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 Deanna by: Dr.  Paco Jones
   copyright 2012
   Chapter 6 Tara Returns
   Deanna had told me about it about 3 weeks ago so I made sure that I had
my 'work' caught up so that I could take a few months to pay attention to
her mother.  There were always projects, but some could wait, and it wasn't
like I was running out of money.
   We were on our way to the airport to pick her up and Deanna had made
sure she dressed appropriately for a 16 year old.  Her sixteenth birthday
party had been about 5 months ago and everyone had a great time.  Suffice
it to say she fucked me silly.
   My young lover is the greatest piece of ass I'd ever experienced, and
she worked at maintaining that status.  We 'experimented' with different
things all the time.  Some were ok, and some weren't, but in the end she
always wanted it on her back so that we could look into each other's eyes
as we physically expressed our true love for each other.
   I'd bought her a nice little Miata for her birthday.  The scariest time
in a 'parent's' life is when their child starts driving.  There are some
pretty whacked out, piss poor drivers out there.
   I taught performance driving in one of my earlier lives and was totally
incapable of teaching a beginner.  I thought Deanna was going to kill me
after about 3 hours, so I hired a good friend that was in the business to
give her 'basic training'.  Now that she has the basics down, I take her to
the track at least once a month for some "advanced" instruction.
   She's learning her lessons fairly well and is contemplating racing cars,
which isn't something I relish for her as a former driver, but I would not
stand in her way if that were the track she wanted to take.
   It's an extremely hard way to make a living, so I'm hoping it's just a
passing thing and she'll go in another direction.  I don't need the next
'Go-Daddy Girl' living with me.  Danica Patrick and others have proven that
women can compete with the boys at the highest level of the sport (or
should I say business?).  It's not really a sport anymore - no professional
'sport' is.
   I wouldn't stand in her way, but I'd certainly try to discourage her. 
She just doesn't have that 'killer instinct' needed to succeed in big time
auto racing.
   Now, if she wanted to do some club racing, that's a different story. 
I'd probably join her just for fun.  My reflexes are just as good as
they've always been, and quite honestly they're a whole lot better than
hers, which is another reason I'd try to steer her away from racing
professionally.  To do that your reflexes have to be faster than greased
lightning and mine still are.
   We made the turn into the airport drive and looked for the short term
parking closest to Tara's airline gates.  Dee was beside herself with
excitement.  Tara had extended her stay by a month so she'd been gone just
over 13 months, but in doing that she was going to be able to stay an extra
month or two before having to return.
   If Tara kept up the way she was doing, she would be able to retire
before she was 40, so she really only needed to work another 10 years just
having turned 30.
   Yes, She was very young when Deanna was born, but she has always put her
daughter at the forefront and I believe that if she hadn't been able to
find someone to look after her for the time she was gone, she'd have either
taken her along, which wasn't really an option given the political
situation where she was, or would have just taken a different position in
the company.
   She was very grateful that I'd do it, but knowing some of the
background, I think she knew what would happen while she was gone.  When
she returned for visits it would be very much like visiting her daughter
and her husband, and in a couple years it would be that way anyway.
   It didn't matter that Deanna was only 15 at the time.  She knew and
respected Deanna's feelings and was willing to allow her maturity to make
those choices for her.  Tara knew; she had to.
   Finding a place to park was pretty easy and we made our way to the
arrival gate where we'd meet the flight.
   We were only about an hour and a half early.  Did I mention that Deanna
was beside herself with excitement?  She was so nervous we had to stop
twice so she could pee, and once we got into the terminal she had to stop
again.
   It was actually quite humorous to observe.  I don't know if she was
nervous about how Tara would react to our relationship or what, but I knew
from talking to Tara there would be nothing said in a negative way.
   Tara would be a guest in 'our home' as far as Tara was concerned.  I
told her that it was also her home as long as she was there.
   We had prepared the guest room furthest from our bedroom for her.  Dee
was in charge of the decorations and facilitation.  It turns out she is
quite the decorator.  There would be an interesting calling for her to
pursue in the future.  There's good money in interior design (not to be
mistaken for interior decorator).
   Both Dee and Tara had made it a point to let me know that I would have
to satisfy two women while she was in town, sometimes at the same time.
   Oh, hurt me!
   Tara was just a bit older version of Deanna, so it would be my pleasure
to provide both with pleasure.  Dee alluded to perhaps all of us sleeping
and living in the master, but that would be up to mom.  I had no problem
with that.  The master was about 1200 sq.  ft.  so there was plenty space
for another chest of drawers.  I figured if that happened we'd just move
the one that Deanna had decorated the guest room with.
   We found the bar nearest to the gate and had a seat.
   I ordered my usual double Jack on the rocks and Deanna ordered an Iced
Tea in deference to her age and not knowing whether mom would approve of
her having alcohol.  I had a feeling that if it were in moderation, Tara
wouldn't have a problem with it.  We'd test that when we got to the house
and Dee asked for a Cuba Libre.
   She'd grown quite fond of the rum and coke with a lime slice, but she
also never drank more than two in an entire evening, and that was usually
stretched out over six to eight hours, so I didn't have any issues with it.
She was also permitted a glass of wine when we went out for a meal.
   "What ya thinking sweetie?" I inquired trying to get her mind off of her
mom.  I knew it was going to be futile, but I had to get her to focus on
something else for a while.
   "Mom." She said.  "I'm excited to have her here again, but kind of sad
that she needs to go back."
   "She'll be here for almost six months sweetheart so you two should have
some really good time together."
   "Yeah.  But knowing she'll be leaving again."
   "She said her next trip would only be six months or so, and that trips
after that would not have to be for so long," I said trying to be cheerful.
   "Yeah I know.  Once she gets things set up right it should pretty much
run itself, but will take some monitoring to ensure it's done to standards
and specifications.  I'm just going to miss her again.  Thank god I have
you Tommy.  I don't know what I'd do if you'd have "rejected" my advances."
   "The thought never occurred to me Dee.  I'd had my eye on you for years,
but because of your age I'd never seriously considered any kind of
relationship.  I'm the same age as your mom, so comparatively I'm old."
   "You're not old," she said with a grin.  "You're just perfect.  I've
always loved you, well at least since I was eight and I never considered
our age difference an issue.  Besides, I have better sex with you than I'd
ever get from someone closer to my own age.  I also get more honest love."
   "You will always get true love from me honey."
   "I know that.  Even sharing you with mom doesn't bother me.  I know you
love her too, but I know you love me the way you do.  I'll always be yours,
so that's really not a consideration.  You're only 14 years older and when
I'm in my 20's it's not going to be a big deal.
   It's only a big deal now because of some arbitrary number that someone
long ago decided was an age when a girl wasn't gullible anymore.  Shit, I
know some 40 year old ladies that are as gullible as any 10 year old I've
ever met."
   I was laughing because it is so true.  If there's no coercion, no
forcing, no BS and it's the girl that is making the decision, girls should
be able to have sex as soon as they start having periods.  In some
societies, a girl's first period is the signal to marry her off so she can
start making babies.
   Girls that want to be sexually active at that young age should be on
birth control until they are older, bigger and more able to carry a child
successfully!  The factory is operational, but still much too small for
proper manufacturing.
   "It's all going to work out fine Dee.  I think between your mom, me, and
you, we'll make sure things work.  Yes.  I love your mom a lot, but you are
the apple of my eye.  Yes.  I will enjoy a physical relationship with your
mom, but it's not the same as the physical love we express to each other.
It looks the same and on a physical level it mostly feels the same, but at
the emotional level, for me, there's no one equal to Deanna.
   "Don't get me wrong.  Sex with your mom won't be 'meaningless sex'. 
That's not something I go in for.  It will mean a lot to make love with
your mom, because I love her very much.  It won't be the same as making
love to you; you are my mate!  Your mom will not have my babies.  You
will!"
   At that she blushed and scootched closer to me in the booth, grabbed on
to my arm, put her head on my shoulder and let out a loud heavy sigh.
   We silently sat there for quite some time just being in our own
thoughts. I sensed some uneasiness in Dee, and I wondered if it was the
'usual' female rivalry.  That despite what she said to me, her feelings
inside were in some conflict.
   Well, we'll deal with that as time progresses.  It's time to go to the
gate.  Tara's flight should be at the gate in a few minutes.
   I let Dee stand at the walkway to meet her mother first and I just hung
back to observe the interaction.  I figured that might give me a pretty
good feel for whatever it was that was bothering Dee.
   As more and more people passed by the spot she'd staked out I could see
she was getting nervous and discouraged.  She'd look over to me nervously,
I'd just nod to her with a smile, and without words let her know she needed
to be patient, something she needs to work on.
   More people were coming off the plane and still no Tara.
   Well it was a Boeing 747.  There are about 250 to 350 people that can be
on one of those monsters, so it could be a while before we saw her.
   I knew she was flying 1st class so she should have been towards the
front and perhaps one of the first off.  I was wondering if Tara was just
as nervous as her daughter at being reunited into a situation that, though
predictable, was different than it was before.
   Then I saw her turn the corner from the ramp and walk up the walkway
towards us, but it didn't look like Dee had seen her yet.  She spotted me
standing a bit further than she would have expected and I saw the smile
widen, and her eyes were sparkling as they welled up with some tears.
   Then Dee spotted her.
   "Mom," she squealed while running full bore at her mother.  Dee threw
herself around Tara almost violently, hugging, crying, and kissing.  It was
quite a sight to see, and because of the commotion it was noticed by others
as well, including a couple guys that all of a sudden had their eyes on a
couple of 'sweet young things'.
   At least until both of the ladies had walked up to me, put their arms
around me, the crying and kissing starting all over again.
   She didn't have any carry-on luggage, so we started moving towards the
baggage claim area.
   Deanna was talking a mile a minute.  I won't even try to paraphrase
here, but suffice it to say that she was filling mom in on the "normal"
activities of the previous year.  She was very careful to say nothing about
our relationship in that public forum.  I was pleased with that and I'm
sure that Tara was as well.  She didn't need to hear the "gory details" of
her daughter's love life there in the airport.
   I'm sure Tara had that part of the conversation in her mind already and
didn't need to be filled in on details.  I was curious as to how she'd
handle that part of Deanna's excitement.
   The ride to the house was very uneventful and I knew better than to even
try to get a word I edgewise.  There would be plenty of time for talking
over the next 6 months.
   When we arrived, we unloaded Tara's baggage from the car and got it into
the guest room for her.  She and Dee put away the contents into the
appropriate closet or dresser drawers.
   I could hear them talking and laughing, getting to know each other
again. I would just stay out of the mix until they were ready for me to
join.  Like I said, we had six months together, so there was no rush.
   I made myself a drink and plopped myself down in the love seat and
turned on the evening news to see what was going on in the world.
   After about an hour or so I heard the shower start up and figured Tara
was going to freshen up after the long 23-hour flight.  I kind of expected
Dee to come down the stairs and attempt to talk my ear off.  She had so
much pent up energy it was like a spring that had been wound too tight
finally getting released.
   She didn't come down and she didn't come down but I wasn't going to let
curiosity get the better of me.  I just sipped my JD and tried to pay
attention to the news.
   It seemed like the shower was running for an awfully long time, but I
stood my ground and didn't go to interrupt.  For all I knew Dee could have
been sitting in the room talking to Tara while she was showering.
   Little did I know what was actually happening, not that it mattered one
way or the other, but both Tara and Dee told me about it later, separately
of course.
   ----
   They had finished putting away Tara's things and made a pile of laundry
to be done.  Tara decided she really needed to get a shower and get cleaned
up so she got undressed and put on one of the silk robes she'd acquired
while in Asia.
   She started toward the upstairs bathroom across the hall from her room,
but Deanna had intercepted, taking Tara by the hand led her down to the
master and showed her the master bath.  I guess Tara had the same reaction
to it that Deanna had a year before, and just sat on one of the seats to
marvel at the ambiance.
   While her mother was distracted, Dee had gotten undressed and joined her
in the bath area.
   Dee walked up to her mom, took her hands and gently pulled her to her
feet, and with a grin, untied the silk belt holding the robe closed and
helped Tara to remove it.  Tara nervously turned to face her daughter, both
as naked as they day they were born, and with a smile Dee stepped forward,
placed her hands around her mothers face and gave her an extremely sexual
kiss as their bodies moved together and the passion rose.
   Tara had mixed feelings about what her daughter was doing, but decided
to go with it to see where it led.  It's not like she wasn't bi herself. 
Could it be that Dee was bi as well?
   Something that Dee and I had talked about was bi-sexuality but it wasn't
anything that she expressed any deep interest in, so it just kind of
dropped at that point.
   The bottom line that I gave her was that there was no comparison to the
physical love that a woman could give to another woman.  They know what
turns them on, and are not hesitant to tell another woman what it is.  Men
don't seem to give a damn, so why bother.
   As they both moved into the shower, Deanna manipulated the control panel
to get the water on and at the proper temperature.
   She showed Tara where the soap dispensers, shampoo dispensers and
conditioner dispensers are hidden in the rocks.  As they both soaked down,
Deanna took some of the soap and started washing her mothers back and
shoulders.  Tara turned around, looked at her daughter seriously, gazing
deeply into her eyes noticing a soft love in them, softening her emotions
as well.  She just wasn't sure how to deal with her daughters newly
discovered sexuality but was very comfortable with what she saw in Deanna's
face.
   She dispensed some soap and started washing Deanna's shoulders and arms
moving her hands slowly and gently down to her breasts looking directly
into her eyes watching for any negative reaction from the youngster. 
Deanna just moaned lightly and put her hands up to her mother's waist to
hold her balance.
   Deanna matched her mother's actions and continued down to the naked
mound, and smiled up at her mother making a comment about having a shaved
pussy and how I'd like to eat it later.
   Tara blushed a bit with that comment, as they both continued to wash
each other's bodies gently but thoroughly.  They split long enough to wash
their hair individually and put in the conditioner while they rinsed the
soap off their bodies.
   Deanna put her arms around her mom and kissed her very passionately,
their tongues playing a good game of tag with each other.
   She moved her mother over to the stone seat that I'd put her on the
first night we were together in the shower and gently pushed her down to
the seat smiling at her widely.  They were giggling, laughing, and truly
enjoying each other's company for the first time in a year.
   Deanna leaned over, took one of her mother's nipples in her mouth and
began to suck it and nip at it while it grew in her mouth.  Tara moaned and
pulled Deanna's head harder into her chest, while Dee moved from one breast
to the other with both her hands and her mouth, caressing them gently but
firmly.
   She paused to look into Tara's eyes, what Tara saw was tender lust and
it just melted her right there on the seat.
   Dee's hands were moving all over Tara's body at this point and slowly
but deliberately Dee moved down her body with her mouth, and ended up on
her knees in front of her mother in a very similar position to the one I'd
taken that first night with her.
   Her hands were moving up and down her mother's thighs caressing and
pushing them apart slowly exposing the essence of Tara's sex.
   Licking her lips and making an "ummmm" sound, she moved her face into
her mother's pussy and started licking and nipping with her lips.  She
easily found the little soldier that was pushing out begging to have some
attention paid to it.
   Deanna promptly accommodated.  Tara was moaning loudly, and if I hadn't
had the TV on I'd have probably heard it.  It's just as well I didn't
because I'd have wanted to join in, but this was a very personal time for
the two women.
   She moved her tongue around and in Tara's sex until she felt her mother
stiffen and start to twitch letting out a huge moan.  Deanna could tell she
was stifling a "scream" so that I wouldn't hear, but her orgasm was
extremely intense, and as Tara was pulsing, Deanna was licking and tonguing
her pussy with abandon.
   She let her mother down slowly and as the orgasm subsided, she was
beginning again, but Tara grabbed her face and pulled it up to hers and
kissed her hard and long.
   When the kiss finally ended, Tara looked at her daughter with tears in
her eyes, and asked, "What happened to my baby?"
   It was not said nor meant in a bad way at all.  She was acknowledging
that her baby had grown up and she was a very passionate, sensual young
woman now.
   With Deanna's help, Tara stood back on her feet and each did a final
rinse then Dee turned off the water and they proceeded to dry each other,
poking and prodding and caressing as they did so.
   Dee asked Tara if she wanted to wear some of her "lounge around the
house" clothes for the evening, also letting her know that she was very
welcome to share their bed when it came time to sleep or whatever.
   When they were both dressed and ready to make their appearance, Dee
closed the door, looked at her mother, and let her know that our
relationship would not be flaunted, nor pushed.
   The two of us were very comfortable with our sex, love, and every part
of our relationship, so she didn't have to worry or try to suppress any
feelings or emotions.
   "Mom, I want you to be Tommy's lover too if you want.  I am not jealous
of his love for you because I know my place in his life.  You being here
does not make me, or him for that matter, uncomfortable in any way.  We'd
be really pleased if you could just kind of slide into 'the family.'"
   "Dee.  I know you've been in love with Tom since you were a child, and
in some ways," she said, reaching up to Dee's cheek with a soft hand, "to
me you're still a child, but a reality I have to face is the fact that
you've grown into an independent woman.  I couldn't ask for anything better
or be more proud.  I know Tom loves me and I also understand it is not the
same love that he has for you.  I love Tom very very much, but it is not
the same kind of love that you have for him."
   "You should never feel like a 'second fiddle' mom.  It's not like that
in any way.  We are both equals, but there are just different motivations
in our relationship with the same man.  I really want to have his babies. I
want it now, but he won't hear of it.  He says I'm still too young, but
mom, there are a lot of 16 year old girls that have babies."
   "Yes Deanna, but are they happy?  Were they really physically ready to
carry a child?  I was fourteen when I had you; I was fucked when I was
thirteen.  I was very ignorant about my body and my sex."
   Looking at Dee seriously, "I have no regrets with the outcome.  You have
been a joy and the love of my life for sixteen wonderful years, and you
will be all of my life Deanna, but that still doesn't make it the right
thing to have done."
   "But, Mom -- "
   "Dee, listen to me.  You are sixteen, you have an entire lifetime to
have babies.  I don't believe Tom is going anywhere, and from the looks of
the ring on your finger, he is very serious about your relationship.  Be
patient.  I know that's not one of your strongest talents," she noted with
a grin.
   "I think he'll happily help you make a baby as soon as he thinks you're
ready.  It's something that both of you need to discuss clearly, seriously,
and decide it's really what you want to do at that time.  Having a baby
isn't like having a bunch of dolls to play with Dee.  Having a baby is a
very serious responsibility, and I know you already know that, but I will
always say that to you."
   Tara moved over to give Deanna a very tender hug at that point, and
looked deeply into her eyes saying, "Just be patient honey.  Let things
just happen between you, but never, ever betray his trust in you.  Once
it's gone, it can never be the same again, so if you decide yourself that
you're just going to stop birth control, and turn up pregnant, I'm sure
he'll love you and the baby, but his trust in you will have been seriously
wounded and may never be able to be restored."
   "I know mom.  I'd never do that to him or to me."
   "Dee, a baby isn't something that will "cement" a relationship.  If the
relationship is not strong to begin with, having a child won't strengthen
it.  That is a mistake that young people make all the time and it's one big
reason there are so many single mothers and single fathers.  The
relationship wasn't solid to begin with and they thought having a baby
would add that feeling of "togetherness" or force commitment, but it never
does.  In fact it will be just the opposite and put additional strain on
the weak relationship."
   Dee smiled at her mother and knew what she was saying was right.  She
still really wanted to have a baby, but also knew she would never betray my
trust.  I meant way too much to her.
   "Ok mom.  I hear ya," She said with a smile, "Let's go down and harass
our man."
   ----
   "Hi guys," I say as I see the two of them sauntering down the stairs
into the living room.  Each chooses a side and plops down next to me.
   "Oh oh," I'm thinking.  Being ganged up on.  I wonder what they're up
to. I guess I'll find out.
   Each put an arm around me, leaned in, and kissed a cheek.
   "Ok, ok.  What's going on?" I ask suspiciously.
   "We come in here and give you a little affection and we have to be up to
something?" Tara asks indignantly, and then looks at Deanna.
   "This could get really interesting," was going through my mind as a hand
reached down and started massaging my stiffening cock.  Since I didn't look
I've got no idea whose hand it is, but it knows what it's doing.
   Deanna stood up, letting me know which hand it was and asked for drink
orders.
   "I know what Tom wants, what's your pleasure Mom.  The bar is pretty
well stocked."
   Tara looked at me with a suspicious eye wondering how her 16 year old
daughter would know about the condition of the bar stock.  Deanna saw it
and headed it off at the pass.
   "Mom, I don't drink very much.  Tommy has always treated me as an adult,
and as long as I act like one it has continued.  On our first real date I
even passed for an adult and had a drink in the bar.  One drink at the bar;
neither one of us want to be inhibited by alcohol.
   Actually, to be completely honest, I wanted and expected to give up my
virginity that night, and I think that was in Tommy's plan as well, but it
didn't happen."
   "Dee.  I'm not going to interrupt or inhibit your relationship with Tom.
If you are allowed alcohol, and apparently you are, I'm certainly not going
to make any judgments."
   "Tara, I think you'll find Deanna's consumption to be self limited and
only on occasion.  She's never given me a reason to put limits on her.
   "When we have a nice meal out, I have no problem allowing her a glass of
wine with the meal and if we go to the bar afterward I also let her decide
if she wants a drink.  She's partial to Cuba Libre's, but some nights she
just has a coke or an iced tea."
   With a laugh, I added, "And on those nights, I know I'm in deep trouble
when we get home!!"
   Deanna got a fake indignant look on her face and in a chastising tone,
"Tommy!"
   We were all laughing and Tara let Dee know that she'd like to try one of
the Cuba Libre's.
   Off Dee went to the bar to do the mixing and pouring necessary to serve
drinks.
   Tara looked at me with wonderment and was shaking her head.
   "Tom.  She's turning into quite a young woman.  You're doing a good
job."
   "Tara, you did all the work believe me.  I have just chosen to treat her
as an adult even though most kids her age are still treated like children."
   With a smile I continued, "I don't stifle any "young" behavior, but I
haven't really had any trouble with it.  She behaves like any adult woman
I've ever been around.  There's no reason for me not to treat her that way,
with the exception of the law.  The only bar we go to is the club, so we
never even get questioned."
   "I'm sure they know better Tom, but what about the sex.  Isn't there any
problems with that?"
   "No.  As far as anyone is concerned she is my date, and with that ring,
we play it off, as she's my wife, so nobody really ever questions the fact
that we are obviously living together."
   "My biggest worry was the school, but I decided to put her into an
accelerated program.  I'm sorry I didn't consult you first, but I had to
move at a moments notice.  She'll be graduating High School in about two
weeks."
   Tara had a shocked look on her face at that news.  "Dee hasn't said a
word about that," she stammered.
   "No, she wanted it to be a surprise, so don't blow it for me.  You're a
great actress, so when it comes up you need to be surprised," I said with a
chuckle.
   "I kind of blew it without thinking, but I'm so comfortable with you
Tara, it almost feels like being with Dee."
   "Well.  I hope you'll treat me like Deanna in the bedroom Thomas.  I
could use a good stiff cock in my pussy.  It's been far too long."
   "You never showed much interest mom.  I had designs on you big time, but
you always managed to put me off.  Working was always your excuse, but I
also understood that you were a hard working single mother so I never
pushed the issue."
   "I'm glad you didn't, but perhaps you should have.  A woman needs some
loving once in a while, even if it's only with a friend.  You were always
there when I needed, but so seldom when I wanted.  I guess that would be my
fault because I know all I would have had to do is pick up the phone."
   "Well, that's water under the bridge my dear.  Deanna has given me
permission to provide you with whatever attention you desire.  Don't be
surprised if she hangs around to watch and participate."
   "Actually Tom, I think I'd like that.  Did you know anything about her
bi-sexual desires?"
   "No.  No I didn't, what do you mean?"
   "In the shower just now, she made love to me like a professional.  To be
honest, I was really shocked, but I certainly didn't do anything to
discourage her.  Has she had any sleepovers at girlfriends?"
   "A few, but not regularly.  It's usually on a Friday night, so she can
be here on Saturday night.  That's 'our night' together, but I don't think
you will be excluded from our Saturday nights.  I guess we'll find out
tomorrow."
   Deanna finally walked in with a tray of drinks and she'd actually put
together a plate of sliced cheese, summer sausage, fruit and whatever else
she could find in the kitchen for nibbles.  She was smiling broadly and was
very happy to be able to "entertain" her mother as an equal.
   Because of our relationship she had no insecurities about anything that
was going to be happening while her mom was here.  At least none she was
willing to make obvious at this juncture.
   After giving each of us our drinks and setting the hors d'oeuvres on the
coffee table she sat back into her seat and let out a heavy sigh.  She was
quite content with her effort.
   She leaned her head towards my shoulder, took a sip of her drink, and
looked over at Tara to see if she liked what she had fixed for her.
   "Yummy," Tara said to her directly.  "You make a good drink young lady."
   "Thanks mom, they're pretty simple really."
   "I know honey, but you went through the effort and I appreciate it."
   I took a quick glance over at Tara, then to Deanna and asked, "So Dee,
tell me about some of the sleepovers and what you and your girlfriends do."
   She started to blush brightly and looked up at me sheepishly.  "Why do
you ask?" She asked.
   Tara jumped in at this point to save her daughter from further
embarrassment, but hey, I was having some fun with her, "Honey.  I
mentioned our shower to Tom and wondered where you learned to love a woman
the way you did to me."
   Dee shot a glance at her mother, but without any "malice." She just had
a sheepish look on her face and didn't really know what to say.
   "Dee, it's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about," Tara
reassured her.  "It's a normal thing for girls to experiment.  We're far
less inhibited than boys, and it shows in our loving."
   Now I got the look on my face.
   They both laughed out loud when they saw my reaction to Tara's
statement. But it's true.  Girls will play games and experiment with each
other far more readily than boys will.  Boys are naturally 'homo-phobic',
whereas girls are far less so.  It's just the way it is.
   "Well.  We do play when we're together.  Last time Julie, Heather and I
kind of got carried away.  I think Heather is a lesbian.  She's just too
good with girls and doesn't date boys or has never had a boyfriend."
   "That doesn't mean she's a lesbian honey, she may not be comfortable
around boys yet.  But you also may be right.  Does it make a difference in
your friendship?"
   With an embarrassed look on her face, she said sheepishly, "Well, no. 
She's still a friend, and other that Tommy she's the best lover I've ever
experienced."
   Then quickly added, "Tommy, maybe we should have a sleepover here.  I'm
sure I can talk the girls into letting you watch and maybe even give you a
blowjob."
   "Umm.  I'm not sure that's a really good idea Dee.  It might let our
"secret" out of the bag, and that could be trouble."
   "Yeah.  That's true, but I think they'll let you watch.  You could learn
some from Heather.  She eats me so good.  Ohmigod, it's so intense."
   At this point she had gotten Tara's attention.  "Did you learn to do
what you did to me from Heather?"
   "Yeah.  It's good, huh?" Dee asked with an evil grin.
   "I need to meet this girl," Tara said with a big smile.
   "Oh mom.  I can teach you anything Heather would do," Deanna said with
the utmost of confidence.
   "That's ok honey, but I'd still like to have some fun with Heather.  I
mean if you don't mind."
   "Tommy, can I invite Julie and Heather over for a sleepover?"
   "Uhhh?"
   "I'm sure mom will be glad to chaperone if you're uncomfortable," she
said with a laugh.
   "I don't think I'd be as uncomfortable as horny," I said with a big
smile.
   At that Dee gave me a pout, and said, "What's wrong with me?"
   "Nothing kitten.  Nothing at all."
   Then Tara piped in, "Dee.  You have to understand that men think with a
very small head at times, and that's where Tom's brains are at this very
moment."
   "Huh?" Dee said quizzically.
   "Honey, there's nothing wrong with you, but I can tell you that if your
friends are as pretty as you are, he's got a good fantasy going right this
minute."
   How the fuck did she know?  I was already bouncing Julie on my lap with
the little guy deeply entrenched.  Julie wasn't any Deanna, but she was
still a certifiable fox.
   "Julie's a doll mom, and she's already 18 so Tommy could do a boink on
her and it would be totally legal.  Maybe that's not a bad idea.  Get Tommy
some strange pussy once in a while and he'll appreciate what he has at home
all the more."
   Was I really hearing this?  Was my lover telling her mother that she was
going to set me up with one of her girlfriends?  I was starting to get a
boner already.
   "Dee look, I think you have the seal of approval from Tom," she said
pointing at the lump in my pants and grinning.
   "Sheesh.  You don't get any for a couple days and you're ready to jump
any pussy that shows up?" Dee says with a chuckle.  "Besides you have extra
pussy here now," at which point Tara started to blush very brightly.
   "Deanna," Tara whispered tersely.
   "Oh mom, chill.  I know you want some of that hard-on and so does he. 
In fact I'm sure if you took your shorts and panties off, he'd do you right
where you sit," looking over at me.
   Dee reached down and started to undo my belt and pants briskly but ran
into a problem trying to get them off of my butt and legs when I didn't
lift `em up.
   "Tommy," she said with exasperation.  "Lift your ass off the couch
dammit."
   As I lifted my butt off the couch so that she could slide my shorts
down, "Your wish is my command, M'lady." I guess she decided to slip the
boxers off at the same time so as to 'git `er dun' before I could mess with
her anymore, but at that point I was sitting in the love seat with a
Hawaiian shirt on.
   Deanna gave my stiff cock a quick delicate kiss on the tip, and started
to crawl over me to affect the same thing with her mother.
   I have to say that Tara didn't fight her very hard, and when the time
came to raise her ass off the couch to get the shorts and panties off she
rose up before even being asked.  Deanna smiled at her, opened her shirt,
and undid her bra and Tara took them off once they were loose.  Why fight a
determined child?
   By this time I was looking at Tara with total lust in my eyes.  She had
a dynamite body, very much a carbon copy of what Deanna was.  They could
almost pass for twins, so this was going to be a great pleasure for me.
   As Deanna was finishing removing clothing from others, Tara's hand
reached out and took mine causing me to look up at her instead of drooling
over her body.  She was smiling as our eyes met.  "Like what you see
sailor?" she whispered with a smile.
   "Oh yes, I like what I see very much.  You look like you and your
daughter could be twins."
   "Well considering I'm 14 years older, I take that as a very high
compliment," she cackled.
   "Mom.  You look really good," Deanna added to the conversation.  "You'd
never know by looking at you that you had a sixteen year old daughter."
   As all this was going on, I had moved over to Tara and looking her deep
in they eyes, I kissed her for the first time in ages.  Her arms shot up
around my neck and her mouth opened with her tongue ready for a long game
of tag.
   Dee chuckled and took up station in the easy chair that was actually in
a place where she could get a good view of everything that was happening.
   As the kiss intensified, my hands decided that roaming was the rule for
the day and started wandering all over Tara's tight body.  My hands went
everywhere except her breasts and pussy, and I mean I got everything.
   She stopped the mouth games we'd been playing, and looked at me kind of
strangely and questioning.
   "Tom.  That feels wonderful, but I think you forgot a few spots," she
panted noting my omissions.
   "No my dear, I did not forget.  This is our very first time in a very
long time, and I'd like it to be as special for you and for me as my first
time was with Dee."
   At that she smiled and relaxed a bit more letting me know she was mine
for the taking.  I shot a quick glance over in Dee's direction, and she had
a big smile on her face, but I could also tell where her right hand was and
could only imagine what it was doing since it was hidden by panties, but
the snap and zipper on the shorts had been released.  As our eyes met, she
blew me a kiss and nodded her head in approval of what I was doing with her
mother.  God, what a woman she is.
   As my attention returned to her mother, I brought my hands up to cup her
ample breasts and lowered my head to put her nipples in my mouth.
   They were very tasty, as I rotated between each trying not to spend any
more time with one as the other.  The moans that were coming from her were
enough to keep me going, and then we both heard a big moan and a stifled
squeak from the easy chair.
   Dee was there with her eyes clamped closed, breathing hard and fast as
her body twitched and squirmed in orgasm.
   Tara looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I just shrugged and went
back to work beginning my trip down from her breasts.  As my tongue moved
to different areas of her torso down to pause momentarily at her belly
button eliciting a giggle and a twitch from her.
   "Tom, you know I'm ticklish down there," she moaned.
   I chuckled in remembrance, and continued moving down towards her mound.
   I noticed now that she had shaven her pubes in the shape of an arrow
pointing right to the top of her slit and the place her clit was peaking
out.  I chuckled lightly to myself knowing she'd done that just for me.  I
mean none of this was a surprise to Tara as Dee had already told her that
she would gladly share her man.
   As I got down to her mound, Tara's legs shot apart giving me unfettered
access to her sex.  When my tongue brushed her clit, I thought she was
going to jump out of her skin.  There was a very loud moan and a strong
movement towards my mouth and when I glanced up her eyes were darting
around me like a cornered animal, but she was totally into what was
happening at her pussy.
   I took my tongue and ran it around and through her dripping slit,
sliding my tongue into her opening then sliding it slowly, gently, but
deliberately up to that sensitive little nubbin that was pushing out trying
to gain notice.  It didn't need to worry, I was happily paying attention to
its presence and Tara noticed it as well.
   By the second time I'd run my mouth up to her clit, she was beginning a
low gurgle, a deep moan and was purring like a very large cat as her body
twitched madly, and stiffening, her hands moving to hold my head in its
place nearly suffocating me.
   As long as I was trapped, I kept my tongue moving around what it could
reach with my head locked, but I successfully kept her orgasm going for
quite some time before her body totally relaxed with release.
   I moved quickly up to her because it appeared that she had passed out
from the experience, and Dee looked over with some concern, but as soon as
I moved up high enough Tara grabbed a hold of me pulling me forcefully to
her body, and gave me a kiss with a moan, and an "Ohmigod, thank you"
attached to it.  After a few minutes of that, her eyes slowly opened, and
were sparkling and smiling as much as her whole face.
   "OHMIGOD Tom.  I have never cum like that in my life.  I know it's been
a while, but shit.  That was even better than what Dee did to me in the
shower."
   Perhaps Heather is a bit over rated?  Ha.  I doubt it.  I just excel at
and very much enjoy eating pussy.  It's a wonderful task, and I usually get
very appreciative reactions.
   Since Dee though, I haven't eaten any but hers until tonight.
   We both looked over at Deanna who had a Cheshire grin on her face and
still had her hands in her pants.
   To Tara's great surprise I stood up and bent down, picked her up in my
arms and looked over to Dee.
   "We're leaving kitten.  You can join us if you like," I said to her in a
low voice.  She just shook her head letting me know that tonight was for
mom.  She also knew that her mom would get the fucking of her life, and
smiled at me.
   When I'd picked her up, Tara wrapped her arms around my neck and started
kissing my neck and my ear, nibbling and caressing with her lips.  She
continued to purr in my ear.  I'd experienced a few women that purred like
a cat, it was great.
   When I got her to the top of the stairs, and down the hall to the master
bedroom, I entered sideways so I didn't hit Tara on any of the door jam.
   I noticed that Dee had come up at some point and turned down the bed and
put pillows in strategic places for the planned activity.  I chuckled to
myself and shook my head; the girl is amazing.
   As I stepped up to the bed to put Tara down, she moved her face around
to be in front of mine, looked into my eyes and kissed me very tenderly.
   Before I could lean over and put her on the bed, she looked at me
seriously, and whispered, "Tom, make love to me.  Please, I need to feel
you inside me."
   I didn't need any further encouragement.
   When I gently placed her on the bed, she immediately scootched over to
the middle, and grabbed a couple of pillows to put under her head.  She
laid on her back and slowly opened her legs for me, as I was moving into
place.  By the time I was in place to mount, she had her legs up around my
body and her heels were already at my hips.
   I began rubbing my cock up her slit, rubbing the bottom against her
moisture.  She was soaking already so lubrication wasn't going to be a
problem at all, but I wanted to work her up a little more before entering,
so I continued to slowly rub my cock up and down her slit as she moaned
loudly due to the clitoral stimulation.
   Face to face we were playing tongue tag madly.  I rubbed noses with her,
kissed her nose, her eyes, and noted her eyes were so dilated that only the
iris was showing.  There was desperation there as well, a need, a wanton
desire that had to be satisfied very soon.
   She placed her hands on the side of my face, and kissed me very
passionately, and as the kiss broke away she whispered to me, "Now Tommy,
please?  Now."
   It was the first time she'd ever called me Tommy.  That was what Deanna
called me.
   I looked into her eyes, and whispered back, "Now Tara."
   While saying that to her I let my cock drop to the near bottom of her
slit where her entrance was waiting impatiently.  As my cock found its way
and the head entered her pussy, she let out a huge loud moan and moved her
hips up sharply to impale herself on my stiff dick.
   About three quarters of my length went inside of her immediately and the
first thing I noticed was that she was nearly as tight as her daughter.  I
moved the rest of my cock into her smooth velvet tunnel and held it in
place while grinding on her pubic bone gently knowing full well that it was
stimulating her clit at the same time.
   Tara let out another loud moan, and then her whole body stiffened,
twitched, arching up to press against mine.  I could feel the inside of her
pussy milking on my cock.  It was all I could do to hold myself off for now
as her moist tunnel captured my hard meat completely.
   She was jammed up against me so tight it was almost impossible to do
anything but hold on and wait, which is what I did.  In a few minutes her
whole body relaxed when her orgasm began to trail off a little.
   Her arms were around my body holding me very tight against hers while
she kissed me hungrily all over my face.
   "Oh god Tom.  That was sooooo good.  I can't remember when I've had an
orgasm like that.  I certainly hope you can do that again, soon," she said
with a giggle.
   At this point she realized that I was still very hard and still buried
in her as deep as I could get.
   "You didn't cum?"
   "Not yet lover, I told you I wanted this to be as special for you as my
first time with Dee.  You've got about 3 or 4 more orgasms to go," I said
with a grin.
   She looked at me incredulously.  I could feel her body relaxing and
readying itself for the next pleasurable onslaught.
   "I'm ready baby, oh god, do it to me again," she uttered with a sigh. 
When I felt the physical indications that she was prepared, I started anew.
   Slowly I withdrew almost to the end, then slowly pushed back in like a
piston in a cylinder.  She met me with another moan, as I continued to
slowly stroke in and out of her.  Within minutes she was purring again.  I
love it!  I think her daughter and Marie are the only other women I've
heard purr like she does, but Tara's purr is much more a kitty cat than
Dee. Dee is like a "big cat", Tara like a house cat.
   Each time I plunged back into her depths I made sure to make solid
contact with the little sentry that was at the root of those electric
shocks.  I could tell she was getting close again, but didn't change my
tempo, so that when she came this time it was a slow boil and kind of a low
frequency orgasm that I just kept stroking through.
   I did this to her 3 more times and could feel my release wanting to make
its way to the end of my dick.  With each of her visits into the mystical
valley of "O", she tried to milk me empty.  Up to now, I've been successful
at holding it off.  My resolve was waning, my balls were bubbling.
   At this point, I started to piston her tunnel a little faster, a little
harder, giving it a little more conspicuous determination.
   "Nghh.  God Tom.  Fuck me harder.  Yesssss, oh god Tom, cum inside me. I
want to feel your seed.  Cum baby, do it.  Do it in me," she kept
whispering to me while I was getting closer and closer to my climax.  I
love it when a woman 'talks dirty' while I'm giving her pleasure and about
to reach mine.  There's just something about knowing that your woman is
enjoying what you are giving her.
   She couldn't miss the feel of it.  My cock started to swell and twitch a
little signaling that the beginning of my explosion is imminent.
   "Ohmigod Tara, here it comes.  Here it comes baby." I silently thanked
Dee for allowing me this pleasure with her mother.
   In typical primal fashion, I rammed my cock into her as far as I could
get it when I started to explode inside her pussy.  She pulled me down deep
into her with her legs while she screamed in orgasm.  We both held each
other almost painfully tight, while our orgasms subsided slowly.
   I collapsed over her, trying to hold myself up on my elbows so I didn't
totally smash her.  She pulled me down hard and started kissing me
passionately letting me know that she was an extremely satisfied
well-fucked woman.
   I rolled over a little to the side pulling her with me, so that we were
both on our sides.  While in position we intertwined our legs so that we
maintained our position with my half hard, shrinking cock still imbedded in
her pussy like a plug holding that sperm in.
   She marveled at the fact I wasn't completely soft yet, mewling and
purring as we lay there wrapped tightly in each others arms, both of our
heads laying on the pillows looking into each others eyes.
   "My daughter is such a lucky young woman Tom." Then laughingly, "And she
chose you when she was eight.  How the fuck did she know?"
   "Tara, I -- "
   "Oh Tom, I'm totally good with it," she interrupted.  Look, I love you
dearly, but I doubt seriously we could have ever made the kind of love and
relationship that you and Dee have.  I'm a very anal and obsessed type of
person.  You are so laid back; I'd drive you to the loony bin.  You'd be a
nutcase in no time at all," she commented grinning widely.  "Dee is also
fairly laid back most of the time, so you two are a very good match."
   "I'm very happy for her, you too for that matter.  Knowing this is how
you treat her," then as a sort of afterthought, "AND screw her, makes me so
happy for her.  She's chosen very well."
   "Thanks Tara.  I appreciate that!!"
   "You just treat her right Tom.  Don't ever hurt her.  She loves you more
than life itself and would do anything for you, and somehow I think your
feelings for her are very much the same.  Please Tom, never, ever hurt
her."
   "Tara, I would never hurt her knowingly.  Her discomfort when we first
made love about killed me.  Her hymen was, for all intents and purpose,
gone, but there was still that stretch and discomfort.  She was sore for a
few days after that.  It made me feel so guilty."
   Tara looked at me and laughed out loud.
   She thankfully interrupted, "I remember when that was Thomas.  Remember?
I called and when we talked she said she was pretty sore and had been that
way for a couple days but still wanted more.
   I still can't believe you held her off as long as you did, such
restraint," she added with a smile.  "You're an honest man Tom, that's one
of the things I love about you, and I do love you Mr.  Tom, very much!"
   "I love you also Tara.  More than you'll ever know."
   "It's also why I was so willing to leave my love struck daughter with
the "older" man she wanted to make her lover.  I trusted you to take
extremely good care of her, and Tom, you did not let me down.  Not in any
way.  I can't believe after all we've been through, you're going to be my
'son-in-law'.  I think that's hilarious!"
   I looked into her sparkling eyes, and chuckled.
   "While I love you a lot," she said with a sigh, "Deanna is your woman,
not me.  Like I said, I don't believe that you and I would ever work in the
same way that you and Dee will.  I think you and I will always be very
close friends, and I'm happy with that!  Quite honestly, I don't really
need or want a man in my life on any permanent basis at this point, maybe
someday but not now.
   With a wry smile she finished, "I appreciate being able to 'use' you at
will while I'm here, but don't neglect her while you're making me happy."
   "I don't think she'd let that happen Tara.  She's pretty strong willed,
as I'm sure you know." To Tara's chuckles and nod I continued, "She knows
all she needs to do is bat those baby blues, ask, and I'll have her stuffed
as fast as we can get there.  In fact, just so you know, after that first
call when you both talked about her first sexual experience and how sore
she was, she came to me and asked me to make love to her right then.  She
took me by the hand leading me to the master, and when we got to the
bedroom she was crying very heavily.  I was so shocked I didn't know what
to do initially."
   "What?  Why?" Tara asked.
   "She missed her mom Tara, her best friend.  That phone call drove it
home that things were always going to be different now, that even though
you were mom, we were a couple in love and that was going to change the way
that the two of you related.  I tried to let her know it didn't have to be
that way, and she seemed to understand and accept it.  From what I've seen
so far, I think I was right."
   "Well, kind of.  I think we are closer now than ever before.  She is not
only my daughter, but my friend and confidant."
   "She's told me that you're not only mom, but her best friend Tara."
   At that Tara started to tear up and cry.  "Tom, you are the best thing
that could have ever happened to Dee and I will love you forever for what
you've done for her!"
   "Thank you Tara, I'll do everything I can to live up to that."
   "I know you will Tom.  I have no doubt about that."
   With my cock still imbedded inside of her, we drifted off to sleep. 
Apparently we didn't move much because we woke up pretty much at the same
time with my morning hard-on deep within her pussy.
   We wiggled and stroked ourselves to a few orgasms and decided we'd
better get up, showered and dressed before Deanna suspected we'd eloped.
   Call off the search party; we're on our way down!
   
  
Chapter 6 - Tara Returns