Preparing to meet my boyfriend, Karl, I showered, styled my hair, and wore a light, floral print, short summer dress that showed off most of my muscular, silken thighs. My father grunted disapprovingly when I kissed him goodbye in the living room, where he watched baseball and drank cucumber-infused water because he was a health nut.
In the hallway, Marjorie met me, gently taking my hand, smiling lovingly, and drawing me into a small alcove used to store coats and boots. It was semi-dark, and she looked sultry, raising my longing for Karl’s cock and an evening of making out.
I stared down, feeling embarrassed from the hour or so when Mom bleached my anus and licked my pussy. She slid a finger under my chin, lifting my head until I stared lovingly into her eyes. After one lesbian tryst, my entire attitude towards her had changed. My mother had licked me so well that I could have had her tongue inside my creamy pussy all night.