Chapter 5

Rebecca was feeling very excited when she left Michelle in the kitchen and went back to her room to retrieve the stimulating DVD.

What'll she do when she sees that kissing scene?' the question had been plaguing her since she'd come up with this plan early this morning.

The scene Becky was so excited to show her friend was only about twenty minutes into the movie that ultimately ran an hour and forty-five or so. She wouldn't have to wait long once they got started.

She slipped the disc into the player just as her neighbor entered from the kitchen carrying a big bowl of popped corn. Michelle set the bowl on the coffee table and took a handful before taking a seat at the end of the couch with her bare feet tucked up underneath her. Becky took some of the crunchy snack and sat more or less in the middle of the sofa. She also pulled her feet under her butt so that she was inclined slightly toward her girlfriend.

Rebecca wasn't too obvious about it but she wasn't really watching the fifty-two inch plasma screen. Her head was facing the TV but her eyes were on Michelle. The younger girl seemed to be engrossed in the movie. The movie was fraught with sexual innuendos Becky noticed her neighbor squirming occasionally and thought that was a good sign.

Michelle assumed her friend was watching the movie and she was pretending to do the same. Her eyes were on the screen but she kept Rebecca in her peripheral vision. Each time girlfriend leaned forward to take some popped corn or a drink of her soda the delightful pressure fluctuation between her legs made her squirm. The cause of the sensations in her girlhood was the movement of Becky's amazing conical tits under the thin nightshirt.

The moment Rebecca had been waiting for was at hand the lead character, Kathryn, was sitting combing the character Cecile's hair on a blanket in an evidently crowded park. The Cecile character was telling Kathryn about the crush she had on her music teacher. Becky thought it was an interesting coincidence that the actress playing the lead character had the same name as the target of her lust—albeit her middle name. When the character Kathryn offered to show her girlfriend how to kiss Becky started to move in.

The girls on the huge screen were at least three times life size and the director had chosen to make the shot of the kiss extremely tight. Sarah Michelle Gellar was very gently brushing the lower lip of her co-star when Rebecca shifted until her thigh was touching Michelle's. The younger girl was no longer feigning interest in the action on the screen she was genuinely captivated. The words of the song came into her head in the absence of any sound from the TV

'I kissed a girl and I liked it. Taste of her cherry ChapStick'

She felt Becky's leg touch hers and it felt as hot as fire. The heat radiated up from the contact point and blossomed in her crotch.

The Cecile character was saying 'that was nothing' after the light very sensual brushing of lips. The Kathryn character said 'OK let's try it again except this time I'm gonna put my tongue in your mouth ... and that's getting to first base.'

"Have you ever wanted to try that ... kissing like that?" Rebecca asked and shifted even closer to her neighbor.

On the humongous HD screen the two actresses' lips were an inch apart. In the gap their tongues slowly swirled and caressed each other. When Rebecca heard Michelle respond with a moan she moved in for the kill.

Elizabeth worked her way through the boxes putting things on the shelves. She pretty much knew what was in each one and where she was going to put it. There wasn't a lot of thought required so her mind wandered. Each time it tried to go back to the cottage by the secluded lake her erogenous zones twitched so she reined it in and thought about something else. The memory was persistent and seemed to have tentacles connecting to everything.

She was doing alright though; right up to the last box. By happenstance the box containing the photo albums was in reverse chronological order—the most recent at the top. It was like drifting back in time without even opening the volumes. Elizabeth allowed herself to enjoy the memories each of the covers sparked; memories of their vacation last year to the Catskills, the previous Christmas with all the friends and family going back further in time to Michelle's first tooth, her first steps, coming home from the hospital. She could feel her heart swelling in her chest looking at her baby daughter.

'She's certainly not a baby anymore, ' Beth thought sitting on the floor and opening one of the albums.

There were pictures showing her in the bath with Michelle as a toddler. Harold had done a masterful job of making sure that the little girl's naked body blocked any view of Elizabeth's. She could almost feel the slippery softness of her daughter's creamy skin rubbing against her bare breasts. The swelling in her chest was becoming a warm feeling that was on the move; and the movement was decidedly downward. The glow descended to her lower belly like the New Years Eve ball in Times Square. When it reached her womanhood Beth closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her. Behind her closed eyes it wasn't three year old Michelle in the bathtub it was her fourteen year old daughter on her bed; pink bathing suit top up under her armpits and the bottoms down at her knees, one hand on her pussy and the other on her developing breast.

The ball struck midnight and lit up her sex with an intense heat. Her hand automatically clutched her crotch to staunch the feeling.

'Fuck!' She cursed herself.

She wasn't going to let her horniness overwhelm her;

'Remember!' but remembering, that was the whole problem.

She opened her eyes, blinked several times, and then closed the album containing the twelve year old photos and put it in its place on the shelf.

She did well for the next few minutes, checking the chronology of the picture collections and putting them in the appropriate place on the shelf. She was feeling stronger, able to control her urges. But there, in the bottom of the box were a bunch of pictures loose. The old style albums with the pressure sensitive pages had lost all their tackiness.

Elizabeth recognized the last couple of books as hers—before she and Harold had met, much less married. She was sacking the individual photos thinking she'd have to go to the store and get new albums. The pictures of her college graduation, of her sixteenth birthday and of her and the puppy she'd gotten for her fifteenth brought back fond memories. The photograph of the cottage by the crystal clear lake almost made her jump. She told herself to put it aside with the others but she couldn't. The memory flooded in through the burst damn.

It was the second day at the cottage, right after breakfast. She and Ginny were cleaning up as agreed; the moms prepared the meal and the daughters did the clean up. She heard her mother and aunt arguing. It wasn't nasty, just raised voices and accusations back and forth about who was supposed to bring it. Elizabeth never did figure out what it was only that they evidently couldn't do without.

Her mother and Aunt Margaret had flipped a coin to see who would go into town and get it. The trip was not an appealing prospect. Because of the decrepit cart path that led to their secluded spot it took almost forty five minutes to get to the main road. It was another fifteen or so to the nearest town from there; a minimum of a two or two and a half hour round trip. Elizabeth's mom lost.

Elizabeth recalled being relieved when her mom and aunt hugged and laughed before her mother drove off—crept off was more like it.

She and Ginny were sitting on the deck facing the lake reading and waiting for the day to warm up enough to go for a swim. She was really getting into the junior romance novel and didn't notice when her cousin disappeared. Then she had to take a pee, but when she went to open the sliding doors they were locked, or stuck, or something. She went around the wrap-around deck to the side door but it was evidently locked too. She could have knocked—she should have knocked, but instead she went around peering in windows to try and catch her cousin's or her aunt's attention.

She saw them in the bedroom naked. They were locked in a tight embrace kissing deeply. Elizabeth recalled her heart jumping into her throat and thinking she should run away but she couldn't move. Virginia slid down and lifted one of her mother's heavy breasts and started sucking on it. The sensation of needing to pee was replaced by a really hot feeling between her legs. She recalled clutching herself there as she watched. A moment later they were on the bed in that strange head to foot position that Ginny had introduced her to the night before; except it wasn't really head to foot, it was head to crotch.

Sitting on the study floor Elizabeth dropped the photo of the cedar cottage and pressed firmly on her womanhood. It struck her just as fiercely now as it did then; mother and daughter performing oral sex on one another. Her hands were working the fasteners of her shorts and she recalled that day peeping in the bedroom window how she'd wet her pants.

Maryann sat without turning the car on in the parking lot of Doctor Perez's office. Tomorrow at five she'd be back here; back to under go an examination. What was it the doctor had said...

'try to get here a little before so Vicki can get you ready.' What did that mean?

Sitting in the driver's seat she shuddered. Vicki looked so much like Becky.

'Is that what's bothering me ... the fact that she looks so much like my daughter?'

She fought the thought but she couldn't make it go away. She was wishing—hoping—that 'getting her ready' meant Vicki would do the kinds of things Bonnie had done to her. Her mind replayed that visit to Doctor Garcia's office again but this time the woman who lifted the paper examination drape exposing her naked body wasn't Bonnie it wasn't even Vicki ... it was Becky!

The gnawing in her pelvis ramped up and there was only one thing to do. She started the car and headed for church.

Becky kept her eyes open long enough to see Michelle close hers. In the movie the Kathryn character had specifically instructed Cecile to close. Rebecca didn't need to reprise that part of the show but that was all she missed. Ever so gently she took the younger girl's bottom lip between hers and sucked on it just a little. It wasn't cherry ChapStick but it was sweet nevertheless. Michelle's mouth opened more and Becky ran her tongue over her neighbor's teeth. She'd been dreaming of doing this for so long that now that it was actually happening it seemed surreal. Michelle's tongue met hers and she wondered if the fourteen year old would have thought of that without the instructive scene from the movie.

They each felt the pressure building in their girlhoods and their tongues slowly explored. An impartial observer would have given them a nine out of ten for duplicating the movie scene; but theirs went on longer—much longer. Rebecca closed in a little more. She wondered if her girlfriend was feeling the same tingling in her breasts.

'Were her nipples all stiff and sticking out... ' The older girl's hand brushed the front of her partner's nightshirt and as soon as she located the plump little mound she cupped it.

To her satisfaction and delight the center felt as hard as bone digging into her palm. They were much smaller than her own equally stiff nipples but somehow that made them even more appealing.

Michelle felt the moan forced up from her core as the warmth of her girlfriend's hand set fire to her boobie. She took it as a license to explore the conical wonders that she'd been admiring since the first time she'd laid eyes on her friend skimming the pool. She was raising her hand toward the long admired tit when the sound of the front door opening and closing made them both jump backward. Michelle couldn't go far since she was pretty much pressed against the arm of the couch, but Becky propelled herself all the way to the other end.

Showing amazing presence of mind the older girl switched from DVD to TV mode and a daytime 'soap' took over the screen. If Maryann hadn't been so overwrought herself she might have noticed the flushed nervous expression of the teenagers on the couch. Rebecca and Michelle were in no condition to evaluate the state missus Spencer was in either.

"When I get the groceries put away would you girls like some lunch ... or have you filled yourself up on popped corn?"

"I ... I think I'd better be going" Michelle replied hoping her voice didn't sound too shaky. "My ... my mom is getting embarrassed that I'm eating here all the time."

Unsteadily she got up from the couch and went to her host's bedroom. Becky watched the round teenaged bum sway under the thin cotton and felt the twitch. She would have been shocked to know that her mother had an almost identical reaction. The difference was that Becky wondered how she could get back to the kissing game...

'I kissed a girl just to try it... '

Her mom was wondering if she needed to sit with her rosary or if she could get through this by the force of her own will alone.

Becky was helping put the provisions away when Michelle dressed in her shorts and T shirt, overnight bag in hand poked her head into the kitchen. This time Maryann did notice the flush on the neighbor girl's face when she said,

"Thanks for having me ... and for dinner and breakfast and ... and everything" Rebecca's mother put the nervous agitated manner down to shyness.

"You're welcome anytime sweetheart" she responded.

Maryann did not see the meaningful look that passed between the teenagers just before their visitor went out the door.

Michelle crossed the side yard sure that she could still feel the heat of her friend's hand on her breast. She opened the back door to her house wondering if she could risk running up to her room and trying to relieve the pressure she was feeling between her legs after what happened the last time. She was weighing the pros and cons and wondering where her mother was when she heard the strange sound. There was no doubt it was a human voice—her mother's voice—it sounded like she was in pain.

'Oh my God she's fallen off a ladder or something and hurt herself!'

The teenager bolted in the direction of the disturbing cry.

She froze in the doorway of the study. Her mother was on the floor just as she'd feared but there was certainly no ladder in sight. In sight was her mother's virtually naked body. She was lying on the floor with her shorts and panties hanging from one knee. Her legs were bent and spread wide; her T shirt and bra pushed up under her armpits. Michelle's hands went immediately to her mouth to stifle the shriek that threatened to emerge. So many feelings, sensations as well as emotions rushed through her in the next few seconds that she thought for a moment that she was going to faint. Leaning on the doorframe to keep from falling she was mesmerized by the scene.

Her mother's one hand was squeezing her firm round tit, tugging on the unbelievably long nipple, while the other was moving rapidly between her legs. Even if she hadn't been in the most sexually aroused state of her young life the eroticism of this scene would have undoubtedly excited her. At first she felt queasy, almost nauseous, but as her stomach did its flips and flops the sickly feeling began to morph. It turned to a low rumble that seemed to make her whole pelvis quake. Her lips and tongue were still tingling from Becky's kiss, and her boob was begging for her friend's hand to come back. She had to make do with her own. Squeezing her little muffin with the pebble hard center, she watched her mother's fingers as they spread the luxurious bush between her wide open thighs. The shocking pinkness of the crease that was revealed made the girl leaning on the doorpost groan. She no longer had the sense to try to avoid detection. She was completely captivated—lost in the carnal act she was witnessing.

Behind Elizabeth's tightly closed eyes all she could see was her aunt and cousin tonguing each other's pussy; all she could hear were her own cries of pleasure. Her fingers separating the slippery folds were a tongue. The finger that collected her secretions and spread them gently on her throbbing clit was a tongue. The three fingers that began the rapid strumming were a tongue—but whose—Ginny's, Aunt Margaret's, her mother's, Maryann Spencer's? They all swirled in her mind like a vortex. Just before the momentous pressure was released; before the psychedelic lights flashed and her muscles all went tense, they resolved into one face—and it was Michelle's.

She wailed as the rush of heat swamped her and the secondary wave of peace and bliss followed it. She was making little sounds, almost like humming as her senses returned. That's when she realized that there was another sound and it wasn't her. Her vision wasn't clear but when she turned her head toward the door she easily recognized her daughter standing there.

Elizabeth felt no shame, no remorse at having been 'caught in the act'. She smiled at the teenager whose face was contorted with sexual tension.

"I guess we're even now" the prone woman told her daughter when she had recovered enough to speak.

Michelle said nothing but the look on her face said everything.

Elizabeth got to her feet. The shorts and panties fell off of they're own accord. The T shirt and bra bunched up under her arms looked ridiculous, not to mention feeling uncomfortable. She managed to unhook and shed the assembly. Now she was naked. Her daughter hadn't moved—couldn't move. The doorframe was the only thing that kept her standing. Beth approached. There were many things she could have done and many others she could have said. What she did was fold her baby into her arms and envelop the teenager's mouth with hers.

Michelle wasn't really all there. She saw her naked mother approach but it wasn't real. Her lips were still tingling from the delicate tongue play next door so when her mother's mouth closed over hers it felt like a continuation. She was floating. There was no ground under her she was simply suspended it space and time. How they wound up in the master bedroom would forever be a mystery.

For Elizabeth there was an element of déjà vu in it; lifting the T shirt over Michelle's head just as she'd done so many times when she was a toddler. Now she had the additional obstacle of the training bra but she dealt with it smoothly and quickly. Pausing only a moment to admire her daughter's forming breasts, she knelt down and unfastened the cargo shorts. Once again it seemed a familiar exercise stripping the denim along with the pink cotton panties down to the teenager's feet. Raising her head she said,

"Step out honey" and tapped on her daughter's calf to illustrate what she meant.

For Michelle the world was still shimmering and unclear. Her kneeling mother tossed her lower clothing aside and slid her hands up the outsides of her thighs. Her cookie felt like it was in a vise and the pressure and churning in her lower abdomen that had been there in more and less intensity since yesterday was maxing out. She didn't know what was going to happen, she didn't even know what she wanted to happen, but she wanted it to happen soon.

Beth caught the fragrance of Michelle's arousal. The heady familiar aroma relit the fire that she had so recently attempted to quench in the study. In fact she had quenched but not extinguished.

It wasn't a push it was more a gentle nudge guiding the girl's hips onto the bed. She felt her legs being opened and spread wide. Warm breath—no, cool; some places it was warm almost hot and others it felt cooling. The difference was whether her flesh was wet or not. The juices from her girlhood were splashed randomly on her upper thighs. She lay back on the bed with no preconception of what was about to happen.

Her mother drank in the intoxicating scent and sight. The pouting virginal crease that she'd glimpsed yesterday now opened between the light brown fuzz surrounding it. The damp little curls appeared nowhere else. It was as though the hair had been put there as a frame to highlight the bright pink fleshy folds. It had been a long time, a very long time, but for the kneeling woman the urge was stronger than ever.

Gently, but not tentatively she sampled the sweet nectar. The first contact of the probing tongue sent a rocket of pleasure through the reclining teen that was so powerful she was sure that she wouldn't be able to stand another. Her hips lurched and if her mother hadn't been holding her down she might have bounced herself right off the bed. Strangely when her mom settled into licking her in earnest it was intense but mellower somehow.

She was a drift on an ocean of pure delight the warm waves washed over her. Her hands automatically went to her forming breasts and squeezed the handfuls of firmness. The sharp little nipples bit into her palms.

She wasn't ready for it and didn't know she needed to be; was there anyway to be ready for it the first time... probably not. It was an explosion; a rush of sensation so intense that just for an instant everything went black. Michelle later thought how glad she was that she hadn't passed out and missed the spectacular soaring feeling that came next. She could feel herself shuddering and shaking on her mother's bed but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Michelle was pretty sure she would have gotten cold then, if her mom hadn't climbed onto the bed and folded her into her arms. Their naked bodies molded together as one. Elizabeth held her shivering daughter until her tremors stopped. Their lips found each other's again. There were no words and somehow none were needed. The teenager could taste her own juices on her mother's face and decided they were delicious.

Something hot and very wet was pressing on her thigh. Michelle moved her leg and her mother moaned into her mouth. She sort of understood what was happening and moved her leg some more. She felt the mature thighs wrap around her leg and knew that her mom was humping her thigh.