In a few moments he was finished with her front, having ignored the area above her breast, she let him get away with that. Didn’t want to push him too hard, besides, her back was going to be quite revealing. She turned over and Richie quickly started to rub the lotion onto her back, up near her shoulders. He was masterful. His hands put just the right amount of pressure and it felt like wonderful massage, especially as his hands moved down towards the small of her back. He paused there, her ass was almost completely visible with the tiny, thong-like bikini.
“Don’t let my tush burn!” she said, wiggling it and trying to sound playful. She heard him suck in air. She was nervous too. She felt his hands tentatively feel her ass, touching the warm, taut skin. Her ass was her favorite feature and in a few minutes she could tell that he liked it as well, his hands were all over it and it felt amazing. She felt her pussy becoming sopping wet and she hoped that he didn’t notice. Finally, he worked his way down her legs and he was finished. She rolled back over and saw him quickly dive over, rolling onto his stomach and she grinned this was working so well and she was enjoying it, even if she felt bad about it.
This was now part of the routine. By the end of the week, she didn’t need to ask anymore. He just came out when he got home from school at grabbed the lotion. He seemed to be enjoying himself too, becoming more comfortable, even complimenting her, tentatively, on her body as he rubbed in the lotion. She decided to throw one more twist into the works on Thursday afternoon, just to test him out.
She had allowed him to put the lotion on her front again. It was starting to become normal for him to just happen to accidentally brush the bottom of her breast and she smiled as she turned over. This was working so much more easily than she had expected.
“I am starting to get a tan-line,” she said, “Can you un-tie my top honey?”
“Ok,” he said, he didn’t say much to her during their pool time. It was so out of character for the usually chattering Richie. He was very obedient and she liked it. She could have had men turn into putty for her all her life, if only she’d realized it. He untied her top and slowly began to work in the lotion. He spent a lot of time on her ass and she knew that it was his favorite part and it made her proud. She could hear him breathing shallowly.
“Okay mom,” he said finally, “I am done.”
“Thank you sweetheart,” she said and then quickly rolled over and sat up. She felt the cold breeze against her nipples but pretended she didn’t. The bikini top hung around her neck like a necklace and her breast were fully exposed, showing her teardrop shaped breasts and pink nipples. She looked over at her son and smiled, still pretending. His eyes were giant and he was staring right at her.
“What is it?” she said, trying her best at acting although she could tell he wasn’t really capable of listening at this point anyway, “Is there something on my face?” She shook her hair, trying to look sexy. Then she looked down.
“Sorry mom!” he said quickly.
“Oh my goodness, why didn’t you tell me,” Kitty said and then slowly went about the business of putting the bikini top back on. He was still staring at her, not even aware that he should probably look away, he was an 18 year old kid and completely entranced by a beautiful body. He didn’t seem to care that it was his mother’s body. It appeared as though he was ready, but was she?
Chapter 4: A Friend’s Sister
During that same time Rachael wasn’t just waiting around. She had been more shaken after the conversation with Ariel. She had walked home in an absolute fog. She couldn’t really focus on the issue, her mind kept wandering to other mundane things and then it would snap back into her mind, making her feel sick and miserable. How could this have happened? How was she in this mess?
She started to think about where this situation had begun, where she had started having feelings for Kitty and when she had turned into a lesbian. But the thing was that she had no idea about any of those things. Everything had happened so easily, she just didn’t know any other way to be.
Now that she was able to be honest with herself and to really explore her feelings she came to a few striking realizations. The first was that she was incredibly happy with her life, or at least had been before Ariel became involved. She loved all of her friends, she adored cheerleading, and she liked that boys drooled after her, even if she wasn’t interested in them sexually. But that was the nut of the problem.
There was one girl in the school who was an open lesbian. Her name was Lisa and she played on the softball team and was all of the cliches that people associated with lesbianism. She was a bit masculine, she was strong and athletic, she had a deeper voice, a bit chubby, and was a bit aggressive. Furthermore, she tended to alienate girls and discomfit boys. It didn’t matter that she was a very nice person when you got to know her (Rachael knew Lisa when they were younger and had been friendly acquaintances if not friends). But that wasn’t Rachael. She wasn’t just suppressing some sort of inner stereotypical lesbian; she was a lesbian and girly-girly.
Anytime she considered telling anyone about herself she knew what would happen. There would be some people who would reject her and that would be tough. But there wouldn’t be many of them and they wouldn’t be the kinds of people that she really cared about. The worse problem would be her friends and her family, the people she was close to. They would still love her, but the question would be, “Really?” it would be, “Is this some kind of a phase?” and maybe even worse, “Why do you do that when you are so pretty and popular and whatever?” She couldn’t deal with those questions. They would ask them and they would make her angry. She didn’t want to have to justify who she was just because she figured out who she was when she was in high school. It wasn’t her fault that her mother and most of the people she knew didn’t really know who they were yet.