Home From School, Part One

by stormy

College, for a girl, is supposed to be a time when she meets other girls, and has affairs of the heart. Crushes and cliques, betrayals and broken hearts, and all manner of dreams achieved, undreamed, and imagined.

For me, college was all of that, and more.

When I was first admitted to the sorority, I admit, I was broken hearted. I was 19 and my eyes were red from crying on my pillow, when the head girl ushered us out of our rooms, to line up and be addressed.

I snuffed my tears and wiped my eyes, quickly scampering, even in my bare feet, to get in line and stand at attention. I knew from previous experience that if I took so much as a second to even put on my slippers, I might suffer the head girl's discipline, and I was quickly learning that discipline was the way of this sorority.

I didn't know anything about Greek culture or societies, or sappho or lesbos or sisterhoods. I didn't know Hera from Persephone from Hades. I didn't know about how women had bonded with each other as their men went off to fight, and how deeply the women made love, in groups of women and girls, to assuage the sadness of their men who may not even come back.

But before school was over, I knew this and more.

But here at the beginning of my college life, I was red eyed and sobbing my heart out, barely able to stop the tears before the head girl was staring into my face, and ready to haze me if I so much as moved a muscle wrongly.

"What's the matter little Amy? Miss your mommy?"

And at this, several of the girls laughed and snickered.

Unfortunately, in the first couple weeks of college, I had transferred my love too quickly, to one of the older girls, and she made love to me those first weeks, and got me to reveal my secret. And well, my secret is that I am my mother's greatest love.

Yes, it's true, my mother seduced me right before I got my period, age 10 or so. I was her lover all up into my teenage years, when just two weeks prior, I had cried and sobbed, as she ordered me away to college.

I guess Mom had to break the bond between us, in order for me to begin my college adventures. But looking back now, I see how deliberately she had tried to break the bond and yet I hadn't seen what she was doing.

Anyway, in those first two weeks at college, my heart was breaking and I missed my mommy. I guess that's why a teacher's aide was so able to get my panties off and have me licking her pussy the first weekend. I desired the closeness and connection of a woman.

Well anyway, I opened my heart too far to her, and she then used it against me, forcing me to pleasure entire roomfuls of girls and women. I hadn't expected to be blackmailed into eating more pussy, but that's what she wanted, and I was happy to try and forget Mommy, by drowning myself in the lovely folds of numerous women and girls.

By the second weekend, she had me and some other girls, in a room of the sorority house, lying on our backs during functions and parties, and random women would come in and saddle up on our faces, getting "serviced" by me and the other pledges. I suppose I had not expected sorority life to be so deeply sapphic right away, but since I had no way of knowing what it was supposed to be like, and since my own mother had taken my cherry and been my lover all through high school, I figured I was on the fast track, and that the more clits I sucked, the better my college experience would be. So after the second weekend, everyone in the sorority's higher echelon knew that I was a little girl raised on pussy, by my mother. And they all took delight in using me in that capacity, at their whim.

Well, when they call roll or attendence on the sudden moment as right now, and when the head girl gets right in your face and asks you if you have been crying because you miss your mommy, well, you simply answer honestly. And so I said "Yes mistress!" with a sob and began crying outright.

All the girls laughed at me, they were delighted that I loved my mom so much. They liked teasing me that I missed her so much, and wrote her letters every day.

In my letters, I didn't tell Mom any of the things that I was doing sexually, for my letters were pure emotion, pure poetry. I loved my mother, and I love her even now, more than I can ever love another person. I was and am, completely head over heels in love with my mother, and that will never change, and it deepens every day. But especially in those first weeks and months at school, I must have written volumes of love poetry to her. I took pleasure in gently veiling my lustful thoughts to her. I would write of flowers and sap, and dew and use words like these. I wanted my mommy to know that she would not get rid of my love, by sending me to college.

She did try to break my heart, when I was preparing to go off to college. I remembered that scene from the Jack London book White Fang where the boy has to yell at the wolf, to get it to go away. I think that's what Mom was trying to do, in my senior year.

I was 18 and by that time, Mom and I had become the deepest and most trusting intimate lovers any woman and her daughter had ever become. I took to Mom's instructions right at the beginning, when I was 10, and by the time of my first menstruation, I had already become expert at pleasuring my mother orally. Which I did at least ten times a week.

We literally could not keep our mouths or hands off of or out of each other. And for the next 8 years, all through high school, Mom was my lover. As I went to my senior prom, I think that night was the night Mom planned to upset me on purpose.

I had decided to go to prom with my friend Alicia. Mom had always wanted me to date Alicia or try to make moves on her, but I didn't. Sometimes some of the biggest fights between us were because she kept talking about Alicia and how I should do this or that to try and turn Alicia on. I got tired of it. "Can't you understand I don't want another woman? I love you, Mom!" was my reply. I could tell she appreciated my love but her frown told me she was not happy, and that she wanted me to experience other lovers than her.

Well anyway, I went to senior prom with Alicia and was going to be going directly to college that spring. Alicia looked hot in her dress and so did I. Mom also looked great as she dropped us off and picked us up. When she picked us up in a limo, I was surprised. I had expected to go home but Mom wanted us to go ride around in a limo. Me and Alicia piled in and took our shoes off, luxuriating in the feel of the limo's carpet and plush interior. Mom was wearing a thigh high gown, black, which showed off her legs quite nicely. I looked back and forth between Mom and Alicia. Of course Mom just grinned at me.

She offered us champagne and we drank it. And after not too long, I noticed Mom was nuzzling up against Alicia on the other side of the limo. She was glancing over at me, even as she kissed Alicia's neck and ran her leg up Alicia's thigh, lifting her dress higher.

I didn't know what to do! I didn't react, and I think that turned Mom on, as I froze, she got bolder. She turned Alicia's drunk 18 year old mouth to her and slid her tongue deep into Alicia's mouth, wetly frenching the girl so that I could see. I didn't realize she was trying to provoke me, I was so inflamed by the scene in front of me, I just sat there stunned and frozen. Mom took this as a further cue and began squeezing Alicia's breast and deeply kissing her forcefully. Alicia's legs splayed open rudely and Mom didn't waste a second getting her hand up Alicia's skirt and into parts unknown, up underneath.

From Alicia's reaction, I could tell Mom was working her pussy up good. Alicia obviously was ready for this, and she scuked greedily at Mom's neck, hunching her hips up at Mom's working hand, which was still hidden in the ruffles of Alicia's prom dress. She was making little squaking sounds of drunk pleading, and she gave Mom more and more access to her pussy.

As the limo drove on, and Mom said things like "Oh yeah baby that's right" to a girl who was not me, I felt fully transported. Maybe it was also the glasses of champagne? I don't know. But I reacted by slowly taking a tiny quiet sip from my glass, and remaining still.

Mom obviously took this as a cue. I realize now that she was trying to provoke my jealousy, to provoke a fight. I had always said to her, "If you want me to get Alicia so bad why don't you just get her yourself?!" but I hadn't ever really suspected Mom of sex with other girls. But now, she was mking love to my best friend right in front of me. Maybe she was showing me how to do it? Taking me up on my bluff?

In any case, I sat there motionless as she lay Alicia back and dug in, eating my best friend's pussy for a long lazy time while the limo drove aimlessly on Mom's instructions. I couldn't take my eyes off them, Alicia looked at me but she seemed not even aware of me. Mom, ignored me completely, even to the point of saying things like "I love you baby" and stuff like that to Alicia. After enough times, I did start to get jealous, but still I didn't say anything.

Even when we three went up the stairs, and Mom took Alicia into her room and closed the door, locking it, I wasn't sure quite what she was doing. I tried the handle, but it was locked. I gently knocked and called "Mom?" but I heard sounds of lovemaking and knew I was being ignored. I knocked louder, "Mom!" and was still ignored. After a third harder knock, I heard from behind the door "Mommy's busy baby, I'll be right out."

I couldn't beleive it! It was my prom night and Mom was locking me out so she could fuck my best friend, my prom date!

"I hate you!" I screamed and ran into my bedroom crying. I drunkly stripped off my dress and cried myself to sleep in the pillow. However in the middle of the night, I did make my way to the door of mother's room and pressed my ear to it, and I did hear her voice, coaxing her lover, "yeah baby, that's what Mommy likes" and "mmm, I love you little girl" and stuff that I was used to hearing my whole life. Though I was sadened, I did rub my pussy and come several times at the door, listening quietly like a mouse.

Well anyway, Mom continued her relationship with Alicia all up until I left for college. Mom tried hard to get my jealousy to flare up, and I countered that by not getting jealous no matter what she did. Even as she took Alicia out and got dressed up and went on private dates, then taking Alicia to her bedroom for the night, I didn't complain. I listened intently at the door and became even more aroused.

Finally, I went to college, as did Alicia. Yes, even though Mom had tried to break the bond between us, it was unbreakable, and we were both in tears as she dropped me off at the campus.

And as I mentioned, by the second week at college, I realized that Mom's training was going to be very beneficial. But all the time at college, I missed my mommy.

Four years I spent, until age 23. I saw Mom each year when she came to visit, and we spent the weekend together. Strangely, when she visited, our conversations were always about everything except sex. Even a couple times she tried to flirt with me, as if to check and see if I was still interested in her, and I cruelly rebuffed her attempts. I told her I "Have a girlfriend" and I left Mom hanging, and didn't recieve her advances.

I did this on purpose, of course, since she had played the same game with me, and yes I resented her for that. But even though I denied her sex, I didn't deny her my love. I just made sure to have her think that her plan had worked, and that sexually, I would not be her lover anymore. I pretended it was so.

But recently, I ended my four year college visit, and returned home to stay with Mom. I'll write about that next.