A Surprise Mother

Growing up, my life was damn near perfect. We weren't rich, but we lived comfortably, and Mom and Dad were absolutely the best parents that a girl could possibly hope for. That made it hurt all the more when it all fell apart. I was fourteen when Dad got sick and died. I won't go in to the details, but it was horrible. Horrible and hereditary. Being fourteen and facing death for the first time, I lost it. I was absolutely certain that I was doomed. Then Mom told me that I didn't have to worry; Dad and I were not biologically related. She also told me that, biologically, she's my aunt, and that they adopted me when my birth mother left. What I could have taken from that was how awesome Mom and Dad were for loving me like their own. What I did take from it was that my mother didn't want me. I couldn't lash out at my mother for that, so I packaged that pain and anger up as righteous indignation that my parents had hid from me that I was adopted. While Mom was suffering, mourning the loss of her soulmate, I was being a total bitch. In return, she gave me nothing but love and understanding.

When I turned sixteen, Mom sat me down for "The Talk". She offered to take me to the doctor to get birth control pills and keep me stocked with condoms. Ostensibly, Mom was worried that I'd end up a teenage mother and ruin my life. Digging a bit deeper, though, I think her real fear was that I'd get pregnant and run off like my mother did. Mom loved her sister deeply, and it broke her heart when she left. I knew how I could ease Mom's fears, but I was terrified to do so. I decided that I had to tell Mom the truth. She didn't have to worry about me getting pregnant, because I'm a lesbian. I'm not sure what I was expecting, maybe shouting, denial, possibly a slap. Mom looked at me silently for a moment, then took me in her arms, kissed my forehead and said, "Ok, baby. Thank you for trusting me with that. I love you, so much." And with that, Mom flushed my fear and anxiety away with love and acceptance.

Mom didn't date any while I was in high school. I think she wanted to keep my life as stable as possible. When I graduated, she started dating again, though without much luck. Compared to Dad, virtually any man would come up short. Still, Mom was optimistic and lonely, so she kept on trying. I kept hoping Mom would find someone to make her happy again.

One weekend in my junior year of college, I came home to visit Mom for the weekend. Though she tried to hide it, it was obvious that Mom was distressed.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"I got stood up. I waited an hour, texted him a couple of times and heard nothing. I texted to ask if he was ok, and nothing. I called to see if he was ok this morning and some woman answered the phone."

"I'm sorry, Mom. He's an idiot to let you go."

"Thanks, baby. I thought this one was actually going to work. It feels like all the good men are already taken and all that's left just want to rut and run. And they're not even any fucking good at that! It's two thrusts, a grunt, and then gone. I don't know why I keep trying."

"Well, have you, um, maybe considered... women?"

"I don't think I could. I mean, I enjoyed your Dad far too much to be a lesbian."

"You could be bi. Haven't you ever looked at a girl and thought that she's hot?"

"Well, yeah, of course I have. I never really felt a drive to try to pick them up, though. I wouldn't even know where to begin."

"How about I introduce you to my friend, Francesca? She's pretty and she's a lot of fun. And if you two hit it off and decide to do more than just hang out, she's even more fun."

"Fuck it, let's do it. It's not like I have anything to lose."

I called Francesca and set up the date for the following weekend. I went to Mom's the day before their date to help Mom get ready; mainly reassuring her that she could do this. The day of, I was almost as nervous as Mom. Finally we heard a car pull in the driveway, and ran to the window.

Mom exclaimed, "Oh my god, she's gorgeous!" Mom definitely wasn't wrong there. Francesca's about 5'8", with long, wavy auburn hair and emerald green eyes. Her little black dress lovingly hugged her soft curves. Hell, even her name was dripping with sex appeal. Memories of Francesca's pussy on my face made my mouth water.

I opened the door when the bell rang. Francesca and I embraced and kissed each other on the cheek, European style. Francesca looked at Mom with an almost predatory gaze. "You said your Mom was beautiful, but that really doesn't do her justice."

Mom blushed a deep red. "Thank you. You're, well, stunning is the word that comes to mind."

"Ok, so we're all in agreement. You're both incredibly sexy and are going to make everyone envious. Now, go have fun and don't do anything that I wouldn't do!"

Francesca winked at me. "Don't worry, there won't be any men where I'm taking your Mom."

A little after 1 in the morning, my phone range. Caller ID said it was my Mom. "Hey Mom, everything ok?"

In a slightly slurred voice, she responded, "Yeah, baby, we're just a bit too drunk to drive home. Can you come pick us up?"

"Sure, Mom. Where are you?"

"A bar. The Rose of Venus. You know the place?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'll be there in about half an hour."

When I got there, Francesca had Mom up against the wall, kissing her passionately. I expected them to look up when a car pulled in and bathed them with its headlights, but they were far too preoccupied for such trivialities. When they hadn't looked up after a couple of minutes, I got out of the car and walked up to them. When that got no response, I put a hand on Mom's shoulder and ran the other down Francesca's back. "C'mon, you two, let's get you home."

It took a bit of doing, but eventually I got them both seat-belted in in the back. They didn't notice me adjusting the rear-view mirror. When the day started, I was worried that Mom would be too nervous to even kiss Francesca, so I was very surprised when I saw Mom fondling Francesca's breasts. Mom's dress was loose and frilly, so I could just barely make out the shape of Francesca's hand up between Mom's legs.

When we got home, I announced our arrival and asked if I should make up the guest bedroom for Francesca. Mom said, "No need, baby. She can sleep in my bed tonight."

The next morning, I was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee when Francesca came down. "Good morning, Janet. Can you, um, give me a ride to pick up my car?"

"Sure, you want a cup of coffee first?"

"That'd be great, but I have to pass. I have to get to work."

On the way back to the bar, I asked, "So, you two have fun last night?"

"Yeah, it was wonderful."

"How was Mom?"

"If you're asking if I enjoyed her company, yes. She's sweet, funny, and very interesting. If you're asking if she was ok in bed, first, that's a kinky as fuck thing for you to ask. Second, she was fucking amazing. If I get another chance to have her between my legs, I'm going to jump at it."

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed her. It'd mean the world to her if you'd text her and let her know that you enjoyed yourself. It'd be even better if you called her."

When I got home, Mom was at the table looking a bit forlorn. I expected that I knew what the problem was; Mom doesn't have the highest self-esteem. "What's wrong, Mom?"

"When I woke up, Francesca was gone. She must have came to her senses and regretted sleeping with an old woman."

"Mom, I took her to pick up her car, because she had to go to work. She said that she had really enjoyed herself and that she really enjoyed your company."

"Really?" Mom looked a bit happier. Just then, the slight ding of a text message. Mom glanced down at it and started glowing.

"What is it, Mom?" She held up her phone to show me the message. It was from Francesca, of course, and read, "Had a wonderful time last night. You were amazing. Call you later, love."

Mom and Francesca dated for several months, spending nearly every weekend together, getting more brazen as they went on. One afternoon, I came home early to find Mom and Francesca 69'ing on the sofa. I gasped and apologized profusely.

Mom put her arm around me and said, "No, baby, I'm sorry. We didn't expect you home this early. Francesca, let's go upstairs." They went upstairs, hand-in-hand, making no effort to cover themselves. I have to admit that what I saw that day crept into my fantasies from time to time while playing with myself.

Eventually, Mom and Francesca split up. Their parting was amicable; Francesca's a bit more of a party animal than Mom. For their time together, Mom was more self-confident and willing to go after what she wanted, and for that I'll always be grateful to Francesca. After that, Mom dated several women off and on before she met Stacy.

While Mom was out having fun, I was busy finishing college and finding a job. I was lucky enough to find a job I ended up with a great job at a company providing services for wealthy clientele who highly value their anonymity. My mentor, Margot, at the company showed me the ropes and filled me in on some of the less official aspects. One particularly important thing that she shared with me was the tradition of taking clients for a girls night out to The Wet Kitty to celebrate making a deal.

I remember my first trip to The Wet Kitty like it was yesterday. My first Friday at the company, Margot stopped by my office, saying she had something else to show me. When we arrived, we were greeted by two men built like gorillas on steroids, dressed in tuxedos. They verified that we were expected, then opened the doors and bowed slightly.

The reception area had a red carpet leading across marble floors to the hostess' podium. The gorgeous Asian lady behind the podium smiled warmly. "Ah, Margot! So good to see you again."

"Sharon, a pleasure as always. I'd like you to meet my protege, Janet."

Sharon smiled at me and extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Janet." I couldn't help but notice her long, elegant fingers, ending in perfectly manicured nails. Her skin was so warm and soft. Releasing my hand, she turned to her colleague, "Adriana, will you show our guests to their table?"

The statuesque blond led us through heavy velvet drapes and into a warmly lit hallway with dark wood paneling. A series of hallways branched off from the main one and Adriana led us down one. We finally reached a beautifully decorated door, which Adriana opened for us. "Here we are, ladies. I hope you enjoy your time with us."

Looking into the room, I could see that it was decorated with tasteful nudes and held a semi-circular booth and table. That's when it occurred to me that I hadn't seen any tables out; they must all be in rooms like this. Coming here, I had no idea what to expect, but it definitely wasn't this. I thought we'd be going to something like a club, maybe even an upscale strip joint.

Margot slipped into the booth first and slid to the far end. I followed and a cute brunette in lingerie stepped into the room. She placed menus on the table for us and asked if she could get us started with anything. Margot got things started, ordering a zinfandel and cheese board.

By the time our waitress returned with the wine, Margot had a distracted smile. As the wine was being poured, Margot told me that there was a woman under the table eating her pussy, and that as soon as she was done, it'd be my turn. I wasn't sure if she was serious or just pulling my chain at first. When our waitress returned to take our order, there was no question; Margot was panting and moaning.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself, ma'am. Would you like your usual?"

Margot could only nod in assent.

Turning to me, the waitress asked, "And you, ma'am?"

"Um, I'll have what she's having."

"I'm sure you will, and quite soon from the look of things. I'll have your meals out shortly."

Our waitress hadn't been gone long when Margot arched her back and screamed, "Oh holy fucking shit! So good, so good!" A moment later, I felt my skirt flipped up and hands on my knees, pushing them apart. When I gasped in surprise, Margot turned to me and said, "Now it's your turn, dear." The look on her face made me think of a tiger that had recently fed well, but one that may still eat me if I let her. I'm honestly not sure which was more arousing, the tongue on my pussy or the lust on Margot's face.

By the time our meals arrived, Margot had regained her composure, but I wasn't sure how much longer I'd keep mine. Margot trailed her finger down my arm, then took my hand. "That's it, love. Give in to the sensations you're feeling. Embrace your sensuality. It's such a delightful bonding experience to get to watch someone orgasm. You get to see them at their most vulnerable, see who they are when the masks are gone."

When I was ready to cum, I brought my hand up to muffle my cries. Margot pulled my hand from my mouth. "It's ok, love. These rooms are sound-proofed. Embrace your orgasm, feel it flow through your body and let your body respond as it will." She was stroking my hair and staring into my eyes when I came. Margot traced my jawline, then cupped my cheek. "You are so beautiful in the throes of your orgasm, love." Margot's mask of formality was so much sexier since I knew the lustful creature that it was hiding. She was right, our shared orgasm had forged a stronger bond between us.

On our way back to the office, Margot told me that one of the perks of working at our company was a membership at The Wet Kitty. The company would pick up the cost of entertaining a client, but we could book time for ourselves and guests. I sat quietly while she explained. I didn't speak after she finished, just sat there chewing my lower lip.

"Something on your mind, love?"

"What's the policy about sleeping with clients? Or... with coworkers?"

"First, one must be discreet. Second, it's best not to make too much of a habit of it, lest one develop a reputation. Why do you ask, love?"

"Well, back there you looked at me like you really wanted to fuck me. I've never seen that kind of lust in someone's eyes. It made me feel really desirable. And horny. If I didn't misread the situation and you still feel that way, I'd love to, well, you know." I don't know why I had such a hard time expressing myself, as I'm usually very confident. There was just something about Margot, though. She's old enough to be my mother, but she's so elegant and sexy, especially when she's cumming.

"If you truly mean that, dear, there's a quaint little motel on our way. It's clean and I trust them to respect our privacy. If you want, I'd be happy to get us a room there and spend the rest of the day exploring that delectable body of yours."

She knew just what to say to make my pussy gush. I nodded and, with a dry mouth, rasped, "Yes. Yes, please."

Moments that felt like lifetimes later, we were in the motel room. Margot removed my clothes slowly, carefully, with an almost religious solemnity. I felt almost embarrassed standing there, completely nude as her eyes slid across every inch of my body. I was about to cover myself when she finally spoke, "Such an exquisite beauty." She dropped to her knees and lightly ran her finger across my lips, then slid it into me. Margot pulled her finger back out, looked up at me, then sucked it clean. "Your pussy is so pretty, and delicious too! I will truly enjoy eating you, love. Why don't you lay down and I'll join you momentarily?"

I did as I was told and was treated to a strip tease sexier than I could have ever imagined. With her back to me, Margot unclasped her bra, letting it slide from her shoulders. When she turned to face me, it was clear that their slight sag did nothing to diminish the glory of her breasts. So full, topped with large brown areolas and nipples hard enough to cut glass; my hands ached to hold them. Finally, Margot slid her lacy panties down, revealing a luscious strawberry blond bush, trimmed into a neat triangle pointing directly at her clit.

Margot climbed on the bed, her knees on either side of my hips, then leaned forward. Staring into my eyes, her lips a hair's breadth from mine, she whispered, "Do you still want this?" With this beautiful, mature woman staring into my soul, it was pointless to try to deny my desire. I said yes and immediately felt her soft lips on mine. We kissed with a passion and intensity like it was the last kiss any two people would ever share.

Margot broke our kiss, then repositioned into a 69. The scent of Margot's wet pussy was intoxicating and I couldn't wait to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. I eagerly ran my tongue between Margot's engorged lips and she gave me a mouthful of her honey. She tasted even better than I could have imagined.

We were really going at it when Margot said, "Put a finger in my arse, sweet girl!" I was a bit shocked, but what the hell, if that's what Margot wanted, that's what she was going to get. I coated my index finger with her natural lube, then slipped it into her ass. After a couple minutes of fingering, she said, "Another! Put another finger in me, love!" Again, I did as I was old, but this time was rough. It took a while to work two fingers into that tight, little hole, but eventually I did it. "Ooh, fuck yes! That's it, love, fuck my arse! I love feeling you violating my bum."

We spent the rest of the day having the hottest, nastiest sex of my life. Margot gave me a rimjob, then took my anal virginity. She had me eat her ass. We fingered each other, and licked each other. We did damn near everything two women could do to one another. We ended up spooning, Margot holding me in her arms, both of us spent from our sexual exertions. "That was amazing. You were amazing, love. I don't think we should do this again, though."

"What? Why? You said you enjoyed it, and I know I did, and I think you're wonderful. Do... do you not like me?" I knew I sounded like a petulant child, but I didn't care. Margot was beautiful and smart and sexy and... and I couldn't imagine ever wanting anyone the way I wanted her.

She kissed the back of my neck, then answered. "I like you very much, love, and that's the problem. It's best not to form romantic entanglements with coworkers. If there was anyone with whom I'd make a habit of this, it's definitely you, love."

"I understand." And I did. That didn't stop a tear from running down my cheek.

Margot and I never had sex after that. Still, we remained friends and worked well together. I also felt like we had a special bond, like we shared a secret. To everyone else, Margot was a very proper, formal lady, but to me she was an insatiable sex fiend.

I didn't have a girlfriend and I couldn't have Margot, so I became something of a regular at The Wet Kitty. It wasn't long before I had some favorites among the women working there. Don't get me wrong, they were all amazing, but some just had a sixth sense for knowing exactly how fast to lick, how much pressure to apply, and how hard to suck to really get me off.

On one trip to The Wet Kitty, the hostess had some disappointing news for me. She greeted me, "Janet, so great to see you again! I'm afraid your scheduled attendant is unavailable, due to an emergency. We do have a new woman, who just started last week if you'd like to give her a try. I can personally attest that she's simply magnificent and if you're not completely satisfied, we'll give you a full refund." I told the hostess that her approval was more than good enough for me. Holy shit, "magnificent" did not come close to doing this woman justice. I definitely had a new favorite attendant!

Months passed. Life was pretty good. I was working hard and got a promotion. I was also frequently seeing stars from some anonymous woman eating me out. Mom was getting pretty serious with her girlfriend, Stacy, to the point that we all had dinner together a few times. She was really pretty, seemed very sweet and made Mom happy. Very happy. No one could ever replace Dad, but she was doing a pretty good job of filling the Dad-shaped hole in Mom's heart. That just made it hurt so much worse when Mom called me one evening, crying.