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Girlfriend (MF, FF, M+F+ inc )
by deirdre


The sounds were obvious.  No chance of misunderstanding what was
going on.  I looked at my mother, a little amused.  She had just come
in the house with me and the house was filled with the obvious
sounds of two people *making* it.  Mom was in a panic--as if my
innocence was about to be corrupted or something.

"Go to your room," she said in a desperate voice.  She didn't yell
loudly though--it seemed she didn't want the couple to hear her.

"Mom!"

"Just *Go*!"  I could tell she was losing it.  No longer was she
keeping her voice down.  She wasn't really mad at me, she just
wanted to protect me from, well, listening to two people get it on.  I
went.  "*Shut your door!*" came the final cry when I was in my room.
I just did it.

Finally!  I was again sheltered from the decadence and corruption.  In
the form of my brother, Bill, and his girlfriend, Kate.  Even with my
door shut, I could easily make out Mom's footsteps to Bill's room.

Kate was really something.  Bill had only been going with her for a
week and he brought her home a couple of times.  Kate was tall and
slender, and really sexy, and she always wore black tights and a
miniskirt.  She was smiling and friendly some of the time, but she
often gave us these sly looks that made you feel like she was up to
something.  In a way it didn't surprise me that she and Bill were
doing it.  She seemed like the sort of person who would be more than
willing, if she didn't instigate it herself.

I lay on my bed thinking.  I didn't hear any more noises.  Mom hadn't
come up and told me I could go out.  I thought about leaving and then
figured I'd just lay awhile just to let things settle down.  If there
were something important, like dinner, Mom would call.  I just lay
there and thought.

I didn't usually think of the idea of Bill having sex with his
girlfriends, but I knew he might well have been doing it for a while,
for years even.  Then again, I couldn't imagine our older sister, Ellen
having sex and she had been married to Ken for three years.  I heard a
noise outside.  I went to the window and saw Bill walking away.  I
figured it was *safe* for me around the house, but I guess I was a
little perturbed at Mom.  I just went back to my bed and lay down
some more.

It was hard to imagine that Ellen knew more about being with a guy
than I did--she just never the type that you could imagine with a
guy.  I guess a little part of me imagined that they never did it, as
stupid as that idea is.  I lay there and wondered if Mom had forgotten
she had sent me to my room.  I knew it must be OK to leave--
obviously nothing was happening, and Bill was gone so Mom wouldn't
be in the middle of any lecture with him.  I hadn't seen Kate at all.  I
got up and opened my door.  I didn't hear anything.  I went out,
heading for the kitchen.  Bill's door was open a crack when I walked
by.  I glanced in--and there was Mom!

She was *naked*!  Well, she had only her bra on!  She was just
standing in the middle of the room, facing away from me, not
moving, naked!  Her body, including her rear, right there to see!  In
Bill's room!  I quickly and quietly moved out of view.  What was going
on?  My heart was beating hard.  I quietly looked back.  She was still
standing there, the same!  I cautiously peeked further around the
door.  Kate was there too!  She was sitting on the side of Bill's bed,
behind Mom and was looking away from me!  She was wearing her
blouse and black tights but no skirt.  She reached for Mom's rear,
slipped her fingers between Mom's legs and started rubbing!  I saw
Mom's shoulders start to go up and down with her breathing!  I
couldn't believe what I was seeing!  I drew back from the door and
stood there, my heart beating, trying to control my breathing.  I
looked again.  Mom was breathing even harder, but was still standing
right there!  I quietly left, going back to my room.  I shut my door
quietly and went back and lay on my bed.

I just stared at the ceiling.  Thinking of Bill and Kate was *nothing*
compared to *this*!  What was going on?  Mom had been mad at Bill
and Kate for doing it.  Or at least for being so obvious about it.

I had never been faced with the idea of Mom having sex.  She dated
seldom and when she did, it usually seemed so casual and innocent.
And sex with a woman!  It was the last thing in the world I'd expect
from Mom!

The door to my room opened.  I looked.  It was Kate.  She approached
my bed and looked down at me.

"Getting yourself an eyeful," she said.  She knew I had seen.  I just
stared at her.  "Thinking about what you saw?"  She smiled.  She had
this unique smile, as if she were hiding something but also as if she
were sharing a wicked secret.  It was a contradiction.  Her smile
made me nervous.

"Are you ready?"  She was sitting beside me.  I didn't know what she
meant.  She leaned over until her face was over mine.  Still that
enigmatic smile.  Her lips touched mine.  I wasn't pushing her away.
I wasn't kissing her either, but I wasn't pushing her away.  Why
wasn't I pushing her away?  She drew away and sat up again.  Still
that smile.  I waited for her to kiss me again.  What would I do?
Instead she stood up.  "Still a shy little thing," she finally said. She
left.  She was still wearing the tights and the blouse.  I watched her
body as she left.  Why was I watching her body so closely?

I just lay in bed, still thinking.  It was dark out, but still early.  I
heard people come in.  Bill?  Ellen and Ken?  There was talking.  I
still lay there.  Mom would surely get me soon.  Could I face her?
She wouldn't know that I saw.  But it was so dangerous of her to do
something like that with me in the house if she wanted to be sure I
wouldn't know!

I got tired of waiting.  I got up.  My room was dark.  I opened my door
quietly and the hall was dark.  I went out.  Bill's room's door was
open and no one was in it.  I continued walking.  I came to the dining
room.

They were there!  And I couldn't believe my eyes!  All five of them
were naked except Mom had her bra on!  Mom was on her hands and
knees and Ken was kneeling behind her, doing her from behind!  And
Bill was kneeling in front of her and she had his cock in her mouth!
Both the guys were pushing in and out!   Kate was sitting on the edge
of the dining table and Ellen was kneeling between her legs, licking
her!  Ellen's hands were tied together behind her!  Kate saw me and
smiled at me!  She picked up the handle of a whip that was next to
her on the dining table.  She held it out to me and gestured toward
Ellen's rear.

I ran back to my room and lay on my bed again, staring at the ceiling.
I couldn't believe what I'd seen.  I slipped my fingers into the front
of my pants and fingered myself.
