A Mother’s Ruin

Caroline Devlin checked her phone again. That was at least the twentieth time in the last twenty minutes. Why doesn’t Ami respond to her text? Caroline was anxious, she thought, Ami must realise that they needed to talk. To get things straight. Things were already out of control, and she had resolved to call an immediate halt before anyone got hurt. Before this stupid obsession ruined her family.

Two weeks earlier…

Caroline had a perfectly uncomplicated life. A husband Tony whom she loves and a radiant daughter Chloe. At 19 Chloe was now in her second year studying hotel management at the local college. This year she had moved out of the family home and lived in a house share with other young people and was having fun. She had a girlfriend now and she had brought Ami to meet her parents. When Chloe had come out to her parents they had been really cool and understanding. Chloe was a beautiful, slender young woman. In many respects she took after her father and was tall and willowy with sandy hair and deep blue eyes. They wanted her to be happy and supported her choices and accepted her for who she was.

Meeting Ami

She had introduced Ami to her parents on an evening out at a restaurant when she and Ami had come to visit for the weekend. They were immediately impressed by her striking looks. Her heavy mane of almost black hair framed a smiling cherub face with large golden-brown eyes that seemed to shine like gems. She was shorter than Chloe by half a head, but in contrast to Chloe had a shapely figure with lovely curves, as revealed by her swooping neckline and mid-thigh length yellow dress that perfectly complemented her milk-chocolate coloured skin. After the meeting the parents had joked about how they could totally understand Chloe’s attraction to Ami.

The evening had been a wonderful success, and everyone made friends and got along brilliantly. Caroline had quizzed Ami about her studies and discovered that she was training to me a masseuse. As they talked Caroline wanted to know more and Ami explained the style of therapy she was learning. Caroline asked how they practise, and Ami had explained that they work in pairs in class. She added that she was also allowed now to provide massage to other clients, so long as she didn’t charge for the treatment, as she wasn’t yet qualified.

“She is brilliant, Mum. You should let her give you a massage. I can’t get enough of her wonderful touch.” At this Chloe took Ami’s hand but Ami immediately giggled and let go.

“Don’t embarrass people,” she affectionately scolded Chloe. Tony and Caroline had been surprised by Chloe’s open acknowledgement of their daughter’s intimacy with Ami. But the conversation soon recovered.

Later as they left the restaurant Chloe had linked arms with both her parents and encouraged, “You really should take advantage of Ami and get a free massage. She is genuinely expert and really makes you feel sooo good.” Chloe dragged her mum a little ahead of leaned in conspiratorially to confess, “Though with me it’s anything but relaxing.” She giggled and added, “Sorry mum, I’m embarrassing you. I’m a bit drunk. Just ignore me. But isn’t she just gorgeous?” With that she skipped off to link arms with Ami and they all headed for home.

Tony caught up with Caroline and announced, “Well she seems happy.” They watched the two girls huddle together as they walked ahead.

“Yes, definitely,” Caroline agreed. She had always been very close to her daughter, they talked about everything. Caroline had shared in the emotional turmoil as Chloe had struggled with boyfriends and losing her virginity. Then the exultation when she realised her preference was for girls. Caroline had felt proud of her daughter’s courage in accepting who she was.

“She has certainly become a confident young woman,” Caroline confirmed to Tony as she watched the girls and smiled, they were now swaying from side to side and singing, “I think we should get them home before there is a commotion,” she laughed at their antics.

A plan is hatched

Early on the Sunday morning over breakfast Tony offered to take the girls on a bicycle ride. He and Chloe were keen cyclists.

“You could ride Caroline’s bike Ami; you are a similar height” Tony suggested.

“I have a better idea,” chimed Chloe, “Ami isn’t really sporty.” Seeing the look of mock afront on Ami’s face she quickly doubled down, “Well you’re not Babe, admit it. You just aren’t.” As a salve she added, “Doesn’t mean you don’t have a great body of course.” She leaned over to kiss Ami’s cheek. Ami caught Caroline’s eye and looked embarrassed. Caroline just smiled reassuringly as if to say, ‘I know, she means well, but she is a clot sometimes.’

Chloe outlined her plan, “Dad and I can go on one of his crazy bike rides and Ami can give mum a massage, won’t you Babe,” she checked with Ami.

“Of course, Caroline, I’d love to,” Ami grinned at Caroline, her lovely eyes shone happily.

“Well, that would be nice, dear, but I don’t want to put you to work, it’s your weekend off.”

“Oh, she doesn’t mind, she loves doing it,” Chloe stepped in to answer for them both. “That’s settled then. Me and dad will go riding and you two can have a girly time and get to know each other, OK?” She continued, “Dad, can we go to the peak. I haven’t been there for soo loonngg,” she stretched the last words for emphasis. “I really need a good workout today.”

“Sure, Honey,” Tony confirmed, “I am happy to do that, but it will take a few hours, maybe four.”

“That’s no problem. When we get back lunch will be my treat. Mum, will you call the King’s Head and book a table for us for lunch?”

The arrangements were made and within half an hour Tony and Chloe had set off. Ami repeated the offer of the massage.

“If you are sure, dear. I don’t want to give you bother. If you would prefer to relax that’s fine.”

“It’s no problem, Mrs D. I would love to, honestly. You have a great body; it would be a pleasure.”

“OK then,” Caroline accepted the compliment in the spirit of friendly reassurance, “But as I told you, please call me Caroline.”

“Aw, I like calling you Mrs D. It feels special. It’s my affectionate name for you,” Ami gave a cheeky smile.

“It makes me feel old,” Caroline jokily complained.

“You’re not old, you are a very sexy woman,” Ami grinned brightly.

“You’re teasing me you wicked girl. But I suppose you will end up having to massage some odd shapes and sizes,” she smiled.

“So far I have had only good bodies. There are no shortage of volunteers at the college and my house mates.”

“Oh God, that means I will be the oldest person you have had to massage. I hope the shock isn’t too much.”

Ami grinned and reassured Caroline, “I am sure I won’t. Now where shall we go? I’ll get my oils if you can get some towels. Maybe we could use your bed, I don’t have my table,” Ami explained.

Self-appraisal

Five minutes later Caroline stood in her room she looked at herself in the in the full-length dressing mirror. She had taken a very quick shower and now stood in her long dressing gown. She opened the gown and scrutinised her naked body. Not too bad for a 44-year-old she thought. She had recovered well from her pregnancy with Chloe. For the past ten years she and Tony had been a very active couple, cycling, skiing, and golf all kept her fit. The remnant of last summer’s tan was still visible. She could still carry off a bikini look on the beach and she examined the half moons of pale skin in the lower half of her boobs. Her nipples were thick and proud and her boobs, while not perfectly pert anymore, were at least able to support their own weight. It was lucky they were not large, she thought. Two orange-sized breasts that were still relatively self-supporting.

Twisting and looking over her shoulder to inspect her bum she thought it was OK for her age. Firm, but no longer the cute tushy it had been. The pale skin of her buttocks contrasted with the faded tan of the rest of her body. With horror she noticed her pubes were a bit woolly. She hadn’t trimmed lately; she was embarrassed at the unkempt look of her sandy bush. But too late now, she thought.

At least her legs were good, she thought. She had always been very proud of her legs. Tony adored her legs and feet and always complimented them, especially when she wore nylons for him — men are so predictable she mused. But the thought of her hunky husband gave her a little thrill of excitement and she made a mental note to have some naked time later, assuming he didn’t exhaust himself on the cycle ride. He and Chloe did tend to compete, and he wasn’t as young as he used to be.

Ami tapped on the door and Caroline re-wrapped herself and called to come in.

“All set?” Ami asked brightly.

“Sorry I have been distracted; I will get some towels.” She disappeared to the cupboard and returned with three large white bath towels and two smaller ones. “Shall I spread them on the bed?”

“Actually, there is a lot of space here so maybe put the pillows and duvet on the floor and cover them with the towels. I can then kneel down and get to both sides of you, OK?”

Caroline agreed and in less than five minutes she had made a bed on the floor, folding the large duvet double to make a soft base and tucking two of the large bath towels around it. “Shall I,” she tugged the tie of her gown in question to Ami. Hesitating she added, “Oh, I’m naked, is that OK. I didn’t know…”

“That’s fine,” Ami smiled, “Better actually, but don’t be embarrassed, I will cover you with the other towels.”

The massage

Caroline loosened the tie of her gown and shrugged it off her shoulders. She tossed it on the bed and felt very self-conscious as she moved to lie down. “Front or back?” Her voice betrayed her awkwardness and her hands tried vainly to cover her pubes and boobs. She was rarely naked in front of anyone other than Tony. And this wasn’t just anyone. It was her daughter’s girlfriend. She suddenly thought that Ami would be comparing her body with Chloe’s. The thought horrified her. How could hers be equal to a young, supple, sexy body. Flashes of her daughter and Ami together came to her mind spontaneously and she tried to repress the thoughts.

“Front please,” Ami instructed, “I will turn you later after I have finished your back. Are you OK if I massage your head, it will mean some oil in your hair? It washes out easily, but I can skip the scalp massage if you prefer.”

“No, I will have the whole package please, if that’s OK?”

“Of course. I’ll give you the full treatment. Otherwise, Chloe will complain that you didn’t get your money’s worth.” The joke melted the awkward tension and Caroline laid down on her front.

Ami folded a small towel to support her head and covered her bum and thighs with another large, folded towel. She had warmed some oil in a bowl and rubbed this into her hands before laying them gently on Caroline’s shoulders. The hands felt hot, and Ami started working along her shoulders and neck. Caroline sighed and relaxed.

“That OK, not too hot or too hard?”

“No, it’s bliss,” Caroline reassured her.

For the next ten or so minutes Ami worked Caroline’s shoulders, upper back and arms. She then shuffled round to kneel at her head and using both hands gently worked her fingers into her hair to massage her scalp. This caused Caroline to moan with pleasure and repeatedly exclaim how good it felt. Ami kept this up for an extra-long time as Caroline seemed to like it so much.

Eventually her hands worked their way down Caroline’s neck and back to her shoulders. Now working them from above she moved her hands repeatedly in a spreading motion, working down either side of her spine and out to her sides. This action made Caroline groan softly, exhaling on each cycle.

“OK?” Ami checked in.

“Wonderful,” Caroline half moaned her reassurance on an out breath.

Ami moved around to kneel at Caroline’s right side and lifted her hard and draped it across her lap. She smoothed down her arms from shoulder to wrist. Making ten or so strokes. Then she started to massage her hands, kneading her palms between her thumbs and fingers and working along each finger with the same action. The hand massage was exquisite, and Caroline moaned her approval. After several minutes Ami moved around to the other side to repeat the treatment on her left arm and hand.

Caroline was relishing this indulgence. Ami’s hands were soft and warm and very expert. Caroline could understand why Chloe had recommended this treat and she made a mental note to thank her, and Ami of course. The thought of Chloe and Ami caused a resurgence of the images of her daughter and Ami together. She had flashes of Ami touching Chloe and of them kissing. Immediately she felt that this was an intrusion of her daughter’s private life and she tried to silence the thoughts. It took a great effort of concentration but soon she quelled the invasive images.

Ami moved again and Caroline felt her hands smooth oil into the soles of her feet. She just loves having her feet massaged. This is undoubtedly Tony’s favourite overture to sex. Caroline has always encouraged this as the feelings are so intense. Ami ran her hands from Caroline’s heels to the balls of her feet. Pressing firmly into the creased soles. Caroline is proud of her feet and keeps them in good condition with no hard skin. They are soft and yielding and the sensations she feels are heavenly, especially when Ami switched her fingertips for her knuckles and balled her fists into Caroline’s soles. The whole experience was deeply satisfying, and Caroline drifted in and out of a dreamy half-sleep.

Rousing momentarily Caroline was aware that Ami had moved up to massage her calves. Ami gently lifted Caroline’s ankles and moved her legs a little apart to allow her to kneel between her feet. With one hand on each leg, she pressed her fingers along the line of the muscles in each calf. Pushing upwards to the backs of her knees then back to her ankles. After a dozen or so strokes, Ami shuffled forward a little and repeated the deep muscular strokes up Caroline’s thighs.

At first the focus was from her knees to the edge of the towel, which was just a few inches below her bum. Despite Ami’s small hands her touch was firm and very effective, and Caroline felt the tension melt from her muscles and her legs felt weightless and warm. Once more the dreaminess washed over her, and she drifted in and out of wakefulness.

She was initially uncertain but then it became clear that Ami’s hands were sweeping up under the towel and over her buttocks, falling to the sides of her hips then returning down her thighs to her knees before repeating the whole movement.

“Oh,” Caroline exclaimed softly.

“Sorry,” Ami’s voice was soft and distant, “Is this OK? This area does a lot of work for your posture and stability. Massage here can reduce the risk of back pain. OK?” As she explained Ami had kept up the rhythm of her massage and so Caroline simply agreed with a soft groan of ascent.

With this permission, Ami increased the vigour of her strokes. Deeper pressure pressed Caroline’s hips into the firm bed. The outward spreading action also parted her cheeks on each round and pulled her pussy lips slightly open and closed in a steady beat. The combination of downward pressure on her pubic area and the pulsing of her pussy lips was building a heat at her centre. She rocked her hips almost imperceptibly to match and intensify Ami’s pressure. The feelings that were initially a hazy mirage resolved into definite arousal. Caroline was conscious of this and flushed with embarrassment. Was Ami doing this on purpose? Should she tell her to stop? But while these questions swam in her mind, Ami straightened the towel which had shifted slightly and then moved to massage Caroline’s lower back. For a few minutes she worked up to meet the lower extent of her first attention to Caroline’s back and with a soft placement of her still hands she announced her back was done and invited Caroline to roll over.

Ami moved to her side and held the towel to cover Caroline and allowed her to roll over. It was all very professional, and Ami fixed the towel to cover Caroline from chest to thigh. This made Caroline feel ashamed that she had doubted Ami’s motives. She also felt naïve that she had imagined that, just because she was a lesbian, she was hitting on her. As she arranged herself on her back she mentally scolded herself to be less judgemental and prejudiced. Afterall her own daughter was a lesbian and a perfectly respectable girl.

Beginning again Ami knelt behind Caroline’s head and began to gently walk her fingers across Caroline’s forehead. Gradually she increased the pressure and started to concentrate on individual points along her eyebrows, then down her temples and along her jawline. The focus on these acupuncture points was divinely electric. Slowly Ami worked back either side of her head and began to pinch her earlobes and then pinched along the outer folds of her ears. Caroline gasped at each tiny shock of pleasure that this caused.

“OK?” Ami checked in again.

“So gorgeous,” Caroline sighed dreamily.

Minutes later, Ami gently folded back the towel on Caroline’s chest to expose the tops of her breasts just above the nipple. Her oiled hands then swept repeatedly from Caroline’s neckline to the soft mounds of her half-exposed breasts. To do this Ami had to lean over Caroline’s head. Her body was so close to Caroline’s face that Caroline could smell her scent and feel the heat of her body. Combined with her touch, Caroline could feel her nipples harden in an unbidden reprise of the arousal she had experienced earlier. She felt her face flush hotly and a blush spread across her neck and chest.

Just in time Ami moved to her feet and Caroline felt relief that her state of embarrassment may have gone unnoticed. The finale of Ami’s massage was a return to Caroline’s feet with firm pressure and squeezing of each toe in a repeated sequence. Finally, she worked her way up Caroline’s legs. Sitting astride Caroline’s feet she pushed her hands up along each leg, from her shins over her knees, and up her thighs. This time Caroline was alert and expectant that the hands would stray to the tops of her thighs. She feared it and at the same time willed it to happen. Indeed, Ami’s hands smoothed up her thighs right to the edge of the towel but no higher. Caroline felt relief but yet her body involuntarily raised up her hips just perceptibly. As if straining to meet Ami’s hands. As if to draw them magnetically to her pussy. At each upward sweep Ami’s hands turned away from the valley of her crotch to squeeze her outer thighs. This had the effect of squeezing her legs together, adding yet more pressure to her yearning pussy. She was aroused beyond any possibility of denial.

She allowed her mind to acknowledge it. This beautiful, exotic girl had turned her on with a greater intensity than she could remember ever feeling. She wasn’t a lesbian. Had never had any desire for a woman. But she wanted this girl to touch her, to pull away the towel and open her legs to allow her hands to penetrate her. She desperately wanted her to put her mouth on her pussy. She felt that she would explode if she didn’t have this girl. She wanted her and she dared to open her legs slightly. Maybe she could just give her a hint. A small signal. Then let natural desire take its course.

“OK Mrs D. I think you’re done,” Ami announced the end of the massage.

Shame

Caroline opened her eyes. She was bleary and giddy. She was breathing slowly and deeply. Her pussy was scorching and her mind was racing with conflicting thoughts. Slowly they settled into reality and that reality landed with a bump. Had she been asleep? Had it been a dream? No, the arousal was real and burning within her. Had it been as obvious to Ami? Had she said anything aloud while in her dreamy state? She gathered up her towel and got up from the bed on the floor. She offered her thanks to Ami for the lovely massage and almost staggered to the bathroom. She heard Ami caution that she should let herself come around slowly and not jump up. But she was deeply embarrassed and had to get away from this girl and gather her thoughts.

For ten minutes Caroline stood under a hot shower. The soothing downpour had a calming effect. Her mind was a cacophony of contradictory thoughts. How had she become so aroused? Well, that was a stupid question, she knew how, but why? How did she allow this to happen? She had doubted Ami’s motives, but she was sure that was wrong. She was a professional, besides she was Chloe’s girlfriend. Why had her touch made her so excited? She had never in her entire life had feelings for another woman. But today she would have given herself without inhibition to her daughter’s girlfriend. She pictured Chloe and Ami kissing, making love. Ami between Chloe’s legs. How could she think that? But she wanted Ami herself? She wanted Ami between her thighs. She wanted to kiss her and see her naked and lick her pussy. Christ, she had never wanted to do that to any woman. Why now, what was happening?

Her most terrifying thought was that Ami knew how aroused she had become. Not just that Ami noticed but that she would tell Chloe. What would happen? She would obviously be angry. There would be a terrible fight and Chloe would hate her, and Tony would hate her. At these thoughts Caroline’s arousal gave way to intense humiliation and tears welled in her eyes. She stood under the shower sobbing. She thought she was a stupid and ridiculous woman to allow such desire for her daughter’s girlfriend to overwhelm her like that. She knew she had to marshal herself and to stop this fantasy. By the time she got out of the shower she was trembling, cold and feeling sorry for herself. She dressed and resolved to forget the incident and face the day and her family and resume her role as a mother.

Evening

The cyclists returned and they went to lunch as Chloe had promised. Over lunch Chloe and Tony quizzed her about how much she had enjoyed the massage. She was embarrassed and felt awkward but managed to thank Ami again and confirmed that it was wonderful and did her best to change the subject.

She couldn’t make eye contact with Ami, as to do so renewed the urge she had felt earlier. So, she avoided her gaze. It seemed that the conversation flowed around her, touching her from time to time but never really involving her. Each time she looked across at Ami she felt herself flush. She was certain Ami knew her thoughts and would undoubtedly tell Chloe.

That evening they sprawled in the living room to watch a movie. Caroline was on one end of the large sofa and Tony at the other. She couldn’t take in the movie and Tony was fast asleep less than half an hour into it. On the small sofa Chloe sat facing away from her towards the TV, her long legs extending from her short dress and her bare feet on Ami’s lap. Ami was affectionately stroking and massaging Choe’s feet. The sight rekindled the feelings Caroline had experienced earlier. She watched Ami’s hands playing on Chloe’s naked feet and recalled how she had touched her feet. She felt the heat build again between her legs. She found herself staring at the couple, eyes locked on Ami’s hands. They caressed Chloe’s feet nestled on her bare thighs. Ami’s jersey dress was very short and exposed her shapely legs to Caroline’s gaze. She wanted to feel those hands again. She wanted to place her own hands on those lovely brown legs.

Suddenly she was aware of Ami’s eyes fixed on her. She tried to look away. But she was caught. She looked into Ami’s eyes and felt the penetrating gaze of those radiant brown eyes. Her face had a slightly quizzical expression. Caroline was perturbed, she knows, she thought.

At once Caroline unfolded herself and got up. She went to the kitchen, but then through to the garden. It was dark and there were no lights on at the back of the house, but she found her way in the starlight to the bench seat at the far end of the garden. The evening air was cool and she hoped it would quench the heat in her pussy.

Garden interlude

She sat alone for several minutes and then she heard soft footsteps on the grass behind her. Turning she could make out the form of Ami approaching.

“Ami?”

“Mrs D. where are you?”

“Here dear, everything alright?” Caroline tried to sound normal.

Ami approached and felt around the bench to sit next to her.

As she brought her into focus in the gloom she asked, uncertainty heavy in her voice, “Why are you angry with me?’

“I’m not, dear, really,” this was at least honest.

“Well, something is the matter. You wouldn’t look at me all day, then tonight you are staring at me like you hate me.” Ami’s voice cracked like tears were welling up. “Didn’t you like the massage, did I upset you?”

Caroline thought hard about how to answer this. Ami was clearly a perceptive girl so lying would be pointless. She resolved to talk this over with her. “Honestly, the massage did…” she searched for the right word, “disturb me.”

“You didn’t like it,” Ami was clearly upset, “but you said you did, you seemed like you did at the time.” Her voice was trembling.

“No. I really did like it. You are so talented, skilled, I don’t know the right word. It was wonderful and you are so lovely.” Her hand came up to cup Ami’s face, “Really lovely.”

“So, what did I do wrong?” Caroline could feel that Ami’s cheek was wet with a tear.

“Nothing, dear. I really liked the massage.”

“So?”

After a pause, “I liked it a little too much…”

“I don’t understand.”

“I mean that you made me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling

“You mean you were aroused?”

Caroline paused and looked into Ami’s shining eyes before admitting, “You are very beautiful,” her hand dropped to her lap to take her hand, “Your touch was so sensual and tender and I think you touched me in ways that you might not touch another client. I think you were deliberately tempting me.”

Ami was breathing deeply, “You are a gorgeous woman Caroline.”

“But you are Chloe’s girlfriend.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a sexy woman. Chloe and I often play a game pointing out women we fancy when we are out. It’s like a kind of foreplay. It builds a lovely tension so that…”

Caroline interrupted, “I don’t think I need to know the rest of that sentence.” There was a chuckle in her voice. “Look, I am flattered by the compliment, and you did give me a wonderful massage. But I think we should leave it there before anyone is hurt.”

Ami was chastened but quickly rallied, “I really liked touching you Caroline,” She hesitated, “Please tell me, were you really turned on? Just tell me that please”

“Yes, you turned me on. I felt real desire.”

“For me?”

Caroline smiled and said, “Well there was no one else there. No one else was touching me.”

There was a long and heavy silence before Ami responded, “You know, before I met Chloe I had never been with another girl. Or a boy. I had never been with anyone.”

Caroline thought how to respond then said, “That’s really sweet. I’m glad you found each other.”

“Yes,” Ami seemed uncertain again, “But what I mean is that… I mean I love Chloe… but she has been my only,” she hesitated, “one, I mean my only lover.”

“And now you are curious. Trying to understand your power over other women.”

“I suppose, I hadn’t thought of it like that. I do want to experience other women. But I don’t know if anyone else will find me attractive.”

The sudden admission shocked Caroline and she gave a small laugh, as her composure returned she challenged, “So you were testing your powers of seduction on me. Your girlfriend’s mother?” The last was said with emphasis.

Ami was abashed and giggled, “I suppose I was.” After a pause she added, “Well, did I make you want me?”

“You are a rude girl,” Caroline admonished her.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I am worried you will hurt Chloe.”

“I won’t I promise. If I know this I can be content to focus on her.”

“But you can’t ever talk to Chloe about this, “Caroline was immediately concerned again.

“I won’t, really, I promise. Please tell me you wanted me.”

Caroline took both Ami’s hands in hers, “Well since you have asked so nicely, she chuckled. Yes, I wanted you. You really turned me on today.” She lifted Ami’s hands to her lips and kissed each finger in turn, just little butterfly kisses, “These hands are amazing and they made me feel wonderful, happy now?”

“I suppose,” Ami giggled.

“What now?” Caroline demanded.

“I just want to hear you say you wanted me today.”

“OK I really wanted you.” Caroline said robotically.

“Seriously, say it for real,” Ami sounded pouty.

Caroline decided to be conclusive, “Yes, you really turned me on. I know you meant to, which by the way is really bad, not to mention unprofessional, and, yes, I was so turned on that in just five more minutes I would have wanted you to make love to me. There you happy?”

“So long as you mean it.”

“I do, now let’s go in before we get into trouble, and please do not say anything to Chloe, agreed?”

“Kiss me then.” Ami persisted like she hadn’t been listening.

“What? No. Absolutely not.”

“But you said you wanted to make love to me.”

“I said I would have wanted to. But we can’t. I’m not even discussing it,” Caroline was suddenly firm. “So stop being silly and let’s go inside.”

Suddenly Ami leaned in and her mouth connected with Caroline’s. For a second Caroline resisted but then she allowed Ami’s lips to prise hers apart and her tongue to invade her mouth. It felt hot and soft and Caroline kissed back savouring her first gentle, feminine kiss. They kissed for a full minute before Ami relented and sat back again.

They were both breathing heavily, “You are a good kisser,” Caroline spoke first.

“Really, am I?”

“Well, I don’t have any experience kissing women, but it felt good to me.”

“So can we do it again?”

Caroline though for a second. This was very risky. If they were caught there would be an almighty fuss. But she thought that was a lovely kiss, and Ami is a very unusual and exotic girl. “Come here then,” she made-up her mind.

Once more they came together and Caroline felt Ami’s succulent lips on hers and her hot tongue probing her mouth. Her tongue was firm and her lips soft. Caroline’s mind wandered and she compared the soft, heat of Ami’s mouth with the raspy firmness of her husband’s lips. She loves Tony. But she couldn’t help thinking what a contrast this would be on her pussy. The kiss ended reluctantly for both women and they parted breathily with the taste of each other’s lips remaining on their tongues.

“That will do Ami, love. Now we have to go back.” They re-entered the house and found Tony still asleep and Chloe still engrossed in the movie. Caroline and Ami had the simultaneous thought that they could have lingered longer.

Chloe stirred as Ami sat back down beside her and replaced her feet on her lap.

“Ah mother, will you make tea please?”

“I’m not your maid.” But then softening, “OK then. Tea Ami?” She looked at Tony who hadn’t moved so there was no point asking. He was exhausted from the cycle ride today and Caroline thought forlornly that there was no prospect of having the flame that Ami had ignited extinguished tonight.

“I’ll help you,” Ami offered and untangled herself from Chloe to follow Caroline.

As she got up Chloe gently kicked her bum and called out, “Kiss ass.”

A step further

In the kitchen Caroline filled the kettle and started the boil.

“Of course, you know I would kiss your ass anytime,” she sidled up to hug Caroline.

“Stop it. You are a dangerous girl.”

Ami pulled her over to the door and closed it softly. She then leaned her back to it and said, “Now nobody can surprise us. Kiss me again.”

Caroline thought this was a weak plan. But she also knew her family and that it was unlikely that they would come looking for the tea. Caroline is shorter than Chloe but still taller than Ami and so when she hugged the shorter Ami, Ami’s lips made contact with her neck and she kissed and nibbled the older woman’s exposed skin.

Caroline shivered and murmured, “That’s nice.” Then she took the girl’s face in her hands and examined it closely. Her golden-brown eyes shone and were beautifully framed by her heavy dark brows set in her pretty face. “Christ you are beautiful.”

“Kiss me.”

They kissed passionately. Tongues lapping hungrily at one another’s mouth. Caroline was so absorbed by the kiss that for a few seconds she didn’t notice that Ami had opened the front of her jeans. It was the fingers probing into the top of her panties that called her attention to this escalation.

“No, stop it.”

“Please I wanted to touch you this morning but I wasn’t brave enough.”

“Now you are brave?” Caroline said sarcastically.

“You are kissing me now so I thought you would like me to touch you.”

Through this exchange Ami had not stopped anyway and now her fingers threaded through Caroline’s abundant pubes and curled into her slick pussy.

The pressure on her clit and the slight penetration made Caroline gasp, “Oh shit,” she jerked her hips as her knees weakened momentarily. “You really do have busy fingers.”

“You’re creamy.” Their faces were so close that Ami’s lips grazed Caroline’s as she spoke and her hot breath mingled with Caroline’s.

“You did that.”

“Kissing you?”

“You did it to me this morning and I have been on the boil all day.”

Ami’s fingers were working on Caroline’s clit and occasionally dipping between her pussy lips. Up and down and around, and in and out just to fingernail depth. Just enough to keep the fingers lubricated as they worked the clit in a steady beat.

They were kissing hotly and Caroline’s knees were dipping unsteadily. Ami turned her around to lean her back against the door and pushed her jeans down a little further to allow better access. She frigged Caroline and kissed her open mouthed. Caroline was in such as dreamy state of near climax that she didn’t notice how her mouth was watering and Ami felt a trickle of saliva run over her tongue and into her mouth. This super-charged her efforts and she reached up with her free hand to clasp the back of Caroline’s head. She balled her fist in Caroline’s hair and gently pulled her mouth against hers more firmly. Just then Caroline’s orgasm struck and the pent-up frustration of the day burst over her.

She groaned into Ami’s open mouth as her climax rolled through her body. She shook and her hips jerked repeatedly. The force of the orgasm was almost painful and her moan became a cry that was muffled by Ami’s mouth still welded to hers. Only for Ami leaning into her she would have collapsed on the floor. The vigorous jerks gradually faded to shivers as the orgasm was spent. At last Caroline felt that she had sated some of the lust that had possessed her all day. The little sexual dynamo that had lit her fuse had detonated a powerful orgasm that left her panting and sweaty in the girl’s embrace.

Slowly they unwrapped themselves and Caroline recovered her breath and straightened up her clothes. “I better deliver the tea to Chloe.” She finished brewing it and brought it on a small try with a biscuit.

Tony was gone and had obviously taken himself off to bed. Caroline knew he would be sound asleep in minutes. Chloe barely noticed as Caroline set down the tea, but as she went to leave she asked half uninterestedly, “Has Ami gone to bed?”

“Yes,” Caroline lied instinctively. “You going up?”

“Yep, soon. My film will be over in about half an hour.”

A reprise

Caroline registered the comment and returned to the kitchen to find Ami. She pulled her by the hand and took her across the large square hall into the study. Closing the door she pushed Ami against it and kissed her again. Breaking the kiss she said, “We have less than 30 minutes.”

“What are you doing?” Ami’s voice was urgent and excited.

“I don’t know. Probably ruining my life. So shut-up before I change my mind. I know this is completely wrong and bad, but I find you irresistible. I’ve never even thought about doing anything like this with a woman. You have me confused and I don’t think I have ever been so aroused as I have today.”

Ami decided to take the lead, “Let me lick you, please.”

“Oh God, I don’t know. Shit, is that really the next step?”

“It’s what girls do,” as Ami said this she leaned in to give a long, wet lick to Caroline’s neck. It was hot and scented and vaguely salty, “You taste lovely, let me lick you here,” on these words Ami was once more fondling Caroline’s crotch and starting to open her jeans again.

“No, oh God we will be caught.”

“Please Mrs D, I want you.”

Suddenly embarrassed Caroline complained, “But I haven’t been in the shower since this morning and you made me very sticky earlier.” But Ami was already dropping to her knees. She opened Caroline’s jeans and tugged them down to her knees.

“Oh God, I must be such a state.” Caroline felt self-conscious as Ami started kissing her thighs.

“You are wonderful, so hot, so sexy,” Ami’s reassurances came in a staccato whisper between kisses. Her tongue traced a line to Caroline’s crotch and she pressed her mouth and nose to the front of Caroline’s panties.

“Oh!” was all Caroline managed to say. It wasn’t so much speech as an exhale of breath as she felt Ami’s tongue press into her mound. “Sweetheart please,” in that moment even Caroline couldn’t be certain if her words were meant to stop Ami or to encourage her.

Ami was savouring the heady scent of Caroline’s pussy. A day spent in almost perpetual arousal, plus the explosive climax of earlier had left a strong aroma. Ami licked through the panties and breathed deeply. She wanted more and pulled the panty gusset aside to expose the luxurious swathe of pubic hair that crowned Caroline’s pussy. Immediately she leant in and sucked the top of Caroline’s labia and clit between her lips and teased the sensitive bud with her tongue. Despite having had such a powerful orgasm already Caroline felt herself build rapidly towards another. Ami’s oral technique was very effective and she forgot her inhibitions and gave herself to the girl for the second time. Ami sucked and licked and edged Caroline to the brink.

Ami was also highly aroused herself and needed to cum. Kneeling between Caroline’s feet she felt for her own pussy. Her hand delved under her short dress and into her panties. Her fingers found her pussy and she could feel the heat and wetness of her excitement. She applied pressure to her clit and started a quick circular motion. She was desperate to cum. She had played a dangerous game with Caroline, but it had succeeded and now this magnificent woman was submitting to her, shy little Ami was becoming a confident sexual woman. It had been Chloe who had initiated things with her, now for the first time she had seduced a woman.

She could hear Caroline’s breathing and knew she was once more on the brink of climax. Ami raced to bring herself to orgasm. A private race between her mouth and her hand. Her mouth was the winner and Caroline crumbled with the second orgasm in less than an hour. Her trembling body slid down and fell forward tipping Ami onto her back. Coming up for air she found Caroline’s mouth with hers and kissed her passionately, sharing the musky residue of Caroline’s smouldering pussy.

They kissed for a long time before either spoke. Eventually Caroline broke the silence, “You did it again. You are amazing and do the most wonderful things to me.”

“I think you are so gorgeous; I would do anything for you.”

“I know honey, but we better get out of here.”

There was a short pause then Ami ventured, “But I need to cum too.”

“Oh,” Caroline was lost for words again and felt guilty at her selfishness. “But I don’t know…” she trailed off.

“Please finish me off,” Ami wriggled her leg out of her panties and took Caroline’s hand and led it to her exposed pussy.

Uncertainly, and for the first time in her life, Caroline touched another woman’s pussy. It felt very different from hers, while being altogether familiar. The thick folds of Ami’s labia were larger than hers. They parted easily at her touch. They were hot and slick, and her fingers slipped between them and tracked to the familiar destination of her clit. Ami gasped her encouragement at the touch and Caroline circled her fingers rapidly and kissed the sexy girl’s eager mouth.