When the garage door opened, I immediately awoke. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was 1:10 AM.
I heard my mother entering the house, and soon she came upstairs. She stopped for a moment at Kate’s bedroom, checking on her, and then went to her own room. (Molly was sleeping over at Violet’s.)
It was quiet for a while after that. I thought perhaps she had gone straight to bed, and I was momentarily hurt that she had neglected to come in and kiss me goodnight.
But then I heard her soft footsteps. The door to my bedroom opened, and she came in.
I could see her in the light from the hall. She was wearing a sexy, sheer black nightie that I really liked, with no panties. I smelled her delicious perfume and my mouth began to water. God, I wanted my mother so much!
“Hi, doll,” she smiled.
“Hi, Mommy.”
After closing the door, my mom switched on the small lamp by my bed, then sat down beside me and touched my cheek, gently caressing it. We stayed that way for a minute or so, just looking at each other and smiling.
I gazed into her beautiful face, licking my lips as I looked at her eyes, her mouth, her smooth white arms. I admired the shape of her full breasts and I loved seeing the way her nipples made little puddles in the clinging fabric of the nightgown.
Without saying anything else, my mother bent down, slowly bringing her lips to mine, and we kissed. This was a tender, almost romantic kiss, not as urgent as her kisses often could be (which I also liked), but warm and loving.
I parted my lips. Our tongues met and did a slow dance. I could feel her breath hot inside my mouth, steamy on my face.
When she finally pulled away, I was shaking with excitement.
“Can I get in bed with you?” she whispered.
“Of course.”
She pulled the nightie over her head, dropping it to the floor, then slid in next to me. We were both naked. She cuddled up close, wrapping her arms around me, laying a thigh over mine, kissing my neck. I was in heaven.
My mother held me that way for a few minutes, tenderly kissing and licking my neck. By this time my pussy was throbbing with need and I knew I was getting juicy.
“Oh, Julie,” she finally breathed, “sometimes I want…”
She paused.
I waited for her to go on, and when she didn’t, I asked, “You want what, Mommy?”
“Sometimes I want… things that maybe I shouldn’t have.”
Again a pause.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
I felt her hand slowly slide across my chest to find my little tit. Her fingers teased my nipple, making me shudder with desire.
I was about to say something again when she took her hand from my breast and laid it on my cheek, turning my face to hers. She gently kissed my lips, and said, “Baby, I love you. I love you so much. And… I just can’t help it, I have these other feelings too.”
“I know.”
She smiled at me, looking into my eyes. “But I am your mother. And that’s why I think it’s best if we, if you and I… well…”
She paused again and swallowed before continuing. “I think it’s probably for the best if you and I sort of act out our feelings through other people, when we play our game I mean. Do you understand?”
“You mean like pretend?” I asked.
My mother nodded. “Uh-huh, like pretend. Do you remember that night when Melissa was here, and I had you dress up in the same clothes she was wearing?”
“Yeah, I loved that.”
“So did I. And when I saw you dressed like her, and I was with her and I was able to have sex with her, I was pretending that…”
“But, Mommy” — I surprised myself by coming right out and saying what I was feeling — “why do we only have to pretend? Why can’t we really do it?”
It was my mother’s turn to shudder with desire.
“Oh, Julie, my darling girl,” she trembled as her finger traced over my lips, “I want it so much. You know I do, but…”
She stopped and for a minute didn’t say anything else. She just took my face in her hands and looked lovingly into my eyes. Then she whispered, so softly that I could barely hear it, “I just don’t know if I should.”
I had told her what I wanted. I felt then that I was ready, more than ready, to make love with her. But it seemed that would have to wait a while longer.
A few minutes more of quiet, gentle touches and loving looks shared between us, and then finally I said, “Mommy?”
“What, baby?”
“I’ve been wanting to tell you something about Kate. It’s kind of hard to say, though, and I hope you won’t get mad at me…”
She smiled at me and tickled my chin. “Go ahead, sweetness, you just tell me, whatever it is. You know I could never really get mad at you.”
“Well, um, I mean, we’re sisters, so we, like, share stuff with each other. You know?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And so, we were talking one night about, um, about kissing and stuff, and about what sort of things get us both excited.”
“Okay, and…”
“And Kate told me that sometimes she likes to look at girls, you know, like pretty girls at school, and she thinks about what it might be like to kiss them.”
“She does?”
“Uh-huh. And you know, Mommy, she’s 10 and a half now, she’s almost as old as I was when I watched you that first time, with Karen, remember? When we started playing our game?”
I waited to see how she would react to that. She just looked at me and nodded.
“So, um, Kate also told me that, that she knows how to masturbate, and that she likes doing it. A lot. And when she does it, she always thinks about girls. About kissing them and stuff. You know?”
“Okay. And so where is this leading?”
I was feeling very brave that night, ready to say what I really wanted. “Mommy, can Kate start playing our game with us too? Can she come out with me and watch when you bring someone home at night? Please?”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Have you told her about that?”
“No, uh-uh, I haven’t,” I shook my head, “not yet. I wanted to, but I thought I should talk with you about it first. It would be so fun, though, if we could do it together. Please, can we?”
My mother seemed genuinely surprised at the direction our conversation had taken, but at least she didn’t say no right away. She took a deep breath and just looked at me for a few seconds.
“Well…” she began.
“Please? It would be so much fun!”
“So then I would have not just one, but two of my little daughters, two underage voyeurs, looking on while I had wild lesbian sex in front of them. Is that what you’re suggesting?”
I nodded eagerly.
“That is an incredibly tempting idea, Julie. I’ll have to think about this very seriously, though, before deciding. And obviously I’ll need to have a long talk with Kate very soon. That’s overdue, without any question.” Her brow furrowed as she thought through the implications.
I could tell that the lawyer part of my mom had taken charge. She was just amazing. So smart and so capable, and yet at the same time so passionate and sensual. I was deeply in love with her.
And so I told her. “Mommy, I love you.”
She glanced into my eyes. “I love you too, honey.”
“No, I mean, I really love you. Like, I’m in love with you.”
Then she burst out laughing and hugged me. “Oh, my darling girl, you are the cutest thing—”
“Mommy, don’t laugh. Don’t make fun of me. I’m being serious.”
“Oh, I know you are, darling. I’m very sorry.” My mother gave me a quick kiss on the lips, but she was still smiling, even if not quite chuckling any more.
“I apologize for laughing,” she continued. “I really didn’t mean to make light of your feelings. It’s just that, you know, so many new things are going around in my head tonight. But I would never belittle how you feel. Those emotions are real, and you have every right to them.”
“Do you love me too?”
“Of course I do, very much. And, well, to be perfectly honest I’m not quite certain where exactly all my feelings fit in right now, or what kinds of feelings they are. But yes, I love you, Julie, very very much, and I always will.”
She kissed me again. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
My mom seemed to think for another few seconds, and then she said, “You know, your little bed is really a tight fit for two. Why don’t you come and sleep with me in my bed again tonight. Would you like that?”
“Sure!” I grinned.
“Just one thing, though…” she put a finger on the end of my nose “…we can’t be doing this all the time. Only once in a while, as a special treat. Okay?”
I nodded happily.
“All right, come on, little lover. Bring something you can wear in the morning.”
She picked up her nightie from the floor but didn’t put it on, and waited while I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed some jammies from my drawer. Then we walked hand in hand down the hall to her bedroom.
Continue on to Chapter 26
Um, love how Julie is instructing her younger sister and also acting as her advocate with Mom for admission to the games.
It seems really weird how hesitant she is to involve Kate when just a few chapters ago she was involving Molly. And involving molly with Katrina, who is hyper aggressive sexually. It seems so contradictory and also confusing, when did she start involving Molly, and why be so reluctant with Kate? I felt that chapter 18 implied that they were letting Molly do more than just watch.