It was a warm day, so we sat in the shade and ate mostly in silence. As we munched on our sandwiches, I noticed Mom was wearing a rather short dress that rode up high on her thighs as she sat. She didn’t normally dress that way, but I figured it was the warmth of the day and all. It was a pretty dress and showed off her well-toned leg and thigh muscles.
“I assume everyone got on their flights?” I asked.
“What?” Mom said. “Oh yeah. All good. They should have a great time away.”
Mom seemed distracted.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She put her hand on mine. “Of course, honey. I’m fine, it’s just …”
“Just?”
“I’m really dying to know how things went with Delia.”
“How did you think they should go?” I asked, wanting to find out just how much she knew.
Mom sighed. “You’re not making this easy,” she said.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I said. “But what happened was very personal. I’m not sure how much I should share.”
“Actually,” Mom said, “that’s good. Personal. You made a personal connection with your aunt.”
“Yes,” I said. “It was very personal.”
“And good?” she said.
I nodded. “Mom, Aunt Cordelia said I would come away from visiting her as a changed woman, and I am.”
“Wonderful!” she said.
“But, Mom,” I said, “I need to know. Just what did you expect would happen? How much did you know? Was there some sort of plan?”
Mom hesitated. “I’m going to be very frank with you now, Kat,” she said. “If I say something out of line, please let me know.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “Go ahead.”
“Did you make love with Delia?”
Ah, so she did know what was possible.
I smiled. “Yes, Mother. Delia and I made love multiple times during my stay.”
Mom sighed again, appearing to feel great relief. “That’s wonderful!”
“And you knew,” I said. “You knew that’s why I was going.”
“I did, Kat. I did,” she said. “I hope you don’t hate me for not telling you.”
I put my other hand on top of hers. “No, Mom. I don’t hate you. Delia introduced me to pleasures I never thought possible.”
“Wow!” Mom said. “Wow!”
We sat silently for a few moments.
“What was it like?” Mom asked tentatively. “Making love with Delia?”
I paused for a moment, wondering how much I should share, how graphic I could or should be.
I looked into Mom’s eyes and said, “It started with a kiss. Her lips are so soft. It was my first time kissing another woman.”
“Oh!” Mom said.
“And when her tongue pushed at my lips and I opened, I felt this electricity shoot through me.”
“Mm hmm,” Mom said, her grip on my hand tightening just a bit.
“Have you ever been seduced by another woman?” I asked. “Because it’s wonderful. She kissed and licked my neck, and her hands gently caressed my breasts. I got bolder and grabbed her ass cheeks. Her dress had ridden up, so my hands touched her panties.”
“Oh my,” Mom said, shifting in her seat just a bit.
I knew I was being a bit dramatic, but I didn’t care. It was fun retelling what happened, even to my mom.
“Then she took me into her candle-lit bedroom where she slowly took off my clothes. As I stood there, completely naked in front of my aunt, her fingers squeezed my nipples and her hand found my pussy, already dripping wet with juice.”
At this point Mom’s other hand moved up to one of her breasts. She probably didn’t realize she was doing it, but she cupped a breast and tugged at a nipple, causing it to stick out.
“Go on,” she said softly.
“She started licking my nipples and sucking on them. I can’t tell you how incredible that felt and how excited I was getting!”
Mom continued to look at me, but I wasn’t sure she saw me. It seemed like she’d gone to another world as she stared at me with glassy eyes.
“Then she undressed in front of me. Aunt Delia is so gorgeous. Her breasts hardly sag at all and they’re so big. She asked me to touch them. I’d never touched another woman before. Her nipples felt hard and got harder when I squeezed them!”
Mom’s other hand let go of mine. As I described Delia making love to me, her hand moves to her crotch. She began rubbing herself through her panties, which I could see were damp. As her fingers pressed in on her slit, I could see the outline of her labia in the wet fabric.
“I licked her nipples and sucked on them. They tasted so good! Then she pulled off her panties. She’s got a shaved pussy, you know. By this time, I was sitting on her bed, and I was so close to her that I could smell her womanly scent. It was intoxicating!”
Mom’s hand moved faster, and she started breathing heavily.
“She pulled off my panties and ran her fingers through my bush. Then she touched me, put her fingers on my pussy. I’d never felt anything like that before!”
To my amazement, Mom dug her fingers under the edge of her panties and started rubbing her pussy directly. This was getting to be too much for me, relating my first lesbian experience and watching my own mother masturbate in front of me. I put my hand down my own panties and started rubbing my very wet pussy.
“She had me lay down and open my legs. She kissed my inner thighs and my hips started moving. When her tongue touched my pussy, it was like an surge of pleasure going through my body.”
Mom was moaning now softly, her eyes drifting down to watch me masturbate to the memory of Aunt Delia.
“Delia looked up at me from between my legs as she ate me out. She found my clit and sucked in on it. I could feel myself reaching for something, building to something. When her tongue thrust into me, I went over the top and came and came and came!”
Mom suddenly threw her head back and cried out, her hips thrusting back and forth. She was cumming right in front of me!
I couldn’t stand it any longer and had an orgasm, my pelvis bucking up and down. I couldn’t close my eyes as the sight of Mom cumming was an incredible turn on.
“Oh, oh, oh!” Mom repeated as she slowly rubbed her pussy.
As the orgasm passed, I saw the focus return to her eyes. Her eyebrows shot up as she realized what she had done.
“Oh, fuck!” she said, pulled her hand from her panties, stood up and ran inside.