Aftermath

By Lonelywine

Sometimes 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 who is seventeen;
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 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 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 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
kids 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 seventeen," I sighed.

"I’ll be eighteen in two months. Besides, I’ve been
dancing the horizontal mambo with other chicks since I
was fourteen."

The horizontal mambo? I shook my head and smothered a
laugh. "Well, at least there’s a chance I’ll have
grandkids 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?"