Chapter 1

Arriving home from my first year of college would not be a summer vacation. I already had my summer employment in place and I fully expected three months of hard work. Unfortunately, due to my pride, higher education wasn't free for me.

Occasionally, like now, I regret not allowing my father to pay my school expenses as he so generously offered. In an attempt to show my maturity and independence, I vowed to him I could make it on my own. After all, that's how he did it, and never failed to boast about it on many occasions.

As if I didn't have enough stress in my life, he took me aside my first night home, whispering to me he would like to talk to me in private. He seemed so secretive about it, I was sure he was about to give me some terrible news.

He usually walked our dog "Pepper" every evening so I offered to tag along. I attached the leash to the spoiled little fur ball, laughing as she trembled in gleeful anticipation. She knew the leash meant a walk in the park, her favorite place to run and play.

As soon as we were out of the house I was questioning him. "So, what's the big secret, dad... and don't tell me you're sick or something. I don't think I could handle that kind of bad news right now."

"No baby, nothing like that... it's about your mother... uh... oh god, this is going to be more difficult than I thought."

I could read the worry and pain in his face. Something was really weighing heavily on his mind...

"What is it dad... tell me? You're freaking me out... Is something wrong with Mom? What is it?"

"It is about your mom, punkin, but... but it's not like you might think. Your mom is... damn, this is so hard. Your mom... your mom is... well, to put it bluntly, she's cheating on me."

I felt like he had slapped me across the face. I was totally stunned. He was right, I would have never thought of mom cheating... Not in a million years.

"You've got to be kidding," I blurted out. "Mom! Cheating! I don't believe it. How do you know? Did she admit it? Did you catch her... what?"

He became adamant. "I just know, okay! Jesus, look at her. She's so beautiful. I know, and so do you, how she's constantly being hit on. Remember those company picnics? Some of those assholes would hit on her right in front of me. I wasn't blind, I knew how desirous she looked. She was always a trooper though. Always a lady. She put them down graciously... and with dignity. More than they deserved, the rotten bastards."

I didn't want to hear any of this. I heard it my whole life. And when I finally made it to high school and started dating, it effected me even more personally. Boys would come to the house to pick me up and go ga-ga over her! Christ, I was one of the prettiest girls in school, but something about an older woman really turned those guys on.

"So why are you telling me all of this dad. Jesus christ, I have enough to worry about... trying to work and save for next school term. Now you're laying this on me."

"I'm sorry Bethany... I shouldn't have said anything. It's not your problem... it's just, well I didn't have anybody to talk to about it. I'm sorry... don't worry about it, okay. Just keep it to yourself... don't say anything to your mother."

"Who's she having an affair with... is it someone I know?"

"I don't know who it is," he said teary eyed. "I know... I know... your going to say it's all in my head. It's not... I'm sure she's cheating, I just don't know with whom. I'm not even sure I want to know. That sounds strange doesn't it."

"I don't know... christ, this is all strange to me. Well, maybe you don't want to know but I do. I'm going to find out too."

"Now Bethany, what do you think you're going to do. Goddamn it, I knew I shouldn't have told you. I didn't tell you so you would get involved. I just needed a little support. I don't want you doing anything... do you understand?"

"Well, there must be a way too..."

"Goddamn it, you promise me right now you'll stay out of it. Promise me."

"Okay... okay... I promise. So what are you going to do dad, divorce her... move out... make her move out? You have to do something. Damn, I guess now I'm going to be bouncing from house to house every summer I come home from school."

"No, I'm not going to do anything. I love your mother... I don't want to lose her. I'm just hoping it will play itself out, that she'll come to her senses and everything will go back to normal.

"You mean you would forgive her for this? Do nothing?"

"That's right punkin... that's what love is all about. Now, let's get back home... we both have to get up early tomorrow for work."

Arising from a restless nights sleep next morning, the first thing that popped into my mind was Mom. It didn't matter that dad didn't want me to worry about Mom's affair... I had a vested interest in this family too. How could I not be concerned!

As I sat in the kitchen watching her prepare breakfast, I somehow conjured up these dreadful images of her lying in bed with some guy, naked, legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked her brains out. I could never picture her and Dad having sex together, but with a stranger, I could picture vividly. Weird.

As I eyed her every move around the kitchen, it was obvious why men were always ogling her. She had to be used to it by now. I was. I knew I was blessed with a good body and looks. I got it from her. I used to enjoy the attention. Now I just ignore it.

I had this urge to walk up to her and slap her across the face for hurting Dad... for upsetting me! I had to admit though... if she was cheating she sure was hiding it well.

I was still thinking about it when I arrived at work. One of dad's attorney friends had offered me the job when I came home at christmas. I don't know whether he was trying to impress dad, or me. Didn't matter. It was a good job that paid very well.

About mid-morning, my supervisor, Mrs Richards, apparently noticed I wasn't concentrating on my work. Not that what I did was so terribly difficult, but it did require my full attention. A file clerk wouldn't last long mis-filing important documents.

"You have something on your mind Bethany?" she asked me with apparent concern in her voice. "I mean other than your work. Those documents I gave you earlier go in the big file cabinet over there, not the one you're filing them in."

"Ohhh... jesus, I'm soooo sorry Mrs Richards," I said meekly. I don't know what I was thinking of..."

"Is something bothering you?" she asked. "You haven't been yourself this morning. I know it's your first day but..."

"No... I'll be alright," I answered hastily. "It's just that... well, I need to find out something about someone and I really don't know how to go about it. I'll figure it out though... I won't let it effect my work... I promise."

"You want to find out about some boy, don't you," she said with a smirk. "I know what that's like... I've been there myself."

"You have? And, you're right, it is a boy problem. I just want to know if I can trust him."

I really disliked lying to her. It seemed innocent enough though, especially if it would steer her away from probing my real problem.

"I don't know if it's worth it to you," she added, "but for around a hundred dollars you can have all the peace of mind you want."

"I... I don't understand," I said. "What are you suggesting?"

"Private detective. They'll do a background check for you for around a hundred dollars. I tried it once. They do a pretty good job... or at least they did for me."

"Hmmm... A private detective," I echoed." I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of it myself. "Thanks Mrs Richards... that's not a bad idea. Thanks."

At noon I searched thru the Yellow Pages. There were five private detectives agencies listed... and one individual investigator... a woman. What the hell, I thought to myself. I called the woman.

Apparently she wasn't very busy... She suggested we meet right away. I agreed to an appointment for that afternoon. To her credit, she did inform me she only worked part time, didn't have a private office, preferring to work out of her home. I agreed to meet her at Denny's for coffee.

I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived at the restaurant. She was an impeccably dressed woman of thirty or so. She looked like my favorite professor at school. Very classy.

She was extremely pleasant and listened to my problem with interest. She virtually assured me she could help. Unfortunately, my supervisor hadn't accounted for inflation. Kelly, she insisted I call her Kelly, quoted me a price of six hundred dollars.

"I'm sorry I've taken up your time," I said as I prepared to leave.

"Now wait a minute," she said hurriedly. "Maybe we can work something out. If you can't afford six hundred dollars, how much can you afford?"

"Maybe three hundred, tops," I said.

She mulled my offer over for a moment... and then, amazingly, she told me what she would do for that amount. It would, however, require my assistance. I was all ears.

"Okay... this is what we'll do," She said. "Instead of me following your mom constantly for three or four days, you call me when she leaves the house. I won't do anything until you call me. Don't, however, waste my time if you know she's just going to the supermarket... or to the cleaners. You understand what I mean?"

I told her I fully understood. That's when she requested a check for three hundred dollars up front. I made a mental note... If this woman was successful, I was going to hit dad up for reimbursement. After all, I was doing this for him, not to mention this was an entire week of income for me.

With Kelly's three phone numbers tucked safely away in my purse, I drove home. Every mile, every block, I became more ridden with guilt. I had promised my father I would stay out of it... I had broken that promise. But worst of all, I was spying on my own mother!

A few days later I was beginning to think I may have wasted three hundred dollars. Since I was at work every day I had no way of monitoring my mother's coming and going during the day. She never left the house during the evening and I was beginning to think my dad was full of it... or just plain paranoid.

I phoned the detective and aired my misgivings about our arrangement. Thank god she was sympathetic. She agreed to pick a day at random and shadow my mother from early morning, watching the house to see if she went out anywhere.

Friday afternoon she phoned me at work. "It appears we got lucky Bethany. Your mother left the the house at noon today and went directly to the Regency Hotel. I'm at the hotel now trying to find out where she's at in the building. I've checked the restaurant and lounge... she's not in either place. That means she's in one of the hotel rooms. It may be difficult to pinpoint what room she's renting or visiting, but when and if I find out anything I'll call you back."

I felt anxious the remainder of the day. Now that I could possibly be close to finding out who my mother was having an affair with, I wasn't sure I wanted to know. Well, I really did want to know... I just didn't want it to be a friend of my Dad's. That would surely hurt him all the more.

I was on my way out of the office when the phone rang. It was the detective. "Meet me at Denny's at six o'clock, she said with enthusiasm. "I have some real strange news for you."

"What... what is it," I demanded on the phone. "Just tell me... now."

"No, meet me," she said. "I have pictures and everything."

Oh god... the moment of truth. My stomach ached, tied up in knots. I was going to have to make a decision. Should I share this information with Dad? Will he be mad at me for taking the initiative to find out who mom's lover was? This was beginning to be more difficult to deal with than I had anticipated.

Arriving at Denny's, I spotted the detective sitting in the back booth smiling like a chesire cat. She was proud of herself... getting to the the bottom of a case on her very first day. I had this strange feeling she did this kind of work for more that just the money. I think she was getting off on the suspense she was creating!

I ordered a cup of coffee before I opened the manila envelope lying on the table.

"Are these the pictures?" I asked as I stared at the envelope.

"Yep, and you don't want to know how I managed to get them. Just suffice to say, this was my finest hour."

My hands trembled as I pulled out at least a dozen 5 x 7 glossies. I blinked once, twice...

"What... what the hell is this?" I blurted out. "That's my Mother... Jesus christ, she's naked. What is she doing with... with that woman!"

"Your Mother is definitely cheating on your father," the detective gloated. "But not with a man... with another woman!"

I quickly thumbed thru all of the pictures. Each one was more disgusting than the next. But there it was, as plain as day, and in living color. My Mother, on her knees, her face buried between the legs of a stunning blonde woman. And yet another picture, her face mashed against the woman's behind. The picture left no doubt what she was doing. She was tonguing and licking the woman's asshole!

I quickly put the pictures back in the envelope. "So, who is the woman?" I murmured, my eyes welling with tears. "Who is the bitch?"

"I'm pretty sure she's the Tennis Pro at the Briar Cliff Country Club," the detective answered. "Does your parents belong to that club?"

"Yes... yes they do. For several years. But my mother never plays tennis. She doesn't even know how. Maybe she took it up recently, I don't know."

"Well, I will say one thing," the detective whispered. "They are two fine looking women. I've never seen two ladies together like that before. Believe me... they had me pretty worked up by the time I left there."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked incredulously. "You mean they turned you on? My god, that's my mother! You have no shame or what?"

"Hey... she's not my mother," the detective said sarcastically." I observed two sexy woman getting it on... and I have to tell you, yes, it turned me on. In fact, just thinking about it turns me on."

"Yeah, I guess the next thing you'll be telling me is I turn you on," I spat out.

"Since you mentioned it," she said.

"Oh my god... are you serious?" I said in amazement. "I can't believe..."

"I'm sorry," she said. "You asked. Listen, I'm telling you... these two did a job on me. I never had feelings one way or the other for women. I don't know what happened... I just freaked out. Now I can't get it out of my mind. I guess you had to be there."

"Well forget it," I said disgustedly. "And stop looking at me like that. Christ, you're supposed to be a professional."

"Your right... your right. I'm sorry. So what are you going to do? Are you going to tell your dad? Are you going to show him the pictures?"

"I don't know what I'm going to do. I just don't know. Listen, I have to go. Thanks for what you've done. I'm certainly not pleased about the results but, well you did your job."

"Okay babe... and listen, if you need anything... you know, need to talk or something, whatever, you have my numbers."

"Yeah... okay," I mumbled. "I appreciate it. I really do. I'll see you."

I felt completely numb as I left the restaurant. I had no idea what I was going to do... but I had the entire weekend to think about it.

If I had been left in the dark about my mother's infidelity, I could never have guessed there was a problem. Her demeanor, and even dad's demeanor, the entire weekend, appeared to be normal. Like a loving, married couple.

By Monday morning I had made a decision. I was not going to tell my dad what I knew. I was going to tell my mother!

I phoned my supervisor and told her I wasn't feeling well. I wanted to speak to my mother alone, while dad was at work. I really felt guilty about lying to my boss but my family problem was too important. I had to at least make the attempt to resolve it. Otherwise, what was the point of anything.

As soon as dad left for work, I approached mom. I had every intention of confronting her immediately. She appeared so nervous and jittery, I hesitated. Something was definitely bothering her.

"Why haven't you left for work?" she asked. "You're going to be late."

"I called in sick," I said. "I just wanted to stay home today. Why, am I interfering with something?"

"No, not really," she said, her voice quivering. "Would you excuse me a minute honey. I have to make a quick phone call."

She went into the other room. I quickly tiptoed to the door to listen. "Inga, this is Jesse. Listen, my daughter is staying home from work today. Could I see you later... you know... the other place?"

Silence

"Okay... I'll see you about two o'clock... good-by."

I stood at the door listening to every word. I felt guilty eavesdropping like that... but... well I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

I quickly ran back to the kitchen table before she returned. "Who were you calling mom?"

"The tennis pro at the club," she said. "I have a tennis lesson today. I wanted to confirm the time."

"So... you're playing tennis now. Interesting. I didn't know they called it tennis."

"What... what do you mean?" she asked quizzically. "I don't under..."

"Because I know what you've been doing mom, you and the tennis pro. I don't call it tennis. I don't know what you call it. Sex with another woman? Mom... how could you?"

It was now out in the open. She was absolutely stunned. "Oh my god... how did you... how did you find out? Oh my god."

She was visibly shaken. I was glad she felt scared. I wanted to see fear in her. I wanted to see her in pain.

"It doesn't matter how I know, mom. What matters is what you're doing to dad and your marriage... and this family! He thinks you've been cheating on him with some guy. It's just a matter of time till he finds out. What are you going to tell him? How are you going to explain this?"

"Your father suspects?" she asked, seemingly amazed. "How... how could he suspect anything? All he ever does is work and sleep."

At that moment I knew my father hadn't been totally truthful with me. Mom had just eluded to his contribution to their problem.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I swear, I didn't want to hurt anyone. God, this is so terrible... Please tell me your dad doesn't know who I've been..."

"I told you, he thinks you're having an affair with another man. He claims he still loves you. He just wants you to stop."

"I didn't realize he suspected. He's never said anything. My god, this is so terrible. I just... I couldn't help it. It just happened. Part of this is his fault, you know. If he hadn't stopped having sex with me, shutting me out, this would have never happened. I have needs honey. Strong needs. He's ignored me for over a year. What did he expect of me?"

This was more than I wanted to know. I couldn't even picture my parents having sex. Now, here I was, having a full blown discussion about their sex life. Maybe I made a mistake, I thought to myself. Maybe I should have kept my nose out of it.

"I just don't understand mom... another woman. Why another woman? I mean, how could this happen?"

She was quiet for a moment. "I happened to get a little tipsy at the club one night," she began explaining. "Your father was ignoring me, as usual. Anyway, Inga was there. She paid attention to me... complimented me... flirted with me. She made me feel attractive and sexy. I was flattered. When she touched me inappropriately, I felt alive again. I didn't stop her. God, Bethany, it felt so good. It had been so long since I had felt such pleasure. The next thing I knew we were outside the club house, kissing and caressing each other. My God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. You must think me such a bad mother... a terrible person. Well, anyway, you might as well know... I had an orgasm. The first one I'd had in months. I was ecstatic."

As she tried to explain herself, I watched how alive and vibrant she became. Her large breast were heaving with each deep breath, and her nipples, obviously growing hard and erect.

She continued. "Inga phoned me a few days later and I met her at a hotel. We did things I could never imagine. And it just went on from there. Once a week, sometimes twice. I just couldn't resist her... I craved the pleasure honey. I needed it. I still do. Are you going to tell your father about this?"

"Are you going to stop?" I asked. "If you're going to stop seeing her, there's no reason for dad to know."

"I can't promise that," she said. "I need her. I need something."

"Do you love this woman?" I asked. "Do you love her like you loved dad?"

"No, oh no... it's not about love honey. It's all about the sex. I love the sex... and believe it or not, I think it's the perversion that's most alluring. Just thinking about doing something abnormal arouses me. I know how wicked and despicable that sounds... how sick. I'm surprised I can even admit it to you."

"The perversion turns you on!" I said in disgust. "Do you know how depraved you sound? I guess if I asked you to masturbate right here, in front of me, you'd do it, huh? That would arouse you because it's... it's perverted."

I thought she would, at the very least, humor me and say that was to degrading to comptemplate. She didn't. She murmured something I didn't understand.

"What was that mom," I spat out at her. "I didn't hear you."

"I said yessss."

At that moment I knew our conversation had taken on a new meaning. We weren't talking about her cheating on dad any more. We were talking about some sort of deep rooted corruption... a demented behaviour that had to be possessing her.

I thought back to the last time I had sex. Two months ago... a boy at college. It was only the third time in my life. I remember it not being very meaningful... in fact it was downright boring. I got nothing from it. Now, while having a complicated conversation with my own mother, I was becoming so sexually stimulated it frightened me!

I fidgeted in my chair, my panties becoming damp and sticky. This mother-daughter conversation was sick and knew it. Either my body didn't agree or I was quickly becoming as depraved as her. My dad's suffering, at the moment, seemed unimportant.

"Was Inga supposed to come here today Mom? Is that why you called her? To let her know not to come?"

"Yes," she whispered. "She was supposed to be here by noon."

"Well, don't let me interfere any more. It's your life. I shouldn't have further complicated it for you. If you want, call her back... tell her to come on over."

"I don't understand honey. You want me to..."

"Yes, call her. I shouldn't be interfering with your life. This is between you and dad and I should have stayed out of it. You do what you want. And if dad's not holding up his end... well, what the hell. I guess that's his problem."

"I'm so glad you're so understanding honey. I'm sorry it might seem so ugly to you. Just please don't think less of me."

"Just call her before I change my mind," I exclaimed. "Go ahead, call her."

She quickly went back to the phone. I didn't have to eavesdrop any more. I wasn't sure why or how I came to this conclusion. I did know I wanted to meet Inga. Curiosity I guess.

I thought of my life's ambitions, and the eventuality of marriage, kids, and the white picket fence. What an illusion. This was the real world. A forty two year old father who couldn't fuck any more... and a mother who was a pussy licking slut.

And me, sitting in my parents living room willing to meet my mother's lover just because I happened to be curious. I had an overpowering urge to run upstairs and masturbate. I had no idea why. I knew that after I met mom's new friend, I was going to excuse myself, change into my jogging clothes and run till I dropped.

As mom and I waited for Inga to arrive, we talked, and our conversation was unlike any we ever had before. It was not a typical mother/daughter conversation...

"What's wrong with dad?" I asked. "I know he still loves you... does he have a medical problem?"

"I don't know," mom responded. "If it is medical he's never mentioned it to me. Maybe he can't get it up any more. I don't know. For awhile I even thought he was cheating on me!"

"Do you remember, mom, my Junior and Senior year in high school. Remember when my dates would come by the house and pick me up."

"Yes, I remember," she sighed. "There was some good looking boys hanging around here then. Bobby Flowers... remember Bobby. He was a dreamboat. I was so proud of you, the way you seemed to attract the most handsome boys."

"Well, you'll like this," I said. "Every one of those boys couldn't get over how sexy and beautiful you were. They would have just as soon been dating you as me. They all had the hots for you."

"Really," she said. "Well, that wasn't that long ago. I wonder if they'd still be interested." She giggled nervously.

Inga finally arrived. I was sitting on the sofa in the living room when mom opened the door and invited her in. I was surprised how stunning she was... beautiful. There was a sexy dominance about her... confidence. Your thoughts immediately became sexual when you were in her presence.

"Inga, this is my daughter Bethany. Bethany, Inga, my tennis instructor."

"What is she doing here?" Inga demanded to know. "I thought she was supposed to be gone by the time I arrived."

"No Inga, my mom explained. "It's alright. She knows about us. It's not a problem. "

"What does she know," Inga stated. "That you like to lick my pussy... and I let you!"

"I couldn't believe my ears. Inga was a real bitch. Mom noticed I wasn't very impressed by Inga's demeanor.

"It's alright Bethany. Inga is just a little upset. Don't worry about it, okay."

"Well, let's see if your ready for me," Inga said to my mother. "You'd better be."

She approached my mother. Slowly and deliberately, she slipped her hand under mom's skirt, running her hand right up between her thighs. She was checking her panties right in front of me!

"My my, you are wet aren't you Jesse. Were you fooling around before I arrived? Have you been messing around with your own daughter? Does your little girl turn you on?"

I jumped to my feet. "Who the hell do you think you are?" I said sternly. "You better show some respect in this house. If you can't, you can leave. Is that understood?"

She never blinked. "Listen to her, Jesse," she said with mock surprise. "Your daughter talking about respect. Why don't we show her what respect is all about. Want to? Sure you do. Get on your knees," she demanded of my mother. "Get on your knees... right here."

"Please Inga," mom pleaded. "Let's go upstairs. We shouldn't do this down here. Pleaseeee..."

My mother tried to take her by the hand and lead her up to the bedroom. Inga pulled her hand away.

"On your knees you goddamn bitch. NOW!"

My mother glanced at me as if to say she was sorry. She immediately did as she was told. Inga slowly lifted the hem of her own skirt and nudged her large mound up against my mother's mouth. I could see my mother's tongue flicking out, licking.

I wanted to run this terrible woman right out of our house! But... but I was frozen... my eyes glued to my submissive mother as her body trembled in anticipation. She was going to lick this woman's pussy right in front of me!

I fell back onto the sofa... my eyes riveted to the scene in front of me... dealing with my own anticipation. I had a ring side seat to the most perverted act I could ever imagine...

Inga draped the hem of her skirt over my mother's head. She stood there, legs spread, my mother's head hidden from view. It was obvious my mother was servicing her, down on her knees between the tall blonde's legs.

I was startled when Inga spoke: "So, you're a college girl, huh. What do you think college girl... what's it like to find out your own mother is a cunt licking slut?"

I didn't answer. I stared at her beautiful face, her full soft lips, her long pink tongue licking her soft lips suggestively... and all for my benefit!

"Have you ever been with another girl Bethany? Ever licked another girls cunt... have her cum in your mouth?"

"No," I whispered like a little girl.

"That's what your mother wants me to do, you know. Cum in her mouth. She loves my cum. Sometimes she licks me till I'm sore... so sore, my cunt swells. You noticed my huge mound didn't you. Well, when it swells, I love to put on a pair of tight jeans and show it off. Especially at the club. It almost looks like I have a large cock. I strut around the club driving the men crazy... and the women, god the women... they adore me."

She stopped for a minute to admonish my mother: "Lick faster you fucking cunt."

She continued talking to me. "Some of the women are envious, others follow me to the ladies room wanting to clean me after I take a piss. Those soft tongues are better than the toilet tissue any day..." She smiled at me.