Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2024 22:55:31 -0700 From: Jan none Subject: Mother From Az (Lesbian / Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F) This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenage girl and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. It is the property of the author and cannot be reproduced or distributed without specific consent of the author. This work is Copyrighted. All Rights Reserved. It is written for your enjoyment only. This story is about the love between a teenage girl and a woman is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available. You may contact me at janmay6969@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Mother from Az By Jan As I sit here in front of my college dorm room looking out of the window over my desk at the view of the trees on the campus and the students walking to and from their classrooms on the Holmes Institute Melbourne, Az. As I'm approaching my nineteenth birthday in November, I can't help thinking about how I was introduced to lesbianism as an innocent 16-year-old. I grew up in a Roman Catholic community, but there are a large number Orthodox Church of England members. The most transformative experience of my life happened when I became close friends with a classmate named Emma. She came from an Orthodox C of E family, and she invited me to her home to meet her family. Emma was the younger of two siblings, there was her mother, father, and a brother. Before I met her mother, I had a limited understanding of the same sex attraction. Whenever I visited Emma's home, her mother spent a lot of time talking to me. She was an attractive 43-year-old brunette with a figure that was about 130 pounds. While talking to me she would often accidently touch my arm or body. At first, I didn't think much about it, but it continued until I began to suspect that she was deliberately touching my body. There were moments in the kitchen when she'd reach out while cooking, and she would brush against my breasts. When I looked into her eyes, I caught her watching me, and she quickly averted her gaze, which only heightened my curiosity. I started paying closer attention to her behavior; whether we were sitting on the sofa or at the dining table, her touches became bolder. Sometimes she'd stand behind me, and place her hands on my shoulders, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and confusion. One night, when I stayed over at Emma's home, there were just the three of us. Her father and brother were away on a business trip. That night, her mother's touches were more frequent and deliberate, and I could sense her interest. While we watched TV, her daughter sat across the room, focused on the screen, oblivious to what was unfolding beside her. At one point, while seated together, her mother playfully tickled my side, which sent a rush of sensations through me. I could tell that she was aware of the effect she had on me. After that, she beckoned me to accompany her to the kitchen to prepare the tea. While we were waiting for the water to come to a boil, she put one arm around my body and kissed me on the mouth while placing her right hand lightly on my left breast. It was a surprising but exhilarating moment, an unexpected beginning to a journey I was not prepared for but was undeniably drawn into. Before we took the tray to the family room, she asked: "When Emma goes to sleep, please come to my bedroom!" My emotions were overwhelming me. I was uncomfortable the rest of the evening. I could hardly keep my mind on the program we were watching on the TV. After the evening news, her mother took hold of my hand and gave me a pleading look in the eyes, so some sort of signal before returning the tray back to the kitchen. Emma and I went upstairs to her bedroom. She had twin beds in her room, so we changed into our pajamas and went to bed. When her mother came upstairs, she stopped by Emma's room to say good night and took the time to tell: "Emma go downstairs and get Valentina a Pitcher of water and a glass in case she might need a drink during the night." In Emma's absence she come near me and whispered in my ear: "After Emma is sleeping come to my room, and don't tell Emma about this." I didn't know how to respond to her. She left before Emma returned. When Emma returned, she placed the Pitcher and class on the night stand between the beds and turned off the light after she got in her bed. As I lay in the bed, my mind swirling with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. It was a simple evening that had spiraled into something inexplicable. Why had she asked me to come to her room after Emma fell asleep? Why the insistence not to discuss it with her? I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about this encounter, something that extended far beyond that brief, unexpected kiss. The way she kissed me in the kitchen- the gentle brush of her lips, the warmth of her hand on my breast-had taken me by surprise. I replayed the moment over and over, trying to piece together what it all meant, as I lay there in the dim light, I could hear the muffled sounds of Emma snoozing in the next bed. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. I couldn't escape the clutches of my indecision. Should I go to her mother's room? What would I even say? I resolved to wait until morning. We would talk, hash out the details, and maybe, just maybe, the hours passed, the weight of sleep finally pulling me under. I drifted into a deep slumber, my mind wandering to dreams that danced on the edge of reality. But by 1:00am, nature called me back to consciousness. I stirred awake, the urgent need to use the bathroom tugging at me, and some clarity in the chaos of emotions swirling in my head. When I heard Emma's rhythmic breathing change into a soft, unmistakable snoring sound, I rolled out in my bed and walked quietly into the hall, there was a common bathroom between their bedrooms. The coolness of the floor sent a shiver up my spine. Thankfully, the path to the bathroom was familiar, the dim light from the hallway guiding me. After I relieved my bladder, I finished wiping my crotch. After I finished my business and was about to head back to bed, I froze in surprise. Her mother was, standing right in front of the bathroom door, silhouetted by the faint light outside. My heart raced, being caught off guard. Her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent electric shivers down my spine. She reached out, took my hand in hers, and pulled me gently closer. "Come with me," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "I need to talk with you." She led me into her bedroom the soft glow of the bluish moonlight filtering through the bedroom curtains dimly illuminated the room. Her mother led me to her bed and as we stood there by her bed she told me: "I want you to promise to never tell anyone what I am going to teach you tonight! If you can't promise that, you might as well return to Emma's room and go back to bed!" I heard myself say: "I promise to never tell anyone that you are going to trach me." As I answered her question, she turned to the nightstand and turned on a soft night light at the base of the lamp on the nightstand along with the clock radio. The room became aglow with a pink glow from a bulb that couldn't have been more than a 25-watt light bulb. When she turned back to face me, she placed her arms around my body and kissed me with a passion that I had rarely ever experienced. The kiss took my breath away and I felt a little dizzy. She used her right hand to unbutton the top of my pajamas. When she unbuttoned the last button, she pulled the top open to expose my breasts. My youthful breasts were those of a mature 16-year-old. They were 38-C and her breasts were pear shaped. My areolas were a rose-pink and as large as silver dollars with nipples that were prominent. My waist was only 26-inches and my pajama bottoms were held up by a cord tied in a bow. My belly button was exposed and the bottoms were riding low on my wide hips. She took hold of the cord and gave a tug. The bow came undone and a gentle tug loosened the cord and the bottoms fell to the floor around my feet. I simply stepped out of them. She stood there admiring my lower body as my pajama top slipped off my shoulders and joined my bottoms on the floor. I began to get nervous because she was not saying anything as she stood there with her arm crossed. I couldn't tell if she approved of what she was looking at or not. I had always been proud of my long shapely legs, and I thought my dark-haired pubic triangle was something I could be proud of. She stood there taking in the sight of my naked body without saying anything or showing any emotion. She finally said: "I can't believe how BEAUTIFUL your body is! You remind me of the upperclassman of the modern dance class when I was a freshman. She was the one that took me under her wing and not only taught me to be a better dancer she introduced me to the pleasures of safe sex between women! She told me: "I have always been drawn to breasts that are shaped like yours, and your bird is so editable I have to make love to you!" After that statement she placed me on the middle of her bed with the covers drawn back, and proceeded to start taking off her own nightgown. I lay there on her bed with my head resting on one of her two pillows. I could hardly breathe as I watched her gather up the bottom of the transparent gown up her body and exposed her own legs that were as good as any dancer's. When her own crotch came into view, I couldn't take my eyes off her Mons Pubis. It was shaved every smooth with only a close-cropped landing strip of dark hairs that were only a quarter inch long above her vagina opening. When her breasts spilled out from under the gown as it was gathered up before being pulled over her head. Her breasts were at least a 'double -D' and rested on her ribcage. Her areolas and nipples were a dark mauve colour and larger than my own. I was impressed that a 43- year-old woman had an impressive figure even though she was probably 53.2 KGs or 117 US pounds. As the gown cleared her head her chestnut hair with a few streaks of gray starting to show at her temples fell back down to cover her breasts. She dropped her gown on top of my pajamas, and mounted the bed. She laid on top of me and kissed me with tongue for a long time. It was exciting to have her on top of me. Our breasts were smashed against each other. She eventually moved down my body until she was able to take turns sucking on my tits. It took my breath away when she captured my nipples and sucked on them. I was looking her in the eyes as she licked her way down my body where she lifted my legs and spread them as she started licking my pubic hair before getting down and dirty and licking my wet vagina and using her tongue to stimulate my clitoris until I had a whimpering orgasm that led to me blacking out for a few moments. When I recovered, she was lying next to me with her face so close to mine I was breathing her exhausted air from her lungs, and she had an arm lying across my body. I moved my face closer and kissed her. It was strange kissing her with my own vaginal juices covering her face and smelling my own cunt on her face. I was soon feeling her big soft tits and lifting them up to suck on them in turn. I was smelling her perfume between her breasts and promising myself to buy the same perfume for myself. I may have lingered on her tits too long because she placed her hand on top of my head and gently pushed down. I knew what she wanted and licked my way down her body the same way she has done to me. I felt a pang of sympathy when I reached the thin transverse C section scar. When I reached her crotch. I looked up at her eyes and asked: "Why do you shave so much?" She smiled at me: "I do that so no one get my hair caught between their teeth." I instantly understood that I was not the first of probably many other females that had eaten her pussy. I found that her crotch smelled very similar to my own. I used my tongue to find out what her pussy tasted like. I was soon rubbing my face against her pussy the way she had done to me. I could have spent the rest of the night between her legs, but she eventually let me know that she was cumming and pushed me away. When she recovered, she gathered up her nightgown and my pajamas. She handed me the PJs and she pulled her gown over her head. Then she told me to return to my bed and cushioned me to not let Emma know what we are going to be doing in our private time together from now on. I got up and put on my pajamas and moved back to my bed in Emma's room as quietly as I could. When I got in the bed and covered up, I was replaying what had taken place and enjoying the smell of her pussy that was clinging to my face as her cum dried. I reached down with my right hand and put it into my PJs and masturbated myself until I fell asleep. Whenever I would spend nights at Emma's home her mother found a way for the two of us to be with each other long enough to make love to each other. It took me several months before I found out that Emma knew all about her mother's taste for teenage girls. Emma was also sleeping with her mother's female friends. It got to the point that her mother no longer hid our activity from her daughter. We would take off our clothes and make love to each other on the living room floor in front of Emma. 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 If you enjoy Nifty, please make your donation to Nifty Archive Alliance to help keep the site running and stories available.