I stood there looking out the window of my bedroom. Down by the pool was my daughter, Heather, and her best friend, Mandy. They had their loungers opposite each other, so their heads were together and their bodies in opposite directions. It actually made sense since Mandy was much more sun-sensitive, she faced away, while Heather, who never seemed to burn, aimed herself right at the sun. Mandy also wore sunglasses … I could help thinking about what occurred earlier.
Mandy had come in and rubbed herself on my leg! She orgasmed and then walked away like it was something that happened every day. I retreated upstairs and tried to wrap my head around it. I took off my leggings and when I went to put on a new pair I realized my panties were soaked through. After I changed them, I sat for a few minutes trying to get my head back on straight just staring at the leggings in my hand. As I went to put them on, I spotted the two of them by the pool. I wondered if Mandy had told Heather about what she had done. I thought, “No, she wouldn’t do that. Heather wouldn’t understand it.”
. . .
“She’s watching us.” Mandy said suddenly. When Heather went to move, “No, just lay there. Don’t let her know. She’s in the window of her bedroom just standing there. I really want to know what she’s thinking?”
“Mandy, she’s probably thinking you are some kind of raving lunatic and she’s thinking how to get you away from her virginal, sweet, and innocent daughter.”
Mandy almost choked on that line. “Sweet, yea you do taste kinda sweet, but I think you lost the halo a long time ago!”
“Sure, but she doesn’t know that! The last time she tried to talk about sex she got all red-faced and tongue-tied. It was hilarious. I thought about offering her some pointers, but figured she might expire on the spot.”
Mandy laughed as she kept an eye on Rebecca. “OMG, I think she’s …”
. . .
I saw the two girls talked, but my focus was really on Mandy. The young girl had blossomed into a very attractive young woman. “It’s funny how I hardly realized all the changes going on right in front of me. Those two have known each other for years.” Without really noticing, the air conditioner kicked in and the vent right below the window blew a stream of cold air right up my legs. I shivered slightly and placed a hand on my pussy, blocking the cold airflow. That’s when I realized my new, clean pair of panties were also getting damp.
I pressed a hand to myself and damn near had to grab the wall to stay upright. “What the hell is happening to me?” I closed my eyes briefly and stubbornly moved that betraying hand away.
When I opened my eyes, I was looking right at Mandy and swore she was looking back.
. . .
“Heather, turn your head, make like you are dozing.”
“What are you up to?”
“I think your Mom is masturbating. I want to give her some — incentive.” Mandy swung one arm down from over her head and laid her hand over the top of her bikini bottoms.
She wasn’t sure Rebecca reacted but hadn’t moved from the window. Then she opened her legs a little and cupped her pussy. When Rebecca still didn’t move, she exaggerated rubbing up and down slowly and almost shouted in triumph when she saw …
. . .
I saw Heather turn her head away from Mandy and was on the verge of leaving when Mandy shifted. She had brought one arm and placed her hand over herself. “That’s such a sexy pose.” I thought and then just as I castigated myself for that thought, I saw Mandy open her legs and rub herself. My own pussy flared hot as I grabbed the wall to steady myself.
I had this overwhelming urge to touch myself, something I rarely did and never this early. I felt feverish as I couldn’t stop watching Mandy tease herself. I pressed my thighs together, hoping to stop the frantic itch that had developed, but it only made things worse. I glanced down for a moment and saw my off-white panties were showing a darkening spot that was growing larger by the moment.
When I looked back up I saw Mandy had raised one knee and opened it wide, leaning it against the chaise armrest. Her hand was now tucked inside her suit bottoms and was moving faster. I couldn’t believe what she was doing a foot away from Heather, I also couldn’t believe the effect it was having on me. I tore my eyes away from Mandy’s ministrations and realized she had also taken off her sunglasses and was looking right up at the window. I panicked and moved away quickly.
. . .
“Aww, she left!” Mandy said quietly, knowing Heather could hear her.
“Did you think otherwise? She going to decide you are a bad influence on me if you keep this up.” Heather grinned.
“Me? On you? Heather, if she knew half of the things you have done, she’d disown you!”
“And when she finds out you were with me every step of the way?”
“Since I am already the ‘bad influence’ she’ll just blame me unless I can convince her otherwise. Can I crash here tonight?”
“In the spare room, like normal? Or are you going to sneak into mom’s bed instead of mine this time?”
“A girl can dream, can’t she?”
“Maybe you can talk her into a massage?”
“Oh, now you are just teasing me and getting my hopes up.”
Heather laughed, “You’ve been thinking about massages after watching that porn clip of Abella massaging that one other girl? When her hand went down the girl’s butt, you came! Deny it if you will, but I was there at that sleepover. Your hand was under you, your ass pulled so tight and as much as you hid it from the other girls, I know you!”
“Okay, but I wasn’t the only one! Donna and Barb got real quiet watching that scene too!”
“True, I did notice some shifting on who was sleeping in whose room after that one. I think the whole swim team turned a little lesbian after that video.”
“And aren’t we glad! Meet trips were so much more fun after that! You never did get into the assistant coach’s room, did you?”
Heather grinned at that memory, “It wasn’t for a lack of trying. Hmmm, I wonder what would happen if I ran into her today, now that I’m not her student?”
Mandy giggled, “And you call me ‘incorrigible’?”
. . .
I sat on the edge of my bed confused as all get out. “I am not gay! I can’t be having these feelings toward not just another woman, but one so young!” I repeated that like a mantra several times, but the image of Mandy on the chaise refused to go away, and the longer I sat there, the more confused I became. “Maybe a shower will help.” As I got up I realized I might need to make it a cold shower.
