Chapter 2

The goodnight kiss in the car became a very long one, and it was obvious that the two lovebirds had no intention of ending it quickly. The house was in almost complete darkness with only a small TV light above the color set, and I guess Anne thought I was asleep, and so there was no reason for her to come in. Especially as things out there seemed to get better all the time. I couldn't tell exactly when her date took out his cock, but all at once he changed positions and at the same time Anne leaned forward over him as if looking down at his crotch. I saw her shoulder move in a slow, pumping rhythm and I realized that she was jacking him off. I could picture her long slender fingers around his prick, her hand moving up and down, and I felt my juices dampening my thighs under the nightshirt. Straining to see more, I squeezed both my big, slightly pendulous tits, imagining that my hands were filled with the guy's thick hard cock. The action was still pretty heavy, and I swear I saw the little car rock. I was a bit surprised that Anne was letting things go so far. As far as I knew, she met no one serious since she came home, and this was her very first date with this character. It was obvious that they hit it off well, or maybe she got too used to steady sex with Frank, and just needed a recharge. Then they were kissing again and I had enough. Not being able to really see was frustrating, and I gave up. My mind was in turmoil as I sat on the couch, staring at the TV screen, not really seeing anything. I knew that I was drunk but not totally wasted and giggled when thought of the action in the car. Yep, she was my daughter all right. Hot as a firecracker and almost as loud. I heard her scream and moan and wandered what to do... and decided not to do anything. What was there to do? Anne was an adult... it was her life. Besides, if I was honest with myself the predominant emotion I felt was envy... and lust. I had not seen very much, but the idea of my daughter making out out there made my pussy cream... I heard her come in, heard her hesitate inside the door, and than she noticed the light above the TV. She seemed flustered as she came down.

"Oh... you are still up. I thought you went to bed ages ago."

She was enunciating the words very carefully and looking up at her I realized that she was in worse shape than I was. Her hair was mussed, she wore little lipstick and than my eyes focused on the garment crumpled in her hand. At least she didn't leave her bra in the car. The thought of her big tits naked under her top sent a jolt through me, but my voice was steady enough as I shook my head.

"You know better than that hon... Could never go to sleep when you were out on a late date." She shrugged and smiled, coming closer. She was moving very carefully, trying hard to keep her balance.

"I know. But that was years ago... I am a big girl now mom... you can't worry about me forever you know."

"Of course I can. That's what mothers are for. To worry about their kids. And there is not much I can do about it."

She bent to hug me and as her lips brushed against my face I could smell the wine on her breath. Then she pecked me on the lips and giggled.

"Hmmm... and I felt guilty for having too much. What was it, brandy?"

"Yes, and you are not having any. And from the whiff of you, you had quite enough."

"Oh oh... I am in trouble. Did you peek at us like you used to?"

"Not peeked... checked. Yes, I saw the two of you out in the car..."

"Good. Then you know that nothing much happened... that is a very tiny car."

She stepped back as I pulled my face a little aside, and she must have seen the confusion in my eyes. I was not stone sober but there was nothing wrong with my sense of smell. I tried to place the scent on her skin... It was not her perfume...

"Good thing too... I thought you were going to shake it apart..."

"Oooohh mom... you do have a nasty mind. We just kissed good night that's all..."

"Yeah, right. I think he is wearing your lipstick on his c... everywhere. And you didn't have time to button up hon..."

I was grinning as I said this to soften the words, and she laughed back at me.

"You are funny you know. You were going to say cock, weren't you?"

"Never. I don't talk dirty in front of my kids. And you should be ashamed of yourself for accusing me of being nasty."

I reached up to hug her again, and her lips felt like silk against my flushed face. Than she kissed my cheek and I blinked. I could have sworn that I felt her tongue flick across my earlobe. And that smell.

"No... I would never accuse you of being nasty nasty. A little kinky maybe, but in a nice way."

She was still bent over me, her cheek pressed against mine and I began to feel decidedly uncomfortable. I was naked under my robe and knew that if she looked down she could see most of my tits, including much of those dark aureoles and fat nipples. Because they felt fat and hard. And if I just moved my legs one tiny little bit she could see my naked pussy. My hairy, soaked, still throbbing cunt. I continued the banter to divert her attention.

"First it's nasty and than it's kinky. Is that any way to talk to your middle aged mother?"

"No no no! Heaven forbid! But how long were you watching us, Mother Theresa? Is that when you got rid of your bra? Were you playing with your boobs while you checked if I was all-right?"

She was nearly laughing, but this time there was no mistaking the flicker of her tongue into my ear. I gasped.

"Annie..."

"Just like you used to when I was a kid? Oh Mom... you are such a perv. Did we turn you on? I bet you are not wearing panties..."

"ANNE?!"

This was getting out of hand and had to be stopped, except that her kneading fingers on my shoulders felt wonderful, and my outraged yell came out like a half meant admonition. Then she was whispering into my neck, and her lips felt moist and hot.

"I got rid of mine. I guess it's pretty dark out there so you couldn't see much..."

"No. I couldn't. Do I know him? Is it serious?"

I knew I was out of line and pushing too hard, but couldn't help it. I had to talk to cover the feelings that threatened to overwhelm me. She was staring at me with a strange expression on her face and then she seemed to have made up her mind.

"Come on mom. You know it's not a he... and no. It is not serious."

"Oh..." So it was not her perfume. In fact it was not perfume at all... I didn't know what to say.

"You don't seem to be surprised..."

And strangely enough I wasn't. All of a sudden the penny dropped. All of a sudden many little things finally made sense. Standing there looking at my lovely daughter I realized that deep down I had guessed for a while that she was at least bi-sexual, but never really let myself dwell on it.

"I... I don't know what to say. I am not really surprised... I wandered once in a while... but after you met Frank I thought I just imagined things..."

"You didn't imagine things. I thought you knew."

"But all your dates were guys... and Frank?"

"I am bi... too bi I guess. That's why things didn't work out with Frank. It wasn't his fault. He can't help not being a woman."

"Oh... And to-night?"

"You mean Leslie. One of the girls at the Mall. She is not... she is married. Just curious... nothing heavy. To tell you the truth, she is a selfish slut!" She sounded angry and then I understood.

"You mean she had her fun and then left you hanging? You poor dear." I sounded sarcastic even to myself and knew that I was being a bitch, but somehow I couldn't help it. Annie's eyes grew wide and serious and she was obviously upset, and I kicked myself for being so stupid.

"Please mom... I don't want to fight with you. You don't have to make me feel bad. I am just gay... not a cheap tramp." She sounded hurt and I felt like the most insensitive moron in the world, and almost cried as I wrapped my arms around her. I hugged her close and had a very hard time of controlling my voice.

"No hon... I didn't mean it like that! Please... I really didn't! I was just worried... sitting here, waiting for you..."

"... I just couldn't help it. It has been so long... weeks since I have been with anyone. So when Leslie came on to me tonight I just couldn't hold back... I didn't mean to upset you."

Her body felt warm and vibrant and as her arms tightened around me I felt myself getting hopelessly wet. I always had a hair-trigger libido but the way my body reacted to her hug was frightening. Being aware of Annie as a sexual being was not exactly new, but not quite like this. My tits felt heavy and my nipples were like pebbles and so I pulled back toward the small wall-bar just to break contact. I was afraid to look at her because I was sure that if I did she would know what was happening to me. I was wet and I knew that it wasn't the residue of my session with the brandy bottle. I wondered if she could smell me like I could smell her?

"And I didn't mean to sound like an inquisitor. Or maybe I did, but that's because I am nosy. I guess that's what comes with old age. You get your kicks vicariously... You become a peeping Tom." I couldn't believe how bitter I sounded and that seemed to bother her. She decided to take a lighter tack.

"Oh phooey. Stop being so up-tight. So you like to watch, so what? I like to show off! Did you play with yourself while you peeked on us?"

She was slowly getting undressed while she talked and my eyes were glued to her fingers as she fumbled with the buttons. My mouth was dry and I gulped my drink.

"You are awful! You have a dirty mind... "

She had her blouse undone and I had a quick flash of her naked boobs, and wondered if she really got rid of her panties? And even drunk I realized that my mind was working in a totally unacceptable way. The thought of her being naked under her dress was turning me on something fierce.

"Dirty mind my foot. I sure hope you got farther than I did. What I got is a sore tongue and whisker burns."

Half angry now, she flopped down on the big arm chair, and as she twisted around I saw her skirt hike up to her waist. She took another sip of her drink and almost defiantly flung her right leg over the arm of the chair, and the flash of the small yellow panties gave me my answer. I was speechless and I knew I was flushed and I was sweating, but I couldn't tear my eyes off her. The way she sat I could see the insides of her long creamy thighs, the underside of her plump ass and strands of her crinkly pubic hair. My mouth felt parched but I knew I was drooling and I wanted to deny what was happening to me. I was turned on like crazy by the sight of my daughter. In near desperation I tried to blame it all on that bitch Donna and that little slut with those lovely fat tits making out at work, but I knew I was lying to myself. This was not really new, and some of the old, suppressed urges were coming to the surface, and so finally I admitted the unthinkable. I was attracted to my daughter in a way that no mother should be attracted to her child. I wanted to drop on my knees front of her, wanted to lean forward to smell her, to watch her push that moist crotch band aside so I could see those long fingers go into her gorgeous hairy puss! To watch my daughter finger herself front of me. The idea petrified me, and I could not utter a word to respond to her. I was very much aware of my semi-nudity, and this time I didn't do anything to cover up. My robe reached below the knees, but the belt was pretty loose, and I had nothing under it. Standing there frozen, I almost succumbed to the crazy urge to reach down and touch my swollen cunt. Finally I managed to pull my gaze away from Annie's exposed body, and in order to do something I turned to the bar-sink to rinse a glass that didn't need rinsing. Then a movement caught my eye and I half turned back toward her.