I once slept with my girlfriends mother. 'Tammy' and I had been dating for about 4 months. We had an open relationship - she was bisexual and wanted to continue seeing boys, I am 100% lesbian and usually have more than one woman in my life at any given time anyway. What I didn't know was that her mother was bisexual as well. Her parents had divorced years before, so it was just Tammy and her 40 year old mother 'Diana' living at the house. I always thought she was a pretty cool Mom. I mean, she had to know Tammy and I were fucking in her house. Even if she'd never heard us doing it, she did catch us snuggling half-naked under a blanket together, watching tv late one night.
Anyway, Diana and I were sort of friends whether she knew I was her daughter's lover or not. Because of that, I'd stop by the house frequently, even if Tammy was gone. Which is what I did one summer evening while Tammy was away at some college retreat thing. Diana had just come home from a date, so she was dressed up beautifully, but wasn't in the happiest of moods. Apparently the date didn't go well at all and she was feeling down on herself. At one point she referred to herself as unattractive, and I interrupted her and told her that was far from true. That seemed to spark something between us, because 10 minutes later we were talking and drinking wine together on the couch. 15 minutes after that we were really close, giving each other a peck here and there. 10 minutes after that, her dress and heels were on her bedroom floor next to my jeans and flannel and we were wildly making love on her bed.
I've heard of several men who have fantasies about having relationships with a mother and her daughter, but that's just not very common in the lesbian circles. If it wasn't bad enough that I slept with her that night, we continued our affair through the next 6 days. Each day after work, I'd go to diana's house and we'd spend the evening hanging out, watching movies, and eventually having sex. This went on everyday until Tammy came home. To top it all off, Diana and I made love one last time on sunday afternoon, then swore to never ever tell Tammy (or anyone else ) what happened. 9 hours later, after Tammy had arrived home, she and I had 'welcome home' sex on her basement couch. I kind of find the idea of kissing Tammy with taste of her mother still on my lips both revolting and erotic at the same time. But now I've confessed, and I feel better - even though this is anonymous.
Anyway, Diana and I were sort of friends whether she knew I was her daughter's lover or not. Because of that, I'd stop by the house frequently, even if Tammy was gone. Which is what I did one summer evening while Tammy was away at some college retreat thing. Diana had just come home from a date, so she was dressed up beautifully, but wasn't in the happiest of moods. Apparently the date didn't go well at all and she was feeling down on herself. At one point she referred to herself as unattractive, and I interrupted her and told her that was far from true. That seemed to spark something between us, because 10 minutes later we were talking and drinking wine together on the couch. 15 minutes after that we were really close, giving each other a peck here and there. 10 minutes after that, her dress and heels were on her bedroom floor next to my jeans and flannel and we were wildly making love on her bed.
I've heard of several men who have fantasies about having relationships with a mother and her daughter, but that's just not very common in the lesbian circles. If it wasn't bad enough that I slept with her that night, we continued our affair through the next 6 days. Each day after work, I'd go to diana's house and we'd spend the evening hanging out, watching movies, and eventually having sex. This went on everyday until Tammy came home. To top it all off, Diana and I made love one last time on sunday afternoon, then swore to never ever tell Tammy (or anyone else ) what happened. 9 hours later, after Tammy had arrived home, she and I had 'welcome home' sex on her basement couch. I kind of find the idea of kissing Tammy with taste of her mother still on my lips both revolting and erotic at the same time. But now I've confessed, and I feel better - even though this is anonymous.
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