daddy inquiringly asked.

“You’re the uberist.”

“That’s not even a word ...” Daddy started to say.

Mom interrupted him, grabbing his hard cock. “It is now, dear. 
Just say thank you to our daughter, the linguist.”

“Thank you, sweetie.” 

I just giggled as I turned and went upstairs. I knew what they 
would be doing for a while.


******


Jennifer was waiting on my bed for me. “Thanks for inviting me 
over. Your parents are too cool.”

“They aren’t so bad. They’re on the best behavior though since 
you’re here.”

“I hope you’ll think my parents are just as cool.”

“I’m sure they are.” I replied. “By the way, Peter will be coming 
over soon.”

She looked disappointed, but then moved to straddle my lower back 
and began massaging me.

“What are you doing?”

“Just getting you ready for more sex.”

“Cool,” I replied.

I lay there enjoying her hands on me. She was pretty good at 
massages. She was making me wet. I’d have to ask her about that 
sometime. After working my shoulders very nicely, she worked her 
way slowly down my body. I could feel wetness from her pussy on 
my lower back where it was pressing against me. That made me even 
wetter.

Then she slipped further back until she was squatting somewhat on 
the back of my thighs. Her hands proceeded to massage my butt. 
She was still taking her time as well. Gawd she had such soft 
gentle hands. Then she placed her legs between mine, squatting 
down again, forcing my legs to spread far apart.

She scrunched down on the bed a little more before she leaned 
down and began kissing, licking and nipping my butt cheeks. I 
moaned for her, letting her know I was enjoying everything 
immensely. Then I felt her tongue on my asshole. 

“Oh Gawd, yes, girl!” I exclaimed, drawing the words out just 
like the feelings she was giving me.

She didn’t say anything though. She just kept licking and 
prodding at my tight puckered hole. Then her hands moved to 
either side of it, pulling my cheeks apart further. Her tongue 
was slipping inside my butt, into my rectum a little. She pressed 
her mouth tighter to me, working her tongue further inside. She 
was tongue fucking my butt!

She kept at it for the longest time, longer than anyone had ever 
spent even licking against my back opening. I came several times 
while she did it as well. She rode me through them though, 
keeping her mouth pressed tightly around my asshole.

Finally she pulled away. I laid there panting hard for a short 
time.

“Did you like that,” Jennifer asked.

“Duh!” I replied, breathing hard still.

“I thought you might,” she said. I looked back at her. She was 
flexing her jaw some, but she smiled sweetly at me. 

I reached for her arm and pulled her down to lay beside me. I 
passionately kissed her, licking her mouth and lips. I sucked on 
her tongue, knowing where it had been.

Finally, I laid my head on her chest, enjoying the closeness. We 
laid there quietly for a few minutes. She brushed my hair with 
her fingers the whole time. Even that felt wonderful.

“Mel?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“What are you going to do with Peter here?”

I smiled to myself.

“Well, I have a few things in mind, and I’m sure you will like 
them, too.”


(continued in chapter 36)

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