Title: Tea Time
Keywords: fF, voy, fdom, nc, inc, mom, daughter, mat, teen
Author: Caesar
Summary: Daughter discovers mother submitting to an older woman - and her life can never be the same.
 




There was a young woman called Pearl
Who quite resembled a churl;
        When she asked a young man named Tex
        Whether he would like to have sex,
"Certainly," quoth he, "Who's the girl?"


Tea Time

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

Our lives really changed when dad left for another woman - 'to regain
that spark' he called it.  Bastard.

Mom cried for weeks - I was distraught and guilt ridden for months.
The friends of my parents seemed to have abandoned my mother for dads
'side' so that she was more alone than ever before.  I, well I lashed
out at anyone around me so that my friends before the separation
became only distant acquaintances afterwards.  The two of us we were
alone - burdened with shame of failure and almost broke.

Thats right - the eventual divorce would not let mother keep our home,
but ordered dad to support us.  Mom never received a cheque and we
moved across town into a two bedroom apartment - a dump!

After we moved, after the divorce was final, things appeared to settle
down.  Mother stopped sobbing herself to sleep every night and did her
best by me.

When she found a job as a secretary in a law firm in town she became
more distant from me.  Oh sure there was now a monthly budget that we
could work with toward food and clothing.  But she just did not seek
me out for talks or just the emotional support we had both craved up
to that point in our lives.

She changed physically after the new job as well - her long hair was
cut short and highlight it with blond streaks.  She started to go to a
tanning salon twice a week.  The gym, three times a week.  She wore
skirts almost exclusively, the hem usually half ways to her knees.
She rarely wore nylons - having great legs only made better by her
working out and tanning - but I could hear her every morning in the
bathroom, primping and pampering herself, so that her long shapely
legs were smooth and very sexy looking and she looked like a restored
younger woman.

This all left me feeling left out - as if mother had found another
life, just as dad had, which excluded me.  I became bitter around our
apartment - which had been my sanctuary up to that time.

Mother did not even seem to notice.

I was a sixteen year old that dressed in loose baggy clothing and
verbally lashed anyone that tried to start a conversation with me.  I
ate to forget and of course my weight ballooned so that I was a short
round girl that no one wanted to be near.

That brings us up to the present - the day that I finally understood
how cruel life can be while also bringing me closer to my mother.

It was a sunny hot spring day - the kind of day that drove everyone to
be outside and enjoying the weather after our long cold winter.  Where
mom and I lived was rather a scary neighbourhood, after dark
especially, but normally loud and chaotic at the best of times.  With
the warm weather, it seemed that everyone was playing, talking and
partaking outside the grimy buildings of our block.

With the heat - our apartments windows had been left open - the fresh
spring air recycling the stale climate within.

Perhaps this was why I was not heard when I entered our apartment -
the noise from the street through the open window hid my entrance.

As soon as I shut the door, entering the sanity of my home (even if it
was a dump), I knew I was not alone.  Perhaps it was the sharp scent
in the air from cigarette smoke - or the abundant smell of some
foreign exotic perfume.  Regardless, I stood before the closed door
for almost a minute as I evaluated my surroundings.

Mother was not due home from work for nearly two hours - and she
rarely came home on time as it was.  Could she have had some kind of
trouble - someone having to bring her home?

I kicked off my dirty old runners, removed my jacket and dropped it on
the floor before throwing my school back on the hard-backed chair by
the door.

Then I strode the few steps down the short hallway to mother's bedroom
and just as I was about to knock, I heard two voices that stopped the
movement of my knuckles.

"...it is beautiful today Ms. Tommelson."  My mother.

"How long until your daughter returns home Jayne?"  A female, raspy,
mature voice.

"Probably less than an hour Ms. Tommelson."

A short laugh from the other woman, "Then we should not be wasting any
more time should we?"

"No Mame."  Mother sounded reluctant and I wondered what was going on?
Why was she home so early?  Who was the other woman?

My curiosity was nearly distinguished, so that I actually stood away
from the door before I heard the older woman ask, "When was the last
time you had a cock inside you Jayne?"

"Before my husband left me."  Mother's voice sounded shaky - as if she
were containing her emotions.

Now that I was listening to two adults talk about sex - I could not
leave - my natural teenage hormones would not let me!  The fact that
it was my mother speaking this way was a little striking.

"Was he a good lover Jayne?"

"Sometimes."  I barely heard that - mother was practically whispering.

Another sharp bark of a laugh, "I will take that as a 'no'.  You
probably needed to masturbate frequently didn't you Jayne?"  The old
woman sounded amused.

"Yes Mame."

A longer malicious sounding laugh escaped through the closed door this
time and I wondered what the hell was going on.  "You should have
found a nice lesbian to keep you satisfied Jayne."  A sucking sound
that I took for inhaling of a cigarette.

'Lesbian'!

"Is that your daughter there?"  I froze instantly, thinking I had been
'made'.

"Yes.  A school picture from last year."  I exhaled slowly, mother had
several pictures of me, us, upon her dresser.

"Cute face.  Perhaps she could be trained to be a good little
cunt-licker like her mom?"

A gasp and then mothers pleading, "No, please Ms. Tommelson...!"

'Cunt-licker'?

The harsh laugh of the older woman overrode my mothers startled cry.
My heart seemed to be beating three times its normal pace as I was
witnessing something sordid... something adult.  And then there was
the suggestion that I be 'trained' like my mother to... well, to be a
lesbian?

"Calm yourself Jayne!  I only have the patience to train one cunt at a
time."  More deep inhales and the sharp offencive smell of smoke from
beneath the crack at the base of the door.

I ran upon my sock feet to my room, with the adjoining wall to mothers
room.  There I knelt before the old wooden doorway and stuck my eye to
the key hole - the old fashioned kind.  I could just make out mother
seated on the edge of her bed with a matronly older woman next to her.
Both were dressed as if they had come from the office (which is where
they had probably come from) and even still had their heels on.  The
white-haired woman, probably in her late fifties or early sixties, was
holding a smoking cigarette in one hand while the other was fondling
my mothers bare flesh below the hem of her skirt.

My teenage inquisitive nature was being suppressed by anger.  Had my
father left us because mother was a lesbian?  Had that story about
re-finding his 'spark' just made up to hide the truth from their
confused teenage daughter?  Parents did that sort of shit!

As I watched through that keyhole I saw the brown-spotted mature hand
slip under mothers short stylish skirt as mom's knees spread.  The old
lady barked another laugh, "Thats what I like about you best Jayne,
your cunt is always wet!  Now come here and kiss me like the good
little slut you are."

I watched my mother lean forward, tilt her head and place a dainty
kiss upon the attractive, well manicured, older woman's lips.

Ms. Tommelson pulled her head back and away from mother and crackled
angrily, "Not like that slut - how I taught you!"  She leaned back in
and the two sets of lipstick covered-lips merged.

Even through the tiny keyhole I could tell that it was a hot kiss.  If
that was not enough - I heard the old lady moan with pleasure.

I saw back onto my heels and starred down at the old stained carpet
before the doorway, wondering what I was doing - why I was sitting
here watching this disgusting display.  Mother was a much more warped
deranged a parent than I had ever imagined.  Here I had thought, these
last few months while feeling sorry for myself, that she was selfish
and uncaring toward me.  I had only considered the tip of the iceberg!

A lesbian to some old broad!  Not only that but seemed perfectly
willing to submit to her humiliating banter and demands.

I should feel sick at what I had just witnessed - but I didn't.  Why
was that?

Placing my eye back to the keyhole I saw that things had progressed
rapidly in my contemplation - the old lady had lost her pearl silk
blouse and one of her breasts were pulled out of her chemise - as my
mother was bent over aggressively licking at the dark brown hard
nipple.  "Thats it my little cunt... you know just how I like my
tittie licked!"

I yanked my eye away and again questioned both my sanity and
sexuality.  Did peaking on two old broads going at it turn me on?  As
if in answer I looked at my denim covered crotch, as if that held all
the answers.  Of course it didn't.

My eye returned to the keyhole.

Mom was standing facing the still-seated old woman, her back to me, as
she removed her clothing.  I saw that my mother had a very nice body -
I thought with only a touch of jealousy.  Tall and thin, her work at
the gym these last months had done much to trim away the excess about
her hips, stomach and thighs.  Her legs, always long and sexy, now
looked sculptured by a perfectionist.  The hours tanning each week
were not in vain either, as it appeared mother did it naked.

Mother's white brassiere slipped from her shoulder and Ms. Tommelson
licked her lips at the sight that I could not see but I could see her
clench her old knees together.  Mother hooked her thumbs into the
elastic of her white French-cut panty and shoved them down before
stepping out of them.  She stood straight up, still in her heels.
From the rear she looked exquisite - years younger than her 38 years.

Again I sat back, realizing my hands were trembling uncontrollably.
For the first time since arriving at my home I thought about getting
out of there - leaving mom and her female-lover to their own ends.
Hell, I even contemplated calling dad - begging for his forgiveness
and asking to move back in with him!

Back in the other room I saw that the old woman, several centimetres
shorter than mother, was now standing so that she may be disrobed by
my parent.  When mother was behind the old woman, her face toward me,
I saw her blank expression quickly turn to distaste that she hid when
Ms. Tommelson looked over her shoulder suddenly.  "Unless you want
your daughter to catch us - I suggest you hurry Jayne!"  Another
cackle of a laugh.

As it seemed mother was indeed a lesbian, it was a surprise in her
choice of mates.  The woman was offencive, abusive and vile.

But if she were a lesbian why the disgusted face I had just seen?

Ms. Tommelson had a respectable, if not attractive, body for a woman
old enough to be my grandmother.  It was round and soft looking but
from two meters away, where I knelt, her skin looked smooth and
unblemished.

When the old woman stood in only stockings, garters and heels - all
black, did she turn suddenly about so that her dark brown bush was a
breath away from mother's face.  "See anything you want to eat my
little slut?"  She cackled yet again.

Mother turned her face away from the exposed womanhood before her and
I saw her barely continued disgust.

Ms. Tommelson saw it as well and barked loudly, "I asked you a
question slut!"

Mom turned back toward the old lady, her face now somber and
unemotional as ever I had seen it, staring directly at the kinky
hair-covered loins before her.  "Yes Mame."

"Tell me slut!  Tell me what you want to eat?"

"You Ms. Tommelson... I want to eat your sexy cunt?"  The words were
forced and almost robotic.

The old lady broke into a wide smile and seemed strangely pleased with
the moment.  "Indeed you do don't you Jayne?  In fact I do not have to
remind you that you have no choice in the matter?"  She laughed to
herself for half a moment as I starred without blinking, as if looking
at an accident.

Was that a tear in the corner of mother's eye?

What the hell was going on?

Ms. Tommelson grabbed the back of mom's head of short straight hair
and yanked mom's face up and into her own loins roughly and
aggressively.

What had happened to the cigarette?

I could hear the old lady moan with pleasure as the back of mother's
head moved ever so slightly.  Of course I understood what I was seeing
- amazed at what I was witnessing.

Mother was eating out this old woman - my mother was giving oral sex
to another woman!

My guts tightened, like a contraction, and I realized that I had both
of my hands cupping and groping my covered loins.  I sat back and
looked down at myself - amazed.  My mind thought inward, away from the
sights from the room next door and I realized that I was very excited.
I unbuttoned the top of my jeans, unzipped and then slipped my small
soft hand beneath my white cotton pink-heart decorated panty.  What I
found was my own sex, filled with moisture and practically electric to
the touch.

Did that mean I was a lesbian too?  Like mother?

A moan escaped my lips and I bit my bottom lip in surprise - praying
that I had not been overheard.

Oh god - what was going on?

Through the keyhole things had progressed further.  The old lady was
kneeling, on elbow and knees, in the middle of mom's bed,
perpendicular to my line of sight.  Mother was kneeling behind her,
facing her big white ass, hands grasping the old ladies wide soft hips
as she drove herself back and forth behind her.  I saw a long think
pink object move between them and realized mother was clenching her
ass tightly as she humped the old woman.

With Ms. Tommelson's eyes tightly closed in pleasure, her face red and
sweaty upon a pillow, mother did not hide her disgust or humiliation
at the acts she was doing.

The action between them was interesting, if only because it was more
than my teenage imagination had ever conceived - with male or female.
But it was mother's face looking up at the ceiling that draw my gaze
the most.  Mother was not enjoying this - or rather, remembering the
comments about mother being 'wet', she wished she was not doing this
with Ms. Tommelson.

Her hips were moving robotically back and forth - shoving that long
thick dildo in and out of the old woman's body.

The old lady was gasping for breath, small mumble came from her full
red lips, "Play with my ass Jayne!"

One of mother's hands immediately released a hip and slipped between
the white globe of the woman's ass - a thumb pressing inward.
Ms. Tommelson squealed with pleasure and mother looked toward the open
window - possibly wondering if anyone outside could hear her!

Rushing now, anxious not to miss anything, I sat back and wiggled out
of my jeans and panties.  My whole body was quivering, sweating, and
that place between my legs hot, wet and feeling so wonderful.

Mother had changed positions so that she was kneeling away from
Ms. Tommelson.  I saw that the dildo was double-ended, so that both my
mother and the old woman were impaled.  The two of them moved back and
forth on their knees, the two sets of cheeks slapping loudly together
as they clashed.  Ms. Tommelson had put one of her own arms around
herself and was frigging her anus with two fingers - evidently the
thick phallus in her vagina not enough.

I had never considered the passage behind my vagina to be a part of
the pleasure that was possible - so the sight was not only
intoxicating, it was informative.

Mother had her eyes tightly clenched closed, her mouth open in a
silent scream and I realized she was enjoying the moment - feeling the
pleasure of being impaled.

What did that feel like?  Was a cock better than a cunt?

I have never asked that before - my teenage fantasies had always
involved some hunk from school, sometimes a teacher.  A few times I
had thought about groups of people, including other girls my age, with
a few guys - each of us pleasuring and giving pleasure.  A
flesh-filled orgy of delight.

There in the room next to my own, mother was having sex with another
woman - submitting to Ms. Tommelson reluctantly and almost
rebelliously.  Yet the look on her face was evidence that she too was
feeling the heat of the moment.

Like mother like daughter right?  The two hands between my legs were
not enough - and though my big round heavy ass wiggled about on the
dirty carpet, it was lacking in the intensity that I knew mother was
enjoying now.

Ms. Tommelson was biting into the white pillow before her - squealing
out in pleasure as her whole body jerked and clenched.  With a delayed
realization, I knew that I was witnessing a woman climax.

I tore my eyes away from the pregnant sight to look at mother, to see
if she found pleasure where it appeared only disgust lay.  What I
found was her eyes looking right at me.

They looked feverish and distant in a strange way but I saw a
recognition as well, questions about why her daughter was spying on
her - perhaps wondering how she could explain this to me.  All adults
try to explain everything to their kids.

Ms. Tommelson suddenly slipped forward onto her rotund soft stomach
and lay sighing with pleasure, eyes closed.

Mother still lay, her hips moving back and forth as if she had not
been disengaged from her lesbian lover.  There, hanging from her
hairless pink vagina was a long thick tail - still glistening
obscenely from the older woman's body.

Mother watched me - as if she was not aware of the fever of her own
body as it moved sexually behind her.

I sat back and forced my hands from between my legs - coming out
drenched in my own juices.  Crawling the single meter to my bed I sat
upon it, still facing the closed doorway to mother's room, my body
trembling in need.

I could hear the muffled voice of Ms. Tommelson - presuming she was
telling mother to do some further lewd act for her.  Yet I sat still,
stunned, my wet hands tightly clenching my own bare knees - afraid to
let go else they would return to that burning place between my thighs.
And that act spoke volumes to me.

The minutes passed and I felt suddenly weary - sad and questioning
everything that I thought I understood about mother as well as my own
sexuality.

Then I felt a presence - perhaps it was the thick exotic perfume mixed
with cigarette smoke - and looked up to see Ms. Tommelson standing,
fully dressed, in my doorway.  She looked amused and I realized she
was staring at my voluptuous wet inner thighs, possibly all the way up
to the sparse pubic hair about my vagina.  My heart felt as if it
stopped and I forced myself to swallow - to breath.

"Isn't this interesting?"  She tore her eyes away from my loins and
adjusted her brassiere strap above her silk coloured blouse.  "Your
mother loves you very much - you know that don't you?"

I could not say a word, my mouth simply would not work.  I nodded
dumbly though - while not feeling so certain of my mothers love after
what I had just witnessed.  I pressed my soft smooth thighs together,
trying to hide what had already been seen.

The old woman continued - her voice, strangely, less commanding than
when I had heard her talking to mother.  "I hired her without a skill
upon her resume - but she begged me for the job... even after I told
her what it 'involved'."  Ms. Tommelson crackled as she had done
frequently, earlier.  "Your mother loves you because she does what I
tell her so you do not have to worry about clothing, food on the
table, and so you can go to a good school."

What about the dump we lived in?  Hadn't mother said she had budgeted
for saving toward our own home?  Oh god!

"So do not judge her too harshly!"

With that, and a parting lust-filled gaze toward my thighs once again,
Ms. Tommelson turned and strode heavily from our apartment.

I sat in silence with shame and humiliation.

I had witnessed my mothers willing submission to that woman because it
was her job - because she did it to get us back on our feet.  Because
she had no other choice.  Because I am a selfish brat who could not
see a hand before my face even if it slapped me.

Thinking about mother, and what she must possibly be thinking after
seeing her daughter peek on her, I stood and left my bedroom to stand
in the doorway to hers.  Her humiliation had to be more extreme than
my own - she must think I am lost to her as a loving caring child.

Mother lay naked, but for her heels, upon her bed, in a fetal position
sobbing into her hands.  The air was thick with the mingled smells of
feminine pleasure - and I could not help but inhale deeply.  It was
different, but at the same time the same, as my own - and it felt like
my head was spinning.

My parent did not know I had entered her room until she felt the bed
shift and peeked between her fingers to see her half-naked daughter by
her hip.  I reached out and lay my hand on her shoulder - feeling the
warm smooth flesh tremble at the touch.

"Please go honey!"  She turned her head down into the soiled blanket -
ashamed - wanting to be alone with it.

"Mom... its okay...?"

The sobs returned and I felt, and saw, mother's body shake in
response.

Then something inside me broke - perhaps it was my sanity or perhaps
it was my innocence.  But I pulled my sweatshirt from my round soft
body and threw it upon mother's bedroom floor.  I then quickly
unhooked my front-clasp brassiere and slipped it from my shoulders.

I was sitting naked, but for short white ankle socks, by my naked
parent.  Moving slowly and carefully, I twisted about and lay gently
behind mother so that we faced the same direction.  Her sobs stilled
as she felt me wiggle in closer to her - my large breasts pressing
into her smooth back and my loins into her full jutting pale buttocks.
We were effectively spooned as she used to do to me ten years before.
My arm circled her waist as I pressed my lips to her neck, kissing her
tenderly.

Mother had become silent and still in my attempt to show her
compassion, forgiveness.

I could almost feel her body melt as it accepted my closeness -
mother's breathing calm and her sobs became but a memory.

We lay, mother and daughter, for a long while like that.  The loud
sounds of the neighbourhood drifting through the open window appeared
as background music to our moment of bonding.  It had been mother's
choice to submit to that vile woman - out of love for me.  Who was I
to judge her without knowing the cost of that submission?

In the last minutes, since coming home, I had taken more steps toward
maturity than at any prior time in my life.  I felt more aware,
mature... an adult... for the first time in my life.

Father had abandoned both mother and I to our own devices - had turned
me into a bitter fat teenage girl, and mother into an old lesbians
play-thing.  It was he that deserved my mire, my disgust - not my mom.

What I did next was a conscious, adult, decision.  Yet, I do not know
what drove me to it - desire or love?  Probably both.

Having lain for long minutes together, my mother accepting and even
enjoying her daughter cuddling her after her 'ordeal', I slipped my
open palm down lower past mothers smooth soft flesh of her navel.

The calm closeness stilled and mother stopped breathing as my hand
slipped past her belly button and did not pause.

At that point, my mother did the unimaginable.  Proof yet, that my
actions were not unwarranted.  Mother lifted her top leg just enough
to give my small chubby hand room to slip into that comfortable, hot
wet, feminine place between her legs.  Suddenly I held another woman's
hairless loins as the woman before me sighed deeply as proof that I
was not imagining her positive response.

Mother clenched her buttocks and firmly thrust herself into my open
palm, gasping as her excited enlarged clitoris ground against the heel
of my hand.  I barely breathed as I lay behind my own parent,
realizing what I was doing.

The only vulva that I had ever palmed was my own - and this had less
hair, longer outer labia and a thicker hard clitoris than my own.  Yet
I knew how to pleasure myself, the actions that resulted in giving me
that pleasure, so I used those lessons here - with mom.

I had seen mother with Ms. Tommelson - had seen her eyes and known
that she did not lay with her out of lust.  It had puzzled me - why
would anyone put up with such a vile person, be humiliated and used
willingly.  But after the old woman had confronted me, had told me
mother took her new 'job' to help us get back on our feet - I knew,
suddenly, what love meant.  What selflessness meant.

I also realized that it had to have been difficult on my parent as
well - not so unlike my passionate voyeur moments, leaving me panting
with desire.  Ms. Tommelson used mother, that much was apparent - that
mother was excited, sexually, was also obvious.  She had needs, was a
desirable woman - yet had given that part of herself up for me!

Don't you see the injustice in that?

Yet, it was not pity that drove my hand between her legs.  It was more
than that.  It was something akin to love mingled with desire.

I am not a lesbian - yet I had gotten so hot and wet watching the show
earlier that I could care less for labels at that moment.

My two middle fingers angled inward and sunk into my mother's ready
and willing body.  All pretence at our roles as mother and daughter,
of parent and child, were forgotten.  My mom had hooked her upper leg
around my own, was grasping one of her own sexy bare breasts in her
hand while humping her hips into my own.  She allowed this to happen -
needed it both in body and spirit.  Mother needed her daughter,
emotionally and physically, to understand.... to help.

Her sighs were getting loudly, her body trembling as she thrust.  I
was amazed as only a virgin can, at the closeness of two persons - of
giving and witnessing pleasure.

My hips were thrusting in time to hers, pressing my own hot wet loins
into her hip - my need rising with her own.

Then it happened and our lives will never be the same.  How can a
person not be changed after looking at another in the most helpless
and emotionally-bare moment of their lives?  My parent suddenly
tightened her whole lean sexy body before she groaned gutturally, a
hot wet wave of fluid washing my working hand.  Her body then jerked
without rhyme as the pleasure hit randomly throughout her pale body
without vengeance.

Then it was over - and I held my tired, sweaty naked mother in my
arms.

Mother reached down and gently disengaged her daughters hand from
between her legs, setting it over one of her full breasts.  Then she
lay silent except for the loud attempts to regain her breath.

Do you want to know what I felt at that moment?  Proud and mature.

I had helped my mother, as she did what she had to do to help me.

Of course I felt very excited as well - but that was only part of the
pleasure of the moment.  I could care for the throbbing need between
my legs later.

Minutes went by and mother's body had calmed, her sweaty skin turning
cool from the breeze coming through the open window.  Only then did
she move, turning about within my arms until she faced me on her
elbows next to me.

We looked into the others eyes as equals and as if for the first time.
"Thank you honey."  It was spoken with much emotion, in a slow careful
voice I had never heard my mother use before.  She need not have
spoken, though, I had read her appreciation in her eyes.

She leaned forward and kissed me tenderly, lingering upon my still
virgin lips, our eyes locked.  It was no parent-child kiss - yet
neither was it a kiss of a lover, as I imagined it to be.

Then as I watched through happy, tear filled eyes, mother closed hers
and lowered her head to my bosom.  Her kisses caused small electrical
charges upon my nipples... lower to my navel... and then finally, upon
my outer labia.

Mother's head descended between my full soft thighs, knowing that she
found me passionate and ready.

When had my legs spread?

The first touch of her tongue on my clitoris was electric and my back
jerked upward in response.  I may have even called out to god - though
I doubt he heard me.

Mother used her experience to give me more pleasure than I thought was
possible for any lifetime.  Through it all I forced myself to keep my
eyes locked to the top of her head - partially out of amazement, but
also out of respect and love.

--

