Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

A brief summary (well, it USED to be brief…) of what has transpired thus far. (To get a additional breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

At band rehearsal, Mal’s and her fellow group members toy with a concept: focus on Eighties pop. At the same rehearsal, they also make plans to perform live, and even manage to work up a cool original song. The entire band is thrilled.

Mallory has a frank discussion with her mother Sharon about sexuality and desire. She admits to listening to her masturbate herself through the wall, then gets Sharon to confess that she has overheard Mallory touching herself as well… and it arouses her. Somehow, Mal persuades Sharon to stay in her room instead, then mother and daughter masturbate together.

The next morning, Sharon is feeling guilty and uneasy, even though she admits to wanting what she and Mallory did the night before. Mal manages to ease her mother’s conscience a bit before they both leave for school.

Mal and her friends run into trouble at school when a lout named Floyd teases Nettie about her sister’s death until she cries. An enraged Julie attacks him, then Mal, Cindy and Emma join in the brawl to keep the much larger Floyd from hurting their friend. Luckily, the principal breaks up the fight, then goes on to suspend Floyd for bullying.

Later at home, Mallory joins Sharon on the couch. They snuggle, then end up grinding their bodies together until they both climax, still in their clothes. This time, mother and daughter share their first passionate kiss.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

March 4th, 2007

God, I’m tired. It’s late, I have school in the morning, and my body craves sleep. But if I don’t keep my diary current, what’s the point? You’ll notice that I’ve stepped up the pace a little bit… this is my third entry this week! I don’t promise to keep it up at that rate.

Tackling Floyd Peterson bought my circle a whole new level of respect. It’s all around school: don’t mess with Julie Hanson, her cousin, or her friends! We’ve privately taken to calling ourselves the Pussy Posse, which you might recall from the last entry was my idea.

Floyd’s reputation, on the other hand, isn’t doing so hot. Nobody wants to be the guy who got taken down by girls! I was half-expecting he’d pick a few fights to regain some respect, but that hasn’t happened either. He’s been sullen and quiet… my guess is that he got in a lot of trouble at home.

Oh, and Floyd’s friend Tom isn’t his friend anymore. In fact, Tom apologized to Nettie for not stepping up when Floyd made fun of her. “I kinda already knew he was a jerk,” Tom said, “but the way he treated you really sucked. I want better friends than that.” Nettie actually gave him a hug! He really is a good guy, deep down.

We had an unexpected series of snow flurries Friday afternoon, bad enough that school let out an hour early. It ALSO meant that Mom got stuck in Wadena. She didn’t know we were being let out early, and barely phoned the school office in time to catch me. She’d already spoken to Lisa, making arrangements for me to go to Julie’s house for the night. Ms. Jordan from the district office literally caught up with me as I was boarding the bus.

Lisa met us at the door, and handed me a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. “Your mom wants you to call her at this number,” she said.

I placed the call. “Hello?” said a female voice I didn’t recognize. That voice had a firm, no-nonsense edge to it.

“Uh… hi,” I said. “My name’s Mallory. Um, I’m trying to reach Sharon Kalvornek?”

“Oh, hi there, Mallory,” the voice boomed, suddenly jovial. “I’m Katerina! Your mom has told me SO much about you. Hang on a second.”

My heart was instantly racing. Mom was at Katerina’s house! There was a thunk as the phone was set down, then another as it was picked up again.

“Hi, sweetie.” Mom’s voice.

“Hi, Mom. I guess you’re not going to be home tonight?”

“I’m afraid not. I tried the highway, and didn’t make it half a mile before I had to turn around. I’m sorry. You’ll be staying at the Hansons tonight.”

I had to smile at that. She didn’t need to apologize for sending me to Julie’s house! “That’s okay, Mom. I’ll be fine. Are you staying with Katerina, then?”

“Mmm-hmm. Katerina and her partner were kind enough to offer me their couch.”

All kinds of crazy thoughts were running through my mind. Would Mom hear them having sex? Would she maybe be invited to join in? Sure, I knew neither of those things was likely, but the images  in my head were immediate, graphic, and powerful. There were also mixed emotions. Part of me was hoping something would happen with Mom and her friends, but there was a little jealousy there as well… I wanted Mom’s first real, bare naked lesbian sex to be with me.

I’m pretty much certain by now that it’s going to happen, Mom and me going all the way. I’m very close to reaching the goal… but let’s not get ahead of ourselves! Mixed emotions aside, knowing where Mom was and imagining what might happen rocketed me instantly to a  state of intense arousal… I felt like the tiniest bit of pressure applied to my clit would be enough  to make me come.

“That’s great, Mom,” I managed, carefully keeping my voice steady. “Have a good time with your friends tonight. That’s what I’m going to do.”

“All right, sweetheart. If you need anything, call.”

I assured her that I would, and got off the phone before she could hear that my breathing was becoming a bit unsteady. I haven’t met Katerina, but I have a fairly fixed image of her in my imagination, and the mental picture of her, my mom and her lover in bed together was getting me just about as hot as I’ve ever been without anyone touching me.

Then again, I’ve been having episodes where I get intensely aroused for what seems like no reason at all, and I feel like there’s some kind of cycle to it. I wonder if I’m close to getting my period.

I replaced the phone in its cradle and turned to face the room. Lisa was reading a magazine, and Julie was on her dad’s computer looking at something or other. Nettie was nowhere to be seen, probably in her bedroom. Jason was out on an ambulance call.

Julie glanced up at me, and her eyebrows lifted. “You okay, Mal? You’re like… all flushed.”

“Mom’s staying with her gay friend and her partner tonight.” I got out.

Julie snickered. “And you’ve got all kinds of naughty thoughts racing around in your noggin.”

I nodded helplessly.

“Have you made any more progress with her?” Lisa asked. “You know… what we were talking about the other day.”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “We kinda… got off by rubbing against each other. We had our clothes on, but we both came.”

I was squeezing my thighs together, which left me totally lightheaded. My panties were so wet that I could feel them squish whenever I moved.

Julie knew exactly what was needed. “Oh, you poor thing,” she said, laughing. “Come on.” Seizing my hand, she guided me through the kitchen to the back bathroom, which was on the opposite end of the house from Nettie’s room. She yanked my pants and panties off, then I spread my legs wide apart. Knees on the throw rug, Julie buried her mouth in my pussy, her tongue attacking my clit with gusto. Closing my eyes, I felt two fingers enter me, fucking me hard and fast. It took less than a minute to come.

***

Nettie seems to be coming out of her shell again. She didn’t talk much that evening, but she did sit in the living room with us, reading one of Jason’s paramedic texts. She’s on Volume 2, which is impressive. Like Julie, I made one brief attempt to read the first volume, and my head was spinning halfway through the first chapter. I wonder how much of it she understands.

***

The bad weather continued through yesterday morning, which meant Mom wasn’t able to drive home till pretty late. But that was okay; I had plans for the afternoon anyway. The whole band and our Official Front of House Engineer Julie got together at Roger’s house to watch Back to the Future. Roger wasn’t kidding… his folks have a REALLY cool home theater with surround sound and a giant flatscreen TV. We made popcorn, turned the lights off, and got comfy.

It was a pretty fun movie. This teenage kid who plays guitar has a nutty old scientist friend who invents a time machine using a sports car called a Delorean. You can go backwards or forwards through time by turning on a device called the flux capacitor and getting the car up to eighty-eight miles an hour. Of course, things go wrong, and the kid goes back in time and almost stops his parents from getting together.

The happy ending… honestly, it bugged me a little. The kid in the movie starts a chain of events that change his father’s personality, and when he returns it turns out that his family has a way better life as a result. But what does that really mean for the main character? His family has a couple decades of shared history that he doesn’t remember. How’s that going to go?

I mentioned that to Julie later on. She just giggled, elbowed me in the ribs and told me I think too much. I suppose she isn’t wrong.

After the movie was over and the lights on, Ralph addressed us all. “So here’s what I was thinking,” he said. “We make a tape that we play at the beginning of the show. We have the lights down, except for one pointing at a backdrop with our logo. In the tape, we’re having a conversation as we’re driving along in our Delorean. We’re arguing about what radio station to listen to. We decide that every station sucks, so we’re gonna go back in time to when the music on the radio was good.

“Fire up the flux capacitor! Find a long flat stretch of highway so we can get her up to eighty-eight miles an hour! Then we land in whatever year our first song was recorded in, and we make the whole rest of the set an 80s radio show. Roger does a really great radio DJ impersonation. Show ‘em, Rog.”

“Aaaaand coming up next on WKX92,” Roger said in a booming, exaggerated voice, “the latest single from Def Leppard, ‘Photograph,’ right after this important message from our sponsors…”

We all cracked up. “That’s actually pretty good,” said Jamie.

“I like what’s on the radio today,” said Katie, “but I still dig the concept. It’ll give us a really strong theme.”

“I didn’t just pull it out of the air,” Ralph admitted. “The Who did an album back in the sixties called “The Who Sell Out,” where they stuck a bunch of cool fake radio ads and stuff in between the real songs. That’s where I got the idea.”

“Oooh… I’m pretty sure I have a vinyl copy of that one,” said Jamie. “I have all my Dad and Grandpa’s old rock records. That’s one of the ones I never got around to checking out, though.”

“You should,” said Roger. “It’s a cool record. But I think we should do this. I’m gonna talk to Jason and see if he knows what we need to record that intro tape and make it sound good, because I’d actually like to unveil it at the student concert. It’s wacky, it’s cheesy… but hey, so were the eighties. So why the hell not?”

Jamie, Julie and I went to Jamie’s house after the movie. Jamie has even more records than I knew about… there’s a whole closet full of them!  Most of it is stuff she got from her dad and her grandpa. We found an old copy of “The Who Sell Out.” We listened to the record, and even though the radio ad bits were completely bonkers, I could see the appeal of the unifying theme. The songs on the album were mostly pretty cool, too.

Jamie’s mom insisted on feeding us supper, after which we once again adjourned to Jamie’s room. We stripped naked and got into a tight circle, listening to Led Zeppelin with our mouths buried between each other’s legs.

***

I thought I might end up sleeping at Julie’s house again last night, but Mom showed up around eight. The highways hadn’t been great, she said, but they’re okay to drive on if you’re careful. We returned to the apartment, and Mom went straight to bed.

“We stayed up way too late,” she informed me with a rueful smile. “Katerina’s partner, Tracy, is really nice. We played cards until after midnight.” Part of me wondered for a moment if more than that had happened, but I know Mom. It would be written all over her face.

This morning, of course, we went to church. During the sermon I amused myself by fantasizing about a three-way between Mom, Katerina, and Tracy, but forced my mind to other matters once I realized that I was soaking my panties. The last thing I needed was a dark wet spot on the back of my dress!

I spent a lot of the afternoon catching up on homework; the price I paid for having spent most of the weekend goofing off. Mom was working on her laptop, also doing school stuff. I made supper that night.  Julie’s lessons in the kitchen have turned me into a better cook than Mom.

After we ate, Mom led me over to the couch. She sat on the opposite end, but I wasn’t having any of that. I slid over and snuggled up. Mom put an arm around me, though she seemed a bit awkward doing it.

“Mallory, I… I need to ask you something,” she said hesitantly.

“Sure. What is it?”

“Well… I spent a lot of time talking to Katerina and Tracy this weekend,” she said. “They told me about their journeys… you know, when they found out they were gay, and when they first acted on it. They were both, well… incredibly young. Tracy says she was twelve the first time she had sex with a girl, and Katerina was ten. Ten! Can you believe it?”

Now I knew what Mom was about to ask, and my stomach tightened a little. But I realized something else, too… she already knew the answer. There was no point in trying to hide the truth. All the same, I picked my words carefully.

“Sure,” I said. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. I think if someone feels ready, that’s when they’re ready. It’s not for anyone else to decide.”

“Mallory… have you… done anything with anybody yet?”

“You know I have,” I said. “I’ve done things with you.”

I felt her tense. “That’s not what I meant… but… oh God.” Her voice broke.

I gripped her hand, squeezed, and turned my face up to hers. She wasn’t crying, not yet, but tears were forming around the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t be upset, Mom,” I said. “I know what I am and what I want. I’m not ashamed. You shouldn’t be, either. It’s not like you get to choose. Can I ask you something now?” She nodded. “When Katerina and Tracy were telling you those things… how did it make you feel? Did you get excited?”

A single tear tracked down her cheek. She nodded again. “Yeah… I… yes, I did. Very excited. I was wishing I’d had experiences like theirs. Can you imagine? Me, having sex with another girl when I was ten.” She paused. “I even knew which girl I would want to, to be with. My best friend Mona… Mona Schmidt. I loved her. Maybe more than I thought at the time…”

“Mom… do you think maybe you’re a lesbian, too?” It felt like the right time to ask.

She squeezed my hand tightly. When she spoke, her voice was steadier. “I think it’s possible that yes, I’m attracted to women. Oh, Mallory, after Katerina and Tracy went into their bedroom Friday night, if you could just imagine the thoughts that were running through my head…”

I giggled. “Remember who you’re talking to, Mom! I can imagine, all right. When you told me you were staying over, I got all horny thinking about you getting into a threesome with them.”

Mom stared at me for a moment, a stern expression on her face. Just as I was starting to worry about what was coming next, she burst out laughing.

“Oh… oh, Mallory!” she exclaimed. The arm around my shoulders squeezed. Then her face went serious again. “What scares me the most isn’t that,” she said. “It’s the fact that I got so excited picturing Katerina and Tracy having their first lesbian experiences as children.”

“Or the stuff with me?” I asked. “Does that scare you?”

“Yes, that too. Even more, because I’m your mother.”

I shrugged. “So what? It’s not like we can get each other pregnant!”

We both got to laughing at that, and it felt good. But it wasn’t long before Mom was looking at me again with that sober expression. “You never did answer my question, sweetheart.”

I sighed. “Yes, Mom. I’ve been having lesbian sex for six months.”

She closed her eyes. “I figured. I was thinking about the things you did when we… you know…”

“Are you angry?”

“No. How can I be, after what I’ve already let happen between us? And…” she hesitated. “I talked to Katerina and Tracy about it. I didn’t tell them what we did, just that you identify as a lesbian, or maybe bisexual, and that you were probably doing things with other girls. They were just like… good for her! Hope she’s having fun. They were so relaxed about it, I guess it made me rethink things even more than I already have.”

“I’d love to meet Katerina and Tracy, Mom. I think they’d be great people for me to talk to.”

“I think I can arrange that,” said Mom. “Mallory, if you’re honest with me, I promise I won’t be mad. You and Julie Hanson…?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” I said. “We have a deal where we can do things with other people, too, as long as we’re both there. But we’re a couple.”

Mom frowned. “But you’ve been doing things with me,” she said, “and she wasn’t here.”

I smiled. Time to go all in. “I’ll tell you the whole truth, Mom. I realized you were into women months ago… maybe girls, too. I don’t even think you even knew it yourself. And you’re SO beautiful… well, it kind of made me think about doing stuff with you. I told Julie about it, because we tell each other everything. She  knows she can’t be here for anything you and I do, but if it happens, you get to be the one exception.” I paused, wondering if I should tell Mom everything, then decided to go for it. “Julie’s attracted to you, too, by the way.”

Mom was holding her breath. She let it all out in an explosion of air. “So… you’ve planned all this?”

I nodded, grinning. “I didn’t really expect anything to happen between you and me… but I’ve sure been trying for it,” I said.

Mom laughed. “A seductress at age twelve. God help us.”

“Well… it’s kind of been working, right?”

Mom nodded slowly. “I guess it has.” Then she frowned. “How much does Julie know about, um, what you and I have done?”

“Relax, Mom,” I said. “Julie and I have a lot of secrets. There’s things we’ve done with other people that you don’t know about, stuff I’m not gonna tell. Julie knows everything, but she’s not going to blab. Everyone involved has too much to lose.” I ran my fingertips up her thigh. Mom closed her eyes and sighed.

“Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“Does talking about this stuff get you… excited? I’m really turned on right now.”

Mom let out a shuddery sigh. “Y… yeah… yes, it does. I’m turned on, too.”

I got up on my knees, which put my face at about the same level as hers. Cupping her chin, I turned her head to face me, then moved in until our lips met.

She responded almost instinctively. Our open mouths teased and toyed. Finally I slipped my tongue forward, lightly tracing the insides of her lips. She seemed to freeze for a second, then her tongue met mine.

We shared a long, tender kiss, then she pulled away. “M… Mallory… I don’t…”

Her ragged breathing told me everything I needed to know. “I’ve already walked this road, Mom,” I whispered, lightly caressing the back and sides of her neck. “I can teach you everything. Let me teach you…”

“Not… n-not tonight,” she gasped. “Have to… I have to think about this a little more.”

I was disappointed, but knew better than to push any further. “Can I at least sleep with you tonight?” I asked.

“Um… okay,” Mom whispered, then got up. She took my hand, tugging me gently from the couch. “Let’s get ready for bed.” It was still early, but I wasn’t about to argue!

Fifteen minutes later we were snuggled up in Mom’s bed, she in a nightgown, me in a fuzzy two-piece. Mom was still slightly dazed, and I could feel the arousal coming off of her like a glow. “Mom?” I said after a few minutes.

“Yeah?”

“Are you still excited?”

A dry chuckle. “Oh, yes.”

“Me, too. I have to do something about it. Should I go back to my own bed, or can I…?”

There was a long silence. “I think here would be fine,” she whispered.

“Are you going to do it, too?”

“Yeah… probably.”

“I’m going to get naked to do it,” I said. “If that’s okay. And I’d love it if you got naked, too. Even if I can’t touch you yet, I want to see all of you.”

“I… I guess that would be all right.”

I reached across her to switch on the bedside table lamp. It’s not super-bright, but it cast just the right amount of light across the bed. I tugged my PJ top over my head, tossed it to the floor, then stripped off the bottoms. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Moving slowly, as if in a trance, Mom got to her feet, pulled the nightgown over her head and off, then lay back down. She was still for a long moment, then raised her knees up and shimmied out of her panties.

I spent a minute or two looking her up and down. I can’t recall ever seeing Mom naked, and she was flat-out stunning. Her small, perfectly formed tits with dark brown areolas, her smooth, taut skin, the sparse tuft of hair between her legs, framing the rosy slit that I was just aching to caress.

Finally, I lay down next to her. “I want to hold your hand while I touch myself, Mom. Is that okay?” She nodded.

Taking her hand with my left, I trailed the right downward to lightly cup my pussy. The whole slit was dripping with wetness, and I took some on my fingers, rubbing it all around my pussy lips and the upper part of my thighs. The smell of sex hung delicately in the air. I heard a gasp from beside me, and felt Mom’s body shudder. Looking to my right, I could see that her free hand was busy between her legs.

I slipped a finger inside, curling my hand so It was grinding against my clit. “Ohhhhh!” I groaned. Then I got brave. “Oh, Mom, I’m fucking myself…”

I wasn’t sure how she’d respond to that kind of talk, so I felt a delicious shiver when Mom raised her head and looked down at my hand, watching me finger my cunt. God, what a thrill that was! I guess Mom felt that way too, because she moaned out loud, and moved her own hand even faster. I could actually hear her pussy squish!

Mom dropped her head to the pillow, her face turned towards mine. Our eyes met, and it was only a matter of inches for my mouth to reach hers. She met me full-on, her lips parted, and just like that, my mother and I were kissing like lovers. We kissed frantically, hungrily, our tongues darting and dancing. I felt my orgasm bearing down on me with the force of a runaway locomotive, and I backed off the pace of my fingering for a moment, wanting to come at the same time as Mom.

I didn’t quite make it. She suddenly tore her lips from mine, her wild cry filling the room. I began to work my fingers furiously, grinding with my palm, but Mom’s orgasm had already taken hold. Her body tensed, her back arched, and she spent herself with another loud wail.

She went limp, and I crushed my mouth to hers again. She accepted and returned my passion, and I came a moment later, shaking and moaning in Mom’s arms.

We snuggled together, catching our breath. It felt so good to be holding my mother like this, both of us naked. Like I’d been waiting my whole life to be that close to her, but didn’t know it until right then.

“I love you, Mallory,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mom.”

I was kind of afraid that Mom would want to talk about what we’d just done, but she just smiled, closed her eyes and settled in, her body touching mine.

Mom fell asleep right away, but I found myself surprisingly restless. So I got up, and poured all of this onto paper. It is now entirely too late, and I’m going to be worn out as an old pair of pants tomorrow. Hey, it is what it is.

March 11th, 2007

I wrote last time about how I wasn’t sure I could keep up two or three entries a week. Now look! It’s Sunday, I’m just finishing up my week at Home One, and I haven’t done a new entry in what feels like ages. Let’s see… what happened this week that’s worth writing about?

Well, for one thing, me and Julie are in the heavy planning stages for Nettie’s birthday party. Her birthday is next Saturday, which is convenient… school’s out, so we can have the party on the actual day. Her parents won’t be coming; they’re both still in institutions. Her mom, you’ll remember, had a full-on psychotic break, and every time her dad gets cut loose from rehab, he ODs on booze, drugs or both at once.

Jason and Lisa have been doing what they can to take Nettie to visit her parents on weekends, but it’s hard. Her mom is in Prairie St Johns in Fargo, and her dad’s in Alina in the twin cities. Either way is a considerable drive, and they’re in exact opposite directions. Jason tells me that with psychiatric holds, it usually comes down to wherever they can find a bed.

We’re going to play heavy metal and have a big cake for the party. Nettie has just a couple of people from her class she wants to invite, and that’s okay. Even if she didn’t keep to herself so much, she hasn’t been here long enough to make many friends. I was glad that she asked if Cindy, Emma, and Megan could come. I guess she hasn’t forgotten when we tackled that jackass who was picking on her! She also invited Jamie.

Speaking of which, Jason had a wacky idea to set something up to play records for the party, since Nettie has taken such an interest in Jamie’s vinyl rig. He has this old thing in the garage called a console stereo… it’s this massive piece of furniture that has a radio, a turntable, speakers, the whole works all built in. It’s like five feet long and just looks like a big cabinet with the top closed.

Tuesday afternoon after school, he had Jamie over to check it out while Julie and I looked on.

“What do you think?” he asked her. “It powers up, and the turntable spins. I can see it’s missing the cartridge, but I’m not sure what else. I was hoping you could tell me what I need to make this thing work, and if I can get it in just under two weeks.”

“It’s really cool and retro,” said Jamie, “but you’d be better off turning it into a bar than playing your records on it.”

“Oh? Why is that?” Jason wanted to know.

“Because these tonearms are junk, and there’s no way to retrofit a better one. You can’t adjust the tracking force, the azimuth… anything, really. The cartridges that’ll fit these… you can still get them, but the styli aren’t anything you want touching your vinyl, even if you could fix all those other problems. It’d be all right for scratchy old garage sale records, but I wouldn’t let my good vinyl be in the same room with this. I’m really sorry, big brother, but I gotta call it like I see it.”

“Damn,” said Jason. “Any suggestions?”

“You have a preamp or receiver with a phono stage built in?”

“Uh… I doubt it.”

Jamie thought for a moment. “Tell you what,” she said. “I’m not about to move my main turntable… it’s all leveled and everything. But I have an old Technics I’ve been meaning to fix up. I already have a cartridge and stuff, but it needs gone through and I’ve been waiting till I have time to learn how.”

She turned to Julie. “You know a lot about electronics, right?” Julie grinned and nodded. “So if I could borrow Julie this weekend, we could go through it, clean things up, fix anything that’s wrong, and I could do a setup. Then I could bring it over along with an extra phono preamp I have lying around. We’ll plug the whole works into your stereo, then you can rock the house for Nettie’s party. I’ll bring some records she’ll like.”

In other news, I’m learning to play guitar! There are a few songs we’re doing that have two very prominent guitar parts and little to no keyboards. Ralph is going to play guitar sometimes when Jamie’s doing lead vocals, but he’s REALLY bad at singing and playing at the same time. Maybe it’s something he can fix over time, but until then we’d like to have a second guitar on some of the things he sings lead on.

There are two problem songs at the moment. One is called “I Need You Tonight” by Inxs. There’s this sexy little single-note line that pretty much runs throughout, but Jamie can’t play it along with the other guitar stuff. I tried it on the keys, but we just weren’t happy with the way it sounded. There’s a certain articulation you get with a plucked instrument that a keyboard doesn’t capture.

The song that pushed us over the edge, however, is by a band called Poison. We’re mostly avoiding hard rock, but we do want to throw a hint of it in there, and Jamie suggested a song called “Fallen Angel.” We absolutely hated the way it sounded every time she stopped playing rhythm to jump into a lead! With most songs it’s not a big deal, but in this one, it simply Did. Not. Work.

Poison is a one-guitar band, so we checked out a live recording to see how they handled it without the guitar overdubs. To be honest, we thought it sucked. So I’m learning to play guitar. Jamie  has a lot of electric guitars lying around, so she loaned me one, and she and Jason are both helping me learn. So now I’m spending even MORE time practicing music, which is fine by me… it’s the most fun you can have with your panties on!

We’re also getting a backdrop! Roger’s dad owns a printing company, and he’s going to make us a big cloth backdrop with our logo on it. We should have it well before the spring concert. Along the same lines, Jason is going to arrange for us to get into a studio and record that intro tape. He also suggested that we record excerpts from some of the songs we’re doing, and create a radio spot that we can give to the venues we’re going to play. That way if they want to advertise the gig, they’ll have something they can use.

There’s so much that goes into all of this I didn’t know about! I figured you just got a few friends together, practiced some songs, and then went and got gigs. But even at the local level, there’s a lot of business involved. Fortunately Roger seems to have a real knack for it, and we also have Jason to guide us.

Soon to come: Chapter Twenty-Eight!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far: Holly, an experienced lesbian at age thirteen, is vacationing with her mum on an ocean liner, the Jade Princess. The trip is boring at first, but quickly livens up when Holly gets acquainted with two gay crew members – Anna, a barmaid, and Julie, a cashier in one of the ship’s gift shops — as well as a girl her own age: shy, geeky Jessica. Holly flirts with or fucks all three at various points, with the promise of more to come. Suddenly, what promised to be a dull vacation has become a most enjoyable experience.

The story resumes here. Do enjoy.

by kinkys_sis 

Chapter Two: Pirate Attack

Anna and Julie were now my lovers and good friends, but I never had the opportunity to get anything going with Jessica. It wasn’t her fault. It was simply that her parents kept a sharp eye on her, always wanting to know where she was and what she was up to.

On the other hand, I got to hide underneath Anna’s bar counter one morning and make her come with my mouth. I only wish I could have seen her face when she was serving someone and I was licking her pussy. I was able to do something like that for Julie a time or two – station myself behind the shop counter and give her a good fingering. No one seemed to think a thirteen-year-old was capable of such wicked behaviour. Well, would you?

The ship had called at Mombasa, a place that didn’t impress me much. Our arrival hadn’t been anticipated, and it wasn’t a regular port of call for large cruise ships, so no organised outings were laid on. There was also some sort of civil unrest going down. Most passengers decided not to go ashore and settled instead for the view, which was in itself quite spectacular. Fort Jesus, built in the sixteenth century by the Portuguese, overlooked the harbour. It was an imposing structure, but it had been built for the slave trade, and I had no interest in touring the site of an atrocity. I was glad when we finally set sail again, heading north towards the Red Sea.

I continued to have sexy fun with Anna and Julie when their work schedule allowed, and whenever I could get away from Mum and her crowd.

***

One day the ship had slowed considerably, and no one seemed to know why. My first thought was of Somalian pirates, but after I rushed up on deck, a look around told me the surrounding ocean was empty of other vessels. All I could see was a smudge of land on the horizon to our west.

Then the captain’s voice came over the Tannoy system.

“We have a minor engine room problem that is being investigated as I speak. It may slow us for a while, but we should soon be on our way. I will, of course, keep you informed of further developments.”

I took myself up to the bar to tease Anna for a bit, but there were loads of customers, so she was too busy to spend more than a moment with me. I was able to let my bikini top slip briefly, so she got a nice peek at my nipples. She seemed distracted as she served her next customer, which gave me a laugh.

An hour later, the captain spoke to us once more. “Our technical problems are a bit worse than we first thought. We’ll be detouring to Mogadishu in Somalia, where spare parts will be air-freighted to us. It will mean a two-day stopover. The cruise reps will be available to advise you on possible sightseeing excursions. Updates will follow as information becomes available.”

Mogadishu was even less inviting than Mombasa. I was feeling fed up with the whole cruise until a rep told me about a jeep trip to somewhere called Warsheikh. She said it wasn’t too far, and they had a spectacular beach that hardly anyone knew about, ideal for swimming and snorkelling. There was also a fish restaurant and bar in a picturesque old shack. By then, anything seemed better than being stuck on board that broken-down tub, so I put my name down for a couple of seats on the jeep.

Neither Anna nor Julie could get off work to join me, but I got a nice surprise when Jessica’s parents gave her permission to go – that is, after her mum was assured there would be proper adult supervision. Little did Jessica’s mother know that the first chance I got, I planned to spirit her precious daughter far away from the grownups!

The jeep was larger than I expected, quite spacious and comfortable for what turned out to be six passengers, along with a local security guard and our driver. Aside from Jessica, I didn’t know anyone.

Jessica’s cheeks took on a beautiful glow when I whispered to her, “We can get to touch each other’s pussies when we’re swimming in the ocean. It’s time you touched mine.”

“It is? Oh, goodness,” she said. Jessica had a habit of questioning nearly everything I said.

After spending hours on target practice on the ship’s gun range, I was fascinated by the guard’s rifle. When I asked for a closer look, he took a childish delight in demonstrating how it worked, although he did take care to slide the magazine out before allowing me to hold it.

It didn’t take long to cover thirty or so miles on a pretty good coastal road before we arrived at our destination. Everyone was astonished by the beauty of the place. A pure white sandy beach stretched into the distance. Gentle waves cascaded onto the sand or swirled around large rocks.

A car park was at the rear of the beach restaurant, which held the bar. The place was like something you’d see in an old movie. All manner of things were hanging on the bar-front – large shells, oddly shaped bottles by the dozen, many years’ worth of old postcards – and just outside, several octopuses were stretched on wooden frames to dry in the sun.

The African guy behind the bar was delighted to see us. His English was difficult to understand, but I was able to gather that he didn’t see many customers during the daytime.

There was a machine on the bar that extracted the juice from fresh oranges. Jessica and I wanted to see it in operation, so we had one apiece. The bartender laughed when I asked what else he’d added to our drinks, a clear liquid he’d poured from a bottle with a picture of dates on it. A dab of my finger to the top of the bottle told me it was some sort of powerful liqueur; it made the orange juice taste delicious.

I asked him if there were any parts of the beach that were especially good for swimming. He told us, “No, anywhere is good.” He pointed at our glasses, “But you want go far, I put drink in clean bottles with this.” He held up a straw.

“That’s great, thanks,” I answered.

The others from the ship decided they were going to have lunch — grilled fish, of course. But Jessica and I wanted to take ourselves up the beach.

“Not a lot far, okay,” the guard said in halting English. “I must be seeing you.”

But we didn’t stop until we were quite a long way off. Okay, we were still in sight, but not near enough for anyone to see what we were up to.

We dumped our bags on the sand, shrugged out of our clothes and spread out our towels. My eyes fastened on Jessica’s backside when she bent down. “You’ve got a lovely arse, Jess.”

She blushed as always. “I have?” Again with the questions!

“You do. And I want to feel it. You gonna touch my bum? I’d really like that.”

“You would?” she asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Her eyes locked on mine. “I think maybe… um, that I’d like to… feel it, yeah.” She paused. “No, I know I want to. Are we going to play naughty games?”

Taking hold of her hand, I pulled Jessica with me down onto the spread towels. “Not games, Jess. Sex.” I put a finger over her lips before she could utter the obvious question. “Come here, cutie.”

She didn’t hesitate. just rolled into my arms, her body nestling snugly against mine. I cupped her arse and gave a squeeze, then she did the same to me. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… your bum feels nice, Holly,” she said.

I couldn’t resist. “It does?”

“Don’t take the mickey.” But she was grinning. “Are you going to kiss me now?”

“Fucking right I am.”

“Holly! Oh, my goodness, such language!”

“Nothing wrong with my language,” I answered as I pushed Jessica’s bikini bottom down as far as I could reach. Then I crushed my mouth to hers.

That was when Jessica surprised me in a big way. The shy, unsure little girl was transformed into a lustful teen. She clutched at me, groping the cheeks of my arse. Her kiss was desperate, her tongue engaging mine in a fierce dance.

I hadn’t expected such urgency, but there it was. She wanted to touch me. She wanted to be fucked.

Oh, wow. My heart was throbbing like the massive engines of the ship.

Jessica tore at my bikini until the side ties came free. As she cupped my arse with one hand, she forced the other one between us, going straight for my pussy. Her fingers pushed into me, curving to go deeper. Her body was pressing mine until she was writhing against the back of her hand, using it to rub herself off.

My fingers pushed into the cleft of her arse, finding her star as I helped Jess rock on her hand. She lifted one leg over my hip as her fucking got more frantic. Even as she kissed me fiercely, her eyes remained open. I could see the need, the sheer hunger that had been released, and wondered how long she’d been bottling it up.

Jessica never faltered, nor did she offer any resistance as my probing finger eased into her arsehole. She simply jerked faster against her hand and worked the fingers in my pussy even harder.

I could feel my climax nearing, even though this wasn’t the ideal way for me to be fucked. Her helpless passion was infectious, beautiful, and so intense.

My ability to think shut down completely as an orgasm hit me. I was only vaguely aware Jess had stopped rocking. She abruptly pulled away, breaking the kiss. “Oh, G-god!” she exclaimed. I knew she was coming along with me.

We clutched one another tightly, riding our ecstasy to the limit and beyond. Soon, her movements eased, yet she continued to stare into my eyes.

“What is it, lover?” I finally asked.

A smile lit her face. “I made you come,” she said. She sort of tested the word before saying, “Fuck.” Then her mouth found mine for the softest and most loving of kisses.

We slowly drew apart, pausing to take huge gulps from our bottles of the potent orange drink. Then we lay together quietly, holding hands.

After a while, Jessica turned to face me. “From the first moment I saw you, I wanted you to kiss me,” she began. “I wanted it so badly. I didn’t even know you liked girls! But I’ve never been kissed before. I’ve never really looked at girls that way. But I wanted you to be my friend – my special friend. It shocked me at first. I was fighting my feelings, but I just couldn’t keep away from you. All I knew was I wanted you – a girl – and I didn’t care. I was unhappy when you started avoiding me. I knew you were, but I kept trying.

“I was so jealous when I saw you playing with yourself while that other girl was watching you. But then you called me over and stuck your hand up my skirt. You were the first to ever touch me there. I wanted you to, but I was afraid you’d just mess me about, then send me away. I’m so glad you didn’t.” She hardly paused for breath as the words tumbled out.

I finally touched a finger to her lips. “Jess, stop. I’m here, aren’t I?”

She stared at me for a moment. “You are.” This time it was a statement, not a question.

This conversation was getting a bit too deep for me. “Hey, let’s go try the water,” I said, springing to my feet.

“We’re still naked!” Jessica squealed.

“Who gives a fuck? They can’t tell from way over where they are.”

Jess thought about it, then nodded. “Okay. Let’s go.”

But we’d barely got halfway down the beach when we heard a crackling sound somewhere in the near distance.

“Do you think they’re setting off fireworks for us?” Jess said, skipping ahead.

For a moment I laughed along with her, then grabbed her arm. “That’s not fireworks. Those are guns. Someone’s shooting.” The sound suddenly erupted into a crescendo. “Oh, fuck. Get back to the jeep while I grab our stuff.”

“I can’t leave you, Holly. I’ll wait.”

The gunshots got a lot louder.

“No, go now!” I shouted. “I’ll be right behind. Fucking run!” Jessica hesitated, until I turned to hurry towards our stuff. Then she flew over the sand towards the beach bar. She seemed to be oblivious to her nakedness.

I hastily gathered our things, then turned to follow. Racing along the beach, I saw the driver yelling at everyone to get in the jeep. As the engine fired up, Jess was pointing my way, screaming at the driver to wait. He wasn’t listening. The wheels of the jeep spun, spraying sand and gravel that momentarily blocked my view. The next thing I knew, the jeep was roaring down the road. Shit! They’d left without me!

As I got closer, I saw the guard standing at the corner of the bar, peering anxiously into the distance. He spun around, his rifle raised as I arrived. Needless to say, he was not happy to see me.

“Why you here, missy? Not on jeep?” he shouted. “No good, no good. Terrorists, pirates, bad peoples – they come now.”

We both spun around when we heard a clatter. The barman had tripped and fallen at the side door of the bar in his haste to flee. His rifle had skittered away from him, but he didn’t bother picking it up – just got back to his feet and ran away as fast as his legs would carry him.

“No good run, missy,” the guard said. “You hide bar. I try take them away.”

I thought, At least we’ve got one brave man here, not like that fucking driver. And in the heat of the moment, he paid no attention to my nudity.

I went inside, looking for somewhere to hide. There wasn’t any good place to conceal myself. However, I did spy a large sweat-stained shirt hanging on a hook. It was easier to put on than trying to tie my bikini.

I almost fell when my foot snagged on something. Looking down, I saw the rifle the barman had left behind in his haste to escape.

Did I dare? Could I actually shoot someone? This was a very different thing from firing at a paper target. I was surprised, though, that my hands weren’t shaking when I picked up the weapon. But would I know how to use it? Was it even loaded?

I didn’t have the faintest idea what type of rifle it was, but I was surprised at how easy it was to handle. I checked and found the magazine was full. God knows how many bullets it held. I thought about the movies I liked to watch – check for spare ammo was the rule. I did a quick search of the drawers and found two more full magazines.

Now what the fuck was I supposed to do?

I peeked out the side window when I heard another crackle of gunfire, much closer this time. I caught sight of the guard firing his rifle towards some low shrubs that bordered the parking area. Several guns returned fire. I couldn’t stop my scream when the guard was almost tossed into the air before he crashed to the ground. He didn’t move again.

There was a clatter behind me, I swung around to see the barrel of a gun come through the widening door gap. I hadn’t really meant to fire, but somehow the rifle bucked in my hands and a whole load of holes appeared in the door, almost slamming it shut. Only the gun lying in the doorway had kept it from closing.

I looked through the gap and almost puked when I saw the blood-splattered body lying just outside. God, I’d just killed someone!

The sound of running feet could be heard just outside. I’m not sure how I found the courage to do it, but I pulled the trigger and swept the rifle back and forth above the counter. I heard several screams before the gun was empty. I jammed in a fresh magazine, then crouched down while I listened. I heard nothing except whimpering.

Raising my head, I peered over the bar, but I saw no one. A bit higher, and there they were – three big black guys lying on the ground. Two weren’t moving at all. The third was writhing in pain. It was then that the shakes hit me, and my guts churned. I fought for control. You’re okay, I told myself.

I took my mobile phone out of my bag, gingerly pulled the door open and stepped outside. There was no one there – only dead bodies. Even the wounded man had stopped moving.

I had no idea what to do. Should I run down the road, the way the jeep had gone, or would it be better to head for the distant houses? I reasoned that was the direction the pirates had come from, and there might be more of them. Better to head down the road. I snatched up a couple more ammo magazines the first guy I killed had dropped – they looked the same as the one I had left – and ran like fuck across the car park.

I hadn’t got very far when the sound of a roaring engine came chasing after me. I was in deep shit.

There was a low wall next to the road. I pivoted and dove over it. That was a mistake. This big black guy was sitting on a rock, his gun aimed at me, a huge grin on his face.

He waved the gun a little and shouted at me. I didn’t have a clue what he said, but I didn’t see what else I could do. I dropped my rifle and lay on the ground looking up at him.

I heard the truck brake to a stop before several more men piled over the wall. I was trapped.

They bent and peered intently at me. One spoke to me, trying what I guessed were different languages. The last was in a kind of English. All I understood was… “Ship… English?”

My voice croaked when I tried to answer. One of them tossed a bottle of water at me. I took a slug, then managed, in a weak voice, “Yes, I’m English and from the cruise ship.”

They jabbered among themselves. Some shouted, there was a lot of arm waving. The guy still sitting in front of me suddenly roared and they all went quiet.

The one who had spoken to me before now said, “You come, not you troubles – you okay. People pay us, then you go back.”

The big guy shouted again. My interpreter pointed towards the truck. “You go up, we go.”

Not one of them seemed to care that I’d just killed four of them. Their dead were simply forgotten.

We drove inland, mile after mile, climbing gradually higher. At last, we arrived at a forested area, and shortly after turned off the road and continued down a bumpy dirt track. It was several miles before we pulled into a clearing surrounded by small huts. There were even more armed men sitting or just lying about. Most of them got up to come over and see the white girl they had brought in.

The big guy spoke once more. Hands grabbed hold of me. and I was dragged towards a wooden cage affair. One opened the door and pushed me inside. I stumbled and fell to the ground as the door was slammed shut and chained.

Another pair of hands clutched at me and hauled me up. I jerked away, but then saw the black girl who was helping me stand. She was beautiful, proud and poised-looking, but who was she?

Her voice, when she spoke, was calm, with no trace of fear. “I hear them say you are English. How did they get you?”

I told her my story. She didn’t interrupt, only raised an eyebrow when I told her about the four men I had killed. When I had finished, she looked at me closely, then said, “But you are so young. You must be very brave to fight these people … and kill them, yet you suffer no shock. It means I can rely on you. When the time comes, we will fight together.”

Her English was almost perfect, just with a slight accent. “How is it that you speak my language so well? None of the others can. Who are you?”

“I was raised Orthodox Christian, taught by an old priest who lives in the mountains. There are many priests there, where churches are carved into the mountainsides, some of the oldest Christian churches in the world.” She hesitated. I guessed she was considering whether or not to tell me more. “You have heard of Sheba, the Queen of Sheba? She, Makeda, was my ancestor.” She paused, waiting for my response.

“Yes, I know who the Queen of Sheba was.” It was true. Jessica had actually given me a lecture on the subject, and that time, I was paying attention. “But I thought she came from somewhere near the Red Sea.”

She solemnly nodded. “That is indeed what many believe. It is even mentioned in both the Bible and the Quran, although only briefly. They are all wrong. Our version of the Bible makes far more accurate references. Sheba was in Ethiopia, in my land. I am the present Queen of Sheba. I am believed to be the first monarch since her time who is not a man. My name is Makeda.”

“Um, I’m Holly.” It was the weirdest coincidence, to have been talking about the Queen of Sheba one day and then actually meet her – or her descendant, at least – on the next. “But you’re so light-skinned, and your face… the shape, I mean. Is so different from most of the natives I’ve seen.”

“I am of the Habesha people. We are not of the black African tribes. My ancestors came from southern Arabia, they moved here, mostly into the mountain areas. That was several thousand years ago. Over the centuries, my people have inter-mixed with the other tribes of Ethiopia. So now, we are neither Arabian nor true black African.”

“You said something about us fighting together. How can we fight when we’re stuck in this cage?”

“You will see, but you must be ready. My warriors will come for me. When they do, do not get separated from me or you will surely be killed. Once we make good our escape, you will stay with my people. Is there still more fight in you?”

I nodded. “Believe me, staying in this bloody cage is not on my agenda. I’m with you, Makeda.”

She nodded. “Together we do battle, together we win.”

The moon shone brightly, enough for me to take a closer look at my new friend. “You called me young, Makeda, but you are not much older yourself.”

“True, I am only sixteen, but I have trained to be a queen and a warrior. You have not. I do not understand how you even know how to use a gun.”

“My younger years were spent in Uganda, where my father worked. That’s where I learned to shoot. I was also taught to box. I’ve never been one to frighten easily, or back away from a scrap. It can get me in trouble sometimes, but that’s just the way I am.”

“Yes, I see it in you,” she said. “You are like me. I did not expect to see this in a young white woman. We are well met. We will survive this ordeal.” She took my hand in hers. “I see something else in your eyes. I see how you look at me. You called me beautiful. But you said it as men do when they look at me. Perhaps your pulse quickened?”

Shit! Was I that obvious?

“Did I offend you? That was not my intention. Your beauty, your stature and poise, even a certain wildness I see in you… these things excite me. Again, it’s the way I am.”

She came a step closer. “You have experiences with other girls? Very good, yes … but perhaps you have not kissed a queen before. Myself, I have never kissed a white girl. Shall we find out what else we have in common?”

Even with our difference in ages, Makeda was no taller than I was. We were a perfect match when our arms circled one another.

Her fuller lips were a delight against mine, and the urgency of her kiss suggested someone in need. Oh my God, I was going to make it with an honest-to-God queen, and a beautiful one.

My hand found her smooth, naked sex beneath her skirt. She was shaved clean. My fingers moved along the length of her pussy lips, which were still quite dry. I pressed, without seeking, the spot where her clit was hidden. Gently, but moving quickly, I rubbed her. Makeda responded, her hips gyrating to my actions. She kissed me harder, more urgently.

I slid my fingers back down to her opening. The moisture was there now. I eased her lips open before pushing between, slipping slowly into her. The groan, deep in her throat, was like the growl of a lioness. Her pelvis began to push and pull, back and forth on my probing fingers.

She wasn’t as gentle as I was when her hand found its way beneath my shirt. Smiling when she realised I was naked underneath, Makeda plunged two fingers into me and instantly began to fuck my cunt, making that growly noise again when I pulled a breast free with my other hand, then gave her engorged nipple a hard squeeze. Her response was to fuck me harder.

Using her other hand, she gripped my arse cheek, giving it a sharp squeeze. This girl liked it rough. Or maybe she was just starved for sex.

She broke the kiss with a firm bite of my lower lip. “I want to see your face when I make you… I do not know the words for what you call it. The priest did not teach me that.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” I said, trying not to smile. Imagine a priest telling a young girl how an orgasm worked! “The word is come. When you make me come… that’s when you want to watch me. Are you ready, then?… I am! Please, fuck me faster.”

“Yes, we go faster. Then we can … come together.”

I sensed she was about to cry out loud and clamped my lips on hers, stifling the noise. It wouldn’t do to get caught by one of these guerillas! Her body went rigid as she pulled me hard against her. She kept her fingers moving inside me, trying to make me climax at the same time she did.

By now you must know this about me: I can come almost on demand. I reached out, urging my orgasm to burst forth. And it did. Oh, fuck! It was like a raging storm. Makeda was coming, too. We were as one, riding a tsunami of lust and need.

Afterward, she held me tight, her head resting on my shoulder. “You have much experience,” she said quietly. “You are soft when it is needed, then hard when it is time. You know much of making love to a woman. So young, so clever, so brave… and you fucked me so good. You will take the time to teach me these things.” Then she drew me down to lie with her on the one straw mat.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face. My last thought was that King Solomon might have fucked the first Queen of Sheba, but little Holly had just fucked the current one. How cool was that?

Soon to come: Chapter Three!

The story thus far: Kimberly Harcourt-Brown is a ten-year-old lesbian who has only ever had sex with her mother Arabella. As the story begins, she is being taken on a mystery getaway by her mum. Not long before their arrival, Kimmy finally gets the details of their trip. It seems that back when Arabella was at university, she and her four roommates/lovers made a vow of sorts: they would all strive to have daughters at around the same time, then teach them the ways of lesbian love when they were still little girls. And just before the girls entered their teen years, the four mothers would bring them to Grafton Lodge, a luxurious house they owned jointly, for a weekend of sexual abandon. Kimmy hasn’t seen any of her mum’s mates since she was too young to recall them, but she is still beside herself with delight.

Cast of Characters:

Arabella (Bell) and daughter Kimberly (Kimmy) (10): Brunettes

Fiona (Fi) and daughter Lily (9): Redheads

Claire and daughter Izzy (11): Brunettes

Charlotte (Lottie) and daughter Emily (10) : Blondes

by Joe Dornish

Once we’d exchanged hellos, Claire announced that she’d laid out lunch in the dining area. There was ham, turkey and several kinds of cheese, loaves of French bread, along with cream cakes for afters. We all took seats and eagerly tucked in.

I was sitting opposite Fiona, and my eyes kept getting drawn to her breasts while we ate. She caught me looking a few times, and I felt embarrassed at first, but she just smiled, as if giving me permission to stare.

As we ate, the kids began to relax a bit, and before long, we were joining in the discussion. It was mainly about what films and TV shows we liked to watch. Strictly Come Dancing was very popular at the table, as was the new Barbie movie.

Izzy was the most chatty of us girls. I was a bit wary of her at first, maybe because she is a bit older than the rest of us. At my school, the older girls can be really mean and rude to the younger ones. Izzy wasn’t at all like that, though, so I found myself warming to her right away. Lily was chatty, too, but she was at the far end of the table from me, so I couldn’t really talk to her. Emily was the quiet one. She was seated next to Mum and didn’t say much.

The first item on the afternoon’s agenda was for everyone to unpack, then Claire and Lottie would drive to the local supermarket, where they would stock up on groceries for the house. Meanwhile, the rest of us had a swim. Me and Mum only brought one big suitcase with us, but I still helped her unpack so we could get down to the pool right away

“I really like this house, Mum. Still can’t believe we own it,” I said, putting my toothbrush in the en-suite bathroom.

“We only own part of it… but yes, I agree. It turned out even better than we had hoped.”

“Er…Mum?”

“Here we go…” she said with a grin, putting some folded clothes in a drawer.

“What does that mean?” I asked with a frown.

“It means I know what you’re about to ask me.”

“Okay then, what am I going to ask?”

“Yes, she does fancy you.”

“Who does?”

“Fiona.”

I was absolutely floored. “How did you know?”

“Sweetie, you’ve been staring at her non-stop ever since we got here.”

“Oh my gosh, was I that obvious?” I said, my face getting hot.

“Yes, but it’s okay. I think we were all staring at someone that way.”

“Like the way you were staring at Emily?”

Now it was Mum’s turn to blush. “You noticed that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought, either.”

“She sure didn’t say much at lunchtime. Is she really shy?”

“Trust me, Emily isn’t shy. She may not have said very much, but her hands were very busy under the table.”

“What do you mean? Oh, wow, was she…?”

“Spot on. While the rest of you were chatting about Strictly, Emily had her hand under my dress.”

“No way! Are you serious?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How far did she get?”

“Let’s just say that she knows I’m not wearing knickers.”

“Holy crap!”

“Kimmy, language.”

“Sorry. But heck, I would never have guessed.”

“It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for.”

“I’m beginning to see that. So um, about Fiona.”

“What about her?”

“So if I like her, and she likes me…um…”

“Is there a question in there somewhere?”

“Mum, stop it! You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually, I don’t. Are you asking for permission to have sex with her?”

“No. Well, yes, but I’m not really sure how to make it happen.”

“First, you have my permission to have sex with Fiona and anyone else here this weekend. That’s why we’re here, after all. And secondly, you already know how. You’re very good at sex.”

“Thanks, but that’s not what I meant. It’s different with you and me, we do it loads. But how do I start things off with Fiona?”

“Ah, okay, you’re talking about the art of seduction. Well, that’s very different. You may not know it, but you’re halfway there already. All those looks you’ve been giving her have not gone unnoticed, believe me. She knows you fancy her.”

“Okay, so she knows. Where do I go from here?”

“In this situation, given that she’s the adult and you’re the child, I’d let her make the first move.”

“But what if she doesn’t make the first move?”

“She will, don’t worry about that. Just stay close to her and an opportunity will arise. Now, what shall we wear in the pool? I’ve brought our all-in-one swimsuits, but I think bikinis would be more appropriate, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” I said, picking up the blue and white tie-dyed bikini Mum had left on the bed, which I totally love. Mum bought it for me for our summer holiday in Greece last year. It’s a stringy one, with ties at the sides of the bottoms and the neck of the top. Although in Greece we all went topless on the beach, most of the time. Mum always said she had a hard time keeping her hands off me when I wore it.

“Do you think I should wear the top?”

“It’s up to you, I’m going to wear mine. Depending on how things go with Emily, maybe I’ll ditch it later.”

“Okay, I’ll do the same.”

I quickly stripped off and was about to put my bikini on when I looked at Mum, who was now naked. I love her body so much. She’s slim with a slight hint of a tummy and has a lovely bum and great legs. But it’s her boobs I love the most. They’re the type of breasts I want when I grow up. Not too big, not too small and as Mum says, ‘still pretty perky, all things considered’. God, just looking at her made me feel warm all over.

I moved close to her. “Mum…?”

“No.”

“Oh please, Mum. Pretty please?”

“Stop it, Kimmy, you little temptress,” she said as I placed a hand between my legs.

“But you said we could have loads of sex when we got here!”

Mum came over and hugged me, pressing her naked body against mine, then she leaned down to kiss me. Not a mother-daughter kiss; a lover’s kiss.

“You know I can’t resist you,” she said, our noses almost touching, “but you shouldn’t be having sex with me right now.”

“Why?” I said, unable to think of a single reason not to have sex with my mother.

“You know the way food tastes much better when you are very hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, Kimmy, think about the analogy. Why did I say that?”

This was Mum all over. She rarely just outright told me stuff, but made me work it out for myself. I thought about it for a second and then it came to me.

“Oh, I know! You mean that if we don’t have sex now, then when we have sex later it’ll feel a lot better?”

“Yes, exactly. Although it doesn’t necessarily have to be you and me having sex.”

“Ah, okay. You’re saying that I should save myself for Fiona, then when I have sex with her, it’ll feel a lot better.”

“Precisely.”

“Oh, cra…I mean oh, heck, what a choice. I can have sex with you now or save myself for Fiona.”

“It’s a dilemma, for sure.”

Teasing Mum, I put on a big pout. “Okay, you win. I’ll save myself.”

“Hey, that’s not fair; don’t put this on me, I want to have sex with you. I was merely pointing out another possible course of action. The choice is yours.” And with that she sat down on the bed and opened her legs.

“Now who’s being unfair?” I protested. “Now that I’ve decided to hold off, you start teasing me!”

“Life’s rough, my love. So… what’ll it be?” she murmured, slowly running a finger up and down her slit.

By way of an answer, I knelt between Mum’s legs, pushed her hand out of the way, then lightly kissed her mons, just where the landing strip is.

“Good choice,” she said and laid back on the bed.

I love the way my mother smells, it’s a deep, musky scent that draws me into her and makes me want more. Pushing her legs open even further, I ran my tongue from her opening to her clit, giving it a little tickle with my tongue. Mum rewarded me with a long, low moan. I slipped a finger inside while nuzzling Mum’s thighs, then gave her clit another tickle before letting my tongue explore her folds again. When she started moving her hips about I knew she wanted me to pick up the pace, so I added another finger and began to work them in and out as my tongue drew circles on her clit.

“Mmmm, yes, that’s it. Ohhhhh Kimmy, my good girl…!”

Suddenly I stopped, stood up and said, “You know, I think you’re right. It’ll be better if I wait.”

Mum’s eyes were huge. “What? You can’t stop now!”

I giggled. “Now you know how I feel.”

“Why you little…”

Mum flew off the bed and chased me around the room. By the time she caught me I was already in fits of laughter. She tickled my ribs until I couldn’t take any more and was begging her to stop.

“Enough! I give in! I’m sorry!”

She gave me a stern look. “Next time you do that, I’ll tickle you until you bloody well faint!”

“Okay, okay…you win!”

Then she gave me a big kiss and a hug, a proper mummy hug. “I love you, Kimmy.”

“I love you too, Mummy.”

“Good, that’s sorted. Now let’s get into our suits.”

***

We were the first down to the pool. It was a lovely hot day with the sun shining through the open sides of the pool house. In a cupboard in the far corner I found a whole bunch of fun stuff for the pool. I threw the foam floats and rings in the water while Mum used a fancy machine to blow up four inflatable beds. I helped to blow up the beach ball, which we had to do with our mouths because the nozzle thingy didn’t fit on the machine. We still had a few things left to inflate when I heard voices behind us.

It was Izzy and Emily, closely followed by the two redheads, Lily and her mum Fiona.

Emily was wearing just a pair of red bikini bottoms and was topless, although like me she didn’t have any boobs yet. She had her blonde hair tied up in a bun, she looked dead cute and I caught Mum staring at her. While Mum’s eyes were firmly fixed on Emily, I didn’t quite know where to look.

Izzy was completely naked! I can’t believe she didn’t even bother with bikini bottoms. I loved her boldness, and thought she was wonderful for being so brave. And she was dead sexy, too. I was right about her boobs – they had just started growing, but were definitely there, which made me a bit envious. As she got closer, I could see she also had a tiny faint patch of dark hair on her mons. If I looked like that in a year’s time I’d be very happy.

I think it says a lot that although Izzy was naked, she only briefly held my attention. It was Fiona I couldn’t stop staring at. She and Lily both had matching emerald green bikinis. Lily was super cute and sexy, but her mum… oh my God, my jaw dropped at the sight.

Since I started having sex with my mum, I’ve learned a lot about women’s bodies and find myself paying more attention to women and girls around me. It was during a conversation with Mum one afternoon after sex that we discussed women’s body shapes. Mum showed me lots of photos, and it turns out I’m drawn to the classic hourglass figure. The photos of glamorous women from the nineteen fifties were my favourite. I’d love to have been alive back then; the style was so elegant and sensual.

The dress Fiona wore earlier had hidden much of her figure, which was now on full display… and what a sight she was. Her bikini was little more than tiny triangles of green material held together by thin bits of string. I thought Mum’s small thong was daring, but Fiona’s bottoms didn’t even have a thong, just a piece of string completely gobbled up by her fleshy bottom. She had long slender legs topped with curvy hips, a narrow waist and generous boobs. Her green eyes seemed to sparkle, and I nearly melted when she looked right at me, winked, then flicked her long red hair about. The butterflies in my tummy were going berserk.

“Have Claire and Lottie left for the supermarket?” Mum called, seemingly unfazed by the sight before us.

“Yes, they’ve just left,” Fiona, then bent to pick up a towel, giving us a glimpse of her bum that had the blood rushing to my head.

“Steady on, Kimmy,” Mum whispered, “You’re in danger of fainting.”

“Can you blame me?” I hissed back.

“Not a bit. Come on, let’s go say hello,” she said and we made our way towards the others.

Emily and Lily sat on the edge of the pool, briefly dangling their feet for a moment before they carefully slid into the water, but Izzy took a run up and dive-bombed straight in, making a huge splash.

When we got to where Fiona stood, she smiled and said, “Gosh, you two look great, I love your bikinis.”

“Thanks. I love yours; that colour goes so nicely with your hair,” said Mum.

“It’s lovely,” I said.

Fiona gave us a dazzling smile. “Why, thank you! Green has always been my colour, I probably wear too much of it if I’m being honest… but hey, if it’s not broken, don’t fix it.”

“Too true. Listen, Fi, I need to get the rest of the stuff out for the pool. Can you look after Kimmy, please? She gets bit nervous in the water.”

“Of course I can! Come on Kimmy, we’ll get in together,” said Fiona, taking my hand in hers.

Nervous in the water? What was Mum talking about? I love the water. I can swim like a fish! And I wasn’t nervous, either. Well, I was, but not about getting into the pool!

As Mum padded away, Fiona bent over to run her hand through the water. Of course, my eyes were fixed on her bum. The material barely covered her kitty, which was beautifully outlined against the fabric. “It’s nice and warm,” she said.

Then, to my absolute horror, she looked over her shoulder and caught me red-handed staring at her bum. Oh, God, so awkward!

I stood there speechless for a moment, then cleared my throat and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”

But Fiona couldn’t have been nicer about it. She said, “It’s okay, Kimmy. If you like what you see, then you can stare all you like.”

“I, um, I think you’re really, really beautiful,” I said, going an even deeper shade of crimson.

“Aw, aren’t you just the sweetest thing. Can I tell you a little secret?”

“Of course,” I said, nodding furiously.

“I’ve been staring at you as well. I think you’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

I didn’t know what to say, I just stood there staring at her like an idiot until she smiled and said, “Right then, shall we get in the pool?”

“Yes, but um, I’m not really nervous in the water, I don’t know why Mum said that.”

She chuckled and said, “It’s okay, sweetie, I know why she said it.”

***

The pool was great fun. We splashed about and chased each other and threw the beach ball about. It was a total blast. Claire and Lottie quickly returned from the shops, and as soon as the groceries were put away, they got into their swimsuits and joined us in the pool. Of course, that gave me the opportunity to look them over.

They both wore bikinis – more like my mum’s thong one than the stringy one Fiona was wearing, more’s the pity. Being a boob girl, that’s what I took the most notice of. Claire had a figure much like my mum, she was in good shape with medium-sized boobs, maybe a C or D cup. Lottie was slim and toned, she obviously worked out a lot and had the smallest boobs of the adults, which I was pretty sure were a B cup. They looked great though, in fact everyone did, and by great I mean sexy. Sure, I was developing a bit of a thing for Fiona, but I was otherwise spoilt for choice. There wasn’t a person here I didn’t fancy, adult or girl.

I’d done my best to take Mum’s advice and was sticking close to Fiona, although it was difficult when we were all splashing about and playing games. But as we grew tired people started to chill out a bit more which made it easier for me to stay near her. Lottie and Claire had just got out of the pool and were heading to the garden to sunbathe. Mum was playing with Emily, while Izzy and Lily had some kind of game going with the beach ball on the other side of the pool. I was lying on one of the inflatable loungers and Fiona was gently pushing me around, which was great because her breasts were right in my face.

I couldn’t help staring at her erect nipples as they poked at the fabric. It was mesmerising. To be fair, though, she did say I could stare at her. Besides, she was doing a lot of staring herself. From what I could tell, she seemed to really like my bum. We were talking about clothes shops we liked but I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation, I was just happily staring at Fiona’s boobs and imagining how lovely it would be to suck them when I noticed her look over her shoulder towards the garden, her interest captured by something.

A few years ago, there was this day when I was out shopping with Mum and Hanna, and I had a massive craving for a fresh cream chocolate éclair. We turned a corner in the street and there just happened to be a bakery right there and Mum said, ‘Who fancies a cream cake?’ What happened next was a bit like that.

Fiona’s attention had been caught by Claire and Lottie, who’d removed their bikini tops to sunbathe, then she looked across the other way, where my mum was taking her top off too.

“Hmmm, the others are taking their tops off. What do you think; shall we be brave and do the same?” said Fiona.

“God, yes. Please.”

Fiona burst out laughing, “I thought you might say that.”

I gave her a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’m dying to see your boobs.”

She smiled and said, “Here you go, then,” Unfastening her bikini top, she threw it across to the side of the pool.

Her top hadn’t been covering much, but to finally see her titties for real was amazing. She had the most perfect pink nipples ever, like gumdrops. I ached to take them into my mouth.

“Your turn now,” she said.

“Eh?”

Fiona laughed again, “I said, ‘Your turn now’.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” I said and quickly whipped my top off, launching it over to the side of the pool.

“Oh, my… you’re even lovelier than I thought,” she said, looking me up and down. Placing both hands on her hips, she added, “What about me, then? See anything you like?”

“Yeah, you’re totally sexy. Like, just amazing.”

Then Fiona glanced around the pool, although at what I wasn’t quite sure. She gently waded across the pool, pushing me along on the floating lounger, then turned us around so we were in the far corner and her back was to everyone else.

“We – the adults, I mean – promised each other we wouldn’t do anything sexual until tonight, but um, I suppose a little treat wouldn’t hurt.”

“A little treat…?” I began, unsure what she was getting at until I saw her looking around again, then I realised she was making sure nobody was watching.

Then she turned to me and said, “Would you like to suck my nipples?”

“God, yes.”

She bent forward slightly so her boob was nearly touching my face and I quickly latched on. I would have been content to stay there like that for hours, but Fiona had other ideas.

“Kimmy, can I… can I touch you?”

Without releasing my grip on her nipple I nodded and kind of mumbled ‘Mm-hum’.

From the corner of my eye I saw Fiona thrust one hand under the water and between her legs while the other hand slid right into my bikini bottoms. I opened my legs a little, and she started stroking my clit as I suckled on her gorgeous titties. I was in heaven.

And by the sound of it, so was Fiona. Whatever she was doing to her kitty under the water must have been pretty intense, because she was biting her lip and her eyes were closed from the effects of what was obviously a fast-approaching orgasm. I wasn’t far behind her. Those slender fingers of hers were working wonders in my bikini bottoms.

“Ah shit, yes, that’s it, Kimmy! Suck my nipples, baby. Oh fuck yes, that’s good!”

I was shocked. Mum NEVER swears like that in front of me, even when we’re having sex. Hearing Fiona say such naughty things blew my mind and sent me straight over the edge. I shivered and whimpered and had a short but lovely orgasm. And unless I was very much mistaken, so did Fiona. Her face screwed up and her hand was now definitely moving under the water. She kind of tensed up a bit, moaned under her breath and then relaxed and opened her eyes.

Removing her hand from my bottoms, she leaned in and we kissed, using our tongues and everything. It was totally awesome, but we kept it brief so no one would notice.

“More of that later,” she whispered, her lips caressing my ear. “Much more.”

“Yes, please,” I whispered back.

Fiona turned us around and began to steer the lounger back towards the middle of the pool, but then we both saw Mum looking straight at us. She must have known what we were up to, but instead of frowning, she winked. Fiona mouthed the words, Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, and shrugged.

Mum laughed and nodded towards Emily, who was standing beside her. Me neither, her lips formed, and I had to laugh. Seems that Emily and Mum had also been having a little secret fun in the pool!

Fiona draped an arm over my shoulders. “I love your mother.”

“Yeah, I do, too,” I said, “She’s a pretty cool mum.” And an incredible lover, I wanted to add, but didn’t.

“Right, then! I don’t know about you, but we’ve been in here so long my skin is starting to wrinkle. How about we get out, stroll around and perv on everyone’s boobs?”

“Love to!” I exclaimed, already hoisting myself out of the water.

And that’s exactly what we did. Fiona and I went to the garden, where we spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sun and eyeing everyone up. It was lots of fun! I had a great time with Fiona, who made me feel very special. Not just because she seemed to fancy me as much as I did her, but because she spoke to me like I was an adult, even though I’m not one yet. Funny, it never occurred to me that the first friend I’d make at Grafton Lodge would be a grown-up.

Late in the afternoon, Fiona and I were back in the pool and sharing a sun lounger when Izzy, still very naked, came running in from the house.

“Kimmy, we need you inside. We want to play table tennis, but it takes four of us to do it properly.”

I’d never played table tennis before. To be honest, I wanted to keep hanging out with Fiona. But Mum said, “Aw… that’s nice of you to invite her to play,” which I knew was her subtle way of telling me it would be rude to say no.

I was still trying to think how I could get out of it when Fiona whispered in my ear, “You lucky thing, you get to pass the time with three half-naked girls while I’m stuck here with the grownups.”

I’d never thought of it that way! Giving Izzy a big smile, I said, “I’d love to play, but I don’t know how.”

“Oh that’s okay! Neither do we, really… we’re just hitting the ball about.”

Izzy was right: NONE of us were any good at table tennis. It’s a lot harder than it looks. It didn’t help that no one knew the rules, so we just made them up as we went along. Plus, I was very distracted by Izzy’s nakedness. It was fun though. After a while we wandered into the kitchen and got some juice then piled onto the sofa in the games room.

“What’s Tintin?” asked Lily, staring at the framed poster on the wall.

“I’ve never heard of it before,” said Emily.

“Me neither,” I said, “It looks like some sort of old school comic book.”

“That’s what it is,” said Izzy, “We have a few Tintin comics in my school library, but they’re all in French.” She was sitting back with her legs spread wide open with her kitty on full display. I felt certain she was doing that deliberately and wanted us to look. I sure was!

“It’s really cool that our mums bought this house,” Lily said. “I hope we come here lots and lots.”

I was taking a real shine to Lily. Maybe it’s because she was younger than the rest of us, or because she was Fiona’s daughter, but she had a very sweet way about her like a little ginger kitten. And who knows, maybe I would get to have sex with her and her mum together. That would be SO amazing!

“I hope we all keep coming here at the same time,” said Emily, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I like your moms a lot… and you guys, too.”

“Um, Emily, can I tell you something?” said Izzy.

“Sure.”

“You have to promise not to say anything, though.” That got our attention right away.

“Okay, I promise.”

Izzy was actually blushing! “I… I’ve got the massive hots for your mum.”

“I think she likes you too,” Emily replied with a grin. “She keeps staring at you.”

Maybe that’s because she’s been running about stark naked all day, I thought.

“Oooh, yes!” Izzy squealed, bouncing up and down where she sat. “God, I hope she does like me that way. I really want to fuck her.”

I nearly choked at her use of that word. Lily’s eyes were huge. As for Emily, she went bright red and said, “Wow, does your mum know you swear?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, I can’t just use those words anywhere, but if it’s just Mum, or we’re having sex, I can say anything I want. Even swears.”

“Wow!” I said. “Your mum’s pretty wild, huh?”

Izzy frowned. “Doesn’t your mum let you use dirty words when you’re having sex?”

“No!” I exclaimed. Emily and Lily shook their heads as well.

“Blimey,” said Izzy, “I thought everyone did.” Maybe she felt a bit self-conscious or something, because she closed her legs and sat forward.

“I hope you get to have sex with Mummy. I reckon she’d really like that,” said Emily.

“Do you fancy anyone’s mum, then?” Izzy asked her.

Emily went red-faced again as she looked at me. “I like Kimmy’s mum. She’s lovely.”

I grinned at her, “She likes you a lot. In fact, she thinks you’re dead sexy.”

“REALLY?” Emily cried. “Oh, wow, oh, wow!”

“Uh-huh,” I said and decided to use Mum’s advice, “Stay close to her this evening and maybe you’ll get an opportunity to be alone with her…you never know.”

“Okay, I will,” she said, grinning widely, “Thanks.”

“Since we’re talking about this, I don’t mind admitting that I fancy Lily’s mum,” I said.

“I think we kind of guessed that,” said Izzy.

“Oh crap, is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’ve been with her practically all day, but hey, it’s fine, it’s good to have a crush.”

I wanted to tell them that I’d already sucked on her boobs while she masturbated me in the pool but somehow I thought it best to keep that a secret.

“What about you Lily, is there anyone you fancy?”

She went red-faced and stared at her feet.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell if you don’t want to,” said Emily.

“N-no, it’s okay. Um, I like Izzy’s mum,” Lily stammered, then hid her face.

“I’m pretty sure she likes you too,” said Izzy.

Lily nearly jumped out of her seat. “Really? Does she?”

“Oh, sure. I mean, she’s not told me or anything, but I know my mum… and I’m practically positive she’s crushing on you. I can ask her if you like!”

“WHAT? Oh, please no, don’t do that, really, it’s fine.”

“Suit yourself,” said Izzy, slumping back into the sofa and opening her legs again.

“Isn’t that funny?” said Emily. “Each of us likes a different mum!”

“That is rather lucky,” I said.

Emily’s comment started me thinking. There was definitely an element of luck involved, I mean, nobody could have predicted how much I’d fancy Fiona, or that each of us kids would have a thing for someone else’s mother… or could they?

I remember Mum telling me that for the most part, you make your own luck in life. She explained to me that if you worked hard, planned properly and considered all the options, then you’d be more likely to succeed in your goals, rather than just relying on luck.

Mum knows I’ve got a thing for women with Fiona’s body shape, and I wouldn’t put it past her to organise things so Fiona was the first of the mothers I saw when we arrived. Then in the pool, Fiona mentioned that the adults had ‘promised each other they wouldn’t do anything sexy until tonight’. I hadn’t given those words much thought at the time, mainly because I was so focused on Fiona’s gorgeous boobs, but it was clear that there had been some advance planning going on here that we didn’t know about. Maybe our mums had worked out a way to guide us kids into fancying the mum they wanted them to fancy. It was certainly possible, I figured.

Not that it mattered. I trusted my mum and if she was guiding me into Fiona’s arms… well, I certainly wasn’t going to complain. And if this little vacation hadn’t been planned out to the smallest detail,  then events had worked out pretty well on their own.

Either way, I was dead excited about that night… and whatever other surprises awaited me over the rest of the weekend.

Soon to come: Chapter Three!

A brief summary (well, it USED to be brief…) of what has transpired thus far. (To get a additional breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

At band rehearsal, Mal’s and her fellow group members toy with a concept: focus on Eighties pop. At the same rehearsal, they also make plans to perform live, and even manage to work up a cool original song. The entire band is thrilled.

Mallory has a frank discussion with her mother Sharon about sexuality and desire. She admits to listening to her mom masturbate through the wall, then gets Sharon to confess that she has overheard Mallory touching herself as well… and it arouses her. Somehow, Mal persuades Sharon to stay in her room instead, then mother and daughter masturbate together.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

March 1st, 2007

I just got home from rehearsal, and Mom is dozing on the couch. I think I’ll just leave her there; it’s late. We’re the last student band to rehearse on Thursday nights, so we’ve kind of taken to running overtime. Especially now that we’re planning to play some real gigs (and even have some booked!), we need to learn A LOT of music.

We want to write more too, but we’re putting that on hold until we have enough songs to make a full show. Club bands typically do either four forty-five minute sets or three one-hour sets, for which you need forty songs or so. We won’t be playing clubs, but Roger says that county fairs and stuff like that will expect the same thing, so we’re going to learn forty-five.

So far we’ve got four small-town summer festivals booked. We’ll be playing in Battle Lake, Henning, Vining, and right here in Dickson. We’re going to get SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS for the Battle Lake show! Roger says that’s peanuts, but it sure sounds like a lot to me! The other towns are going to pay us $400-$500. I don’t care if it’s peanuts… I’m actually going to get paid to play music!

I really need to back up here. I’m gushing out what’s on my mind right this minute, when I should be putting everything that’s happened since the last time I wrote in some kind of order. There’s a lot to tell!

When my alarm went off Tuesday morning I was still snuggled up with Mom. It seemed to take her a minute to realize where she was, and once she did, she got out of bed in a hurry and went straight for the bathroom. She took a shower, which wasn’t so great from my point of view… I had to pee!

I don’t normally get up quite that early. Mom usually makes me breakfast, and we have a few minutes together before she has to leave for school. But I was already awake, so I got myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, where I put some coffee on for Mom and made scrambled eggs with toast.

Finally she emerged from the bathroom, and I ran in to take care of my business. Mom was dressed when I came out, and wanted to go back in and do her hair. It felt like she was trying to get away from me, so I insisted she eat first while the food was still warm.

We mostly ate in awkward silence. Starting conversations is NOT something I’m very good at, and Mom was looking everywhere but in my direction. I knew what the problem was, of course, and sensed that letting her think too much about it would be a disaster.

The second she finished eating, Mom got up, carried her plate to the sink, and made a beeline for the bathroom. I followed her in, having decided that the only way to tackle this problem was head-on.

“Hey… Mom?” I said.

“What is it, sweetie?” she replied, attacking her hair with a brush.

“Are you upset about what happened last night? Please don’t be.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” she said, the words coming out in a jumbled rush. She was practically ripping her hair out.

“Why not?” I said. “It was beautiful and special, and I’m glad it happened. Come on, Mom. Is being together when we touch ourselves so much worse than listening to each other do it through the walls?”

Mom set the hairbrush down, rested both hands on the countertop, and lowered her head. “It was wrong,” she said. “The Word says it’s wrong. It’s probably even illegal. I was wrong to let it happen. I was weak.”

I put my hand over hers. “It didn’t feel wrong. Not to me, anyway.”

“Not to me, either,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “And that’s the problem. I was weak, and I let myself get carried away. The worst part is that it’s something I wanted.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist. “It’s okay, Mom,” I said, “Really, it is. We’re not bad people. I don’t see how anything that feels good and doesn’t hurt anybody could be wrong. Especially if it brings us closer.”

Mom twisted around in my arms until we were face-to-face, and hugged me back. “I wish I could believe that.”

“I believe it. Think it over before you let yourself be upset all day long, Mom. Okay?”

She nodded. “Okay. Okay, Mallory.” There was still a hint of worry in Mom’s voice, but she seemed a bit less fragile than she had a few minutes before. “Now… I really do have to get ready for school.”

I knew this was the best I was going to get, so I gave her one final squeeze, then went to get ready myself.

***

It got really warm that day; the temperatures were in the forties by the time school let out. If it wasn’t for the snowstorm last night, I’d be tempted to think spring was coming early! But I’m getting ahead of myself again, aren’t I? Stop it, Mallory-girl!

A bunch of us were milling around outside right after school. Mom was going to be staying late in the computer lab again, I’d been invited to dinner at Julie’s house, and we decided to hoof it instead of taking the bus. Of course, we brought Nettie along, and the three of us were standing in a loose sort of circle with Emma and Cindy when a couple of boys from our class walked past.

“Hi, Emma,” Floyd Peterson called out, tipping her a wink. “You’re looking pretty fine today. What’re you doing, mixing up with Crying Girl?” He thrust his chin at Nettie, snickering.

Nettie shuffled her feet, her face flushing bright red.

“Leave me alone, you creep,” Emma snarled.

Julie gave a glare that could peel paint. “And leave Nettie alone!”

Floyd stopped, his buddy Tom coming to a halt beside him. Tom looked uneasy.

“Who’s gonna make me, huh?” Floyd sneered. “It’s all she does all day, just sits around and cries. You should find someone more cheerful to hang around with… like me, maybe.”

“Shut up, you asshole!” Julie screamed. By then, tears were running down Nettie’s cheeks, and her hands were shaking.

“Make me,” Floyd repeated smugly.

“If she doesn’t, I might, you grungy little shit,” came a voice from behind me. A smile came to my lips as I recognized the voice of Megan Frost. “You might show a little compassion, fuckwad,” she went on. “You know as well as anyone else what she’s been through.”

“Oh, whine and moan,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. He turned back to Nettie. “What’s the matter, Crying Girl, can’t handle life? People die, it’s just what happens. Get over it.”

My blood was boiling. I took two steps toward him, fists balled at my sides, until we were only inches apart. “Shut. The fuck. UP!” I snapped. “Or I’ll kick you so hard your balls come flying out of your mouth.”

I honestly don’t know what I was thinking, the guy’s like twice my size. It’s not like I had a plan; I just wanted to make him stop picking on Nettie.

Floyd threw his head back, cackling with laughter. “Sure,” he choked out. “You and Julie’s lame-ass cousin are going to come over here and teach me a…”

With a banshee howl, Julie sprang forward, fists flying, almost knocking me over as she brushed past. Floyd stumbled backwards, throwing his hands up to protect his face. He almost went down, caught himself, then flailed around, trying to get hold of Julie’s wrists. All this happened in the space of maybe a second. I realized that given another second, Floyd was going to get hold of her, then use his superior strength to… I didn’t want to think about it.

I threw myself forward, slamming into Floyd from the side, my arms encircling his waist as I tried to take him down. Then Cindy and Emma were in there, pummeling him from the other side and behind, and I could see Megan moving in.

“No, Megan!” I yelled. “You’re older, you’ll get in trouble!”

Floyd stumbled and fell backwards into a snowbank, almost landing on Emma. She twisted out of the way just in time. I went down with him, scrambling to use all of my weight to pin down one of his arms. Julie and Cindy collapsed onto him, and in another second Emma was in there with us. Floyd kicked and thrashed, but didn’t manage to land any hard blows.

We were just really starting to get him under control when an authoritative male voice bellowed, “All right, that’s enough! Everybody off the ground and away from each other, right now!”

Everyone froze for a moment. I’m not sure who moved first, but suddenly we were all scrambling to our feet and moving apart. I realized I was all covered with snow, but I didn’t care. Principal Williams was standing there in a long overcoat with his arms folded, frowning severely.

“Now, what exactly is going on here?” he demanded.

“I didn’t do nothin’, Mr. Williams,” Floyd blurted. “They just jumped me, all of them! They…”

“You lying BASTARD!” Julie shrieked. She lunged at him, and I grabbed her by the back of the coat just in time.

“He… he was making fun of Nettie, Mr. Williams,” I stammered, fighting to get my breath back. “He was being mean, and making her cry. He…”

“I was not!” Floyd yelled, balling his fists. “They’re the liars, Mr. Williams, I swear…”

“I saw the whole thing, Mr. Williams,” said Megan, stepping in. “Mallory’s telling the truth. He kept calling Nettie ‘crying girl’ and was making fun of her for mourning her sister.”

Mr. Williams turned to look at Tom, who was shuffling his feet around and looking at the ground. “Is that true?”

“Um, well, Mr Williams, he didn’t really mean it, he was just…”

“Shut up, you stupid dipshit!” Floyd yelled.

“I see,” said Mr. Williams. “Tom, Megan, why don’t you get on your buses before they take off. The rest of you, in my office. Now.”

***

“I don’t believe it.” Floyd’s mother was standing in the principal’s office, her face red. “My boy wouldn’t…”

“There were several witnesses, Ms. Peterson,” said Mr. Williams. “Including his own friend, Tom. And you know very well that Floyd has served detention for bullying before.”

Ms. Peterson’s eyes narrowed, and she turned to glare at her son. Julie, Cindy, Emma, and I were standing against the back wall of the principal’s office, waiting our turn. Jason Hanson was there, as was Cindy’s mom. Thankfully, Lisa had come to the school and spirited Nettie home.

“Were you picking on that girl?” Ms. Peterson demanded in a severe tone.

Floyd looked down at his feet, scuffing the floor sullenly with his toe. “They’re all out to get me, Mom. They planned this. I’m going to beat the shit out of Tom next time I see him.”

“You watch your language, young man!” She turned back to the principal. “Maybe he did do something, but it doesn’t justify this… this assault by these girls. I trust you’ll see that they’re punished accordingly.”

“The girls will be dealt with, Ms. Peterson,” Mr. Williams said. “Meanwhile, Floyd will serve in-school detention this week, and receive a zero for any missed assignments during that time. Our bullying policy is…”

“But he’s already failing math!”

Julie snickered, and I couldn’t help but snort as well. Cindy and Emma also looked amused. Principal Williams flashed us a warning glance. “Girls,” he said, then turned his attention back to Ms. Peterson. “In that case, Ms. Peterson, I suggest you take whatever measures are necessary to ensure that your son’s abusive behavior ceases. This is not his first offense, and I assure you that the disciplinary action will only escalate from here. That’s all I have for you. Floyd, please report to detention in the library tomorrow morning.”

“Fine,” Ms. Peterson snapped, grabbing Floyd by the sleeve of his coat and practically dragging him out of the room.

Principal Williams sat down. “Okay, girls,” he said. “I’m not going to say I don’t understand. But violence as a solution to problems isn’t something we can tolerate here, any more than we can tolerate bullying. What did you expect to accomplish?”

Julie looked him straight in the eye. “Seems to me it worked pretty good,” she said. “If we complained to a teacher, they’d just tell him to stop it. Now he has detention.”

Principal Williams stared at her for a long moment, then let out a guffaw. “Fair point,” he admitted. “Still, it’s not something I can just let slide. This is a first offense for all of you, so… how does a one-page essay on alternatives to violence sound?”

“That sounds fair,” said Julie.

“Sure,” said Emma. Cindy and I both nodded.

“Mr. Hanson, Ms. Moen,” said the principal, “I trust you’ll be taking steps to see that the incident doesn’t recur? I’ll be asking the same question of Emma and Mallory’s parents, as soon as they can be reached.”

“Of course,” said Ms. Moen.

Jason shrugged. “For my part,” he said, “I think I’m going to treat my daughter to an ice cream at Stevie’s. Even better… ice cream for everyone who stood up for Nettie out there. What do you say, ladies?”

Jason had to go home for his wallet in order to take us all to Stevie’s Sweeties, so the four of us decided to walk downtown and meet him there. It’s only a few blocks. Megan was waiting for us outside of the school.

“I saw that little dickweed leave with his Mom,” she said. “She was practically dragging him by the hair! How bad did you guys make out?”

“We have to write essays on being peaceful,” Emma said cheerfully.

Megan laughed. “Good old Williams. He doesn’t really want to punish you, but he has to put on a show. Where are you four off to?”

“Jason’s going to meet us at Stevie’s and buy us ice cream,” I said.

“Nice!” said Megan. “I’ll walk down there with you. And by the way… that was badass. Julie’s cousin has a posse.”

A thought struck me as we made our way up the street. “The pussy posse,” I said, and we all dissolved into gales of laughter.

Jason bought us all big ice cream sundaes with anything we wanted on them, and insisted on treating Megan as well after hearing about the role she’d played. He left us in the sweet shop, eating ice cream on stools at the long counter, and went home to get ready for his Tuesday evening class.

***

By the time Julie and I got to her place, Jason had already left. He doesn’t eat at home on his school nights. Lisa met us at the door and swept us into a hug. “I heard you were very brave,” she said.

Nettie appeared a few minutes later, and gave both of us brief hugs. “Thanks for sticking up for me,” she murmured, then disappeared back into her room. Julie’s right… she’s not looking good. I think she’s losing weight.

Dinner was a rack of lamb, mashed potatoes, and creamed broccoli. Nettie finished less than half her plate, and Lisa hadn’t given her all that much to start with. After dinner she promptly vanished into her room again, and the three of us went upstairs to Lisa’s room where Nettie wouldn’t be able to hear us talking.

“Julie said she got worse again,” I said. “I didn’t realize how bad it was, though.”

“Jason’s been talking to the social services people and the therapist,” said Lisa. “He wanted to know if we’re doing anything wrong, or could be doing more, or if maybe she’d even be better off somewhere that she’s being watched over by professionals. They say no. We’re doing everything right, or at least as close as you’re going to get. We just have to give it time, give her love, and hope for the best.”

“How are you doing?” I asked. “With the baby and all?”

“Oh, it seems fine so far,” said Lisa. “I’ve had an upset stomach, but that seems to be passing now. I still have most of my energy. The worst thing is this ooky white discharge I get in my panties sometimes… nobody told me that was going to happen! But look.”

She lifted her blouse, exposing her bare belly. “I’m starting to show, just a little. See?” She ran a hand over her stomach, and I could see she was right: there was just a little bit of a bulge there.

“Neat!” I said. “Can I feel?” Lisa smiled and guided my hand to her belly. I ran my palm across the barely perceptible curvature.

“Wow,” I said. “There’s an actual baby in there.”

“That’s just so damn cool,” Julie enthused.

“Wanna hear something else that’s cool?” I said.

“Like what?” said Julie.

“Well, remember you said my mom could be an exception to our agreement if I can get her into bed?”

Lisa’s mouth fell open. “You’re sleeping with your mother? How did you manage that?”

I giggled. “Well, I haven’t yet, not really,” I said. “But we masturbated together in my bed last night. It’s a start. I think she wants to do more, but she’s scared. I have to go slow.”

“NICE!” said Julie.

“Something else,” I said. “I’m working on setting up a hangout with us, Megan and Jamie. Who knows what could happen?”

“Oh, I can think of a few things,” said Julie, her voice dreamy. She lay back on the bed and sighed.

“Sounds like you’re thinking of them now,” I teased.

“It’s not my fault you know all the right ways to make me wet,” she shot back.

“Are you? Wet, that is?”

Julie just smiled. I brushed my hand across her thigh, unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped inside. She was wet, all right, so I went straight to work. Moments later her hand was in my pants, returning the favor. Lisa shifted position on the bed, sitting up against the headboard and hiking her skirt above her waist. She slid her panties down and off, giving us a beautiful view of her lovely, glistening cunt. I could see a little sticky-looking white stuff around the edges. That must have been the discharge she was talking about, but it didn’t gross me out. She began rubbing her clit in slow circles.

We just lay there like that, Julie and me rubbing each other’s clits, our eyes fixed on Lisa’s finger as it teased her pussy closer to pleasure. When I realized I was getting close, I told Julie to slow down.

A minute or so later, Lisa’s fingers left her clit behind and eased into her sopping hole, working slowly in and out. “Tell us when you’re close, Julie,” she said.

It was only maybe thirty seconds later that Julie wailed: “Now!” Her fingers began grinding furiously on my clit; Lisa started rubbing hers with the hand she wasn’t using to fuck herself. Moments later, all three of us went off, crying out and bucking empty air.

As her breathing steadied, Julie fixed her eyes on Lisa, frowning slightly.

Lisa noticed. “Something wrong, sweetie?”

“I don’t know,” said Julie. “I’m not even sure how to ask this, but I’ve got to get it off my chest. I was just thinking… when you’re with us, do you feel like maybe you’re cheating on Dad? Or is it different because you’re not doing it with a guy?”

Lisa met Julie’s gaze. “It is different because of that,” she said. “Your dad knows I’m bi, and says he doesn’t care what I do with females. I even tell him stories about women I hook up with, because it turns him on. Even some of the ones who are younger.”

“Whoa,” said Julie, going pale. “He knows that we…”

“God, no! But I got it on with Tina Pinkot from your school just last month… she’s sixteen. He knows about that. Your dad is pretty open-minded. He thinks the legal age of consent is arbitrary and silly. That’s his words. Now, obviously I haven’t told him about this, but he doesn’t expect me to tell him every time, and neither of you has a penis, so no… I don’t think of it as cheating. ”

Julie’s frown smoothed into a smile. “Good enough for me.” Then her eyes widened. “Tina Pinkot? Isn’t she, like, one of the main cheerleaders?”

“That she is, sweetie,” Lisa purred. “That she is.”

***

By the time Mom picked me up from Julie’s house, it was almost bedtime. When she came to tuck me in, I reached out to take her hand. “Have you had time to think, Mom?”

Removing her hand from mine, she sat on the edge of the bed. “A little,” she said. “But not enough. I don’t feel as bad about it as I did this morning, but I’m not sure it would be a good idea for us to do it again. We’ll talk more about it another day.”

I wanted to smile, but kept it to myself. Talking about it another day was all the opening I needed. I’m pretty sure she knew it, too, but was trying to tell herself whatever it took to help deal with the confusion she felt.

I sat up, pulled Mom close, and planted a kiss right on her lips, letting it linger for a moment before pulling away. She didn’t resist.

“Night, Mom,” I said.

“G… goodnight, sweetheart.”

My plan was to listen through the wall when Mom went to bed, hoping to hear her masturbate… but I must have been a lot sleepier than I thought, because I barely remember her leaving the room.

***

Yesterday (Wednesday) was AL, with piano lessons after. Mom was still doing homework when I went to bed. I kissed her on the mouth again, and once more she didn’t pull away.

We were under a winter weather advisory that night, and woke up this morning to eight inches of fresh snow. Sometimes I wonder why my great-great grandparents came here in the first place. You read about people in other parts of the country starting gardens in early March, and we just got eight inches of snow.

Because of that, we got a day off from school. We haven’t really had any snow days this year; just days when school started late, even though it’s been really cold. Mom’s classes were canceled, too. But they’ve got this new setup where the teacher can give them assignments online, so she still had stuff to do.

She spent the morning working on her laptop, while I did some work on my term paper for English class and played my keyboard. Looking out the window a little after nine, I could see the city workers with their snowplows, working hard at clearing off the streets.

After lunch Mom stretched out on the couch, a magazine in her hand. I joined her, laying on her with my head resting on her tits. She put down the magazine and wrapped both arms around me.

We lay quietly for awhile, but I had to force myself to remain still. I was super aware of my mother… her warmth, the rise and fall of her chest, her breast against my cheek. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I thought I could feel her stiffened nipple through the thin t-shirt she wore. That had me wondering if she was as aroused as I was, which only made me that much hotter.

I couldn’t restrain myself for one more minute. Raising my head, I looked into Mom’s eyes. She stared back at me, not moving, not blinking. Moving slowly as I was able, I shifted position until my left leg slipped between hers. Straining a little to reach, I kissed Mom on the chin. She remained motionless, eyes fixed on mine. I slid upwards a little until I was able to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Now my crotch was pressing her hip, my thigh resting firmly against her mound. Even through our clothes, I’d swear I could feel the heat.

I let my kiss linger for a few seconds, and when I pulled away it was sideways, my lips lightly brushing her cheek.

Mom shivered. “What are you doing, Mallory?” she whispered.

“I’m loving you, Mom. I’m loving you the way you want me to.”

I kissed my mother again, giving her lower lip a tiny nibble. When she gasped in surprise, I pushed my thigh even further between Mom’s legs, resting it against her pussy.

She shivered again. “Mallory… I don’t know about this…”

“If you want me to stop, I will,” I murmured into her ear. I relaxed my leg, then pressed in again. Mom drew in a sharp breath, pushing back against my thigh. The movement created a delicious friction against my own pussy, and a wave of pleasure engulfed me. “But you have to tell me to, Mom. If you say you don’t want this, I’ll never try it again.”

“It… it feels really good,” she said, her voice unsteady, “but maybe we shouldn’t be…”

My need was urgent now, rumbling inside me like a thunderstorm. I thrust my pelvis against her hip, the pleasure tearing a shuddering gasp from my throat. Mom pushed upwards against my thigh, and the hitch of her breath was music to my ears. I moved again, so crazed with excitement that I wanted to scream.

It was really happening… my mother and I were fucking! Okay, we were still in our clothes, and on the couch instead of in bed, but any way you looked at it, this was lesbian sex. With Mom! Right then, I felt like Queen of the Entire World.

“Oh… oh, Mallory,” Mom whimpered, slipping her hand around the back of my head and pulling my face tightly against hers.

I was totally in the moment, frantically grinding my pussy into Mom. I could feel beads of sweat popping out on my forehead, and my panties were soaked. Mom was frantically humping my thigh, no longer even trying to hold back, panting, “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

Seconds later I cried out, thrusting against Mom as my orgasm kicked in. It subsided quickly, though, and I kept right on grinding as my mother began to pick up her own pace, moaning loudly. Our cheeks were still pressed together, sticky with sweat and warm with love. I began working my thigh back and forth, rubbing Mom’s pussy hard as I could. I was mostly trying to please her, but the friction we generated suddenly and unexpectedly had me howling in the grip of a second orgasm, with Mom’s body going rigid a moment later. She let out a long low wail, went rigid, then collapsed.

There wasn’t any weirdness this time. We lay in each other’s arms on the couch, all sweaty and tangled up. Finally I lifted my head and kissed her slightly parted lips, my own mouth open. I didn’t go for tongue or anything like that, just let the kiss linger for a moment. Then Mom took the initiative for the first time, capturing my bottom lip between hers. We teased each other like that for a little while, then parted.

Finally Mom gently tapped my shoulder. “I need to use the bathroom, sweetie.” I let her up, and she made her way toward the hall. But before leaving the room, she turned to me and said, “Thank you, Mallory,” with a shy smile that made me feel warm all over.

We spent the afternoon playing board games, more relaxed together than we’d been in a long time. Nothing was said about what we’d just done… but somehow, it didn’t seem like we needed to talk about it, which I took as a good sign.

Jamie called me around four. “The streets are pretty much cleared,” she said. “I’m calling around and seeing who still wants to practice tonight. You game?”

To be honest, right at that moment, I kind of felt like staying home with Mom. That’s a new thing for me! On the other hand… we’ve got gigs. We need to practice.

Mom encouraged me to go. “It’s okay. Spend some time with your friends, sweetie. I’ve got some more reading I need to do, anyway.”

Before I left, we came together in a hug. We held each other for a long time, gently swaying from side to side. “Love you, Mallory,” she whispered.

God, I REALLY wanted to slide my hands down and touch her butt, but lost my nerve. “Love you too, Mom,” I said, then we broke apart. I shrugged into my overcoat, grabbed a muffler and pair of gloves, and set off.

***

We had an unexpected bonus: Jason was there. The roads in town were as good as they ever get in the winter, but the highways were still slippery, so his class for the evening had been canceled. It was the first time he’d heard our new song, “The Devil’s Own,” and Roger hadn’t been wrong about his reaction.

“You guys are writing great stuff,” he said. “And I love how it’s such a collaborative effort. You could record this music.”

By this time he knew all about our plans for summer gigging, and listened to us play through some of the new 80s repertoire we were learning. He had a few suggestions for how we could tighten things up, but in general Jason was delighted with the progress we’d made without him.

We had a short meeting after rehearsal, this time with Jason sitting in. Roger told us he was working on a couple more festival shows, and that he had an even more intriguing proposition. “I can get us the Douglas County Fair,” he said. “The promoter is really pumped  about our whole 80s concept, and is willing to take a chance on an unknown. This one pays real money, too… we’ll get $2000.”

A cacophony of voices went up. Two thousand dollars!

Roger raised his hands for quiet. “For that kind of fee we can rent a large PA and light system, and do it right,” he said. “I’m still working out what we’re going to do for sound at the festival shows. They’re outdoors, so you need something with some juice. PA rental isn’t really too bad so long as you don’t also need a sound tech to run it, but it’s still an awful lot when you’re only pulling in four or five hundred. I’ll figure something out.”

Jason broke in. “What if I told you I can take care of that issue?”

“Dude,” said Ralph, “you’ve already done so much…”

“Stuff it,” Jason said with a grin. “My daughter’s a part of this, so I can bend my neck a little. When’s the first show?”

“We’ll be in Dent on June 23rd,” said Roger.

“Say no more,” said Jason. “I’ll solve this problem for you. In the meantime, you should really think about  presentation, and costumes.”

“Costumes we’re already talking about,” said Roger. “Each of us is going to get a look and stick to it. As for presentation… I was just getting to that. Ralph has a totally wacky idea.”

“Any of you girls ever seen Back to the Future?” said Ralph. Jamie had, but Katie and I hadn’t.

“Tell you what,” said Roger. “Can you all make it to a band party at my house Saturday afternoon? My folks have a kick-ass home theater setup. We’ll make popcorn and watch the movie. THEN I’ll have Ralph tell you what he has in mind.”

***

All of which brings me back around to where I started. I just got home, Mom’s asleep on the couch, and there she stays till morning. She doesn’t have an alarm in the living room, so I’ll have to make sure she gets up in time for school tomorrow. Beddie-bye time for Mallory.

On to Chapter Twenty-Seven!

by kinkys_sis 

Chapter One: The Cruise Ship

The Jade Princess was two days out from the Seychelles, bound for Cape Town. The weather in the Indian Ocean was glorious, and I was looking forward to seeing Table Mountain again.

I hadn’t really wanted to go on a cruise, nor had I wanted to be away from my sister, but Mum had insisted I accompany her. “It’ll get you off that bloody laptop for a bit,” she’d said. “Goodness knows what you find to do on there for so long. Do us both good to mix with people for a change.”

So I really didn’t have much choice. But I went along, and soon found myself more or less on my own. Mum settled in with a circle of ladies and didn’t pay much attention to what I did or where I went. I suppose she figured there wasn’t anywhere on board I could get into trouble.

I’d thought it would be all old fogies and dead boring for a girl of thirteen – especially one like me, who totally prefers girls to boys – and I wasn’t far wrong. Okay, there were a few passengers around my age, but no one I felt like getting to know.

There was one geeky girl who’d spoken to me a few times, prattling on about the rich history of the area, something that didn’t interest me at all. I soon found myself avoiding her.

Then there was one other girl, maybe a year older than me. She was dead sexy, but turned out to be one stuck-up bitch who looked down at the likes of us not-so-rich mortals.

I had to admit the ship itself was impressive, with every creature comfort one could ask for. The problem was it just wasn’t for me. The only place I had any fun was the games arcade. It had the usual slot machines and so on, but it also had some brilliant simulators, like a motorbike racer that was thrilling and a space excursion module – God knows how many times I crashed-landed on Mars. Then there was the jet fighter that flew simulated attack missions, which was very realistic. I shot down a whole bunch of Russian MiGs.

But my favourite was the AI-powered, boots-on-the-ground army combat simulation. It took a little while, but eventually I was rated as an ace shot, no longer getting myself killed over and over. The machine ultimately promoted me to Squad Leader.

A crew member stopped to watch me on one occasion. “Hey, you’re pretty good,” he said. “Have you been down to the shooting range yet?”

“I didn’t know there was one.” I answered, “but, wow, I’d love to have a go with a real gun.”

“Well, they’re only .22s, but they’re real enough. It’s on B deck, opens at two in the afternoon.”

***

I was stretched out on a deck chair getting some sun when a loudspeaker screeched at me from a few feet away. “This is your captain speaking. I’m sorry to announce a change of course. An extreme storm has developed off the eastern coast of South Africa, and is expected to build into a category-four cyclone. Whilst this is not in itself dangerous to a ship of this size, it would be uncomfortable for a few days. We will, instead, sail northwest and call at Mombasa before sailing up to Djibouti at the entrance to the Red Sea. I will then reassess the situation and decide on our next course. I do hope this has not disrupted anyone’s plans too severely. Thank you for your understanding.”

***

Anna, the girl at the bar, didn’t do much to hide the way her eyes made a quick check of my bikini-clad body. “Hello, gorgeous. What can I get you today?”

We liked to flirt and share a joke but sadly, that was as far as it went between us. “I’ll have a Coke and a large cabernet for Mum please. Oh, and a flash of your tits when you bend down.”

She grinned back at me. “If only you weren’t so young, I’d love to get…” She caught herself in mid-sentence, then added, “I think you know exactly what I mean. And don’t try and fool me with the Coke thing, I know the wine’s for you.” But she laughed, then unfastened one button of her top before bending to reach into the fridge.

I leaned towards her for an eyeful of her gorgeous tits and whispered, “I could rub my pussy while I look at them, but there’s too many people about.” It was the most forward thing I’d said to her yet.

She looked startled for a moment, then grinned again. “Fuck, girl, you could get a woman in trouble.” She studied my face. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you? You’re not just playing games with me?”

Ice-cold drops fell from my glass down between my breasts. Anna followed the trickle with her eyes. “You wanna maybe wipe that off for me?” I said. “And I don’t play games.”

My nipples stood up beneath their scant covering in response to our little flirtation. Anna quickly made sure no one was watching before reaching over the bar, a tea towel in her hand. She made a small play at wiping the liquid away but then took my nipple between two fingers, giving it a little twist and a tug before hastily withdrawing her hand.

I felt an answering tingle between my legs. “Shit! Now my pussy really does need a rub. And know what? It’s starting to drip, too. How’s yours, Anna? Getting a bit wet?”

She mumbled something in her native Spanish, but too softly for me to catch. A customer stepping up to the bar curtailed any further conversation, but I managed a quick, “See ya, sexy.”

Before leaving, I made a note of the one window that looked in at the far end of the bar. Back outside, I located the same window along a walkway on the upper deck. A couple of chairs were placed in front of it, facing out to sea. I turned one around towards the window while the tingling in my pussy got worse.

Anna was alone, wiping down the bar. I tapped on the window, and she perked right up when she saw me. I sat down facing her, spread my towel across the arms of the chair and tucked it in place. Anna could see underneath, but anyone approaching along the walkway wouldn’t notice a thing.

She gave me a smile, then glanced down in time to see me spread my legs. I pulled the front of my bikini bottom aside and held open my pussy lips with one hand. With the other, I reached for my clit, which was hot and slippery-wet.

Anna put a hand to her mouth as she watched me rub up and down on either side of my tiny but oh-so-sensitive clitty. I can make myself come very quickly when I want to, and now was one such time. After all, she might get another customer at any moment.

Her longing was obvious as she watched me rub faster. I felt my orgasm rushing at me, so I quickly stuffed three fingers inside my cunt and fucked myself as fast as I could. Then I was coming, squirting on my hand with each thrust as I let a wonderful climax wash over me.

After a few moments to recover my senses, I raised my wet hand, which glistened in the sunlight. Slowly I lifted it to my mouth, sucking one finger, then the second. The third I pointed in Anna’s direction. There was no hesitation this time. She stuck out her tongue in a licking motion. Then she pointed down at my dripping pussy and mimed a second lick.

I nodded at her and mouthed the words “Any time.”

Anna nodded in reply, and I knew I had her. The only question left was where and when. She turned to look over her shoulder, then gave me a quick wave before she disappeared.

Some sixth sense made me glance sideways. “What the fuck?” I exclaimed. There, standing only a short distance away with her mouth hanging open was Little Miss Geeky.

She gave a startled jump and mumbled, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t spying … I … but I was looking for you. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I had to watch. You looked s-so beautiful when you were … well, you know.”

At first I felt cross, but then noticed an unusual glow in her cheeks. “My, my …” I said, “so you got all hot watching me fuck myself?”

She crimsoned even more as she stammered, “No… no, it’s not like that. I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

I crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

She cautiously advanced. When she was standing in front of me, I seized her wrist with my right hand, then thrust the other hand beneath her short skirt. She almost shrieked and tried to pull away from me. But my fingers were pressing the front of her panties. They were as wet as my bikini bottom had been.

“So, that turned you on, did it?” I managed to keep her in place as my fingers found their way into the girl’s knickers. She tried to pull away, but it was a rather half-hearted effort.

I slid a finger between her tight lips, into the wetness of her cunt. She suddenly gave a violent shake of her head, enough to send her glasses flying. “No, what are you doing? You mustn’t, it’s not right.” But she was no longer making an effort to get away.

My thumb searched for, then found her little button. I slowly circled it. Her hands, tightly clenched, dropped to her sides.

“Sure you want me to stop?” I said. “Just say so and I will. Then again, maybe I won’t. Your pussy does feel nice. The real question is this: you wanna go off somewhere and play with yourself, or will you let me take care of it?”

With her glasses gone and her hair falling loosely about her face, I realised she was rather sweet-looking.

“I’m fucking you, and I don’t even know your name,” I said. How cool is that?”

With some effort, she managed to say, “Someone might see us … and m-my name’s Jessica.”

“I’m Holly. Nice to meet you. So what you’re saying is you only want me to stop in case somebody catches us at it?”

Her confusion was obvious. I knew though, that she was mine if I wanted her. Her unexpected prettiness had startled me. Maybe I should have looked beyond her incessant chatter.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I get it. You wanna come to my cabin?”

I could see her inner struggle. She wanted to, but perhaps it was a step too far for her.

“I always wanted to be your friend, Holly, but you didn’t seem to like having me around,” she said. “I guess if letting you do things to me makes us friends, then it’s okay.”

I smiled at her. “Oh, I’m going to do things, but you’re going to play with me as well.”

“I am? But I don’t want to do that with a girl.”

This time, I laughed. “Yeah, you do.”

As I got to my feet, I saw Anna’s face through the window. Her grin told me she’d seen everything. She pointed at Jessica and threw me another mimed lick. I nodded and held up the hand I’d put under Jessica’s skirt. Jessica gasped as I stuck my fingers in my mouth, my eyes still burning into Anna’s. This cruise had suddenly become a whole lot less boring.

Jessica saw my exchange with Anna and turned even redder than before. “Oh my God, she was watching us! I told you we shouldn’t do those things.”

“You’re way off, Jessica. We’re going to get her in bed with us, wait and see.”

“We are?” It was a somewhat strangled reply.

“Oh, yes.” I took her hand. “Come on, let’s you and me go and get a drink. We can fuck later. I’ve got some teaching to do. And don’t forget your glasses.”

***

It was Sod’s Law that parents intervene with their stupid plans. Sure enough, Jessica and I were unable to meet again that day. I didn’t let it bother me too much. There was plenty of time. I did manage a quick chat with Anna.

“So, did my little game with Jessica turn you on?” I asked her.

“Actually, I preferred it when you were playing with your own pussy. That did turn me on. All I want to know now is when I get to play with it.”

“You and me first, then maybe later, if you want, we could have Jessica join us. She’s shy, but willing.”

“God, what am I getting myself into here? I can trust you, but Jessica? I’m not so sure. You do understand that I have to be careful?”

“No need to worry about Jessica. I’ve got her wrapped around my little finger – or her cunt is, anyway.”

“Holly!” she blurted. “How the fuck did you get to be like this at your age?”

“Fucking my older sister and her friends … and one or two of mine as well.”

She stared at me as I sipped my drink.

“And I had you pegged as a kid having her first flirt with an older girl,” she said. “Shows how wrong you can be.” She glanced down at my chest. “I want to get hold of those tits more than ever now. Shit! Here I was worrying about seducing a child, then she bloody seduces me.”

“I was pretty sure I had you right, Anna,” I said. “I noticed how you looked at me. Listen I’ve been trying to find a woman to fuck, but there’s a problem… I forgot to pack any of my toys. And I don’t mean stuffed bears and things.”

Anna pretended to be shocked, but she really wasn’t, not any more. “They sell a few in the shop on E deck, but they’re not on display. Ask for Julie and tell her I sent you. She won’t mind. Julie and I get together sometimes, if you know what I mean.”

I asked Anna what time she’d be off duty, mentioning that I had my own cabin with a sea-view balcony. We made a date for eight that evening, then I took myself off to find the E deck shop.

Julie turned out to be just as pretty as Anna. I guess the cruise line made a point of having sexy girls working for them. I was still wearing my very skimpy bikini when I entered the shop, which seemed to mostly carry perfumes and lotions for the ladies.

“Yes, I’m Julie,” she replied when I asked. “What can I do for you?”

“Anna told me I could get a toy or two in here.”

She took a closer look at me. “I think you’ve got the wrong shop. The one you want is on C deck.”

I let my gaze move up and down Julie’s figure, lingering at her ample breasts. The light blush that came to her cheeks was utterly adorable. “What I want,” I said, “is something to sort my itch out, if you get what I mean.”

Julie glanced cautiously at the doorway. “Come over here, er, Miss.”

“Call me Holly.”

She pulled a deep drawer open to reveal a small selection of sex toys. Most were plain vibrators with only cheap twist speed controls.

“May I?” I asked.

I leaned over to rummage about, and a nipple, which had only just been hidden by my skimpy top, popped into view. Without checking, I knew she’d be looking. “Oops, sorry,” I said. But I did nothing to cover myself. Knowing she was staring made the nipple harder.

Raising my head, I gave Julie a big smile. “See, that’s what happens when you just look at it,” I said. “I wonder what it would do if you gave it a touch?”

It seemed an age before she answered. “You say Anna sent you. Does she know what you’re like?” But then I felt her hand come to rest on my back.

“And more,” was all I said.

I reached for her other hand and placed it on my tit. She made a token effort to pull away, but I held her firmly in place. I waited for the squeeze I was sure would come while I continued digging through the drawer. The hand on my back was very slowly easing down towards my bum.

At last, I found a decent-sized dildo. It seemed to have different speeds and a variable program – just what I was looking for.

I didn’t get up. Instead, I bent a little more. Her hand had now reached the top of my bum but had stopped moving. “Why don’t you measure me for size?” I said. “I’m pretty sure this one will do me but it’s best to be sure don’t you think?” I gave my arse a wiggle and spread my legs a little wider apart.

“Are you asking me to check out your pussy?”

“Oh, I just thought it would make sense. And besides, I’m sure you’d like to, no?”

She fidgeted around a bit. Where she stood, there was a clear view of the doorway, and I was more or less hidden by the end of the counter, so we were safe for the moment. I felt my bikini being pulled aside. A second later, Julie’s fingers were rubbing along my pussy lips.

“God, you’re soaked!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve been touching up other girls,” I told her, ”but nobody’s helped me out yet, and I’ve got a bit desperate. That’s why I need the toy.”

She eased me open and slipped two fingers inside.

“You need to do more than that, Julie, just to make sure this dildo’s not too big for me,” I said. I already knew it wasn’t, but it felt lovely to have her check.

She gave the tit in her hand a hard squeeze whilst adding another finger to my pussy. Her breathing had got a bit ragged, and so had mine.

“What you reckon, Julie?” I said. “Too tight?”

“Okay, girl, you asked for it.” She began to fuck my cunt, hard and fast, plunging three fingers in and out. Letting go of my tit, she slid her other hand down and into my bikini bottoms, where she used two fingers to rub on either side of my clit. She wasn’t gentle and I was loving it. My grownup lovers always treat me like a child at first, but Julie was fucking me just the way I liked.

“Oh, that’s good!” I panted. “Do it faster, before someone catches us. I need to come.”

I’d no sooner spoken when my orgasm hit me in a rush. I grabbed the drawer and held on while I shook, making the contents rattle. Julie kept fucking me until I went limp.

She’d taken her fingers out and was wiping her hand with a cloth when I straightened up and asked, “Well, did you decide?”

“Decide what?” she asked.

“Is this one gonna fit me or not?” I asked her, holding up the boxed dildo.

“I’m sure it will,” she said. “I wouldn’t have thought so when you first came in. But now, yes, I’m certain.” She studied my face again. “I’m not sure I really want to know, but the curiosity is killing me. Just exactly how old are you, Holly?”

“Kinda like, um, thirteen. Does that bother you?”

She considered a moment. “It should, but no, it doesn’t. You’re not some innocent kid, are you?”

“Not bloody likely.” I gave her a little shove so she was more hidden by the counter and reached under her skirt. “You want me to fuck you now?” My fingers pressed into the front of her lacy knickers.

Julie glanced towards the door. “Shit! There’s someone coming.” Putting the dildo in a bag and handing the bag to me, she struggled to pull herself together before calling out, “Be with you in a second!”

She was about to charge the bill to my cabin, but I told her no, I’d be back with the cash. I didn’t want my mum to know what I was buying.

“I close at four, then open again at seven. Don’t worry, pop in whenever you want.”

That brought another laugh. “Want what? How about I come by at five minutes to four? You could lock me in for a while if you wanted.”

“Goodness, girl… haven’t you had enough for today?”

“I never get enough. Anyway, I think your next customer wants some help, just a different kind.”

She leaned closer and whispered, “Why the fuck didn’t you come along sooner, girl? And am I in some kind of competition with Anna?”

“Not competing, no. I’ve got plenty of time for both of you. And you haven’t met Jessica yet. She’s the same age as me. Jessica’s not done that much, but she’s ready to learn.”

I grinned at Julie’s astonishment as I turned and left the shop with my new purchase.

Yep, this cruise really was improving. It often surprises me how suddenly everything can change.

On to Chapter Two!

Author’s Note:

My inspiration for this story came about when I happened across an advert online for a holiday home. Based on that kernel of an idea, I was going to write a single-chapter story, but it grew into a happy little five-chapter romp. It’s complete, so rest assured there is an ending, and you’ll not be left hanging.

Our tale is set in the picturesque English countryside of The Cotswolds. Although some of the villages and towns mentioned are real places, the name of Grafton lodge and the location are entirely fictional and not to be linked or confused with any places/venues of a similar or the same name.

As always, I owe a huge debt of thanks to Jetboy for his superb editing skills and sage advice. It’s always a pleasure working with him, and I always learn a lot.
I hope you enjoy spending time with the Grafton Lodge Girls.

Joe

***

by Joe Dornish

Chapter One

England, Summer 2023

“Mum…?”

“No, we’re not there yet.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to ask that.”

“Good, because we’ve only just left the house. It’ll be at least another two hours before we arrive.”

“Okay, sure… but can you finally tell me where we’re going?”

“I told you, sweetie… we’re going on a little holiday.”

“Mu-um! That’s not what I’m asking, and you know it! Anyhow, if we’re going on holiday, why isn’t Hanna coming? And what about Aunt Beth? She always comes on holiday with us.”

“This is a special holiday, just for you and me. And don’t worry about your sister… or your aunt, for that matter. They’re both sorted; having their own fun.”

That got my attention. “Huh? Wait, wait – what are Hanna and Aunt Beth doing, then?” This so-called holiday was getting stranger and stranger. I’m the kind of kid who gets frustrated if I don’t understand what’s going on. Mum knew that perfectly well, and her teasing was making me crazy.

“Oh, they’re going on holiday, too. Hang on a tick – we need to fill up,” Mum said, turning into a petrol garage she’d just spotted. “Wait here, pumpkin.” Switching off the ignition, she got out of the car, closing the door with a thunk.

I was ready to scream with frustration. None of this made any sense. We’ve never gone on holiday without my little sister Hanna… or Aunt Beth, Mum’s younger sister. As long as I can remember, it’s always been us four. Every birthday, Christmas and bank holiday, it’s me, Mum, Hanna and Aunt Beth.

Mum loves surprises. I mean, she LOVES them. But then she thinks keeping the details secret for what feels like forever makes her surprises even better. I’d known about this holiday for more than a week, and having no bloody idea what it was about was doing my head in.

Maybe it had to do with our special secret, the one I can’t tell anyone about, but Mum made it clear we can only do those things at home when it’s just the two of us there, so it can’t be that. I was scratching my head trying to figure it all out when Mum opened the car door and reached inside her handbag for her purse. “I feel like an orange juice,” she murmured. “Anything to drink for you, love?”

“I’m fine,” I replied with a shake of the head.

“I’ll just be one sec, then,” she said and went off to pay for the petrol.

I watched her as she walked across the forecourt. Mum was wearing a light brown summer dress with a pretty flowery pattern, her long brown hair swept back with an Alice band. I loved the way her bottom moved as she walked – I hope mine looks that good when I’m older!  But honestly, everything about my mum is beautiful. Just looking at her makes me feel trembly inside… especially when she’s naked, or not wearing much.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I jumped when Mum’s phone, which she’d left in her handbag, buzzed with a WhatsApp message. We’ve got one of those fancy screen things in the car that links to your phone via Bluetooth, so when you get a message the first line of it pops up on the screen over the top of the SatNav map.

I studied the screen. The name of the sender was Claire, and she was messaging in a group called The Grafton Lodge Girls. The message read, Can we tell the girls yet? Izzy is driving me crazy asking where we’re going.

Then a couple of other messages popped up.

Charlotte: PLEASE, can we tell them? Emily is desperate to know!

Fiona: Sorry, ladies… I’ve already told Lily. She kept giving me these reproachful looks, and I finally gave in. 

Staring at the words on the screen, I tried to make sense of it all. I’d heard Claire’s name around the house before, she’s a friend of Mum’s. I’m pretty sure she’s mentioned Fiona, too. Charlotte… that could be Lottie, Mum’s other friend. I’d heard the names, but I’d never met any of them. Were they heading to the same place as us? Could that be the surprise? There had to be more to it than that!

Okay, now I was in possession of important information that Mum clearly didn’t expect me to have. Now I needed to use it to coax the truth from her, just like detectives do on TV.

When she got back in the car and closed the door, I was ready for her. “One last time, Mum. Will you please tell me where we’re going and what we’re doing?”

Mum began to give me the same exact answer I’d already heard dozens of times. “I’ve told you, sweetie. We’re going on holiday…”

By then, I was so aggravated with Mum that I just blurted everything out. “But Fiona told Lily, and now Claire and Charlotte are gonna tell Izzy and Emily… so I’ll be the only one who doesn’t know, and that’s not fair! And by the way, who are the Grafton Lodge Girls?”

Okay, that didn’t quite go as planned, I’m not sure I have what it takes to be a detective when I grow up.

Mum gave me a very stern glare. “Kimberly Harcourt-Brown… have you been reading the messages on my phone?”

She only ever used my full name when I was in serious trouble, but I didn’t let it get to me this time. Instead, I pointed to the screen, my face a portrait of perfect innocence. “No, Mum, they showed up right there.”

As if to prove my point, another message popped up right then. Claire: Just told Izzy, OMG, she’s so excited!

Digging the phone from her bag, Mum quickly scrolled through the messages, then shook her head. “I suppose it was optimistic to hope we’d get there before you worked the truth out of me.”

I couldn’t stop grinning. “Yeah, very optimistic. So… you can tell me now?”

Mum fastened her seatbelt, then switched the engine on. “Yes, okay. I’ll tell you.”

Mum waited until we were back on the road again before she said, “Do you know who Claire, Fiona and Lottie are, by any chance?”

“Um, they’re friends of yours, right? I’ve heard their names before. Have I met any of them?”

“You did, yes… but you were quite little then, so you probably wouldn’t remember. The four of us met at sixth-form college, and after that we all went to the same university.”

“Cambridge, right?”

“Uh-huh, Cambridge. I’ve just had a thought, sweetheart. Rather than me just telling you, why don’t we play the courtroom game?”

Mum is a barrister, one of those special types of lawyers we have in the UK who go into court and wear those funny wigs and black gowns. I used to play this make-believe game that I was a barrister like her. I’d make a pretend courtroom and use my stuffies to play-act what I thought would happen at a trial. Anyway, Mum was amused by that, and eventually she turned it into this cool game where if there’s something I want to know, I have to ask lots of clever questions to get her to tell me. She’s always honest with her answers, but never gives up any information unless I ask the right question. When I think I have the complete answer, I say ‘court adjourned,’ then Mum tells me if I’ve missed anything important. If I mostly have it right, I get a treat – but if I miss stuff, I have to do a forfeit, usually some kind of chore.

“Okay,” I said, “But what do we use for treats? You haven’t got any chocolate in your bag, right? And what can I do if it’s a forfeit?”

“Oh, I’ve already worked that out,” said Mum, with a smile that made me warm all over. “How about this: for a treat, I’ll lift my dress up so you can see my pussy for the rest of the trip.”

“Deal!” I exclaimed. “And I’m guessing the forfeit will be…?”

“Spot on. You have to lift your dress up so I can see your sweet little kitty.”

By then I was so thrilled that I could have bounced up and down in my seat like a little kid. Instead, I kept it cool, putting on my imaginary barrister’s wig. “Okay, I accept those terms. Are you ready?”

“Yup.”

I cleared my throat and started the game as we always do. “Your honour,” I said in my posh courtroom voice, “I call Miss Arabella Harcourt-Brown to the stand. Miss Harcourt-Brown, do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

“I do.”

“Erm…okay, right then, first question. Where are we going?”

“We are going to a place called Grafton Lodge, which is a house in a small village called Oakley, in Gloucestershire, close to Cheltenham and The Cotswolds.”

“When did you plan this trip?”

“Good question. The idea came up many years ago, it’s only recently that we’ve been able to put it into action.”

“Who is this we you mention?” I said, using my fingers to set the word we in quotation marks.

“My friends Claire, Fiona and Charlotte.”

“Who are Emily, Lily and Izzy, then?”

“Emily is Charlotte’s daughter; she’s ten years old. Lily is Fiona’s daughter; she’s nine. Izzy – or Isobel, to use her full name, is Claire’s daughter. She’s eleven.”

“Um… what is Grafton Lodge, exactly?”

“It’s a house that Claire, Fiona, Charlotte and I bought two years ago. We’ve had it renovated into a holiday home that we will let out to guests.”

That caught me by surprise, and I snapped out of character for an instant. “Wait, we own this place?”

“Yes. Well, one-quarter of it. We’re going to be the first people to stay there since the work was completed.”

“Why aren’t Hanna and Aunt Beth coming with us?”

“Mainly because of… the nature of the holiday.”

“And what is that?”

Mom was silent for a moment, then came out with, “The nature of the holiday is sexual.”

I nearly choked when I heard that answer. “Did you say sexual?”

“Yes.”

“Can you expand on your answer, please?” ‘Expand on your answer’ was one of the things Mum taught me to ask, it’s a good way of getting her talking.

“Of course. To date, my gorgeous little temptress of a daughter and I have only been able to make love when her younger sister Hanna has a sleepover somewhere, which is not that often, or in brief snatches of time when it’s just the two of us. At Grafton Lodge, my little girl and I will spend four glorious days having all the sex we want.”

I was lost for words. There were so many questions bubbling about in my head that I couldn’t pick one. I couldn’t even chide Mum for referring to me as a ‘little girl,’ which I dislike. After I’d been silent for a while, Mum asked, “Are you adjourning?”

“No!” I blurted. “Totally not! I’m just thinking. Erm, okay. Won’t it be risky, us having sex with your friends and their daughters there?”

“No, it won’t,” she said with a wide grin, “because they already know about us.”

“WHAT?”

“I said it won’t, because…”

“I heard what you said, I’m just flabbergasted,” I love that word, flabbergasted. I probably use it too much, though.

“Then take a deep breath, my little barrister. Calm yourself, then ask the next question.”

“Okay, okay… erm, wow. This is news, like big news. How did they find out?”

“Oh, they’ve known from the start. Just like I knew about them and their daughters.”

“Knew about their daughters? Wait a tick – are you saying that…?”

“Exactly. My friends all make love with their daughters. Just as I do with you.”

“Holy crap!”

“Kimmy, language.”

“Sorry. Wow, um, so let me get this straight. All your friends are – are doing this with their kids?”

Mum shook her head. “Not all my friends… just Claire, Fiona and Lottie.”

The excitement I felt had me trembling. I was already imagining what it would be like, hanging out with three other mums and daughters who were just like us was wonderful. For once, Mum and I wouldn’t have to hide our special secret!

“So does that mean – like, will there be… I mean, will they…”

Mum giggled. “It’s okay, sweetie, just ask the question. You’ll like the answer, I promise.”

“Do you think we might get to, you know, see them having sex?”

“Yes, and more.”

“More?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“Holy cra…” I began, then stopped myself. “Okay, I adjourn.”

Mum was wearing this big silly grin. “Are you excited?”

“Excited doesn’t begin to cover it. This is better than Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one! Okay, so how did I do? Did I get everything?”

“Almost. There were a couple of details that you missed. First, I said we planned this years ago, don’t you want to know how that came about?”

“Oh, heck. Yeah, I should have spotted that! Okay, then… how did it happen?”

“When I was at Uni, the four of us shared a flat. Lottie already knew she was gay, and the rest of us – well, I guess we were curious. Anyhow, Claire ended up in bed with Lottie… and before long, we were all having it off with each other. Sometimes, we’d all strip down and have a full-on sex party.”

“Whoa,” I whispered. I’d always known Mum was gay, at least since I was old enough to understand what a lesbian was, but it surprised me to learn she’d been so wild in her younger days.

“Not long after that, Claire’s sister Gemma came to visit. She was fourteen at the time; we were twenty. Long story short, Gemma figured out what we were up to with one another, and she wanted in. That week, we all ended up having sex with her… even Claire. She was uneasy at first about making love to her own sister, but Gemma totally wanted it. Turns out she’d been crushing on Claire for ages.” Mum smiled. “They were incredible together, too.

“Anyway, once Gemma went home, my roommates and I had a long conversation about what we’d done. I was surprised at how much I’d enjoyed being with a girl as young as that, and told them so. Lottie told us she’d always been attracted to little girls. In fact, that’s what first convinced her she was a lesbian – when she was fifteen, Lottie fell in love with a nine-year-old girl who lived next door.

“The point I’m getting at is this: we soon discovered that all four of us had a sexual attraction to young girls.”

“All of you? That’s, um, quite a coincidence,” I said. Another word I love to use: coincidence.

“What are the odds, right?” Mum replied. “But Claire took it even further. She was blown away by how good it had been to make love with her sister. ‘God, I already want her again,’ she said. Then she asked me if I’d ever thought of my sister that way.”

“Aunt Beth? Wow. So, erm… what did you say?”

“Well, I had to think about it at first. But the more I turned the idea over, the more sense it made. Beth was a very cute sixteen then, and I loved her to bits. It had been a few years since I’d seen her naked, and I started to imagine what she looked like with nothing on… and that got me excited. So I told my friends I’d never done anything like that with Beth, but after what happened with Gemma, I sort of wanted to.”

By then, the front of my knickers was soaked. “And did you?”

She laughed. “Oh, I’ll get to that. We started talking about incest, and what it would be like to do sexual things to a woman or a girl you were related to. Pretty soon, we all had to masturbate… and that led to the four of us getting naked and going wild on the living room floor.

“That was as far as the discussion went that day, but it really got us thinking. Fiona was the one of us who was really into porn, and she knew these websites that had stories about women having sex with girls. We used to read them to each other to get in the mood. She also found clips from adult movies about mums making love to their daughters… or sisters with sisters. I’d never seen anything like that before. God, it turned me on!

“Then one day, Claire had a crazy fantasy that she had to share with us. She imagined that years from then, if the four of us had daughters, we could raise them to be our lovers… and when the girls were old enough, we could meet up for some fun as a group.

“Of course, we never thought of it as anything other than a silly dream, but as time passed, it started to seem like a real possibility. Claire was the first of us to have a daughter… and a couple of years later, we all had baby girls. It took awhile, but eventually the four of you had gone to bed with your mummies, where we taught you how to make love to a woman. That’s when we started laying plans to make our fantasy come true. Grafton Lodge is the result.”

“That’s soooo cool! So you were literally planning to have sex with me since before I was born.”

“Pretty much, yes. Now then, would you like to know the other thing you missed?”

“Yes, please.”

“When you asked why Hanna and Aunt Beth aren’t coming with us, I said it was mainly because of the nature of the holiday.”

I thought for a second and then it hit me. “Oh, heck, mainly. There’s another reason?”

“Yes.”

“MUM! We’re not playing courtroom anymore. Please, just tell me.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. It’s something I wanted you to know anyway. A few minutes ago you asked if I’d ever had sex with your Aunt Beth. Well, the answer is ‘Yes.’ That winter, when I returned home for the holiday break, I told her everything I’d done. I admitted to being a lesbian, and how I wanted the two of us to be lovers. Oh, Kimmy, she actually cried… Beth asked me to kiss her, and I did. We kissed for a long time, then took our clothes off, slipped into bed and made love. It was a beautiful thing.“ Mum smiled. “In fact, it still is.”

I’m not sure why, but that surprised me. “You still have sex with her?”

“Whenever we get the chance. Does that bother you?”

“Bother me? No, I think it’s hot.”

“Good. Because, you see, your sister is going to have a very special weekend with Aunt Beth.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, I do. To use your aunt’s rather crass term, she wants ‘the first bite of the cherry’ with Hanna.”

“I think I just came in my knickers!”

Mum laughed. “I understand. It’s exciting, isn’t it, picturing them together?” She paused, then said, “Do you fancy your aunt?”

“Yes, and Hanna, too. Seems like I’m always seeing her naked, or in nothing but panties. Maybe she’s doing it on purpose. All I know is I really want to lick her kitty.”

“Very good. When we get home, if you want to, and if Hanna is willing, then maybe we can have sex with your sister and your aunt. Would you like that?”

“Mum…”

“Yes?”

“Can I masturbate, please?”

Mum laughed. “Yes, sweetie, you can. But as you lost the courtroom game, you’ve got to hike your dress up anyway. So I get to watch.”

“Hey, I don’t think I lost,” I protested. “I mean, I got all the information about Grafton Lodge. didn’t I?”

“True enough. Let’s call it a draw, then. We can both do the forfeit.”

“Ooh, I like that idea.”

I took the hem of my short white cotton dress and rolled it up and under itself, then quickly slipped my knickers off, leaving me fully exposed from the waist down. It was deliciously naughty, showing off in public like this. I’d never done anything like that before, and it felt brilliant. Especially when we pulled up at a set of traffic lights and Mum did the same as me, rolling her dress up and tucking it under her bum.

The sight left me breathless. “Mum! You’re not wearing knickers!”

“How very observant of you,” she purred, spreading her legs for me.

I put the front passenger seat back so I was lying flat, then slipped a hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit. I was looking across at Mummy’s kitty with that neatly trimmed landing strip I love so much, working my fingers faster and faster. Images of Hanna and Aunt Beth were flashing in my mind. I pictured them naked and in each other’s arms, swapping juicy kisses.

I felt Mum pull the car over, then switch it off. Opening my eyes, I saw we were parked in a layby with cars whizzing past us. Nothing else there except fields and cows.

I paused my fingering. “Why are we stopping?”

Mum pushed her own seat back, said, “Mummy needs to come too, sweetie,” and thrust a hand between her legs.

This was so cool, me and Mum masturbating in the car together! While I worked my clit with two fingers, I watched Mum slip her middle finger inside her kitty, then use the thumb to stroke her own button.

Of all the sexy things we do together, watching Mum touch herself is one of my favourites. Maybe that’s because it was the first sexy thing we did together. It was just after my eighth birthday when she caught me playing with myself. Instead of telling me off or ordering me to stop, she just slipped her knickers off, lay down alongside and showed me how to do it properly. Visions of that wonderful day came flooding back to me, quickly bringing my climax to a head.

“Mummy, I’m c-coming, Mummy, I’m – ah, ah, ah…” Those little involuntary whimpers were a telltale sign that I was about to come, that and the way my body was trembling.

“Me too, baby. Mummy’s coming, baby, I’m coming too…”

Mum bit her bottom lip and tensed up – those are her telltale signs. I think the anticipation of the weekend to come and the sight of each other half naked in the car was why we both came so quickly. Oh, and the sheer wickedness of making ourselves come while parked on the side of the road.

When we were finished, me and Mum put our seats back up. but left our dresses where they were so our kitties were still exposed. Mum leaned across to give me a hot, juicy tongue kiss, then brought my hand to her mouth to suck my fingers clean. I did the same to her, then she got some wet wipes out of her handbag so we could tidy up a bit.

Before we set off again, Mum got her phone out, pressed a few buttons and handed it to me. “Here,” she said, “This is the house. You can have a look at the webpage we set up to advertise it.” She put the car into gear, pulled onto the road, and we were on our way again. “Right, then. Next stop, Grafton Lodge!”

The pictures on the web page looked amazing. Grafton Lodge had nine bedrooms, a huge indoor swimming pool, a games and cinema room and a dining room with one wall painted bright pink! I couldn’t wait to see it for real.

We had plenty of time before our arrival, so I asked Mum to tell me more about her friends.

Since they were all at university together, they were close to the same age. Lottie was thirty-five, Mum and the others were thirty-six. Claire, who is bisexual, got married when she was twenty-two (she’s divorced now), and has a thirteen-year-old son called James, as well as Izzy who is eleven. Hearing that, I was worried that there would be a boy there for the weekend, but Mum said it’s only going to be the four mums with one daughter each. Apparently, when Claire planned to have Izzy, my mum, Fiona and Lottie all decided to get pregnant as well so they would have kids around the same age. Lucky for everyone, all the babies turned out to be girls.

Emily, who has blonde hair and blue eyes like her mother, Lottie, was born using IVF treatment, just like I was. That’s why we’re almost exactly the same age, our mums did the treatment together. The way I heard it, they made love, then impregnated each other with turkey basters.

Mum said that Fiona had Lily the old-fashioned way, having sex with her cousin until she fell pregnant. It took a few tries, which is why Lily is the youngest at nine. I asked Mum how Fiona could have sex with a man if she really is gay. Mum said Fiona was bisexual but leaned heavily towards the lesbian side. Since Lily was born, she’s only been with women.

I was totally gobsmacked (another word I really love). It’s like Mum had this whole other life that I knew nothing about. It’s silly of me to be surprised, though. If you think about it, all parents have lives of their own before they have kids. But what’s really wild about Mum and her friends is the way they laid these plans  such a long time ago, stayed in close contact and arranged their lives to make those plans happen. Getting pregnant, giving birth, raising little girls, making love to their daughters for the first time, teaching them how to be lesbians, then getting everyone together at Grafton Lodge. For this. Wow!

Then and there, I promised myself that I’d do whatever it took to make this weekend special for Mum… and Mum’s friends, too! They deserved it.

That got me thinking. “Hey, Mum? How come I’ve not met any of your friends before?”

She smiled. “You have met them, sweetie… but it was so long ago, you probably don’t remember.”

Mum told me the last time I encountered one of her friends was when Lottie and Fiona paid us a visit, back when I was only three. Mum said that we’d not seen them recently because life just got in the way. You see, all four of them live in different parts of the country, and they’re constantly busy with work and relationships. Which makes sense. Sometimes I hardly get to see Mum when she’s on a big case.

Here’s the thing, though: even though Mum and her friends seldom get to meet face to face, they keep in touch on the phone. In fact, Mum told me she even has phone sex with them! Hearing that had me picturing her sprawled out naked on the bed, fingering her pussy as she got into dirty talk with one of her mates. Then I imagined Mum talking about having sex with me – and just like that, I was hot and bothered all over again. There wasn’t time to do anything about it, though, so I settled back and pressed my thighs together, trying not to squirm around too much. Me and Mum chatted about this and that, which made the time pass quickly, at least.

Finally we arrived at Grafton Lodge, which is at the end of a small lane off of a bendy country road. Mum said it was super private, which meant no other cars were allowed up there without permission, and there are no neighbours anywhere in the vicinity. There’s an electric gate on the lane that leads to the house, which is at the end of a long-ish driveway. It was a beautiful white building with flower beds and a rosebush at the front, and a nice garden wrapped around one side.

Lovely as the house was, it was the woman and child standing by the big brown front door who caught my attention. They both had bright red hair that practically glowed in the sun. “That’s Fiona and Lily,” Mum said as she parked the car.

Fiona was wearing a green mini-dress with a white flower pattern that showed off her legs, and a plunging neckline that displayed her breasts to impressive effect. Mum told me once that a girl should either show her legs or her cleavage, but never both at the same time. Evidently Fiona never got that memo – not that I was complaining, mind you! As for Lily, she was cute as a button in dark blue shorts, a white vest top and the same kind of black sandals her mum wore. They were standing close and holding hands as we got out of the car.

“Hello, Fi!” said Mum, hugging her friend. Then she turned to Lily. “Wow, you’ve got so big since I last saw you.”

“So has Kimmy,” said Fiona, staring at me with lovely bright green eyes, “And she’s even more beautiful than I remember. Do you remember me, Kimmy?”

I shook my head, “Sorry, I don’t, Mum says we met… but I was very little,” I said, noticing how her dark red lipstick matched her long fingernails. Wow, she was dead sexy.

“You were four, I think, and Lily was three when we last met up.”

A memory shook itself loose. “Actually, I think I do remember,” I said. “Were we at a park with a big slide and swings?”

“Spot on! That’s right, we were.”

“It was very hot that day, we had ice cream,” I said.

“That’s right. It was lovely weather, just like today.”

“How long have you lot been here?” asked Mum.

“About half an hour, Claire and Lottie will arrive soon. Lily, sweetie, why don’t you show Kimmy about while I help Bell with her cases?”

Huh… interesting. She called my mum ‘Bell’! I’ve never heard anyone use that nickname before. Aunt Beth and everyone else we know calls Mum ‘Arabella’.

Lily seemed a bit shy, so her mother gently pushed her forward. I decided to be extra friendly, so as to put her at ease. “Is there a pool here?” I asked her.

She nodded. “Uh-huh. Shall I show you where it is?”

“Yes, please.”

As we walked off around the side of the house I heard Fiona whisper something to my mum, but couldn’t hear what she said. I looked over my shoulder and saw her watching us, I think she was checking me out! But maybe that was just wishful thinking because I thought she was so beautiful.

As we walked through the pretty garden I got a sense of the size of the house. From the front it doesn’t look too big, but it extends back quite a bit, with the single-story pool house off to one side of the garden. It had lots of those big bi-fold doors that open all the way up, one for each room on the back of the house. The whole side of the pool was open, too. It was as if there were no walls on the ground floor, which I thought looked really cool.

“My mum says we’re not allowed in the pool unless an adult is with us. Can you swim?” asked Lily.

“Yeah, I got my fifty metre badge.”

“Me too. Maybe mum will take us swimming later.”

“I hope so,” I said, imagining Fiona in a bikini.

We spent a few more minutes in the garden, then explored the house. It was a lovely place, it’s got a really cool games room with a pool table, table tennis and loads of board games and stuff. The room had  pictures on the walls of some cartoon character named Tintin that I’d never heard of. It’s a huge room, so the other half doubles up as a cinema area with the biggest TV I’ve ever seen mounted on the wall. There’s a huge sofa, bean bag chairs and giant cushions for everyone to sit on while they watch films. The nine bedrooms were all huge and beautifully done out, each with its own private bathroom.

I really wanted to ask Lily about making love to her mum. You know, how it happened with her and Fiona the first time, what it was like, the things they enjoy doing in bed… what her pussy tastes like! But I was too shy, and Lily never brought up the subject of sex at all.

We’d just about finished exploring the house when I heard the noise of a car. Lily and I hurried to see who had arrived.

It turned out to be two cars, because Lottie and Claire had arrived at the same time! The mums all greeted each other with hugs and kisses while the kids stood off to the side – we were all feeling a bit nervous, waiting for something to happen.

Lottie and her daughter Emily caught my eye first. Lottie was tall and slim with long blonde hair and she wore white cropped jeans with a tight-fitting baby pink t-shirt and white pumps. Emily was dressed in the same colours, but with white denim shorts and a cute pink vest. She caught me checking her out and gave me a big smile, so I gave her one right back.

Standing close was Izzy, who was slightly taller than the rest of us girls. She had dark brown, almost black shoulder-length hair tied back in a ponytail, striking blue eyes and pale skin. Wow, she was pretty. I liked her outfit, too – a simple black summer dress with a ditsy design. Something else I appreciated a lot was that her titties were starting to grow in, though it also made me slightly envious. Her mum Claire, had the same blue eyes and long dark dark hair, also tied back. She wore a light blue mini dress with white trainers and was the first of the new arrivals to say hi to me and Lily.

“Wow, you’ve grown so much,” she said to me.

I had no idea what to say to that, so I just stood there looking bashful. Claire’s remark seemed to turn their conversation towards us kids, and we drew lots of comments about how beautiful and adorable we all were. It wasn’t very different to what I saw at the school gates each day, mums chatting away with each other while the kids hung about.

But it was different, very much so. All these mums and daughters shared the same secret as Mum and me. Each one of these women had made love to their little girl. And that had me seeing things in a whole new way. I noticed the way my mum gravitated towards Emily, running her fingers through the girl’s blonde hair. And Fiona kept looking towards me, something in her sparkling green eyes that gave me the most delicious shivers. Then there was Izzy, who was quite blatantly checking everyone out, the women and the girls.

At the school gates, no one would have noticed. But here at Grafton Lodge, it felt like the beginning of something very exciting. And I couldn’t wait to get started.

On to Chapter Two!

A brief summary of what has transpired thus far. (To get a more detailed breakdown of the earlier chapters, please see Pages From a Diary Chapter Links )

Eleven-year-old Mallory is a bright but lonely girl with strict fundamentalist Christian parents whose marriage is going through a rough patch. One day, Mal gets acquainted with a girl named Julie, who lives with her father Jason and his girlfriend Lisa. Soon, the girls become fast friends, and before very long, more than friends. Mallory has a difficult time reconciling her emerging sexuality with her faith, but soon finds her desire for Julie and her interest in sex getting the upper hand, especially once she learns to masturbate.

Meanwhile, her parents’ relationship is really starting to founder. By then, Mallory and Julie are beginning to experiment sexually, but don’t really know what they’re doing. Julie’s dad’s girlfriend Lisa finds out about their curiosity and offers advice, then the girls persuade her to undress and join them in bed. Mal and Julie have full-on sex for the first time, then Lisa gets involved. 

Soon thereafter, Mallory and Julie are confronted by a fifteen-year-old girl from their school named Megan, who tells them she recognizes their feelings for each other, admits to being gay herself, and invites them to drop by her place a few days later. Megan only wants to hang out and chat, but Mallory casually takes charge of the situation, and soon the three of them are naked and having sex. In the weeks to come, they will get together again every now and then for more of the same.

Mallory’s mother Sharon is spending more and more nights away from the home, supposedly staying with her own mother. So she isn’t there when Mal’s father Dan collapses and nearly dies from alcohol poisoning. Only Mallory’s quick thinking and immediate response saves his life. Once Dan is taken to the hospital, Mal learns that her mom isn’t really at Grandma’s house, but out with another man.

Not long after her father is released from the hospital, Mallory is taken out on a shopping trip by her mother. During the lengthy drive, Sharon explains her side of the story, treating her daughter more like an adult than she ever has before. Mal finds herself feeling sympathetic… but then she’s startled to catch herself having sexual thoughts about her mother, which leave her feeling flustered and confused. Those thoughts won’t go away, either.

Sharon soon gets a job at a senior center, and is making plans to go back to school. Needless to say, Mal’s father is most unhappy with this development. On the other hand, Mallory is quite pleased for her mom, and takes the opportunity to get in her lap and give her playful, but subtly flirtatious kisses. More then ever, she suspects that her mother is secretly gay.

Mal is gradually becoming more popular at school. One result is that she and Julie are invited to a sleepover with Emma and Cindy, a couple of Julie’s friends. Once the parents are asleep, the girls get into a discussion concerning masturbation, which leads to everyone getting naked and engaging in mutual touching. Emma and Cindy love it, and the four of them get together for more fun a couple of weeks later.

Mallory finds a new student project: playing keyboards in a rock band of high school students supervised by Jason, who has also been teaching his daughter Julie how to do mixing work. Mal is much younger than the other members, but her skills soon win the others over. One of the band members is a sweet hippie girl named Jamie, and Mal is immediately attracted to her.

An ugly scene occurs at the home of Mal’s grandmother, where her mother Sharon is staying until she finds her own place. When Sharon makes a disparaging comment about lesbians, Mal loses her temper in a big way. In her anger, she comes out there and then, venting until her mother breaks down and cries. Mal quickly becomes remorseful, but the damage is done.

A couple of unhappy developments occur. First, Mallory’s parents make it official: they are to divorce. Mal is utterly disgusted with them both. Second, two of Julie’s cousins have vanished without explanation, eleven-year-old twin girls named Anna and Nettie. A search is underway, but without success thus far. Mallory has never met these girls, but she prays as best she can for their safe return.

A few days later, the twins are found and their kidnapper arrested, but not before he murdered Anna. Nettie is still alive, but devastated, and the girls’ parents go completely to pieces, turning on each other in their grief. Obviously, they are unable to take care of Nettie, so after a family discussion in which Mal is asked to participate, Jason, Lisa and Julie decide to bring Nettie into their home for the time being. Mal vows to do everything she can to help Jason’s niece to recover from her emotional trauma.

Mal and Julie pay Jamie a visit. The girls admit to being lovers, then tempt Jamie into masturbating with them. This quickly leads to much more.

Mallory gets to meet Nettie soon after that, when Jason brings her home. Sure enough, she is in bad shape: unable or unwilling to do or say much, often screaming herself awake from nightmares.

Mal’s band is making serious progress, which gets her and Julie a sleepover at Jamie’s place. Needless to say, music isn’t the only item on the agenda that night.

The next day, while practicing her keyboard part on a Black Sabbath cover, Mal puts the album on, only to get a positive response from Nettie, who asks to hear more. It’s the first time she’s shown interest in anything since her twin’s sister’s death. Mal, Julie, Lisa and Jason are is thrilled. Could their tormented guest be on the mend?

In the days that follow, Nettie seems to be emerging from her torpor. In addition to her burgeoning interest in heavy metal, she becomes absorbed by Jason’s medical textbooks.

And now we rejoin our story, which is currently in progress. Do enjoy!

by Rachael Yukey

February 18th, 2007

The whole of last fall and the first part of this winter feels like this big whirlwind of changes in my life. How about we make a list of them all?

1. Becoming friends with Julie.
2. Learning about sex with Julie (with a lot of help from Megan and Lisa).
3. Falling in love with Julie.
4. Realizing I’ve lost my faith.
5. Joining a student band, and getting into playing new kinds of music.
6. My parents separating.
7. Mom starting school and moving into an apartment.

But that’s all more or less settled into place. What’s blowing my mind now is how fast everything falls into a new routine. Not that it’s a bad thing, I guess. What’s weird is that now it feels like it’s always been this way.

I’m really starting to work on getting Mom into bed with me. It’s just the two of us alone in her apartment in the evenings, and soon as she gets home, it’s out of her dressy clothes and into sweatpants and a t-shirt, usually without a bra. Watching her move around the apartment makes me all crazy inside. Sometimes I have to slip into the bathroom and do something about it..

I keep telling myself I want to set my mother free, so she doesn’t have to hide from who she is anymore. That’s true, but I also know there’s more to it than that. Part of it is selfish… I’m just plain hot for her.

One unexpected bonus: she and her gay classmate Katerina are becoming real friends. Monday evening when she got home from school, she did nothing but gush about the weekend trip to Fargo, and most of what she talked about were the things she did with Katerina.

“Is Katerina pretty, Mom?” I asked when I could get a word in edgewise.

Mom blushed deep red. “Well… I’d say so, sure,” she stammered.

“What does she look like?”

“Well… uh… she’s about my height, she has dirty blonde hair about down to her shoulders, she’s got a really nice smile… ummm…”

I got brave. “How big are her boobs?”

“Mallory Jane!”

I giggled. Mom hasn’t used my middle name like that in a long time! “Sorry, Mom, but… you know I’m into girls.”

Mom tried a frown, but I could tell she wasn’t really mad. “She’s much too old for you, young lady!”

“Why?” I said. “I mean, let’s say I liked a grown woman that way, and she felt the same about me.  Why would it be bad for us to do sex stuff together?”

“Because you’re not old enough to make those decisions yet!”

“Wait, wait – does that mean I’m old enough if it’s someone closer to my age?”

Mom shook her head. “At twelve? I don’t think so. That’s awfully young. But even if you were a few years older, the law says the other person would have to be under eighteen.”

“That’s stupid,” I said. I got up from where I was sitting on the love seat, crossed the living room, and settled into Mom’s lap. I snuggled up, making a point of resting my head between her tits. “Seriously… I already masturbate. So what difference does it make if I do it with somebody else? I think about doing it with other people when I touch myself. Sometimes with grownups.”

I wriggled slowly on her lap, creating a little friction. It was really turning me on. “Just tell me, Mom,” I said in a pleading tone. “Does she have big boobs, little ones, or in between?”

“They’re… actually really big,” Mom said, her voice wobbling a little. “I guess you could say she’s kind of full-bodied… not fat, but sort of shapely. And she has breasts to match.”

“Mmmm…” I said, trying to make it a sort of sexy purr. I shifted positions again, rubbing my backside on Mom’s thigh without being too obvious about it. “A full-bodied dirty blonde with big boobs, and she’s gay. Can I be honest with you, Mom?”

Mom drew in an unsteady breath, and I was elated to realize that I wasn’t the only aroused person in this chair! “Well, I mean… of course you can, Mallory.”

“Hearing about Katerina is getting me really turned on. You don’t think that’s bad of me, do you?”

Mom lowered her head until her forehead was resting in my hair. “I… I don’t know, Mallory. I guess not bad, exactly, but…” She drew in a deep breath. “It’s not the best thing for you to think about. It isn’t as if anything can happen with her. You’re too young, and she has a partner.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t think about it when I’m touching myself, does it? I mean… it’s only thoughts I’m having.” I tried to put a hint of uncertainty in my voice, but inside I was grinning ear to ear.

I could feel Mom’s heart racing. “Well… um… I guess it doesn’t, sweetie.”

“Mom?”

“Mmm-hmm?”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

Guess I crossed a line with that comment, cause Mom lifted her head and said, “That’s none of your business, young lady. I think it’s time for both of us to get ready for bed.”

I did all the usual bedtime stuff with an image of Katerina dancing in my head. It was mixed up with images of Mom, and soon I was picturing all three of us kissing, touching, and getting each other naked. My panties were getting super damp, but I didn’t mind… I reveled in it.

Mom came to tuck me in, and when she leaned in to kiss my cheek, I turned my head towards her. Our lips brushed. She froze, but didn’t pull away. I wrapped a hand around the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair.

After a moment she broke the kiss, and I let her go. “G-goodnight, Mallory,” she stammered. Turning on her heel, she made a quick exit.

My plan was to wait until I heard Mom go to bed and masturbate then, but by then I was WAY too far gone. The moment she was out of the room my hand was inside my pajamas. It took me only a couple of minutes to come.

***

Mom came home sick from school on Tuesday; the same damn bug Dad got, I bet. She was already in bed when I showed up at the apartment. I ended up making dinner for myself and soup for her. I guess it kind of goes without saying that I didn’t get a chance to flirt with her that day, or the next! She was super-bummed to be missing school, too. I guess that means she’s really enjoying it. Good for her.

I spent both Tuesday and Wednesday evening doing homework and practicing my Chopin. I thought I had the piece pretty much down, but then my piano teacher started getting picky. All these little points of interpretation and style, plus REALLY doubling down on any sloppiness. She told me that with most students she wouldn’t even bother nit-picking on this stuff, so I suppose that’s a compliment.

Thursday was band practice, and Julie had the totally excellent idea to bring Nettie along. She looked on with interest as Julie powered on the PA and did mic checks, and it did my heart a world of good to see it. We warmed up by burning through “Hungry Like the Wolf,” and “Destruction Preventer.” Could that have been a smile on Nettie’s face when we played the latter?! I think it was.

We then set about working on our second original song. Jamie and I had that combined guitar/keyboard riff I mentioned before to show off, and everyone immediately agreed we should use it. We jammed on it for a bit, with Katie flinging it into overdrive using her newfound double-kick skills. It was clear from the outset that this was going to be a scorching heavy metal song. Then Roger got an idea for a verse progression that would expand on the intro riff. As we practiced playing over it, Ralph was humming a melody into the microphone, same as he had when we wrote “Ear in the Wall.”

Suddenly Katie stopped playing her drums, bringing the rest of us to a graceless halt. “Dude,” she said to Ralph, “hum that again.”

Ralph obliged, and moments later Katie was scribbling in her notebook. Then she looked up at Ralph. “I don’t know how good this is,” she said hesitantly, “but I was just thinking of the main character in this old motorcycle movie I watched with my dad. That’s what it’s about.”

She thrust her notebook at Ralph. “Let’s play that verse part, and you try singing those words to the tune you were just humming.”

She counted us in, and Ralph sang what he’d been given. When we stopped playing at the end of the verse. Ralph was staring open-mouthed at Katie. “Holy SHIT,” he proclaimed. “That’s badass.”

We called it “The Devil’s Own,” and we had it down with time to spare. It was heavy, and a bit progressive. We even did a breakdown section in 5/4 time, which was Katie’s idea. She’s becoming more assertive as time goes on, and let me tell you, that girl has a real talent for lyrics.

“Jason’s going to flip out when he hears this,” said Roger.

We could have spent a little more time practicing, but Roger called a band meeting instead. We all pulled up chairs and sat in a little circle.

“Ralph and I have been talking,” said Roger. “We both just got into this for a laugh; we like to play, and figured this’d get us on stage in front of people. But the thing is, this is turning into a really good fucking band.”

There was a chorus of general agreement, then Julie spoke up. “I’ve been to at least one rehearsal each for all the other bands,” she said. “None of them are even close to you guys. You really rock.”

“I agree,” said Roger. “Add in my handsome face and winning personality, and you really can’t go wrong. Anyway, me and Ralph got to thinking we should learn a bunch more songs, maybe do some more writing, and then try to get some real gigs after we do the spring concert.”

This was a whole new idea. “Gigs where?” said Jamie. “We’re a band full of kids. I can’t see a whole lot of bars letting us play.”

“You’re not wrong,” said Roger. “My cousin plays bass in his dad’s bar band and he’s about my age, but he gets away with it because it’s mostly a band of adults. It wouldn’t work for us.”

He spread his hands on his lap. “But I made some phone calls. Every little dipshit town like this one has a summer festival, and they can’t afford to bring in any of the good bar bands to play it. That’s why the music is always a bunch of old fogies playing bluegrass, or some chick strumming on an acoustic guitar. I had four towns tell me they’d book us right now, including this one. A few others said they were interested. That’d be a really cool for-starters.”

“Oh, hell yes,” said Jamie. “That’s like, the coolest idea ever.”

“Then there could be other things,” Roger went on. “County fairs, maybe. Some of the little community centers might let us come in. Then this fall we could maybe bag some school dances, if we can talk them into using a band instead of a DJ. Maybe the community colleges in Alex and Wadena would have us next school year. The key is being willing to work cheap. The real money is in the bars, and that’s out of reach for us right now.”

“Who cares?” Katie put in. “It’d be fun. I’d do it just for that.”

“There’d be things to figure out,” said Roger. “Sound production, stuff like that. The crappy PAs they use at the summer fests for those bluegrass combos… they won’t work for this band. Not sure what the answer is, but I’ll bet I can find one. I do think we should bring Julie here along as our front of house, and she gets a split of anything we manage to pull in.”

The Patented Julie Hanson Ear-Splitting Squeal just about deafened us all. “Absolutely!” she whooped.

Roger turned his head towards me, and gave me that goofy, happy-go-lucky grin. “What do you say, Mallory? You up for it?”

I blinked a couple of times, then got my brain in gear. “I’d love to,” I said.

“Should we pick some more songs to learn?” asked Katie.

“Let’s hold off for a week,” said Roger, “because I have one more proposal. Instead of being just another variety band, I think we should pick a theme. I spent a little time online last night, and theme bands are a big deal right now. We’d probably have to phase out some of the stuff we’ve already learned, but so far we’ve mostly just been doing it for kicks anyway.”

“You got a theme in mind?” said Jamie.

“Yeah! 80’s pop. There’s a ton of bands out there doing eighties hard rock right now… Motley Crue and stuff like that, but the truth is ain’t nobody gonna compete with Hairball in that space. If you look at the poppier side, there’s a lot of stuff that was really popular, still gets played a lot on classic rock radio, that other bands aren’t doing. I say we get some new-wave looking costumes, learn a bunch of songs by Blondie, The Cars, and Madonna, do just a smidge of the more commercial hard rock like Poison or Motley Crue, and throw in a few of our originals when we really want to rock things up.”

Jamie’s lips were pursed. “That’s not the worst idea,” she said thoughtfully.

“We should take a week to think it over, though,” said Ralph. “If that’s a direction somebody just plain doesn’t want to go in, we can find something else. This could be a really great band, and I want everyone to be happy.”

“I don’t know much about that music,” said Katie, “Is there anything I should listen to, so I can see what I think?”

“Far as the 80’s stuff goes, we’re already doing songs by Duran Duran, Asia, and Europe,” said Roger. “But I’ll give you a list of other stuff to check out.”

“So we’d still do ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’, ‘Final Countdown’, and ‘Heat of the Moment’?” said Katie. “I like those! Okay, I’ll check out your list.”

We left it at that, but I’m pretty sure we’re going to go with Roger’s idea. I’m still trying to wrap my brain about going from being in a short-term student ensemble to an actual band looking for gigs. How awesome is that?

***

Julie and I ended up going to Jamie’s place Friday evening to listen to some music. Jamie might be a metalhead, but she’s also got her parents’ old stuff in her record collection, and a lot of it was the sort of 80s pop Roger suggested we focus on. Nettie tagged along. No way were we going to leave her behind if she wanted to come along, but it was a little frustrating all the same… it meant we couldn’t do anything sexy.

It was still fun. Nettie didn’t like the stuff we were listening to as much as the heavy metal, but she seemed to enjoy herself all the same. We listened to an album called “Rio’ by Duran Duran, and a bunch of little records that Jamie called 45s. Those are handy, because they usually have songs that got played on the radio, and if we’re going to start doing regular gigs, we’ll probably have to focus on that. I really liked most of it… better than I like Jamie’s metal, really.

After we’d had our fill of that, Jamie put on an album by a band called Flotsam & Jetsam for Nettie to check out. It was heavier than anything we’d listened to so far. To be honest, I didn’t like it very much at all, but Nettie sure did! She was smiling and bobbing her head the whole time it was on.

I was kind of stuck on my own yesterday and today. The Hansons were doing something with Jason’s parents, all my other friends were busy with one thing or another, and Mom was going nuts trying to catch up on the schoolwork she missed when she was sick. But that was all right. I practiced piano a lot, and I used Mom’s brand-new internet hookup to check out a whole bunch of 80s pop hits. I’m getting excited about Roger’s vision for the band. This could be really, really cool.

February 25th, 2007

This is going to be a pretty short entry. I’m at Home One this week, and that means that if I’m not at school, at church, or at band practice, I’m on the farm and pretty much isolated from the outside world.

Let’s get the bad news out of the way: Nettie, who seemed to be doing so much better, has fallen back into a pit. Julie says it’s worse than ever. She barely eats, doesn’t talk, and is waking up screaming a couple of times a night. When I see her at school, she’s really pale and quiet. I wonder if she’ll ever really come back. How do you get over something like that?

In an interesting turn of events, our band is going to be playing an extended set at the spring student concert. Jason informed us that a couple of students dropped out of the program, and he had to consolidate. There’s one less band now. None of the other bands are going to get to a point of actually being able to learn extra songs, so we’re going to play a double set to make up the time.

We decided to keep our options open as to which songs we’ll play for that show. The only thing for sure is that we’ll do the two originals. But in other news, we have a name, a direction, and a real gig!

We got together before rehearsal on Thursday for a band meeting. We all agreed that we want to become a real band, and that Roger’s idea to go with an 80s pop theme is a really cool idea. It’ll set us apart from other bands, and give us lots of really great music to choose from.

Ralph had an idea for a name, and had even designed a logo! We’re going to be 80 Proof… just the right name for a really potent 80s band. We settled in to rehearse feeling like we were on top of the world, and we tried something a little different this time. Before, we’ve always learned songs on our own, and then put it all together in rehearsal. This time we picked a few songs… we’d all done some listening and had some ideas… and just kind of jammed with the recordings together and let it fall into place.

It worked pretty well, because everybody here has a pretty good ear. We all agreed the other way is more efficient and that’s how we’ll mostly keep doing it, but the change of pace was fun. We got three songs sounding pretty decent in this fashion, and picked five more to have ready to practice next week.

Oh, and Jamie’s singing some lead vocals now! One of the songs we learned Thursday was by an artist called Patti Smith, and Ralph said the vocal wasn’t right for him. Jamie tried it, and it sounded great. Ralph says he doesn’t mind taking a little break and just doing backing vocals, maybe playing rhythm guitar. Interestingly, it was the first we knew he plays guitar! He’s not nearly as good as Jamie, but he’s not bad. It gives us an extra tool.

Friday afternoon Roger caught me just as I was about to board the school bus. “Mallory,” he said, sounding a bit winded, “I don’t suppose you have any plans for July 7th, do you? That’s a Saturday.”

I thought fast. July seemed impossibly far in the future. I knew I didn’t have anything at all planned for the summer, but I was trying to think what Mom or Dad might stick me with. It didn’t take long. In early July Dad will be in full swing with farm stuff, and these days, Mom just seems to be letting me do my own thing.

“Not that I can think of,” I told him. “Why?”

“I’ll get back to you… I still have to talk to Katie,” he said, rushing off.

He called me at home just after supper. “I got us a gig, Mallory! Put it on the calendar… we’re playing the festival in Henning, July 7th. We’ll be outdoors in the Lions Park, and we go on at eight. Talk to you later… I’ve still got a couple of calls to make.”

That’s really all I’ve got for today. I still don’t know where Mom and Dad are at on the whole divorce thing, but during my Home One week I have NO LIFE. I’m super-excited about the band, but I really, really need to have sex. Masturbation just isn’t enough!

February 27th, 2007

I’ve mostly been catching this diary up on Sundays, but I just have to write about what happened last night! It’s Tuesday, I just got home from school, and Mom won’t be home for a little while yet. Hopefully I can get it all down before she arrives.

Yesterday saw me back at Home Two with Mom. There’s some good news: Mom isn’t going after half of the farm. She doesn’t feel right about that, since it was in Dad’s family long before she came along. She does want a settlement, since her moving off the farm means Dad getting almost everything they owned together, but she’s not going to make it something he can’t handle. So the farm stays in the family. Whew.

Mom stayed at school late yesterday evening to catch up on some stuff in the networking lab, and I tried to keep busy at home by myself… you know, do a little cleaning, practice my music, that kind of thing. But the wheels in my mind were turning, getting dirtier with every spin. It had been WAY too long since somebody touched me. A wicked idea was forming in my head, and I wanted to see if I could set it in motion. I called up Jamie.

“Hi, little sister!” she said.

“Are you by yourself?” I asked her.

“Gimme a minute.”

I waited. A couple of minutes and a few random thumps later, Jamie spoke again. “I’ve got the cordless in my room. What’s up?”

“Do you know Megan Frost?”

“Yeah! She’s that goth chick in the 9th grade. She seems cool. Why?”

“Well, Julie and I are friends with her. I was thinking maybe we should all get together and… hang out.”

There was silence on the other end. “Uhhh…” Jamie said at last, “does this mean what I’m thinking it does?”

Leave it to Jamie to put all the pieces together in a split second. She comes across as a super-relaxed hippie type, but I’m starting to realize there’s a very sharp intelligence lurking underneath. I wonder why she’s not in the Advanced Learning program. “Yup, I said. “What do you think?”

“Have you talked to her about it yet?”

“No, but I’ll bet she’ll be into it.”

Jamie paused again before speaking. “She is pretty,” she said. “I have to admit, just the idea is getting me excited. Yeah, I’d be into it. When?”

“I dunno,” I said. “We’d have to figure something out.”

Jamie giggled. “Little sister, you sound seriously frustrated.”

“I’m going crazy!” I admitted with a laugh. “I haven’t done anything with another person in like two whole weeks.”

“Mmmm,” said Jamie, “are you really wet?”

I realized what she was up to, and stopped myself before I could reply. My promise to Julie rang in my ears. Did our agreement include talking dirty over the phone? I decided that it might.

I was just trying to figure out how to let Jamie down easy when I was saved by the door. Mom was home.“Jamie, my mom just came in,” I said. “I have to go.”

“Damn,” she lamented. “Okay. Talk to you soon, little sister.”

Mom’s eyebrows went up as I hung up the phone. “That was Jamie from your band?”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling a furious blush creep over my face. “We were talking, uh, music stuff.”

Mom was peering at me, eyes narrowed. She suspects, I realized. She can sense that something’s out of place. Then she seemed to shrug it off. “I hope you’ve eaten,” she said. “It’s your bedtime in half an hour.”

As it happens, I had eaten, and even fixed a plate for Mom to throw in the microwave. It took a lot of effort to concentrate on the task at hand; talking to Jamie had got me all worked up. I served Mom her dinner, then left to take care of my bedtime ritual: pajamas, pee, wash, brush teeth.

Getting into bed, I pulled the covers up, my pussy positively throbbing, and a moment later Mom came to tuck me in.

A sudden impulse struck me. “Mom,” I said, “would you get under the covers and snuggle with me for a little while?”

Mom blinked. “It’s been years since you asked me to do that, sweetie.”

“I know. But I’d really like it if you did. Is that okay?”

“For a few minutes.” Stepping out of her shoes, she slipped between the sheets and gathered me into her arms. I twisted around so we were face-to-face, pressing myself tightly against her warmth. We just lay there for a bit, holding each other close.

It felt peaceful and cozy, but I wanted more than that.  I gave it a moment, then began lightly tracing her shoulder and upper arm with my fingertips. I wriggled into a better position, and planted a soft kiss on her neck.

“Mmmm… aren’t you lovey tonight,” she murmured. I giggled and planted a gentle kiss on her collarbone, then let my lips glide across the nape of her neck. She shivered. “What’s all that for?” she whispered, not sounding as if she minded too much.

“I love you so much, Mom,” I said in what I hoped was a soft, sexy voice. “I just like kissing you.”

I wriggled upwards just a bit more, and began softly nuzzling and kissing her face. My fingertips trailed slowly up and down her spine, and I felt her shiver. It was working!

I let my mouth drift slowly towards hers, being careful to give her lots of time to back away.  When our lips brushed, she drew in a sharp, shuddering breath. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and she let go of me and rolled away, tearing herself out of my grasp.

“Um… I… Mallory, it’s late,” she stammered. “It’s time for you to go to sleep…”

I placed a finger on her lips, shushing her. “I understand, Mom,” I whispered, placing my mouth bare inches from her ear. “It’s been a long time since you’ve been touched like that, hasn’t it?”

She nodded without words, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

“I can tell what it’s doing to you,” I whispered, moving in even closer. “And I think that’s okay. It’s not like you asked for it to happen. And I’m feeling the same way you are.”

Pulling herself to a sitting position, Mom swung her legs off of the bed. She planted her elbows on her knees and buried her face in her hands. “This isn’t right, Mallory. I’m your mother.”

Getting to my knees, I wrapped both arms around her from behind. “Mom,” I whispered, “tell me the truth. I bet you hear me some nights when I masturbate, and sometimes I hear you masturbating when I’m done. Does hearing me get you excited? And do you think about girls sometimes when you do it? Maybe about Katerina?”

Mom froze, but she didn’t pull away. She sniffled, and when she spoke, there were tears in her voice. “It does get me excited,” she admitted. “I think it’s just knowing there’s an aroused person on the other side of the wall. And… and…”

Her shoulders heaved. “I do fantasize about Katerina!” she wailed. “I… I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like, the things she does with her partner… oh, God, what’s wrong with me?”

I loosened my arms, gripped her shoulders, and tugged. She didn’t resist, collapsing backwards onto the bed.

I gently wiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb. “Are you going to touch yourself tonight, Mom?” I asked.

She sniffled again. “Probably,” she admitted.

“Well I am, for sure,” I said. “And we’ll be listening to each other through the wall anyway, so… what if we just did it together? Right here, in the same room?”

Mom sat up right away, staring at me as if I’d just sprouted a second head. “Mallory Jane! What’s gotten into you?”

“I’m gay, Mom. Or maybe bisexual. Maybe you are too, and is that really so terrible? And you’re a beautiful lady. I notice that. I think it’s okay. If we’re both going to touch ourselves tonight, why should we have to be alone to do it? Wouldn’t it be better to be together? Keep each other company?”

Mom turned her eyes upward towards the ceiling. Her expression softened. I could tell her resolve was giving way. “I… I don’t know,” she said.

I lay down, stretching my legs out. “I can’t wait anymore, Mom,” I told her. “I’ve been worked up all evening, and my panties are soaked. I’m going to do something about it now. If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to. But I hope you decide to stay.”

I slid a hand beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms, letting my fingers trail down over the front of my very damp panties… sucking in my breath at the tingling sensation as I brushed my pussy lips through the saturated cotton. I could feel dampness on the back of my hand from the front of my pajamas… yeah, I was that wet.

Mom was staring intently at my every move. She saw me watching her and looked away… but she didn’t get up. Still touching through my underwear, I applied some pressure, flexing my fingers in a slow circular motion. A strong surge of pleasure engulfed my body, and I whimpered, thrusting my hips forward.

Mom’s eyes were on me again… and this time, she brought her legs up onto the bed and slowly lay back, her head resting on the pillow next to mine. Her left arm was pressed against my right; the same arm I was using to touch myself.

Done with teasing, I slipped my hand inside my panties. Holy crow, was I ever wet! My entire pussy, right up to the fork of my thighs, was dripping with juice, like a fresh piece of fruit. Even muffled by the clothing, I could hear the squishing sound as I trailed a finger between my pussy lips. Every part of me  was tingling, every nerve ending alive. I’ve had a lot of sexual adventures over the past few months, but getting myself off in front of Mom added a level of danger that drove me wild.

By then my breath was coming in sharp gasps, sweet twinges of pleasure rippling through me. I never took my eyes off Mom. Was she going to do anything besides just watch?

Less than a minute later, I got my answer when Mom slowly unbuttoned the front of her jeans, then slid a hand inside. I saw motion beneath the fabric of those jeans. I saw Moms eyelids flutter, saw her lips part. “Oh, my God,” she whispered.

Suddenly my light touches weren’t enough, not even close. I needed to FUCK myself. I shoved my panties and PJ bottoms down, lifting up just enough to push them all the way off, then flung them away and got to work on myself with both hands. The first two fingers of the left hand went inside, while I teased my clit with the middle finger of the other hand.

Mom was staring at me as she masturbated. I realized that she hadn’t seen my pussy in at least six years, maybe more. I hope it turned her on even more!

I fucked myself fast and hard, making sloshing wet sounds with every thrust. Within seconds I was moaning aloud. Mom’s hand was also moving rapidly inside her jeans, her hips rocking forward and back. She didn’t cry out, but her breath was hissing through clenched teeth.

Before I even realized it was happening, my climax hit. I was resting on my feet and shoulders, the whole middle section of my body arched up from the bed. My pussy clenched rhythmically on my fingers, gripping so hard that it almost hurt. I screamed along with those powerful pulsations, riding the wave of one of the longest orgasms I’ve ever had.

It all slowly faded, and I collapsed onto the bed. I needed to rest and catch my breath, but instead I hauled myself into a sitting position to watch Mom. Her hips were bucking powerfully, making hard fucking movements. A whimper escaped, and she clapped her free hand over her mouth. I reached out and gently pried that hand away. “Let it out, Mom,” I whispered in her ear. “There’s no one here but us.”

She replied with a soft moan. I’ve been listening to her mastubate on and off for awhile now, and it’s the first time I’ve ever heard her moan. She did it again again, this time a bit louder.

“Oh… oh gosh,” she got out. Her hips were still pumping furiously.

“Are you going to come?” I said.

“Yes… yes, Mallory, I’m going to… I’m… Ooohhhhh!”

Her whole body went rigid, her hand still moving furiously. She let out three more sharp cries, the last one building to a hoarse scream. Then she slowly sank down into the bed and went still, except for her chest rising and falling.

I threw my arm across her chest, snuggling up. She pulled me close.

“Mallory… oh, Mallory,” she whispered. “What have we done?”

“Shhh,” I whispered. “It’s okay. We both wanted this.”

“But s-sweetheart, we–”

I pressed my fingers to her lips. “Shhhh. Don’t overthink it, Mom. We had a nice time together, that’s all.” Moving closer, I kissed her cheek. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Love you, Mom.”

She was silent for a moment, then whispered. “I love you too, Mallory.” I heard her settle in with a sigh. Minutes later, she was dozing.

I got up, got into clean panties and pajamas, and made sure my alarm was set early enough for her to get to school on time. Then I crawled into bed next to my sleeping mother, glowing with elation. It took me a little while to fall asleep, but I finally did.

On to Chapter Twenty-Six!