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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.



   Memories







   Part II



   Mike woke up Saturday morning with a beautiful woman in his bed.  He
tried to feel guilty but he couldn't.  It had been too wonderful and Sara
had obviously enjoyed it as much as he.  He looked around and realized they
had fallen asleep in Sara's room.  It looked so innocent in the bright
light of morning.  He looked down at her, so beautiful in sleep, so
innocent looking herself.  She was still asleep so he rolled from bed and
went about getting ready for the day.



   He was fixing breakfast when she strolled into the kitchen wearing one
of his shirts and the look of a satisfied woman.  "Morning," she said.



   "Good morning," he said smiling.  "Breakfast?"



   "I'm starving.  Somebody made me burn a lot of calories last night," she
said.



   "Complaining?"



   "No, glorying in it.  Let's do it again," she said.



   "Now?" he asked.



   "After breakfast," she said sliding into her chair at the table.



   Mike looked at Sara, She looked so happy.  He struggled one last time
with the accepted mores.  He couldn't find it in himself to deny Sara the
happiness she so obviously felt and desired.  With that, the social bans
were dispelled.  He and she were outside the normal.  There wasn't anything
wrong with being different as long as they both were happy and not harming
anyone else.



   After breakfast Sara went and cleaned up.  Mike went into the den and
watched Florida trounce Tennessee.  Phil Fulmer had one good year and that
was years ago.  'It's about time to get a new coach,' Mike thought.



   Sara came in a while later and snuggled into the easy chair with Mike.
They sat in companionable silence watching the game.  During a commercial
Mike said, "You know we never did settle the dating question."



   Sara looked up at her father, "But, how can we now?"



   "Lots of ways.  We can agree to you dating boys and we can still agree
to be here for each other.  I mean, I wouldn't worry as much if you knew
you could crawl in bed with me after a date.  It might keep you from doing
something in the heat of passion."



   Sara looked at Mike.  "You just want the boys to do your work for you.
They romance me and you get the benefit when I get home," she said poking
him in the ribs.



   "Hey, nobody said I was stupid," he said laughing.  "Seriously, I think
dating others would be good for you and for me.  We can't marry, and some
day you are going to want to find that special guy."



   "You are special," she said.



   "I know, but I mean the guy who can be the father of your children.  You
need to date and find out how to find that guy.  You need experience
meeting and evaluating men, or you will make a mistake later.  And I need
to erase seventeen years of not living," he said.



   "But you won't have sex, will you?" she asked.



   "If you make and keep the same promise," he said.



   "Deal," she said.  "Okay, you call Cathy and take her out and I won't be
too jealous."



   He smiled, "And you bat your eyes at that tall blonde kid and tell me
how handsome he is until he asks you out."



   "Josh," she said.  "No, not him.  Maybe Regi.  He's cute."



   Mike laughed, "Go for the cute ones now.  But remember, the cute ones
wind up working for the nerds."



   *****



   Mike called Cathy that afternoon.  Cathy was shocked that Mike was
calling, so sure she was that he never had any real interest.  Curious, she
decided to accept to see what the heck was behind it all.



   They went to dinner and a movie followed by a shared piece of pie.  Mike
was fun and attentive.  Cathy had a wonderful time.  When he dropped her
off they stood on her porch.  She felt like a teenager again waiting and
wondering.  He didn't disappoint her leaning in for a kiss which turned
passionate.  She almost asked him to take her somewhere that very night.



   It was a few days later that Sara was over studying with Samantha. 
After they were done, Cathy engaged the girls in conversation.  "Sara, what
did you do to your father?  That was the best date I've ever been on."



   Sara hadn't been expecting the question so she had no lie prepared. 
Instead she blushed and mumbled.



   Like any good mother Cathy knew she had found a string that needed
pulling until it unraveled.  "Hmm, it seems there is something you need to
tell me."



   Sara glanced guiltily at Samantha, then at Cathy.  She shook her head.
Cathy had become the mother Sara didn't have.  As she grew, it was Cathy
who was there to help her with her questions.  Cathy had gone with her to
buy her first bra.  Cathy was the person who answered her questions at
menarche.  She was like a mom, and Sara emotionally regarded her that way.
So Cathy had the advantage all mothers have: guilt, fear and respect.



   "Sara, what just made you blush?" she asked levelly but with that little
bit of oomph mothers have.



   "I can't tell you," she said the blush deepening.



   "I asked you what you did to your dad and that's what made you blush. 
You did something to break him out of the past.  Was it what I said that
gave you the idea?" Cathy asked.



   Sara nodded.



   "What would make a man who was unhappily locked in the past for years
suddenly seem happy and cheerful and so full of fun?" Cathy stared at Sara
willing her to tell.



   "It wasn't on purpose.  It just happened," Sara blurted out.



   "Well, then you can't be blamed.  What happened?" Cathy asked.



   Sara couldn't believe she had blurted it out.  She hadn't really, but
since she felt the secret so plainly she felt like she already had.  "I was
just going to pretend like I was mom, you know, and I would shock him into
the present."



   Cathy was no one's fool.  She already suspected what might have happened
based on Sara's behavior and the clues.  "Okay, start at the beginning and
tell me what happened."



   Sara did.  She told about her plans to simulate Hailey.  How well it all
seemed to be going.  Then, Sara told the two women how it just sort of went
off the rails.  Cathy was a good listener, encouraging and never showing
shock or opinion.  Sara explained how her dad had been shocked when he came
back and how she had to convince him not to be.  She finished her story
with their agreement to let the incident fade into the past.  Sara didn't
mention their later agreement.



   That's when Samantha finally said something.  "Oh my God.  That's
disgusting." Sara felt the tears start.



   Cathy laughed, "Do be quiet, Samantha.  Like you're so perfect."



   "Mom," Samantha yelled.



   "Okay, you want truth.  How about this.  Have you ever fantasized about
your brother?" Cathy gave her the mom stare.  Now it was Samantha's turn to
blush.  "Okay, now we have that settled."



   "But we never did anything," Samantha said.



   "So don't be jealous that Sara did," Cathy said.  Samantha's mouth hung
open and no sounds came out.



   "You don't think I'm awful?" Sara asked.



   "No dear.  That was one of the bravest things I've ever heard.  You
saved your father's life and I think he realizes it.  Even though he was
physically alive, in fact he was dead to this world.  I can't believe the
change in him.  I admit, it isn't the recommended therapy, but it sure
worked," Cathy said.



   Samantha still looked confused and Sara a bit daunted.  "Okay, it's time
for you girls to learn a little about the world.  When it comes to sex the
real world is nothing like the world people talk about.  People lie about
sex and keep hidden what they really do.  And the two biggest things they
lie about are adultery and incest.  There is a lot of adultery and there is
way more incest than people admit." Cathy paused and looked at the girls.
She had their attention and she could see she was challenging their
preconceived notions.  They both had that unsettled look people get when
they begin to realize their unquestioned assumptions might just not be
right.  "My first time was with my brother."



   "Mom!" Samantha screamed.  "With Uncle Jack?"



   Cathy nodded.  "I am just glad your brother is off at college now.  I
suspect there would be a little nighttime activity now." Samantha's blush
confirmed Cathy's thought.



   To Sara, "Would you mind sharing your father with an older woman?"



   Sara was surprised that Cathy would want to date her father now that she
knew.  "You still want to date dad?"



   "Absolutely.  We had a great time.  I had to hold back from dragging him
into my bed that night," Cathy said.



   "MOM!" Samantha shouted.  "I don't want to hear that.  That is like, way
too much information."



   Cathy laughed.  "Excuse me, but how do you think you came along.  Your
dad and I had to go at it for six months before I caught.  Of course, that
was a great six months."



   Samantha was blushing furiously and even Sara laughed nervously. 
Samantha gave Sara a look which made Cathy and Sara laugh harder.  "I can't
help it I'm the only one to save herself," she said righteously.



   "Oh please.  You just didn't have the courage or you would have sneaked
into your brother's room just like I did when I was your age," Cathy said.
Again, Samantha's blush confirmed it.  Cathy turned back to Sara, "So, is
it okay if I date your dad?"



   Sara had to make a decision.  If her dad was going to have sex with
anyone, she thought Cathy should be the one.  She was practically her mom
anyway.  Smiling, Sara said.  "Yeah, I guess.  Just don't tell us all the
details."



   Samantha seconded that, "Yeah, no details."



   Cathy picked up the phone, "Hi Mike.  How about you taking me out
Saturday?" A pause.  "No, she's here and she told me it was okay for her
almost mom to date her real dad." Another pause.  "I'm looking forward to
it." She hung up the phone.



   Cathy looked at Sara, "Still okay?"



   She nodded, "Have fun but no details." They all laughed.



   *****



   The date went off as planned.  Cathy and Mike both had fun.  On the way
home Cathy had Mike pull off the road and into a quiet park.  They found a
place dark and isolated.  After Mike had turned off the motor the only
sounds were those of the night insects.



   "Okay, I think we need to put everything on the table," Cathy said. 
Mike nodded.  "I had a talk with Sara."



   Mike said, "Sara told me."



   "How much?" Cathy asked.



   "Well, she told me about telling you and Samantha about what happened
with us.  She also told me about you and your brother and about Samantha
fantasizing about her brother.  I was kind of thunderstruck.  I mean..."



   Cathy cut in, "Mike, it happens a lot.  Nobody talks about it but it
happens a lot.  I think what Sara did was one of the bravest and most
intuitive things I've ever heard of a seventeen-year-old doing.  It
probably saved your life."



   "I know it.  I am so proud of her," Mike said.



   "And I get to benefit," Cathy said.  "Did she tell you what I said after
our date?"



   Mike nodded, "Uh, yes."



   Her hand snaked into his lap and found his cock.  She started massaging
it and it quickly responded.  Mike was jittery and there was something that
puzzled Cathy.  She remembered what it was.  "I was surprised that Sara let
me date you.  I would have thought that a normal woman would have wanted
you to herself." She waited but there was only silence.



   He was holding something back.  "There is something else?" He said
nothing telling her that there was.  "I could always use my mom tactics on
Sara."



   "Dammit woman," he swore without malice.  Grabbing her hand he said,
"Stop, so I can think."



   Laughing, "That's why I was doing this so the blood would run south and
you couldn't think and would just answer my question."



   "Witch," he said, both of them laughing.  "Sara didn't finish the story.
She thought about it for several days, then told me she didn't want to
stop."



   "Makes sense," Cathy said.  "I sure didn't let my brother stop at once."



   "Yes, well," Mike said.  "We didn't stop at one either."



   Cathy kept stroking Mike's cock which was hard in his pants.  "Exactly
what was your agreement when Sara let you date?"



   "Um, that she wouldn't be cut off."



   "Little vixen.  She's willing to share but not get cut off," Cathy said.
Squeezing his cock, "Well, I can see why.  And I did ask if I could share.
Share it is." She fished his cock out of his pants as she also pushed her
underwear off.



   "You know, we are too old for this car seat crap.  We'll need to find a
better place," as she straddled his lap.  She held his cock straight up and
settled over him his cock sliding deep into her pussy.  "It's been too
long," Cathy moaned as she ground down around the base of his cock.



   "Oh God, Cathy.  You feel so good," Mike moaned.



   "As good as Sara?  You don't have to answer that," she said giggling,
her head by his ear.  "I just want a good fuck," as she began fucking
herself on Mike's cock.



   And that's what she gave herself.



   *****



   When he got home he slipped into his bedroom only to find Sara asleep in
his bed.  He undressed quickly and was about to go into the bath for a
quick shower when she rolled over and saw him.



   "Hi Daddy."



   "Hi."



   "How was the date?" she asked.



   "Fine," he said.  "I was about to take a shower."



   "Why?" Sara asked.  "Just come to bed." He hesitated.  She patted the
bed next to her.



   Mike crawled in and rolled away.  Sara snuggled up behind, her hand
coming over to find his cock.  It was sticky with cum.



   "Oh, I see.  Cathy did have a good time," she said.



   "Sara," he said.



   "Where did you take Cathy?"



   "Center park," he said.



   "You guys did it in the car?" she asked astonished.



   "Sara," he tried again to stop her questioning.



   "You could have come home," she said rubbing in the salt.



   "And find you in my bed," he said.



   "I would have moved over," she said.



   Mike knew she was teasing him now.  "Next time I will.  Now I want to go
to sleep."



   "Tired you out, huh?" she asked.



   He knew there was no answer to that.  He switched out the light.



   Sara snuggled back up to him.  "I love you."



   Mike smiled.  "I love you too, sweetie.  Good night."



   "I'm glad you and Cathy had fun.  You know I really think of her as
almost a mom," she said.



   "I know.  Let's get some sleep."



   *****



   The next night Sara and Samantha were studying together.  Okay, really
they were talking about school, boys, and what girls were doing what with
whom.  There was a pause, then Samantha said, "I think my mom and your dad
did it."



   Sara laughed.  "Did what?"



   "Sara!  You know.  Did IT."



   "You mean fucked?" Sara asked.



   Samantha blushed, "Yes."



   "I know they did.  When my dad came home I was sleeping in his bed, He
took off his clothes and crawled into bed.  So, I rolled over and reached
for his cock and it was all sticky with cum," she said.



   Samantha's face had developed a more and more disbelieving look as Sara
told her story.  "Gross.  You felt his thing after they did it?"



   Sara was beginning to realize how much she had changed since she had
started having sex.  She was looking at things like a woman, not like an
ignorant little girl.  "Samantha, quit calling it a thing and quit saying,
did it.  They fucked and it's a cock.  Jeez.  You'd think we were in eighth
grade."



   Samantha's mouth opened but nothing came out.  She could tell her friend
was serious and combined with basically the same admonition she had
received from her mom, Samantha found herself having to reconsider just
what she thought.  It would take a few days, but the process had started.



   "It's just hard to imagine Mom having sex.  I don't know why...  I
guess, I just don't think of her like that," Samantha said.



   "Yeah, I mean, I would never thought about my dad and sex until, well,
it just sort of happened."



   "You really didn't mean to do it?" Samantha asked.



   "No, I was totally surprised," Sara said.



   "And you don't think your dad, well, wanted to do it with you?"



   "God, Samantha, if you saw his face when he came back you'd know.  I was
scared.  He looked so...  I don't, disgusted with himself.  I know he
didn't think it was me.  He really thought it was mom," Sara said.



   There was a moment of silence as they both thought.  "So, would you do
it with your brother?" Sara asked.



   "Now you're saying do it," Samantha accused.



   "Just so you don't freak," Sara teased her.



   "Fine." Then she paused as she really thought about what Sara had asked.
It was a part of the inner dialogue that had started minutes before.  "I
don't know.  I might," she said.



   "Would you do it with my dad?" Sara asked.



   "Sara!  You and Mom are both already..." she ran out of words as she
looked at her best friend asking her if she would fuck her father.  "He
wouldn't.  Would he?"



   "You're pretty hot.  I think he would if you handled it right," she
said.



   Samantha's eyes gazed off into some distant thought.  Sara let her be
for the moment.



   The moment was broken by Cathy coming into the study.  "What are you
guys doing?"



   "I was just asking Samantha if she would like to fuck my dad." Sara
said.



   Cathy was taken aback, expecting some non-committal teenager answer to
her question like, `Nuthin.' She saw Samantha blush so it probably was what
they were talking about.  "Oh," Cathy said as she perched on the sofa.



   "Samantha, do you want to have sex with Mike?" Cathy asked.



   Samantha blushed a deep red.  "I don't know.  I mean, it just seems
weird that I'd have sex with Sara's dad while you both are having sex with
him."



   "If neither of us were having sex with him, would you then?" Cathy
asked.



   Samantha thought about that for a few moments.  "I suppose..."



   "Okay, you want to have sex with Mike but you don't know about how it
would all work," Cathy summarized.



   "It sounds weird when you put it that way, Mom.  But I suppose that's
true," Samantha said.  "I mean, when Sara talks about how good it feels and
I've never done it." She turned to Sara, "Don't say anything." She turned
back to Cathy, "Never had sex." Sara giggled as Samantha continued, "I do
want to find out what it's like.  Is Mike a good lover?  I mean, Sara only
has one experience and I was just wondering if Mike..." Samantha stumbled
and looked at Sara realizing it might look like she was running down Sara's
dad.



   Sara turned to Cathy, "He sure seems great to me.  But Samantha's right.
Is Dad good?"



   Samantha breathed a sigh of relief that Sara hadn't taken offense.



   Cathy took a deep breath.  "Listen girls.  I'm not exactly the town
slut. I've had a few different lovers, don't ask how many because I'll
lie." They all giggled.  "But in my limited experience, Mike is great.  If
you wanted a good lover for your first experience, I think Mike would
probably be as good as you could get."



   "But how would I..." Samantha blushed as she looked at her mother.



   "If you are asking me how to seduce a man, that is the easy part.  They
did a study where an attractive woman randomly asked men if they wanted to
date her.  Fifty percent said yes.  When she randomly asked men if they
wanted to take her back to her apartment and have sex, seventy-five percent
said yes and the rest asked for a rain check since their girlfriend or wife
was waiting for them.  As long as the guy isn't worried about `getting
caught' you can seduce him," Cathy said.



   "No way," Sara and Samantha both said.



   Cathy nodded, "Way.  So the question is, do you want to seduce Mike?"



   Samantha looked at Sara.  "Do it," Sara said laughing.



   "I can't believe you are telling me to seduce your own dad," Samantha
said.



   Sara laughed, "Why not?  He'll like it and I know you'll like it."



   Samantha looked at Cathy.  Cathy told her, "It's up to you.  You are old
enough to make up your own mind.  You just have to have the responsibility
to take the bad with the good." Cathy looked at her daughter and waited.



   "I think I'd like to," Samantha said.



   Sara threw her arms around her friend, "That's cool." She pulled back,
"Operation get Samantha laid starts today." The girls laughed while Cathy
shook her head, a smile on her face.







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