Dad walked out the day I turned eighteen, saying we didn't need him around any more. Mom didn't look sorry to see him go. In fact, she practically started aging in reverse from that moment forward. Her formerly chunky body becoming sleek and silky at the new women-only health club she joined. I couldn't understand why, three years later, she still hadn't started to date.

"The answer's staring you right in the face, Tricia," said my best friend Jennifer, who was waiting with me for my Mom one afternoon outside the doors of the health club.

"Oh, she doesn't have anything going on with anyone in there," I told her confidently. "There are no men allowed, not even on the staff." Jennifer just gave me a sad little laugh.

"What's a best friend for if not to tell you the hard stuff? Tricia, your mother is a lesbian! She's been having an affair with her exercise trainer for at least six months!"

At that moment, my Mom emerged from the club, a pink glow pleasantly colouring her cheeks. I stole glances at the way that pink drifted down into the neck of her deep-cut leotard top, and I had to admit that it looked an awful lot like the way my skin flushed when I had an orgasm. As soon as I got Mom home alone, I confronted her with what Jennifer had said.

"How could you, Mother?" I asked her. "The whole town is talking."

Mom shrugged. "Let 'em talk. I'm old enough to figure out how to live my own life, young lady."

"Mom, you can't be serious," I sputtered.

"Why not?"

"I have to live in this town too! What's so great about licking another woman's muff that you have to do it in a public place with every toffee-nosed rich bitch in town standing around taking notes?"

My mother got a faraway look on her face. "If that's a serious question, I'll be happy to show you. If it's just an insult, I'll thank you to shut up."

Was I going deaf, or had my own mother just offered to initiate me into the lesbian lifestyle? Before I could utter another word, I found myself in a warm perfume and sweat-scented embrace with my mom, her wet lower lip trembling against my mouth.

After a brief pause, she used her tongue to gently part my lips and slipped it back behind my teeth. Her kisses were a thousand times sweeter than the ones I'd gotten from my boyfriends.

"It's the best kind of sex, Tricia," my mother was saying. "I wish I'd discovered it when I was your age. You don't have to worry about birth control or getting married or anything like that. The only thing that matters is how much pleasure you can share with the other woman."

My mother was undressing me with her mouth, her teeth tugging on the elastic waistband of my shorts to drag them down my thighs. I submitted, quivering from a sudden chill that shot up and down my spine. When the crotch of my panties came into view, we could both see the sticky cream that had accumulated there against my will.

"You seem excited by the idea," my mother commented as she knelt to kiss the bulge of my erect clitoris.

"Ohhhhh, yes," I sighed.

None of my boyfriends were any good when it came to eating me out. But who would have believed that my first decent tongue job would come from my own mother?

My eyes closed into tight slits and then flew open as I trembled in orgasm against my Mom's face. When I happened to look out beyond my mother's bobbing head toward the curtains, I noticed a figure I recognized. It was Jennifer. She must have known what would happen.

I didn't waste time grabbing my clothes. Naked below the waist, I ran outside and collared my sheepish-looking best friend. "You bitch!" I said.

My Mom appeared at the door, a sexy smile on her face. "It's OK," she said. "Jennifer can play too, if she likes."

Jennifer didn't mean to smile, but she couldn't help herself. This town was practically turning into the fucking lesbian nation! Well, I couldn't say that I really objected, what with getting my first decent suck job and now my first threeway of any kind. I could hardly wait to get my best friend into the house and onto a mattress.

Mom struggled to make the most of us. No matter how the three of us arranged ourselves, she always seemed to be in the middle. Sometimes I was sucking Mom's cunt and sometimes I was sucking Jennifer's, but somebody was always sucking me. I was surprised at how well it all worked out.

If you'd had two guys trying to share my mother, they'd probably spend the whole time one-upping each other. With three women, however, the scene was pleasure, pure pleasure. I drank cunt cream until it was running down my hot little chin. Dad would be shocked at how little Mom does need him, or any man, to keep her sexually fulfilled!