This is true. I changed everybody's names to avoid major embarrassment. It is also the hottest thing that ever happened to me.
I got a major shock after my daughter came home from her first year of college on Spring Break last week. It was my fault and I can’t blame anybody else, but it has shaken up my world. I have seen other stories from mothers here on the internet that I felt that I could share this here, anonymously, and probably not get in any trouble. (Yep, the names are changed to protect the guilty)
Elly came home from school with a load of laundry (I did that for her), a pile of books to study (didn’t happen. Never did on my spring breaks, either), begging for some home-cooked meals. She and I have been living together since her father disappeared when she was about two years old. I work as a Registered Nurse and make a decent living, so we did OK, even with me having to work odd shifts at times.
Elly had a pretty normal childhood and adolescence and she was always pretty open with me about what she was doing, asking the right questions at the right times. I made sure that she got into the clinic for her birth control and stayed out of her business, mostly, except as she asked.
She and her best friend from elementary school were out together the first three nights that she was home, so I was just taking care of the house and cleaning up when I nudged the mouse on her computer and the screen came to life.
I saw that she had an email open from her bestie and, against my better judgement, I stopped to read it. It was a very explicit love letter in which Joanie, her bestie, told Elly how much she loved her and how she missed her and what she planned to do with her, in great detail. It left nothing to the imagination and I was amazed at how wet my panties got reading about my daughter’s sex life. It was very clear that they had been intimate for a long time, certainly way back in high school, and that they had tried pretty much everything two women can do together.
I, to my shame, looked through her other emails and checked her “out” box as well, finding similar letters from her to Joanie. That didn’t help the swamp that had formed in my panties.
We had discussed sex in great detail and I know that Elly had not been a virgin when she went away to college. She had had more than one boyfriend, but they didn’t seem to last for more than a few months before they broke up for one reason or another. She never really mentioned any particular leanings toward lesbian sex, though. I don’t know whether she was embarrassed or just wanted to keep that part of her life private and it didn’t matter to me.
I was sitting at her computer reading one of her letters to Joanie and I had my skirt hiked up with my panties pulled aside when I heard a gasp and looked up and saw her in the doorway. Caught with my hand, literally, in the cookie jar, I didn’t know what to do or say.
Elly solved the problem by kneeling down and hugging me closely and kissing my cheek. All I could do was hug her back and try to smooth down my skirt. I apologized to her immediately for violating her privacy and she stopped me with a finger on my lips and told me that she was sorry she had left that file open, but she was in a hurry to meet Joanie for a shopping trip and dinner. She had only stopped in to pick up a warmer jacket and found me in her room.
She looked me in the eye and said, “Mom, I’ve been so afraid to tell you, but I think I’m a Lesbian. I was so afraid you would be mad at me.”
I hugged her to me and kissed her cheek and then said, “Honey, you could never disappoint me. I love you whatever you are and you know that.”
She looked at me anxiously for a moment and seemed to come to a decision. “Mom, wait just a minute, will you?”
I said I would and she got her phone out of her purse and made a call. “Joanie, I have to cancel our dinner date tonite. Mom needs me for something. Is that OK with you? Can we do it tomorrow? Maybe a sleepover?
OK, hon, I love you and I’ll call you tomorrow, K?”
She hung up and put her phone away and turned to me.
“You didn’t have to do that, sweetie! We will have lots of time before you go back to school. That’s why I took the week off, to be with you.”
She said, “No, mom, I really had to. Anyway, Joanie and I have spent every waking hour together and I need some time with you. She understands. We were talking about that earlier, so she’s totally down with it.”
She walked back to me and then sat on my lap, straddling my legs, facing me. She lifted up my face and kissed me on my lips.
It was not a little girl kiss. She really gave me all she had and even slipped her tongue in my mouth. I was shocked for the second time that day and just automatically responded, meeting her tongue with mine. We kissed for long moments before we broke apart for a deep breath.
“I love you, mom.”
“I love you, too, sweetie.”
“Yes, I know that, but I want you to know that I love you the way a woman loves her lover, not just the way a girl loves her mom.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just held her close to me and kissed her again. She took that as a sign that I was OK with it. I hadn’t thought it very far, but in retrospect, I wanted her as much as she seemed to want me.
She got up from my lap and I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy under her mini. She just took my hand and pulled me to my feet and then held me closely, our boobs squishing each other’s and kissed me again, deeply and for a very long time.
It had been years since I had kissed a woman for real and I was rediscovering just how wonderful a kisser a woman can be. It was intoxicating. I was caressing her back and her hair, but she began to hold and caress my butt with one hand and the side of my breast with the other. She was working my skirt up my thighs and finally got her hand on my bare butt and then around to the front to feel my mound and labia.
“Mmmmm, you’re very wet, mom.”
“I’ve been that way since I read the last letter Joanie sent you. You two are a very hot item, aren’t you?”
“Oh, yeah, we have been since 9th grade.”
“9th grade? Really??”
“Oh, yeah! What do you think we did on all those sleepovers, anyway?”
“I wish I had known long ago.”
“I came close to telling you a few times, mom. You know, you gave us the idea.”
“I did? I don’t remember talking about sex with girls.”
She hesitated for a moment and then said, “Do you remember a certain box you hid in the top of your closet?”
I felt the heat of a deep blush into my cheeks. I weakly said, “Oh, you found that one, did you?”
“Yes, mom, we did and it opened my eyes to a lot of things. It was on a sleepover when you were out somewhere that I showed it to Joanie, too.
“It was the sexiest thing I ever saw and Joanie thought so, too. After we saw pictures of you with that other girl, we had to try it too and we’re still at it, every chance we get.”
“Oh, honey, that is so embarrassing. I can’t believe that you found those old pictures.”
“We definitely did and you so inspired us! Who is that other girl? I never saw her.”
I was a dark shade of red and kept blushing. I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but I said, “She was my college roomie. We roomed together all through college and for a while after we graduated. I would have married her if she hadn’t been killed in a car accident.”
Elly became very quiet. “You were really in love with her, weren’t you?”
I looked up, “Yes. If it happened today, I would have asked her to marry me. For real.
“As it happens, it was about a year before I could face facts and I was a mess. I met your father and fell for him and we had you and then he ran off. I’ve always been so happy that you were born, but if it weren’t for that car crash, there would never have been a chance to get pregnant. I just wasn’t into guys at all, I was so in love with Kathy.”
“Mom, I hope that you aren’t mad that I looked at your pictures. You looked so amazing and so sexy. Joanie and I learned a lot and we wanted to thank you for teaching us as much as you did.”
“Honey, I guess it’s water under the bridge now, but I wish you had asked first.”
“Hmmmm, what would you have said if I asked you to let me look at your amateur lezzie porn?”
I laughed and said, “I would have hidden them better, of course.”
I laughed along with her, “I’m glad that you didn’t. My sex life with Joanie is amazing, you know.
“Mom, have you dated any other girls since dad left?”
“Yes, honey, now and then I meet a nice woman and we have some fun together. I haven’t met anybody who made me feel like Kathy did, though. She was my truest love.”
She began to kiss me again and said, “Well, I love you truly and truly.”
She pushed her knee between my thighs and held me closer, rubbing against my pussy with her knee through our clothes. I could feel just how wet and squishy I had become and her leg felt wonderful between mine. I began to move against her involuntarily and my breathing sped up.
“I love you truly and truly, too, Elly. You mean the world to me, you know.”
She nodded and just began to kiss me all around my face, my lips, my neck and shoulders until I began to breathe heavier.
Taking my hand, she led me to her bed and sat down, pulling me to sit next to her. She kissed me again, like a lover, and began to hold and lightly stroke my breasts through my blouse. I returned the favor and realized that my daughter was seducing her mother and I didn’t mind in the least, despite the taboo nature of what she was doing.
The next thing I knew, she had me on my back and she was half lying on top of me as she kissed me and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I took a deep breath and pulled her top up and then reached behind her to unclip her bra. She smiled at me as I took her bra straps off of her arms and admired her lovely little breasts. Her nipples were erect and about a half inch long, centered in deep read aureolas that plainly ached to be kissed.
I did not resist temptation and took them in my mouth, licking her nipples to ever more firmness. She moaned as I nibbled on her breasts, breathing shallowly and rapidly until she began to moan and then she had a lovely orgasm, gasping in her pleasure. My breasts are just as sensitive and I’m pleased that she gets as much enjoyment out of hers as I do mine.
After she recovered, she wasted no time. She put her hand under my skirt and into my panties, fingering my soggy vagina and rubbing my clit with her thumb as she kissed me deeply. It didn’t take much of this activity to set off fireworks in my skull as well. I blacked out for just a moment as I was screaming my way through a wonderful orgasm.
When I came to, my daughter was holding me and rocking me in her arms and telling me she loved me. I have never felt so loved and appreciated.
We slept together that night and every night of Spring Break, except the night that Joanie slept over and in Elly’s bed. I fingered myself to three wonderful cums as I heard them moaning and screaming together in Elly’s room. Elly has promised me a threesome as soon as she and Joanie get home for the summer.
I can’t wait!