Chapter 4: More Experiences While a Virgin

It surprised me how easily we adapted to our new relationship. I thought it would cause enormous emotional problems to make a transition between a mother-daughter relationship and being lovers but not for the first time in this I had been proved wrong. The new dimension just bolted on top of the existing one, enabling us to function in normal family mode throughout the day and switch to lovers when I sat down with her in the evenings. We were able to carry on in this fashion for many months without difficulties. We didn't make love every night of course, sometimes we would just cuddle and other times we would be screwing for hours. Of course we both had the usual feminine interruptions, although that didn't always stop us its true.

There was a hurdle preventing me from enjoying our lovemaking fully. My damn virginity! Mum had several really inviting sex toys but the only one of much use was a small vibrator which I loved being played around my clit. There were several cock shaped dildos including one that fitted into a harness to look like an erection on a girl! This could be worn to simulate the part a man would play in sex. I pleaded with Mum to take my virginity with one of the toys but she was reluctant to go that far in case I met a boy who expected purity!!! As if!

Finally I bullied her into promising me that she would make me a complete woman on my 16th birthday if I still wanted her to. It was still months away in the New Year and I still had to get through Christmas a virgin. I thought about getting myself a boyfriend and letting him pop my cherry but I really wanted Mum to be the first. Several things happened during my 16th year before my de-flowering was due.

The first was that some of Mum's friends once again stayed after one of their girls' nights out. Mum had been on several since but had stayed out all night. I knew now that her nights were spent in sexual pleasure with one of the friends. I was just a little jealous but reasoned that I could never be anything more than a secret lover so I shouldn't get possessive over Mum. This particular night I asked if one would be staying in my bed.

"Do you want one to sleep with you?" she asked. "I'm sure they would form a queue if they knew that!"

I smiled at the thought. "One will be quite enough I'm sure. Maybe the same one who stayed with me last time? But don't tell her to keep her hands off me this time!"

Indeed it was the same lady. This time I stayed awake till they all returned and Mum introduced them. They were all around Mum's age, early 30's, and all slim and attractive. Although I hadn't got a good look at her face last time I recognised her straight away as she was introduced. Her name was Lindsey and it must have been her hair, her voice or fragrance, I don't know, but I was sure.

After we had all had a hot drink she sat next to me and whispered "I hear you want me to share your bed again, I enjoyed our cuddle last time."

In answer I took her hand and led her into my room saying goodnight all feeling the stares behind me. I think Lindsey was worried what Mum would think but once I explained that she knew and didn't mind she relaxed and we kissed and undressed each other. She was great; our lovemaking went on into the night, taking turns in bringing each other pleasure. The taste of her pussy was stronger than Mum but sweet and tangy. My Mum's tasted just like my own juices and I had rather thought all women would be the same. I was in no doubt now that my preference was for girls. I had no attraction at all to the boys in my class at school yet I could quite easily fancy quite a few of my female classmates. Jackie, in particular, was getting my juices flowing on a regular basis, and that was the second thing that happened before I was 16.

Jax had asked me if I would sleep over at her house when her parents went away for a weekend. Mum asked, "Isn't that the girl you fancy at school?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure she likes me in the same way."

"Well, my love, perhaps this is your chance to find out. Be careful though; don't go in with both feet, just edge the conversation down that path and see how she reacts. Always leave yourself a way of backtracking if she doesn't bite, you don't want to lose the friendship or spook her."

This seemed sound advice and all the way over to Jackie's house I thought through some ways I could channel the conversation. As it happens she proved only too willing to 'bite' as Mum put it! We had great fun making a giant pizza and a little less fun getting the burnt cheese off the inside of the oven! We settled down to watch a DVD her Mum had bought but after the first half hour we decided it was boring and Jax said hold on and raced upstairs. She came back a minute later with another DVD from her dad's study.

"Don't you ever tell anyone about this will you" she demanded "I'm not supposed to know about these."

"Why? What is it?" She handed it to me and I saw exactly why! The sleeve described it as a hardcore sexy romp with bored housewives and the pictures left nothing to the imagination. The 'romps' seemed to include housewives with well-endowed handymen and pool cleaners as well as a gorgeous female lingerie salesperson. The latter one looked particularly exciting and I urged Jax to play the disc.

The film was very explicit but I found much of it disappointing. Yes there was sex aplenty and it was shown in great close-up and at the end of each feature the man would cum over the girls face or body, always finishing himself by hand. It struck me as weird after all the sucking and fucking for 20 minutes or so he would have to cum by his own hand, it didn't seem to say a lot for the girls' ability. And the story lines were paper thin, taking about a minute from the handyman's arrival to the start of the sex. Maybe the whole thing was aimed at a man's requirements for visual sex but probably a girl's requirements are for more of a story involving greater emphasis on the seduction.

However I was getting a little turned on and Jackie obviously loved it, unconsciously fondling her right nipple through her tee-shirt. Maybe I was less interested because it was all about men with the girls and I could just see all the faults, and technically there were big faults. The girls kept looking at the camera which annoyed me and I wanted to scream at them to concentrate on the action. Also you could hear the occasional prompt from the director ('move your hair aside so we can see your tongue', 'lift your knees' etc.) and you could often see the shadows of the cameraman and even once I saw his reflection in a mirror. It all seemed very amateurish and distracted from any belief in the stories.