Aftermath

AftermathSometimes we do things that have no rhyme or reason. We just do it without thinking. My name is Jillian Springston and I and my family live in a small town in Southern Indiana. If there were such a magazine called the “All American family”, the four of us could well be on the cover. By the four of us, I refer to myself and my husband of nineteen years Jake; my daughter Lisa and my son Brian,who just graduated from high school this past June. I of course am on the high end of thirty something, but I am still trim and shapely enough that most people think I’m younger.Rather than try to describe myself, I can tell you honestly that I look very much like Patricia Heaton, she of the “Everybody Loves Raymond” television series. At 5’7″ I would think that I am probably several inches taller than she, but in appearance, hair color and body shape, we are similar enough to be twins. Perhaps we were in some other lifetime.To get back to the no “rhyme or reason” thing, her name is Delores Cortez and she is a schoolmate of my daughter. She has the dark and sensual look of her Latin heritage, and as my son commented once, she has quite a “rack”. Rack in his terminology of course meaning breasts. And that “rack” she has was the start of a reluctant adventure for me.It was raining that day she stood on the porch ringing the doorbell. When I opened the door, she stood there with wetness dripping from her hair, her thin white blouse plastered against her. Suffice it to say that her “rack” was quite visible to my eyes as I invited her in, chiding her for walking in such a rainstorm. She had merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled at me.”It’s not that bad, Missus Springston, I like the rain.””I do too,” I laughed. “But I would much rather look at it through my window than walk in it. Oh dear, you must be chilled to the bone.””Nah, I’m okay. Lisa isn’t home, is she? I forgot that she had to stay for band practice today. Was you busy?””Not really,” I said, my eyes constantly returning to the front of her white blouse. I could actually see her nipples through the thin cotton material. Oddly enough, I could feel myself growing moist between my legs.I suppose I have always had some sort of strange attraction for the female breast. When I was five or six years old and she was baby sitting me for one reason or another, my mother’s sister, my Aunt Agnes, would often cradle me on her lap and open her blouse then let me suckle at her huge breasts. Once in a while she would rub me between my legs as I sucked eagerly at her titty, but I was too young to realize what was really happening. Then she married my Uncle Alex and they moved across country from us.Many times I would attempt to touch my mother’s breasts, but she would always push my hand away and tell me that it wasn’t nice to touch her like that. As I grew older and in high school around my daughter’s age, I would find myself stealing peeks at the other girl’s breasts whenever the opportunity presented itself, but I honestly didn’t attach any great significance to it. The reason I tell you all of this is because it might help to explain all that happened.”Delores… you might catch cold as wet as your things are, why don’t you let me put your blouse and your jeans in the dryer for a bit?” I couldn’t believe I was saying it as soon as the words tumbled from my lips.”Okay,” she shrugged and calmly pulled her blouse up and over her head and handed it to me. Then türbanlı düzce escort she unfastened her jeans and skimmed them down her shapely and muscular legs. Without thinking, I bent forward to pick her jeans up and found my face only inches from her crotch. I could plainly see the dark triangle of her pubic hairs through the thin and damp material of her underpants. My legs were hardly able to support me as I straightened up again and turned away from the girl, carrying her wet clothes across the kitchen and into the laundry room. Pushing them into the dryer, I braced myself with my hands on the edge of the dryer and tried desperately to regain my equilibrium. I was so sexually aroused that I was actually trembling. After a long minute, I took a deep breath and returned to the living room where Delores was half sitting and half laying on the sofa. It only took me a second to realize that she was posing.My heart fluttering in my chest, I sat down at the end of the sofa close to her now shoeless feet. She was looking at me silently through half hooded lids, an enigmatic smile curving the corners of her lips. Keeping my movement elaborately casual, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around her foot, squeezing lightly.”Ummm, I like my feet rubbed, Missus Springston.””Do you?” I asked. Without making any pretense about it, I looked openly and directly at her panty covered crotch. “What else do you like rubbed Delores?””Anythin’ you wanna rub,” she responded quickly, her Spanish accent very noticeable. “I like you.””You’re my daughter’s friend,” I said softly. “I wouldn’t say anythin’, Missus Springston… not to anybody!” Scooting herself slightly towards me, she lifted her free foot and rubbed her stockinged toes against the front of my blouse. “‘Specially not to Lisa.”Releasing her foot and not even pausing to consider what I was going to do, I turned and lay down full length on top of her, just as my husband has lain on me so many times. When I kissed her, she darted her tongue into my mouth, spreading her legs so that we lay belly to belly. After kissing and sucking at her tongue for a minute, I slid myself downward and pulled the cups of her still wet bra away from her breasts. She moaned softly as I sucked her turgid nipple between my lips, my tongue swirling. She groaned loudly. “You makin’ me hot,” she said huskily as she put her hand on top of my head and pushed. “I wan’ you should eat me.”It was if I were in some sort of dream. Realizing the sofa was much too short; I twisted off of it to the floor on my knees. She turned herself around to face me, quickly hiked her buttocks up and skimmed her panties down her legs, pulling one foot free. Hooking her legs over my shoulders in what could only be a practiced movement, she put her hand on the back of my head, pulling my face into her crotch. I closed my eyes, and for the first time in my life touched my lips to another female’s vagina. My nostrils quivered as I inhaled the musky aroma emanating from between her legs. I began licking her amateurishly then, pulling the lips of her vagina apart with my fingers as my tongue savored the exotic taste of her. My entire face pressed into her vagina, I put my arms under her thighs and lifted her up as if offering her vagina as a feast for myself. Eyes still closed; I attempted to fuck her with mouth and tongue even as I heard her voice drifting down türbanlı düzce escort bayan from somewhere above my head.”You eat pussy good, Missus Springston… but I hafta tell you somethin’… sometime I squirt when I come, hokay?”I was so aroused and excited, I couldn’t even comprehend what she was saying, nor did I care. I simply continued trying to burrow my entire face into her vagina, my tongue working feverishly. After what seemed minutes but could only have been seconds, her thighs clamped my head in a vise like grip as she smashed her crotch against my mouth.I could actually feel her vagina rhythmically begin to pulsate against my lips and tongue as she attained orgasm; myself swallowing convulsively as a liquid jet of slightly salty something spurted against my tongue. I realized it must be urine, but I willingly swallowed eagerly, not wanting to miss even a single drop as I felt my own insides tumble in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced… *Sitting there partially naked on the sofa, she didn’t seem to be the least bit embarrassed as I retrieved her clothing from the dryer. As I stood there watching her dress herself again, the enormity of my actions washed over me. “Delores? You’re still a minor. I could get in a lot of trouble if you told anyone what happened here today.” My voice sounded wooden and heavy to my ears. “Please don’t tell anyone… please?”She laughed. “Why would I tell anyone, Missus Springston? You think I’d wan’ anyone to know that I made out with an old woman? Sorry, no offense. What I’m sayin’ is that you don’ have to worry about anythin’ like that! Besides… I hit on you, not the other way aroun’!””What?””I knew Lisa won’t be home when I get here,” she grinned as she zipped her jeans. “I was just hopin’ you might be willin’ to play aroun’ a little. You’re a real pretty lady.”With a sudden flash of insight, I realized that what she was saying was true! The wet clothes and the willingness to strip them off in my living room; deliberately pushing her crotch into my face; laying on the sofa in her underwear as if in open invitation; it all added up now. I had been royally and easily seduced… and by an expert too! “How did you know I might want to… to do what I did?””I knew soon as I come in the door and seen how you was checkin’ out my tits,” she grinned. “There was a look in your eyes. Hey… Lisa should be home soon. I’d better get goin’, Missus Springston. And hey… don’ feel bad about getting’ it on with me… ya know? It mus’ run in the family.”Before I could ask her what she meant by that last remark, she was already out the door and gone.*I thought about what Delores had said just before leaving for the next couple of weeks. I also did some deep thinking about the feelings I was experiencing now in the aftermath. There was no sense in trying to delude myself… that the sex with Delores had been absolutely marvelous was a truth I would have to accept. I had loved the sensation of the softness of a female body beneath my own, rather than the muscled, rough hardness of a male. My biggest regret being that I hadn’t taken the time to remove my own clothing.But strangest of all was recalling my feelings when she had peed in my mouth. How eagerly I had accepted and swallowed it without a moment’s hesitation. Over the years I had of course read and heard things about so called “water türbanlı escort düzce sports”, always feeling a tinge of revulsion at the mere thought of tasting someone else’s urine. But now I began to understand how some people could come to enjoy it, if you’ll pardon the pun.*It was about three weeks after my little thing with Delores that my daughter confronted me. We were on our way to the mall to pick up a gift for her Father’s upcoming birthday. With me driving carefully through the early afternoon traffic that Saturday, Lisa and I had been chatting and making plans for Jake’s birthday party when she dropped the bombshell onto me.”Hey! I forgot to tell you that I invited some of the k**s from school to the party. Delores is coming, I’m sure you remember her, don’t you Mom?””Delores?” I asked nervously. “Is that the little Mexican girl?”She laughed. “Oh, c’mon Mom. I know you remember who she is! She told me all about it… you and her I mean. We’re close friends so we always tell each other everything. I’ve been meaning to ask you, how was it? Or rather… how was she?”My mind was spinning furiously as I searched for some sort of response. “C’mon Mom,” my daughter said. “Chill out! You’re white as a sheet! It’s okay, heck, I think it’s really cool!”Suddenly too nervous to deal with the traffic, I pulled over to the side of the street and parked. Turning off the ignition, I looked at my daughter. “Honey, you obviously know what happened,” I began nervously. “All I can say is that I am sorry! So very sorry! It was unforgivable of me, I know. I honestly don’t know what came over me, baby.” I brushed a tear from my eye. “I’m so ashamed that you even know about it!””Don’t be,” she giggled softly. “It’s not all your fault, Mom. Dee has had her eyes on you for quite a while now, and when Dee wants something, she knows how to get it! Besides, she asked me if it’d be okay before putting the make on you.. I’m the one who told her to go for it!” She giggled again. “If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re my Mom, I would have went after you myself!”I stared at her. “Lisa? Are you telling me that you’re a… a lesbian?””Nah, not really. I dig guys too,” she shook her head. “I just don’t want to take a chance on getting knocked up or anything. I guess maybe I’m BI. A lot of us girls at school swing both ways.””But you’re only s*******n,” I sighed. “I’ll be eighteen in two months. Besides, I’ve been dancing the horizontal mambo with other chicks since I was f******n.”The horizontal mambo? I shook my head and smothered a laugh. “Well, at least there’s a chance I’ll have grandk**s someday then.””Probably,” she agreed. “But I’m not going to get serious with a guy until I finish college. I want to go into criminal law some day. But stop changing the subject, okay? Did you or did you not enjoy sex with Delores?”I laughed. “You already sound like a lawyer, you little stinker! I can’t believe you’re grilling your own mother!””So did you?”Why try to deny it, I asked myself. “Yes,” I said. “I did enjoy it! Satisfied?””You didn’t tell Dad, did you?””Get serious! Your Father would kill me!””Maybe and maybe not,” she said. “I found a stash of Dad’s sex magazines hidden in his toolbox in the garage. They were mostly magazines of lesbians doing each other! The idea of it must be a turn-on for him. I’ll bet he’d like to get into a little three-way with you and another woman sometime.””Your Father?!?” “Yep! Wouldn’t surprise me at all. Hey, you want me to fix you up with another one of my girl friends?””Lisa!” I exclaimed. “Are you serious?””Sure, why not? They all think you’re a living doll!””Delores called me an ‘old lady’.””Well, you are,” she laughed. “But a sexy one. So you want me to or not, old lady?””Sure,” I said with a shrug as I started the car again. “Why not?”