Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, mt/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Brother, Sister, Father, Daughter, Swinging, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mary is seduced into a relationship by her friend Amanda. Soon the relationship is complicated by Amanda's 18 year old son Corey seducing Mary followed by her own son Lee. The families become become swingers. Tony’s mother Ellen is widowed. Tony visits Albuquerque and reestablishes their incestual bond. Ellen, looking for a new connection seeks out Duffy Manahan, owner of a local pub and partner of her deceased husband.

Mary Wilhelm awoke to the sound of music on the clock radio. It was 4:30 pm. Still naked she tingled between her legs. Amanda was gone.


The Wilhelms, considered pillars of the Congregational Church to which they had belonged for fifteen years, had two wonderful children, a seventeen year old son and a daughter of sixteen. Lee, who had just graduated high school, would be going to the California State University at Fullerton on a baseball scholarship in the fall. Madison was Miss "everything" at school. Mary's husband, who owned his own software company, was wildly successful. Not only had his success allowed Mary tremendous advantages throughout their marriage, Arthur had always treated his wife like his queen. After twenty-two years of happy marriage Mary Wilhelm never imagined that her life could be more exciting and fulfilling.

Mary's circle of friends was a bit on the stodgy side, all part of the same church, most belonging to the same bible study group. A few played bridge together on a weekly basis. She didn't know whether her sense of malaise—the feeling of being in a rut—was the result of age creeping up on her, or if it was a comment she overheard her daughter making to a friend when she was walking past her daughter's bedroom door. Madison's friend Jennifer said, "Your mom is the coolest woman at the church Madison."

With a smile on her face Mary lingered to hear what her daughter might say. "I guess when you consider that group of hens Mom hangs out with she does kind of stand out. She used to be really cool Jen. But lately she is getting more and more like the rest of them. It freaks me out that she might be turning into an old lady." The comment bothered her all week, setting in motion thoughts that something was missing in her life.

When a new couple, the Firestones, visited their church that Sunday, Mary was concerned that they would view the congregation as old fashioned, just like her daughter had said. She was sure they wouldn't come back. During the week Mary called and invited Amanda Firestone and her husband to come back. To her delighted surprise they returned the next Sunday. Little did she realize the impact this new couple would have, both on her life and her family's as well.

Mary Wilhelm and Amanda Firestone became fast friends, a development she would never have considered. The friendship with Amanda took her into a direction that she would have previously considered contrary to the concept of a model wife and mother, not to mention a Christian woman who was so involved with the church. The thrilling development that was transpiring had to be closely guarded. Prior to her friendship with Amanda it was something that Mary would have considered ridiculous. The old Mary would never have considered being a part of "it". When it happened she was shocked at her behavior. It was something she could confess to no one, not even her husband. He was an open-minded man but would he really understand? She couldn't chance it.

When Amanda and Tony Firestone walked into the church that gray Sunday morning in March it was as if they were floating on a ray of sunshine; it seemed like she was in the presence of celebrity. Tony, at 6'3," was a former college golfer, a real handsome man. With a sexy, muscular body, jet black hair, piercing aquamarine eyes and flashing teeth he could have been the star of a toothpaste commercial. Amanda was 5'7" lean and lithe. With a button nose and soft blue/violet eyes, her lips were full and sensuous. In college she had been an all-conference setter on her volleyball team. The muscles of her thighs, the curve of her hips and the gentle dip and rise of her well-proportioned breasts drew every eye to her perfect form. Her body flowed in such a way that one could easily see her walking down a fashion runway in a form fitting evening gown. She was gorgeous.

Captivated by the couple Mary wanted to get to know them better. Inviting the Firestones to play tennis with Arthur and her she found that in doubles both couples were on the same competitive level. It soon became a regular involvement. In their singles matches Amanda had a slight edge over Mary. As a doubles team the two women were unbeatable. As their friendship developed quickly, never had Mary felt so close with another woman.

Though Amanda looked years younger Mary was astounded to learn that they we were the same age, 43. To her delight Amanda said the same of her. Tony and Arthur's common interests lay in the fact that they were both engineers. Corey, the Firestone's son and only child, was the same age as Mary and Arthur's son Lee. The two boys became immediate friends and as it turned out both would be going to the same college on baseball scholarships in the fall.

Mary, having always been shy, was coyly flirtatious. Amanda however was a stud magnet. When they were together at the tennis club she was quite expressive in her assessment of good looking men, saying things like, "tight buns, or "nice package," or, "I wonder what he'd be like in the buff." Though Mary was somewhat embarrassed she considered it just talk. Deep down Amanda's sassiness thrilled her.

The bridge group had been set for three years, the same women playing every Thursday. There were two alternates who filled in when some of the regulars couldn't play. Coincidentally both of these women's husbands were transferred and they moved away. Amanda was everyone's choice for alternate. In the same time period one of the girls was diagnosed with a serious illness. During her convalescence Amanda Firestone was invited to fill her spot. It was during the second bridge game in which Amanda played that Mary sensed something she hadn't felt for years. Not since her teenage years had she had such a bosom buddy. All through the games Mary became aware that Amanda's was looking at her as if she were flirting, something that so distracted her that she blew a grand slam. Not only was Mary embarrassed, she experienced what felt like a hot flash. Menopause though was a long way off.

When the rest of the women left, Amanda stayed to help clean up. They were in the kitchen washing the dishes, Amanda was drying. To Mary it just seemed an efficient way to do it when Amanda slipped a cup between her arm and the side of her body and laid it on the counter. But when Amanda leaned into her body and held her position Mary thought, there's something strange about this.

Mary Wilhelm had usually disdained people who pursued unorthodox behavior and when Amanda kept leaning against her she was taken aback. But changes in her attitudes had been building since her daughter Madison had made that comment about her getting old. Though feeling a sense of disquiet it seemed almost surreal to her how soft her new friend's body felt against her back. She wanted to move, to say something but she didn't.

It was puzzling for her, something she didn't expect to go further. As it would happen this moment of indecision would change her life. A shift was occurring that would put Mary Wilhelm and her family into a realm she would never have considered possible. Truly, this would be a paradigm shift, something that could break the mold of her existence. Instead of moving away Amanda pushed her abdomen more forcefully against Mary's bottom. Reaching her other arm around she washed a cup and saucer as if it were normal procedure. Rinsing them she placed them on the drain board, all the while leaning against Mary's body.

Mary was unsure of her own feelings. She loved the closeness of the other woman. At the same time thoughts she had considered bizarre, not to mention inappropriate, were erased by a deep seated yearning to experience the continued pressure of her friend's breasts against her back. When Amanda whispered into her ear, "I love you my friend," Mary's knees turned to Jell-O.

Flashes of all of their get-togethers tripped through her brain, causing her to realize that Amanda had been flirting with her since the moment she walked into the door of the church. What she didn't realize was that in her own shy way she had been flirting back. When she turned and looked at Amanda she became mesmerized by her friend's soft blue eyes. It was as if a flight of butterflies was populating her stomach.

The dominant woman kissed her hostess. With hands still damp with dishwater she pulled Mary's turtleneck out of her slacks. Putting her damp hands on Mary's naked back she smoothed them upward and unsnapped her bra. Soon both women's tops and bras were strewn around their feet. Naked breasts on naked breasts, warm bosoms melted together. Though still unsettled Mary, panting like a thoroughbred in the starting gate, longed for the exhilaration of the race.

Amanda, holding Mary's hands like reins, guided her host back to her bedroom. In front of the bed she undid her submissive hostess's slacks. With her thumbs locked in Mary's panties she peeled them down. Holding Mary's hands she scanned her nude body and murmured in her soft, seductive voice, "I've always wanted to see you naked Mary." In dramatic twirls Amanda undressed in a rendition that emulated the dance of the seven veils. Finally she stood before her friend with nostrils flaring, presenting the complete statue of her near perfect body.

Mary's 34B sized breasts appeared small compared to Amanda's. Her nipples were Spanish peanuts surrounded by demure, light brown oval areolas. Though giving way slightly to gravity they were almost perfectly formed. Amanda's 36C's were full and perky. Her pecan sized nipples were encircled by two inch brown rings that were slightly puckered and pimpled. While Mary's pubic hair was black and bushy, Amanda's was reddish-brown and neatly trimmed to a perfect triangle.

Through pursed lips Amanda emitted: "tsk, tsk," saying, "Let's do something about that thicket Mary. Where are your scissors?"

Feeling self-conscious, naïve and un-groomed Mary replied, "They're in the middle top drawer of the dresser."

In absolute control Amanda retrieved the scissors. She walked into the bathroom and returned with a towel. Smoothing it on the edge of the bed she gently commanded, "Get on the bed dear."

Feeling like a school girl Mary followed Amanda's instructions, sitting down and raising her legs, positioning her feet on the edge of the bed. Amanda spread the cheeks of Mary's bottom and trimmed around her lips and anus then, on her mound, she trimmed a perfect heart. With a bright grin she said, "Arthur's gonna love this," adding, "Let me take a closer look."

Though such scandalous behavior seemed strange to Mary Wilhelm it triggered memories of her high school friend and the fantasies about her that, from time to time, filled Mary with guilt, guilt that had lingered for years. But as Amanda lifted the submissive woman's legs it just seemed to her like something that must be complied with.

With her shoulders Amanda lifted her hostess's legs. As her head disappeared from view, a stunning wave of electricity zapped Mary's vulnerable body. In a rush of astonished embarrassment she realized that the shocks were being caused by Amanda's tongue on her anus, an act that Mary had previously considered disgusting. But when she felt her friend's mouth covering her pussy the disgusting act morphed to wonder. As Amanda's tongue circled her anus Mary closed her eyes and sucked air through a small opening between her lips, feeling a tingling ecstasy that reached all the way to her toes. Though she knew it was wrong she loved what Amanda was doing. But thinking of what the church women would say if they knew she asked, "Isn't this wrong, Amanda?"

Her friend raised her head. With Mary's sexual nectar on her moistened lips she asked, "Does it feel wrong sweetie?"

In panting breaths Mary replied, "Not the way you're doing it but..." She knew that they should stop. But when Amanda pushed her finger deep inside her pussy and pressed her clitoris with her thumb she seethed, "No, no; yes, yes!"

With a confident smile Amanda penetrated Mary's chestnut eyes with her own. "Give it a moment," she said. "You'll be amazed how quickly your mind will chase away what you are now considering wrong. Pretty soon you won't even remember having questioned it." Once again, her mouth covered Mary's pussy, her tongue, like butterfly wings, fluttering in friend's moist and electrified vulva.

Every aspect of Mary's being became larger than life. She felt suspended. Her clitoris felt like it had grown to the size of a giant lima bean. Her pussy tingled. Her asshole was on fire with excitement. Her nipples throbbed and her body pulsed in series of spasms.

She had always thought her husband Arthur was such a good lover. He always brought her to orgasm, at least once. Sometimes it happened twice. But Amanda's expert mouth and tongue brought Mary twice to the most glorious orgasms she had ever experienced, carrying her twice more in rapid succession to a new kind of paradise, each more intense than the last.


Mary awoke to the sound of music on the clock radio. It was 4:30 pm. Still naked, she was tingling between her legs. Amanda was gone. Her friend had put her into state of total relaxation. The tingling between her legs was a lingering ambience that soothed her entire body. She realized that her exciting friend, knowing that she would need to be awakened to begin dinner, had set the alarm.

Dinner that night was fun; Mary was enjoying her family more than usual. Everybody: her husband, her son and her daughter told her that there was a luster in her eyes that they hadn't noticed before. Her son Lee asked, "Were you working out today Mom?"

Yes, she thought, I surely was working out. Her face turned bright red.

"I don't think Lee meant to embarrass you Mary," Arthur said. "You weren't naughty today, were you?" Looking around the table with a leering grin he chuckled at his joke.

Madison added, "Mom naughty? No way." Everyone laughed but Mary, who was trying to quell her embarrassment.

There was nothing wrong with her son's question, nor any of the comments for that matter. But she felt like crawling under the table. Thoughts of how she had been working out, and with whom she had been working out with flooded her with guilt. It was like Lee's eyes were a camera to the event; she had always found them searching. When Arthur joked about her being naughty she felt exposed. Worse, Lee had a look of guilt in his. What can that be about?

Arthur would have never suspected. Being a straightforward engineer he was the kind of a guy who would rarely considered anything out of the ordinary. For some reason Mary thought that Lee's eyes seemed to perceive the whole event. But she realized that since the time of her childhood she rarely thought of anything sexual without feeling guilty. In mind she had many things to feel guilty about.

She couldn't remember a time when she hadn't masturbated. It always seemed natural for her fingers to explore the folds of her vulva, enjoying her slippery surface and spongy tunnel. Originally she didn't remember feeling excitement. It was just curiosity about her body. None-the-less the private part of her anatomy always collected her fingers. In addition she went to great lengths, holding a mirror to see what it looked like. Such was her curiosity and heavy was her guilt.

"Don't touch yourself there Mary," her mother would often say to the little girl. It was not only when she was in the bathtub but sometimes when she was fully dressed. Her mother never explained why she shouldn't; it was a mystery which made the young girl more intent upon feeling herself. Each time she felt her mother's disapproval though she processed guilt which made her feel even more strongly about doing it.

As time went along she found that when she touched the little berry at the top of her cleft it would tingle. When she rubbed it she couldn't keep her legs still. Often she would get all warm inside and shudder until she would become totally relaxed—it was an all-encompassing feeling of relaxation and joy that always totally renewed her. The guilt coupled with it only made each experience a greater adventure, insuring that she would do it again ... and again. When her breasts began to grow she spent hours in front of the mirror. She was a bony girl until her puffies started. Not long after that she started wearing bras. When her hips began filling out she loved her hourglass shape. Her period when it first happened was a surprise though. When she told her mom about it the older woman bought the young girl sanitary pads. She hated them. They made her feel all squishy and nasty.

She wanted tampons but her mother told her that good girls didn't use them. When she asked what that meant her mother went off on a tangent about how her aunt got pregnant when she was in high school. "She quit school," she said, "and never graduated. Years later she went out on her husband ... was so remorseful that she became an alcoholic, finally committing suicide."

Mary never got the connection between a girl using tampons and eventually committing suicide. But her mother's scare tactic worked sufficiently enough that she vowed never to let a boy put his penis inside her until she got married. That didn't stop her from buying tampons on her own though. Not only did the tampons solve her squeamishness about using pads, every time she slid an applicator inside her vagina it made her feel good. From that point on she never dreaded her period like most of her girlfriends did. She felt special. But even in her specialness there was guilt.

Mary's nipples were extremely sensitive during her period, so sensitive that when she played with them it made the sensitivity of her clitoris even more acute. She never let a boy fuck her. But that didn't mean she didn't "fool around." In high school she got the reputation of being a tease, of which she felt kind of proud. It was a kind of pride though that made her feel shameful as well, roiling her with conflicting emotions.

The first time she had a cock inside her (other than in her mouth) was on her wedding night. The experience of being penetrated by such a gigantic thing was at first painful then marvelous. She knew the feeling of her finger inside her pussy, the tampon applicator and, of course, the fingers of boyfriends exploring her. But on their wedding night when Arthur pushed his cock inside her she thought her eyeballs would pop out of her head. She was thrilled. Apart from the feeling of his hardness inside her, her thrilled look was as much for his satisfaction as it was for her own. It ended much too soon though. When his body slumped on hers the hardness that had been thrust inside her pussy shriveled. As she felt his semen oozing down the crack of her bottom she vowed that she would get him hard again. By sucking his cock she did. That was the only foreplay that night. Each time though they fucked a little longer. But that didn't bring her to orgasm. Nor was there any cuddling afterward.

Not once during their early marriage had Arthur's attempts brought her to orgasm. Never had she realize how clueless he was about female erogenous zones. Each time they made love, for his sake, she faked her orgasm, thinking his need to fuck and cum was just typical of all males. It was the same response she had gotten from her boyfriends when she had sucked their cocks. So she just accepted that it was her responsibility to bring herself to orgasm as best she could.

After their first year the ardor of fucking three times a day and twice every night wore off. Mary became quite good at satisfying here own needs, at least physically, while indulging in wild fantasies. It got to the point where she would watch men walking toward her, barely able to keep her eyes above their crotch. The thought of having an affair with another man was out of the question. But in her fantasies many men had her to wild release and satisfaction.

Eventually though Mary and Arthur attended a weekend-long marriage encounter. With guidance she was able to communicate some of her needs. Arthur was flabbergasted when he learned that he wasn't satisfying his wife. The result was a sex counselor who taught him how to rectify the situation. From that point Mary's sex life in her marriage became, in her view, idyllic.

That had nothing to do with Mary's feelings about Lee's guilty eyes though. She'd heard about women having wild thoughts about their sons. When she first heard it the idea was totally repulsive to her. But as her own son grew through his adolescent years she found herself looking at him in ways she knew she shouldn't have. Naturally she was torn by guilt.

Lee started working out with weights in the eighth grade. Before the time he was a senior he had developed a muscular body. He'd never been modest around the house, often parading in nothing but his boxers. While she always scolded him for it in reality she loved seeing the naked skin of his god-like body. And during these times her mind filled with thoughts which always brought feelings that certainly weren't appropriate.

By the time he was a senior Lee's body had become beautiful, causing even more vivid images to fill his mother's mind. She would visualize him bare ass naked, complete with an erection. Trying to make the images go away she prayed about them. That would make her feel better until the next time she savored the image. I'm such a hypocrite she would often think.

That day at bridge when she knew Amanda had been flirting with her she had answered in a kind rationalizing way, it's only a harmless flirtation, which it was until the day both women were frolicking naked on the bed. At the family dinner table that night she knew she was guilty and was doing her best to act as if she was not.

To Arthur's joke she said, "And what possibly could I have been doing that would have been naughty?"

Lee said, "Cheating at bridge?" Everybody laughed. Mary laughed too. But her laughter cut to the core of her body when she thought of another painful secret.


One Saturday morning about 10:30—it was just before his graduation from high school. As she was walking past Lee's room the door was open a crack. She heard what sounded like painful moans coming from the inside. Thinking he might have hurt himself while playing baseball she raised her hand to push his door a little further open. Through the crack she caught his reflection in the mirrored closet doors at the foot of his bed.

Completely naked her son was on his back. In his left hand was a girlie magazine which he was holding up above his face. His right hand, wrapped around a substantial erection, was stroking his magnificently swollen cock. It was like he was pumping up a bicycle tire. His moans of pleasure reminded her of her own when she had done the same thing to herself. Fully understanding she was spellbound. She knew though that she was acting like a disgusting voyeur.

Mary's fantasies for her son hadn't prepared her for what she was seeing; Lee was much bigger than Arthur. And from the length of time he masturbated without ejaculating it was apparent that he could last much longer than her husband. She knew she shouldn't have been invading his privacy like that but she was riveted. Her years with his father led her to believe it would be over quickly but he kept stroking and moaning, moaning and stroking—it seemed like a full ten minutes. Finally he gritted his teeth and sucked in his breath with a spitty hiss.

The sight of her son's ejaculation was beautiful. His sperm gushed like a string of tiny pearls in a long arc, laying a creamy line from his abdomen to his chest. Still pumping he grunted. A smaller arc spurted on his stomach and pooled in his navel. Continuing, white droplets from the sperm on his cock, added to by mini spurts, spattered on his belly and chest. His legs opened and closed as he flailed, grunted and moaned. Milky seed flowed over the shiny purple head of his penis. Still not finished he stroked more until his silent pumping turned to the slurppy sounds of his hand sliding over his softening cock through his semen. Fighting an almost uncontrollable urge to go in and taste her son's sperm Mary was shamed but thrilled. I'm so depraved! Quietly she backed away from the door and stole to her room. When she closed the door she leaned against it and gasped for breath. She blushed both in excitement and revulsion. It was terrible she thought. And, as she lay on the bed masturbating, it was wonderful!


In dread she sat through the rest of the meal asking herself, what kind of mother would think this way about her son? Worse, as she sat there she realized her panties were soaked with her excitement. She was afraid to get up; afraid her sexual stimulation had wicked into her slacks which, when she stood, would be discovered by her entire family.

Wishing they were still cuddling in bed she asked herself, what would Amanda do? Maybe Amanda Firestone would understand, she was a renaissance woman who had a son the same age as Lee. Might she possibly be doing anything with him? ­she asked herself then answered, No.

The two boys were best friends. She wondered if they ever talked about their mothers. She doubted they would talk about her. But Amanda? Amanda was a stud magnet. Maybe, she thought, Lee senses Amanda's sexuality. Can I talk about this with Amanda? Probably not. She would think I'm a pervert.

Getting up from the table Mary relieved that there was no wet spot showing in her crotch. "I'm going to take a bath," she announced.


In the tub she leaned back and let the hot water ease the depths of her tension. Closing her eyes she thought of Amanda's eyes looking at her across the bridge table. She knew her own eyes were sending Morse code that gave Amanda permission to act. How many times had we looked at each other that way since we've met? She thought about how skillfully Amanda seduced her and wondered how many other's there might have been. She thought of Lee's eyes, how they seemed to be looking beyond hers at the dinner table. Reliving the picture of his swollen cock she wondered had he seen me looking at him that day?

Self-pleasure was second nature to her. As she savored the memory of her son shooting jizz all over himself in his room that day she slid two fingers inside her pussy. Pushing in one more she tried to imagine what it would be like to have her muscular son fucking her with his substantial member.


The following week Amanda hosted the bridge group. That morning she called Mary and said, "Will you help me clean up after the girls leave?"

Mary had anticipated that she would ask. Her response was playful, "Of course Amanda. Do you have anything special planned?"

"Everything between us is special sweetie. It would be nice if you wore something loose fitting, maybe an A-line skirt and a blouse with buttons. Do you have one that will show a little cleavage?"

"The girls usually wear slacks," Mary advised, "Unless, of course, they are going someplace special afterward."

"What the other girls wear shouldn't be important to us Mary, Amanda replied. "Just so you know I'm dressing special for you." When she hung up the phone Mary felt wicked. Every time she talked with Amanda, whether on the phone or in person, she felt sexier.

Sitting on the couch in the family room she dwelt on what "special" could mean. Having been intimate with Amanda only once, she pictured her naked body: her long legs, her full, luscious breasts, her soft lips and her well defined pussy which was so artfully highlighted by her neatly trimmed pubic hair. In Mary's mind Amanda's blue/violet eyes were riveting her. Having not dressed for the day as yet she was wearing a robe over her nightgown. Absently, as she wondered what the day would bring, trying to guess what Amanda would be wearing during bridge, her fingers toyed with her pussy.

As far back as she could remember she had explored her own body. At first it was just curiosity. As she grew from a toddler it was idle play. She loved the texture of what belonged only to her. It wasn't until her mother read her the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves that it took on a more forbidden aspect.

Prior to that, when her fingers explored, it was just a matter of what was on the surface: the puffiness of her large lips, the flimsy petals of her labia, the bump where her lips came together. In their travels through her crease though her fingers bumped over the hole, which to her was a mysterious place. She was afraid to open it, afraid that if she did her insides might drop out.

It was the story of Ali Baba discovering Sesame (the cave of forty thieves) when the inside of her vagina became such a subject of great curiosity. As she became more daring in her exploration she imagined her finger to be Ali Baba. The hole in her "thingy" was the opening for Ali Baba to explore.

Just as when Ali said "Open Sesame" to the door of the cave Mary, with her finger pressing against her hole said, "Open Sesame," finding the courage to push her middle finger inside her own "Sesame." The feeling Ali Baba gave her was marvelous. She had discovered in her own body a truly magical place; a place that when opened filled her with magical pleasure.

When her puffies began to sprout those mystical cones became mountains that guarded the cave. In her play each time Ali Baba entered Sesame the mountaintops (her nipples) became alive. Sometimes when she tickled the mountaintops waves of pleasure encouraged Ali to hasten to Sesame. And, in those times, the parties with the thieves became more joyous and the cave grew incredibly moist and spongy.

With a handheld mirror she would often examine Ali Baba's domain. Spreading her lips she would scrutinize the wet pinkness of her vulva. To her it was like a beautiful flower, her labia their petal, her clitoris its pistil. When she saw bees pollinating flowers she wondered what it would be like to have little things doing the same thing to hers. She thought the forty thieves should do it. Once, she ate the petal of a flower, found it tasty and wished she could bend down far enough to taste her own flower. Instead, she regularly moistened her finger with the magic sesame juice and sucked it off when it got good and wet.

More than once the thought occurred to her that, had she been able to, she would have kissed and licked herself. Having tasted herself on her finger she wondered if another girl would taste the same, as good or better. But no matter how much pleasure Sesame and Ali Baba provided the aftermath always brought with it guilt—until Amanda.

During bridge that day her eyes followed Amanda. It was apparent that under her designer Tee she wore no bra. Sometimes when their eyes met Amanda's nipples seemed to become harder, prominent almonds plumping the fabric of her shirt. Anticipating their frolic after the game Mary became so wet between her legs that she felt like she was going to slide off her chair.

Just like after the game at her house the previous week the two women cleaned up together. Mary was washing dishes while Amanda dried. Amanda slid her left arm under hers and fondled her breast. At the same time she lifted the hem of her A-line skirt and caressed the inside of her left thigh. Electrified by one of Amanda's hands on her breast and the other so near her pussy, Mary spread her quavering legs.

"My God Mary Wilhelm," Amanda said with a giggle, "Your panties are soaking wet! You're such an incredibly delicious woman." Turning Mary's body away from the sink she unbuttoned and removed her blouse. While she undid Mary's bra her lips melted into Mary's. Breaking the kiss she pulled her Tee over her head, exposing her own sumptuous breasts.

Unfastening the waist of her skirt Amanda wiggled her hips and dropped the flimsy garment to the floor, then kicked off her open toed wedgies. She had come to the bridge party completely naked underneath. As the fleshy pillows of her lips encompassed her quarry's naked breasts Amanda cooed. It was a satisfied moan that melded with the sibilance of Mary's whistling nostrils.

In slow motion, like in a dream, two mouths opened wide, exuding the humid warmth of their dark oral cavities. One velvet tongue slipped under the pussy-like underside of the other, swirling to capture its passionate treasures. The naked skin of their torsos touched, creating tiny explosions within each body.

Mary's smaller, fibrous breasts were covered by the soft flesh of Amanda's larger ones. Her hardened nipples sank into Amanda's, causing the larger ones to form around hers. It was like two breast-borne cocks fucking soft, cunt-like dimples. Amanda's nipples, like giant almonds, grew and hardened until the larger nipples finally overpowered Mary's diminutive kernels.

While she was growing up it had never occurred to Mary how natural it was for girls to bond with girls. There were no constrictions on girls dancing together or holding hands while walking and talking. When girls went to the restroom they often went together. But as far as sex was concerned it seemed to be an unwritten law that it was reserved for male/female relationships. Even the suggestion of something different among the girls would be met with giggles, disdain or embarrassment.

When Amanda pushed her finger inside her friend's pussy its dripping walls grasped it. Mary followed Amanda's lead. Two fingers were answered with two fingers. Like a Valentine cartoon the two women bent at the waist, their knees flexing as they kissed. Unlike the cartoon though, their hands reached into the moistened Promised Land, their fingers driving in and out of each other's pussies, their passionate ministrations producing the delicious sounds of "futch, futch, futch."

Amanda made no pretense of what she was expecting. Pulling Mary to the kitchen table she placed her hands on the flat surface and raised her body 'til she was sitting on the edge. "Sit down, Mary," she said, "and eat me." Mary pulled the chair behind her and sat down. Amanda lifted her legs, placing her calves on her friend's shoulders.

As Mary looked at her friend's luscious clam she remembered Arthur saying when he was eating New Zealand Mussels, "Look Mary, these look just like little pussies." When she placed her thumbs on Amanda's puffy lips and opened her labia it looked just like a mussel, lips ginger pink. Her clitoris was prominent. Between her folds there was a pool of succulent juice, just like a mussel in its shell.

With an alluring smile Amanda said, "Enjoy me Mary." She wiggled her well-toned back on the table. "I'll eat yours too."

Mary's eyes scanned the landscape, neatly trimmed auburn curls on a full mound and the gravity flattened pooch of a mature stomach which rose in a graceful slope to a defined rib cage. Beyond, substantial breasts topped with large, almond nipples flattened slightly and canted to the side, creating a valley that showed her lover's chin and the flaring nostrils of her button nose.

The exotic smell rising from the pink sheen of Amanda's folds caused shivers to course up and down Mary's spine. And just before her lips touched her friend's glistening "Sesame" guilty thoughts leaped through her mind. She wondered what the prayer meeting girls would think if they were to come into this kitchen. What would Arthur think? And Lee, what would he think about his mother going down on another woman? Would Madison think her mom is a pervert?

As her mouth covered Amanda's entire vulva Mary's mind recaptured the image of her son's spurting cock. With guilty pleasure she realized that the surface of the chair beneath her naked ass was awash with the essence of her pussy. Leaning forward, tasting the wonder of her new friend's sex, her bottom slid in the seep of her own honey. As her tongue licked and flicked her clitoris demanded attention. Reaching down she began rubbing.

In her passion Amanda clamped her legs over Mary's head blocking out all sound. When she opened them the noise of Amanda's shrieks, moans and screams filled the ears of her cunnilingual friend, only to close them in another leg-clasp, again blocking out all sound.

When Mary looked up she could see Amanda's chin waggling in the valley of her breasts. As the impassioned woman lifted her head she gazed into Mary's eyes, her lips forming small ovals which mouthed, "Yes, Mary, yes, yes, Yes!"

Remembering how Amanda's tongue had felt on her rosette when she had ravished it the previous week Mary raised the shuddering woman's legs and tasted the musk of her puckering asshole. Twitching, Amanda gasped, "Yes, yes Mary, Fucking yes. Do my asshole!"

Trying to conquer her guilt Mary knew she was being nasty and wicked. "Asshole" was not a word proper women used. But in selfish defiance she relished it. Her fingers alternated, rubbing her clitoris and digging at the walls of her own cunt. Her body wriggled like an excited eel. Eating like a starving kitten lapping milk Mary denied herself breath until she could no longer wait to come up for air. Her mouth on Amanda's pussy made nasty, but beautiful sloppy slurps, bringing the exciting woman on the table to the verge of another explosion.

Once again the vise of Amanda's thighs clamped shut and there was only white noise. Her legs stiffened when she quaked, her feet flopping at the ankles. Mary couldn't hear her orgasm but could feel it. It demanded a response. With one final push on her own clitoris she shuddered, her arms flailed and she grasped for something, she didn't know what. As her bottom slipped in her secretions she suddenly realized that her mouth was being fucked by Amanda's big toe.

"Oh, my God Mary," Amanda said, "I'm so fucking glad I discovered you." Her toe left Mary's lips with a pop and like a sated kitten she curled up on the table and purred, "Mmmmmm, this is heaven." She lay like that for a few minutes before sitting up. Sliding off the table she took Mary's hand and pulled her to her feet. Looking down at the wet chair she said, "Jesus, Mary, are you sure you're not dehydrated?"

Wrapping Mary in her arms Amanda hugged her tight and rocked her silently before taking her hands and leading her back to hers and Tony's bedroom.


"It's four-thirty Mary," Amanda said, awaking Mary with a start. "I have to start working on dinner, sweetie."

Just like the last time she had lost track of time. They had started cleaning up in the kitchen at 2:30. When they pulled back the covers and got into bed it was 3:42. There the two women kissed and fucked each other with their fingers then cuddled and snuggled. Amanda ate Mary's pussy, licked her asshole and sucked her toes. Mary did the same to Amanda.

Early in their marriage Mary had tried going sixty-nine with Arthur. Eating pussy wasn't a turn-on for him though and they didn't do it again. With Amanda however, sixty-nine was shared heaven. While eating each other both women had orgasm after orgasm. Kissing with the juice of their pussies on their lips Mary found to be incredibly exotic. And Amanda was such a desirable woman. The whole involvement was the most humanly confirming thing she had yet experienced.

While cuddling they shared secrets. Prior to their marriage Arthur seemed so exciting, so sexual. As a husband he was an incredible family man and a great provider. Sexually though he had been a disappointment. After numerous sessions with a sex therapist Mary began having orgasms which, when caused by someone other than herself she found heavenly.

Amanda's husband Tony was sexually exciting. They had met at a nudist camp, after having both graduated from college. Both were sexually adventurous and had tried just about everything. "I've been making love to women since I was fourteen," she said to Mary. "My aunt got me started."

The secret Mary held within herself since she saw Lee masturbating that day had been kept strictly to herself, until Amanda. Sharing sex with such an adventurous woman opened her eyes to the possibilities of different sexual expressions. It made the secret more pressing. Finally reaching the point where, if she didn't confide in someone she trusted she would explode, Mary was ready to tell secrets to Amanda. Their heads were resting on their pillows, their noses almost touching when Mary, with a guilt-tinged voice said, "I have a secret to tell you Amanda." Amanda's eyebrows arched. "I watched Lee masturbate."

"When," Amanda asked.

Covering her face she said, "Earlier this summer."

"Did you do it on purpose," she asked, "or was it an accident?"

"An accident Amanda," Mary said.

"Then I wouldn't let it bother me Mary. Accidents happen; no harm no foul."

"But I feel so terribly guilty about it Amanda."

"Why?"

"I'm ashamed to tell you."

Amanda's eyes searched Mary's. "Oh," she said, reaching her hands from under the sheet and caressing her friend's cheek with her fingertips, "you saw the whole performance?"

"I couldn't help myself. He was so muscular, so..."

"Hard?" Amanda questioned.

"Yes," she answered. "And..."

"Big?" Amanda filled in the word.

"Yes."

"Yes," Amanda agreed, as if she too had seen it too.

"Arthur has a rather short fuse," Mary said. "But Lee kept stroking." She was reliving the whole experience. "It seemed like he would never stop." She paused. "And when he ejaculated he..."

"Shot long streams; many times?"

"Yes. How do you know Amanda?"

"Hehe," she giggled, "It's just youthful virility sweetie"

"You seem to know so many things Amanda."

Guilt clouded Mary's voice again when she said, "I was a voyeur Amanda; and worse..."

Her friend queried, "What could make it worse?"

"I had this almost uncontrollable urge to go into his room and get into bed with him."

After kissing her friend's forehead, the tip of her nose then her lips Amanda made a space between their bodies and looked deeply into her friend's eyes. "Mary, Mary. Don't you know that the most natural thing in the world for a woman to fantasize about is having sex with her son?"

"But I wanted to suck him Amanda. It was like I could feel his hard penis in my mouth. Don't you think I'm terrible?"

"You're being much too hard on yourself honey. I've often felt the same way about Corey (her son). Sometimes I think it's primal." She grinned and said, "And Lee's such a hunk. Any woman would love to have him in bed with her."

As she drove home Mary felt much better. The afternoon had been such a sensual adventure. And after telling her secret and having it taken so matter-of-factly she felt like her guilt had been washed away. I'm so fortunate to have Amanda Firestone as my friend.

Pulling into the driveway of her house she saw Lee shooting baskets against the garage. For some reason she remembered his puzzling demeanor at dinner after that first day with Amanda. Amanda's words echoed in her ears, "Tony and I were always more sexually adventurous than most couples," and she thought, Is it possible that she and Corey are getting it on ... and what could Lee possible have to do with any of it anyhow?

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