Chapter 14

It was nine fifteen when Tracy hung up the phone, her conversation with Steve confirming what she had hoped; mom had been royally fucked. If she knew Steve, his cock was back in mom's pussy right now. Tracy had to smile, her plan was working perfectly, and it was all so easy; all you had to do is understand human nature. She had learned quite a bit about people in the past several weeks. Maybe she would become a sex therapist she thought only half in humor.

"Hey Tracy, we are going to listen to some music before we start the movie," Sandy said to Tracy as she walked back into the family room.

"I will be there in a minute, let me get a coke."

Tracy had not lied to Steve when she told him that she was going to stay with Sandy. Sandy was having several girls over for a little party and some of them were staying the night. It was almost a tradition during the summer; someone was always having a sleep over.

It was amazing how much Tracy had changed in the past several weeks. These sleep overs seemed so immature to her now. She looked around the room and saw her friends giggling and talking about boys. If they only knew that she had just arranged for her mom to get fucked by her own boyfriend... Tracy had a very different perspective now.

Tracy walked quickly through the group of girl's lying on the floor as she headed to the kitchen.

Wendy Tyler, Sandy's mom, was sitting at the kitchen table having a strong drink. Wendy was depressed; she was going to be forty in several weeks and she was feeling the mid-life blues. She was a divorced mother of three, Sandy 15, Blake 14, and Jenny 10. She wasn't sad that she was divorced. Fred, her ex, had been an abusive alcoholic slob and she was only too glad to get rid of him. The fact was that Sandy was lonely. She had dated rarely during the past six years since the break up. None of her relationships seemed to work out. She was feeling that it was her fault; maybe if she had been a better wife, a better mom, everything would be different somehow.

It wasn't that Wendy was unattractive; on the contrary, she was still built very well and had a pretty face with only the slightest hint of wrinkles around her eyes. All right, maybe she could lose a few pounds but at 5' 7" and 135, she was not even close to being fat. Her breasts were quite large and had only just started to sag a bit, but they still looked great in a swimsuit or tight sweater. Her ass was her best asset; it was very well proportioned to her waist and caused her to get wolf whistles when she wore tight shorts or slacks. Still the mind does strange things as one ages and Wendy's self esteem was at a low point in her life.

Tracy walked into the kitchen and saw Wendy sitting at the table alone.

"Hi Aunt Wendy," Tracy said. Tracy had called Wendy aunt since she was six years old.

"Hi Tracy," Wendy said, smiling at Tracy in spite of her mood.

"How come you're home and not out on some hot date?" Tracy said, even though she knew Wendy wouldn't be out on a Tuesday night.

"I guess I must have missed the call from Brad Pitt!" Wendy said sarcastically.

Tracy saw right away that Wendy wasn't her normal bubbly self. "What's wrong Aunt Wendy?"

"Oh nothing, I guess I'm just a little depressed at turning the big 'four-o'. I am feeling pretty old right now."

"You're not old; I think you just need a man Ms. Tyler," Tracy said and sat down next to her.

"Not if they are like the one I got rid of!"

"Yea, you are right about that," Tracy said, and then added with a giggle, "maybe a woman would be better."

"Okay, I'll go down to the 'Pink Flamingo' and pick up a dyke," Wendy responded, rolling her eyes.

"Aunt Wendy, you know that most women that like other women are not hardened dykes," Tracy said in a more serious tone.

"And how would you know that?" Wendy asked with raised eyebrows. The fact was that Wendy did find some women attractive but she always suppressed the feeling, fearing that people would think she was 'that way'.

Tracy hesitated, trying to gage how far she should go in this direction. The truth was that she found Wendy a very attractive woman. On more than one occasion she had found herself watching her, admiring her large breasts and shapely ass.

What the hell she thought, I'll just go for it. "There are a lot of women that enjoy the tender touch and sensitive nature of another female," Tracy said, looking directly into Wendy's eyes and reaching over to lay her hand on top of hers. "It isn't unnatural to like that and you certainly don't have to be a dyke-whatever that means."

Wendy took a big swallow from her drink. "When did you get so liberal Ms. Wilson?"

"Aunt Wendy, we have always been honest with one another. If fact I have always thought of you as a big sister. Do you remember that conversation that we had a few months ago about whether the size of a man's equipment mattered?" Tracy said with a giggle.

"Do I-I still can't believe that we said all those things. It must have been the fact that I had one too many vodka and tonics."

Tracy stood up and pulled on Wendy's hand. "Let's go out on the porch and get some fresh air." She pulled Wendy out of the house to the old porch swing. It was a comfortable swing, built for two people. The old rusted chains holding it to the porch roof squealed with every move. Wendy wasn't handy around the house so some things just did not get repaired.

The porch overlooked a nature reserve giving the feeling they were much further from the city then they actually were.

Tracy and Wendy sat silently, deep in their own thoughts. They listened to the crickets and watched the mating ritual of the fireflies.

"You know that fireflies live to mate and then they die," Tracy said.

"Is that supposed to cheer me up-you meet, you fuck and you die," Wendy said laughing, just a little embarrassed at her language.

"It is meant to say that life is too short and we shouldn't waste a minute of it," Tracy said seriously.

The ladies fell silent again, the squeaking of the old swing and the noise of the outdoors surrounding them.

Tracy held Wendy's hand tight. She took a deep breath and said, "You know I used to think something was wrong with me because when I would see an attractive woman, I would feel something deep inside. It was different than when I would see a hot guy. It is that little undefined something that makes your breath quicken and your heart beat a little faster."

Wendy's head moved up and down, almost imperceptibly, Tracy's comment striking a cord within her. She hadn't realized that any "normal" woman could feel that way.

Tracy looked over at Wendy and took a deep then said, "I have often felt that way about you Aunt Wendy. You know that you don't have to be a lesbian to like to look at or even make love to another woman," Tracy said, squeezing her hand with meaning.

Wendy looked back at Tracy in surprise.

"Men are so different," Tracy continued, "they can be such bastards but they are not all the same. It just seems that half the time they don't understand what a woman needs. But a woman can always tell, it's their nature."

Wendy found her voice and spoke. "I agree with the bastard part; Fred fit that profile," Wendy said feeling tears start to fill her eyes as she remembered the abuse she had taken.

Tracy reached over and turned Wendy's tear streaked face toward her. "Not all men are like that. I know my daddy would never treat a woman the way you have been treated. You just need someone special in your life right now."

The creaking of the swing had stopped. The noise of the summer night grew loud in Windy's ears. She took Tracy's hand and kissed the palm tenderly, then brought it to her cheek. Tracy brought her other hand to Wendy's cheek and pulled her face toward her. Wendy did not resist.

At the moment that their lips touched, a flash of heat lightening lit up the night sky. Neither woman saw the flash; their lips were making their own sparks.

Wendy's mind was in total turmoil as she felt her young friend begin to kiss her lips. She wanted to resist, to pull away and run into the house, yet it felt so good. It had been so long since she had been kissed with passion. She couldn't resist when she felt Tracy's tongue push on her closed lips; she opened her mouth to let it inside. It was so strange to have a soft pair of lips on hers, so unlike a man. Without even thinking she began to suck on Tracy's tongue, their lips pressed tightly together.

Tracy felt her pussy quiver and begin to leak pussy juice onto the back of her thin summer dress. A few weeks ago she would never had the nerve to be so aggressive. By not now... from now on she would take what she wanted. She wanted this beautiful and sexy lady.

Wendy tensed but did not pull away when she felt Tracy's hand brush her breast. It could have been accidental she thought. Suddenly, she felt Tracy's hand cup her breast, squeezing and lifting it as if to test it's weight. An involuntary moan came from her throat as she felt Tracy's thumb rub across the sensitive nipple. Wendy's passion was rising rapidly as she allowed this teenager to play with her breast through her dress.

Both women were breathing hard by the time Wendy pulled away. She held Tracy at arm's length as she tried desperately to catch her breath.

"Hey Tracy," Sandy called from the door, "are you going to watch the movie with us?"

Without turning away from Wendy's large brown eyes, she said, "I'll be there in a minute. She looked into Wendy's tear filled eyes and said "Come and watch the movie with us."

"You girls don't want me in there," she answered, still trying to catch her breath.

"I do," Tracy said, pulling her to her feet then putting her arm around her waist and leading her toward the house. Just as they reached the door, Tracy let her hand slip down to Wendy's ass to squeeze one cheek. She heard Wendy's sharp intake of breath.

The movie was already playing and the lights were out when Tracy led Wendy to the sofa. There were six or seven teenage girls lounging around the room on pillows or sleeping bags. Tracy and Wendy sat on the sofa behind the gang of girl, without much notice. Tracy snuggled up next to Wendy and picked up her arm and draped it across her shoulder.

At this point, the movie didn't much interest Wendy or Tracy. Tracy's most immediate concern was whether or not the spell she had cast on Wendy was broken.

Wendy could feel her heart beating in her chest. She was trying to take deep, even breaths in an attempt to calm down. It was a task made more difficult when she felt the warmth of Tracy's face as it pressed into the side of one breast. She knew that she should put a stop to this nonsense, yet her excitement at having some attention paid to her after so long was overriding her good judgement.

Tracy let one hand casually drop to Wendy's bare thigh, just below the hem of her short flowered dress. She could feel the older woman's intake of breath as she slowly rubbed her fingers across the soft skin of her thigh. Tracy knew that if Wendy stopped her now that it would be over. When Wendy made no move to stop her, Tracy got boulder, sliding her hand up until it disappeared under the hem of her dress.

Wendy's lustful needs were taking control of her body. She couldn't believe that she was allowing this teenager's hand to slide under her dress. She kept her eyes on the TV, afraid to look down. She could feel her panties becoming wet with her juices. God, it had been so long, so long since anyone had paid attention to her. So long since anyone had made her feel like a desirable woman.

Wendy was disappointed momentarily when Tracy got up from the sofa. Then she saw her pick up an afghan from a chair and spread it over their laps. Wendy let Tracy snuggle up next to her again.

When Tracy's hand went back to Wendy's thigh, it seemed to be opened a little wider then before. This time Tracy gradually pushed Wendy's dress up until it was at the tops of her thighs. Now there was no mistaking what her hand was doing; her fingers were massaging Wendy's thighs without reservation. She hesitated going higher until she felt Wendy's legs open even further. She smiled to herself and moved her fingers up until they were almost touching her panties.

Wendy's breathing was labored now, her breasts beginning to move up and down noticeably with each breath. What was she letting this young girl do to her she thought? Her sense of right and wrong was in constant battle; her mature side telling her to stop this now, her long neglected libido was telling her that she had waited far too long for pleasure.

Tracy felt Wendy jump when her fingers touched the seam of her panties where the leg band met her thigh. She slowly ran the little finger of her hand up and down, feeling some stray pubic hair that had escaped the elastic leg band. Tracy was surprised when her knuckles touched the gusset of Wendy's panties and found it bulging with her soft pubic hair. She had almost forgotten that women had pussy hair; Wendy apparently had plenty.

Wendy suppressed a moan when she felt Tracy's fingers run down the center of her panties, pushing the cotton material between her now very wet pussy lips. She couldn't control the involuntary movement of her hips as she pressed her groin into Tracy's searching fingers.

It was Tracy's turn to gasp when she felt how wet the crotch of Wendy's panties were now. Her fingers pushed on the sopping material that covered her pussy, forcing it into her hole. When Tracy felt Wendy's thighs open in total surrender, she knew that she would not resist her now. She turned toward the older woman and saw that her head was back on the sofa and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open, searching for enough oxygen for her pounding heart.

"God, you are so wet," she whispered into Wendy's ear as her hand moved freely between her thighs. "I am going to finger fuck your pussy now Ms. Tyler," Tracy said, teasing the older woman with her words. She felt Wendy shudder in excitement.

Tracy placed her fingers under the cotton leg band and pulled it to the side, freeing Wendy's hairy pussy for her fingers. She used her fingers to gently open the lips. Then the tips of her fingers rubbed the swollen inner lips all the way to her clit. She circled the hole, avoiding pushing in as she teased the older woman to distraction.