Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2023 12:39:47 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Cathy's Second Love (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF) Adult Youth, oral, anal, g/FF This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between a consenting underage girl and adult females. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2021 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Cathy's Second Love By Jan I can't say I was all that innocent when I fell in love with my mother's best friend. I had played spin the bottle with the girls in my neighborhood as a girl while the boys were playing baseball and basketball at the local grammar school playground. When we were a little older and had pajama parties, I enjoyed sucking tits and pussies. I thought I had outgrown that stage when I started dating boys. My mother was a stay-at-home housewife. The local housewives were in the habit of gathering at the home of the one with the youngest baby after they made the beds and did their laundry. They would sit around drinking coffee, gossiping, and playing cards. Mom was particularly close to one neighbor. That was not part of the morning coffee clutch because she was younger than most of them and divorced. The other women saw her as a threat. They feared their husbands would be attracted to her. I did find it strange that my mother and her were friends. Rosemary was a remarkable looking woman. She made anything she wore look good. From what I was told she was of German extraction. She had coal black hair and pale blue eyes. She had to be in her thirties but looked like a college freshman. She had the figure of a college cheerleader as well. The thing most people focused on was her breasts. They were large and were firm enough to stand up proudly. I found them as attractive as everyone else did. All-of the other housewives felt threatened by her. They didn't seem to have anything in common with each other. Rosemary was well educated, where Mom barely finished high school. My parents struggled to better themselves but would always be lower middle class. Where Rosemary had come from a better educated family. It never dawned on me that there was a sexual element to their friendship. That is until I happened to come home from school because the school nurse sent me home after I had vomited during English class right after lunch. I let myself in and headed to the kitchen to get something to drink and as I passed the living room entrance, I heard moaning and saw Mother was on top of Rosemary. They were both naked and Mother had her face buried in Rosemary's pussy. I was embarrassed and felt guilty for having seen something I shouldn't have seen. I turned around and left the house as quietly as I could. I walked to the local park and got a drink from the public drinking fountain, and found a bench under a shade tree to think about what I had seen. I found that I was jealous of my mother. I was picturing the sight of my mother's big butt with her asshole gaping open and her puffy vagina wedged between her thick thighs. I was so absorbed by what I had seen that it took me a little time to realize that as Rosemary lay there playing with her own tits that her big blue eyes were looking at me and she had been smiling. When I pictured her blue eye and the smile on her face, I felt a rush of sexual excitement. Was she really smiling at me? I happened to look at my wrist watch and noticed that it was close to the time I normally git home from school. I must have been sitting on the bench for a couple of hours. As I walked towards home Mrs. Williams pulled her car up alongside the curb and offered me a lift home. I thanked her and continued walking home. When I entered the house the two of them were dressed and sitting at the dining table with coffee mugs in their hands. Mom asked me if I wanted a snack and something to drink. I thanked her and told her that I had gotten sick at school, all I wanted was something to drink to settle my stomach. She took a can of 7-up from the fridge and gave it to me. When I looked at Rosemary, she smiled at me with one side of her face. I was confused by the strange itch between my legs. Apparently, Rosemary hadn't mentioned to my mother that she had seen me earlier in the day while Mom had been sucking her pussy. I had a hard time going to sleep that night and had to resort to masturbating myself to get to sleep. As they say I was preoccupied with impure thoughts for several days. I couldn't get Rosemary out of my mind. I told my mother that I needed to go to the library to research a school paper I needed to write. Then I walked to Rosemary's home. I almost ran after I knocked on her door because I was so nervous. When the door opened and Rosemary was standing there in an orange cotton jersey tank top dress that only covered the upper portion of her- thighs. The material clung to her body's curves and the shape of her nipples showed through the material. It was obvious that the dress was all she was wearing, as if she had slipped it on to answer the door. As soon as she saw me, she invited me in with: "Cathy, what took you so long? I expected to see you much sooner!" I was puzzled, why would she expect me to come sooner? She stepped back and allowed me to enter her home. As I walked past her, she placed her hand around my waist and guided me to her family room in the back of the house. I could smell her Black Opium perfume on her body as we walked. The air conditioner made the family room comfortably cool. I looked around because this was the first time I had even been in her home and I was checking out everything in the room. I was excited and nervous because I didn't know how to bring up the subject of the sex that I had seen between her and my mother. It was obvious that she had seen me looking at them while my mother had been sucking her pussy, and I wondered why she expected me to come to her home sooner. She directed me to have a seat on a love seat that was made of a quality material in thick demand that forced two occupants to be very close. Rosemary placed her left arm around my shoulders and turned her upper body slightly towards me and she said in a soft voice: "I assumed that you would want to talk to me about what your mother and I were doing the other day." I know what she was doing! How long have the two of you been doing that?" Rosemary smiled: "That is a question you should ask your mother. I can tell you that I have been a lesbian ever since I found out about sex as a preteen. I married a man to give the appearance that I was straight. A divorced woman is not looked upon the same way as a woman that had never been married and only had women friends." "When did you know that you were a lesbian?" "Oh, I had played those childish games as a girl like; doctor patent and spin the bottle. I experimented with both heterosexual and lesbianism as a young teenager before I met an older woman when I was a freshman in high school. I was seeing her almost daily for a year before I admitted to myself that I was a lesbian. The problem was that I felt ashamed of myself and tried to live a lie for more than a decade. I am happier now that I have accepted who I am." "Is my mother a lesbian?" "Cathy, I can safely say that your mother is a bisexual! She does love you father, but she has some desires that she can only satisfy with another woman. Can I ask you if you have ever had sex with another girl?" I paused before answering the question. "I played the same kind of games as a young girl and I did some necking and ate some pussies at some pajama parties for a couple of years, because my parents won't let me date boys. I have been with a couple of guys and sucked their cocks because I didn't want to give up my virginity to guys, I wasn't that interested in them either." Rosemary used her right hand to turn my head towards her and she kissed me on the mouth. I didn't resist. Then she forested her tongue into my mouth, with her cheek pressed against my nose. When she sucked the air out of my lungs, I felt faint before she exhaled into my mouth filling my lungs with air from her own lungs. She was in affect breathing. It made me dizzy. I was emboldened enough to reach across my body and place my left hand on her left tit. (I would have preferred to use my right hand but that was trapped between our bodies.) Feeling her tit confirmed that there was no bra under the thin jersey material. Her stiff nipple was poking the palm of my hand. Her breast felt soft in my hand as I squeezed it. There was a marked difference in her breathing. Rosemary used her right hand to grasp my own breast and squeezed it firmly. She asked "Can I make love to you?" My voice broke when I said: "Yes!" I was wearing the clothes that I hadworn to school that day, that consisted of a white blouse with a gold crucifix resting between my breasts, a pleated skirt that I had just bout outgrown, the hem was well above my knees. I was wearing white ballerina flats, and my low-rise white panties were ripe enough from having been in them at least for 10- hours. The conversation and foreplay had my vagina flowing enough to make them sopping wet. She was still kissing me when she placed her hand on my right inner thigh, and it caused the muscles in my upper leg to ripple. I was breathing hard into her mouth as her hand slid up my inner thigh to my wet panties. She pulled the crotch of my panties aside and placed her finger on my pussy. I had never shaved my vulva because I looked upon the hair as proof that I was an adult woman. She tugged on a few strands of hair and whispered: "We will have to trim some of this later! I don't like getting hairs caught between my teeth or caught on the back of my tongue where you can't swallow it or cough it out." She slipped a finger into the wet valley between my labia and stroked me. When her finger bumped into my clitoris it felt like an electrical shock. She masturbated me until I had a squirting orgasm. While I was recovering, she unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it out of my skirt. I was wearing a full slip as well as a B-cup bra that was padded to give the illusion that I had bigger sized breasts. Rosemary had me stand up so that she could remove my clothes. She unfastened my dress and pulled it down to allow me to step out of it. She had to pull the slip over my head. She unhooked the bar and I pulled my arms out of the straps. I stepped out of my flats as she pulled my panties down the legs. My clothes were tossed onto a recliner and I was allowed to sit back down. It felt strange with my bare bottom sitting on the thick wool fabric. Rosemary hugged me and started running her hands all over my body. She eventually stood up and reached down and took hold of the hem of her dress and pulled the jersey dress up and over her head and tossed it onto the chair where my clothes were. She was totally naked as I had suspected as she stood in front of me. I was impressed with her large breasts, but my eyes were drawn to her crotch. Her pubic hair was shaved into a little triangle no more than two inches across the top and the hairs were trimmed to an even half inch. Her adult pussy had her labia minora lips dangling beyond her labia majora. At that point she knelt between my legs, and placed her hands on my knees. She leaned forward and kissed my hairy vulva. She did things with her mouth and tongue that thrilled me and soon had me experiencing a strong orgasm. I was left exhausted for a few moments. When I recovered, I had an overwhelming desire to find out what Rosemary's pussy tasted like. I did my best to pull her up, but she had to stand up on her own. She sat back down on the loveseat next to me. I used both hands to mold and massage her breasts and sucked on them like a hungry animal. When I was ready to find out what she tasted like I slid off the loveseat and knelt between her legs just as she had done to me. When I was close enough to smell her pussy, I couldn't help thinking about my mother smelling her pussy before she did what I was about to do. I studied her pussy as if I was committing every wrinkle to memory. I used my tongue and nose to stimulate her clitoris until she had an orgasm. We wallowed in our feelings until I had to think about going home. I got dressed and washed my face and hands. It wouldn't do for Mother to smell Rosemary's pussy on my face and hands. The one thing I didn't think about was her perfume because I had gotten used to it. I was unaware that my clothes had absorbed her fragrance. When I walked past my mother, asked: "Is that Black Opium you're wearing?" I almost panicked: "It must be Rosemary's because I stopped by her home after I was at the library." I hoped that would end the discussion. I made a mental note to myself that the net time to bring a bottle of my own perfume to spray on myself to mask any lingering fragrance before going home. Rosemary and I found ways to be together as often as we could. On holidays or summer vacation while Mom was at the homes of her morning coffee club clutch of hens, I would be at Rosemary's home. We had a great time and we would make love to each other. It was exciting to have sex with an older woman. Her mature beasts were fascinating to me, and I wanted to know everything about her pussy. I studied every fold of her flesh. I knew that she has a brown mole right on the edge of her left labia majora and the her that her clitoris was about the size of an aspirin pill and it was partially hooded by the skin that was where her labia minora that protected her urethra and vagina. Where the labia joined to become her perineum that formed a seam between the vagina and anus. I even became fascinated with her anus. I masturbated her ass while eating her pussy. She taught me everything she knew about making love to a woman. After we had given each other one or more orgasms we had a few minutes to talk about things before I would have to bathe and get dressed to return home before Mother would get home. It was inevitable that Mother would find out I was seeing Rosemary. She accepted it with graceful acceptance. She wasn't mad at Rosemary for cheating on her or seducing her daughter. She even had a long discussion with me about her feelings about sex with women. I was having the time of my life. I was free to sleepover at Rosemary's on weekends. One day I was at the mall in town buying a matching bra and panties in a sexy black lace to show off to Rosemary and Mother. After I paid for them with my debit card I almost backed into Mrs. Williams. She said: "I thought it was you. Can I buy you a soft drink?" I couldn't refuse her offer, because she would gossip with the neighbors about the underwear that I bought, so I accepted. She bought us cokes at McDonald's within the mall and we drank them while we watched people walking by. She offered to drive me home. Again, I felt that I had to accept. We walked to her car in the parking lot. As soon as we were on the street she reached over and placed her hand on my thigh. She asked me if I would like to keep her company. Her husband was going fishing with his buddy for the weekend. I instantly realized that she was hitting on me. Mrs. Williams' youngest son was away at college, so there was just her and her husband in their home. I found the idea that she was hitting on me interesting. I told her that I would have to called my mother and ask permission. I retrieved my cell phone and call home. I told Mom that I had met Mrs. Williams at the mall and she has asked me to keep her company this weekend. Mom asked me if she was hitting on me. I said as we're talking. Mom told me to go for it if I liked. I told Mrs. Williams that it was okay with my mother and hung up the call. Mrs. Williams gave my inner thigh another squeeze. It sent that familiar tingle through my body. I responded by pacing my own hand in Mrs. Williams's right thigh. She said: "Cathy, please call me by my given name is Stacie. As I slipped my hand under her dress she pushed it up her leg. She could have stopped me at any time but she only smiled when my hand reached her warm panties. She said: "I suspected that you were a good girl when I saw the lingerie you were buying. She also slid her hand up my leg without taking her eyes off the road. When her hand reached my crotch, she pulled my panties aside and stuffed her finger into my pussy. She diddled me all the way to her home. We made our way into her home and we started kissing each other, as we made our way to her bedroom. Stacie was an interesting woman, she was five-foot six-inches tall, brunette with graying temples, gray eyes. She had a slender body that looked frail, but she was stronger than she looked. She was the alfa personality in her household. She took control of me like a Catholic Mother Superior controls novice nuns. She sat on her vanity chair in front of her makeup dresser and directed him to undress. She told me which item to remove until I was standing in front of her completely naked. My breasts almost filled a C cup by that time. My figure had blossomed somewhat. Rosemary had given my pubic bush a bikini trim. Stacie asked: "Who is responsible for the hair cut?" I ran my fingers through hair and spread my labia open for her benefit, and said: "The first woman that made love to me! (Without giving a name.) She reached out and ran a finger through the valley of my cunt. When her fingertip touched my clit, I had a sexual quivering reaction. He finer fucked me until I had an orgasm. When she removed her finger, she held her finger under her nose and smelled it, like someone smelling the cork of a fine wine. Then she licked her finger and sucked on it. Stacie stood up and simply stated: "Take my clothes off of me slowly!" I proceeded to unzip the back of her dress and pull the dress free of her arms and pulled it down over her hips and held it so that she could step out of it. Her slip was held up by sagittate straps, and I pulled them off her shoulders and pulled it down for her to step out of it as well. She was wearing a matching lavender bra and panties. When I unhooked the bra and pulled it free of her tits. They were pretty-big but they sagged and rested on her ribcage. I noticed that the crotch of her sexy panties was stained as she started to pull them down. I got a look at her pussy before she stepped out of them. She didn't have a lot of pubic hair but she didn't shave it and she had hairs running down the insides of her inner thighs. She did leave her nylons on but removed her shoes because she didn't want her heels poking holes in her sheets. She pulled me onto the bed next to her and arranged me the way she wanted me. I laid there because I wanted to find out what she wanted to do. She laid part of her body on top of me and started kissing me while she was feeling my breasts. She wrapped her legs around my right thigh and moved her hand down my body to my crotch. She stroked my crotch and worked her finger into the crack of my pussy. She rubbed my clit until Iwas breathing hard and getting turned on. She eventually probed the depths of my vagina and discovered that I was a virgin. She loved down my body and proceeded to eat my pussy until I had an orgasm, and she lapped up the fluid that leaked out of my cunt. I assumed that she would want me to do the same to her, but she surprised me by turning me over onto my belly and she smelled my ass and licked my asshole. I couldn't believe the feelings she was inducing in me. I even had another orgasm. Once I had calmed down, Stacie moved back up the bed to lay beside me. It was my turn to set about pleasing her. Her breasts were soft and I sucked on her nipples for several minutes. Stacie was the one to place her hand on my head and push downward to let me know that she wanted me to go down on her. I moved down her body to her crotch and I enjoyed the smell of her cunt and I pressed my face against her pussy and licked on her hairy flesh until I worked my tongue int the folds of her flesh and tasted her moist flesh. I tongue fucked her and used my fingers to finger fuck her asshole until she had an orgasm. As much as I enjoyed having sex with her, I had to get dressed and return home. I wondered why my mother had encouraged me to have sex with Mrs. Williams when I talked to her on the phone, and I wondered if Rosemary would be jealous if she knew I had been having sex with Mrs. Williams. When I got home, I confronted Mother with the question: "When I called you and told you that I was with Mrs. Williams, you asked if she was hitting on me, you told me to go for it. Why did you say that?" Mom said: "I have known that you and Rosemary have been having sex with each other from the first night you came home smelling of her favorite perfume. I know that Mrs. Williams is a horny old bitch, and would make a pass at you the first chance she got. When Rosemary finds out that you had sex with Stacie, she will be jealous as hell. It will do her some good to find out that you will not be her sex slave. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of female sexuality, please send your outline to janmay6969@gmail.com