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The House Mother (FF, rom, inc, oral, mast)
by Marcia Hooper (marciar26@aol.com)
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray
any person living or dead, nor any known situation. It
is meant for adults only and is not to be read by
people under the age of 18, or the legal age in the
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One night after a party, Lori Anne came home with her
friends. They had been drinking and almost nailed by
the cops. Her aunt May was home. Barely four years
older than her errant niece, May is immediately dragged
into Lori Anne and Keri's mess, and shares an
experience none of them will ever forget.
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The House Mother - or How I Became Happy in 5000 Words
or Less
by Marcia Hooper (MarciaR26@aol.com)
Dear Kim,
This is how it happened.
On Friday night, February 12,1999, at a keg party
broken up early by the police, Lori Anne and her three
friends were drinking. Getting away by the skin of her
teeth, Lori Anne drove two blocks with her headlights
off, then spent the next ten minutes hunkered down with
the others in her car. She was so lucky not to be
caught. On the way home, she stopped at the local
Blockbuster and picked up two movies, intending to
finish their "girl's night out," with popcorn and beer.
It didn't quite happen that way.
I was living at the house then, following a nasty
breakup six months before, and the even nastier loss of
my job. My sister Anne and her husband Bill--Lori
Anne's mom and dad--were vacationing in Las Vegas,
gambling and having wild sex. At least, I hoped the sex
was wild. After three kids and twenty-two years of
motherhood, it was something Anne deserved.
Eighteen years old, Lori Anne was Anne's youngest
daughter. Five feet six inches tall, weighing about one
hundred and twenty pounds, she was large-breasted and a
little bit hippy. (Think of Thora Birch). She had jet-
black hair, very large, brown eyes, and a round face.
Her hair was cut short, parted down the middle, and
hung loose at her jaw. She had always been bigger than
me, by then wearing a size 36D brassiere to my 32B. I
pained me just to see her. The way it had pained me to
look at her mom. I was the smallest girl in the family.
Keri Donaldson now, Keri was the South Pole to Lori
Anne's north. A few weeks younger than Lori Anne, Keri
was thin as a razor (but still bigger than me), blonde
with blue eyes, and had features that jumped off her
face. Thin-lipped with a prominent jaw, she was just
this side of breathtaking. She wore jeans that
threatened to fall off her hips, tops that showed off
her navel, and her waist was a waist-watcher's dream.
"Aunt May?" Lori Anne asked, coming into the kitchen.
It was 10:25, and I was making a glass of ice tea. I
had grounded the four girls, taking away Lori Anne's
keys. Lori Anne was too young to drink, much less to be
drinking and driving. All had taken their grounding
with girlish delight.
"What?" I asked.
"Sendra's mom's on the phone and wants Sendra home now.
Can you talk to her?"
Sendra and Kelli (their last names I never knew), were
both seventeen. Sendra was from Brazil and incredibly
pretty. Kelli was just sweet.
I laughed. "Me? What am I gonna tell her?"
Lori Anne said: "That you're here. That someone my
parent's age is watching the house. She thinks were
home alone."
"Your parent's age!" I exclaimed. "Thanks a lot, El!"
Lori Anne giggled. "You know what I mean."
At twenty-three, I felt a lot closer in age to my
errant niece, than I did to her mother. "All right," I
said. "Give it to me."
Lori Anne took the telephone out from under her arm.
"Hello?"
"Hello," Sendra's mother answered. "Who is this?"
"I'm Lori's aunt. May I help you?"
There was a momentary silence, while Sendra's mother
digested my voice. "You sound like a teenager," she
said.
I laughed. "I used to be one. Until four years ago."
Hissing loudly, Lori Anne protested: "Aunt May! Come
on!"
"I'm sorry," I said to Sendra's mom. "My name is May
Clary. I really am Lori's aunt." I explained to her the
situation, and she seemed appeased. But then she said:
"Well, just the same, I think it's time Sendra came
home."
Great! I thought. And I get to take her. I gave Lori
Anne a very mean look.
"Okay," I said. "We'll leave right now."
As I gave her back the phone, Lori Anne looked both
frustrated and abashed. "I can drive!" she protested.
"Give me back my keys."
"Not on your life," I said. "But you owe me big time,
El. Now go get your friend."
Going upstairs, I changed back into my jeans and
sweater, but said to hell with the bra. I felt too
petulant for that. Downstairs again, I discovered Kelli
ready as well.
"You too?" I asked.
Kelli shrugged.
"My mom called her mom," Sendra sighed. "Sorry."
"Great. I don't guess she volunteered to come and get
you?"
Kelli shook her head.
I left Lori Anne and Keri looking morose, and drove the
girls home. Sendra lived less than a mile away but
Kelli lived clear across town. It's only because she's
an engaging young angel, that I didn't become furious.
I got back to the house at twelve.
"I'm going to bed," I said, taking off my coat. "You
better be quiet."
"We will," Lori Anne promised. Her eyes were
significantly glazed.
"And please, El, don't get drunk again, tonight. Not
again."
Lori Anne grinned. "Why not join us?" she said,
bringing a beer out from behind her back. "You're only
twenty-three."
"That's right." I said, snatching the beer from her
hand. "And I have to work tomorrow. Now leave me the
hell alone."
I threw my coat over her head, and told her to put it
away. She laughed as I emptied half the beer on the
staircase.
"Tart!"
"I am not a tart!"
"A tease, then!"
"Aunt May!"
"Keep it down!" I warned. "Or else!"
"Or else what?" she mocked.
Pointing at her, I wagged my finger, then said, "Fuck
it," and finished off the beer. "I want another one."
Lori giggled delightedly and I pointed at her once
again. "You are pissing me off, girl! Big time."
Continuing to giggle, she said: "I repeat, what are you
going to do about it?"
Spinning around, I charged her. Before she could back-
peddle away, I laid a good slap on Lori Anne's behind.
She exploded in laughter, then grabbed me, and we
wrestled ourselves to the floor. Then Keri jumped in
and we kicked and squealed and tore at each other's
clothes and made a real mess of each other's hair. In
the end, I somehow pinned them both to the floor.
"This goes to show you!" I panted. "What working out
can do!"
Very hard, and very deliberately, I slapped them both
on the rear.
"Ow!"
"Aunt May!"
Then we all three died from the giggles.
*
Sometime later--it must have been after two--I said:
"You both go to bed. You're drunk."
"Look who's talking," Lori Anne laughed.
We were in the living room, slouched side by side on
the couch, totally trashed. The Heineken's had
disappeared around one o'clock, and since then we'd
been drinking wine. My head went round and round and
round.
"I'm dizzy," I said.
Both Lori Anne and Keri giggled. "We know that!"
Staggering to my feet, using their arms for support, I
said bravely: "I will now head up the stairs, one stair
at a time, and promise not to puke on my feet," which
brought about another fit of giggles. Just as I turned
away, however, Keri flashed me with her brassiere and I
went hysterical with laughter. We began flashing each
other back and forth, until I remembered I wore no
brassiere and then we laughed even harder. That's when
Keri stood up, raised her sweater around her neck, and
took off her bra.
"Here," she said, handing it over. "Try this."
I stood there, struck with the giggles, looking at
Keri's bare breasts. Suddenly, she stripped off her
sweater and then Lori Anne did the same. Then Lori Anne
took off her brassiere.
"Well fuck!" I exclaimed. "Why not!"
Peeling off my sweater, I stood there topless with
them, laughing like mad and flashing my breasts at the
open living room windows. Then we took off our jeans
and our panties and started to dance and to prance and
all the things you do when you're drunk.
*
I awoke at four a.m., really needing to pee. Slipping
out of bed, I steadied myself on the nightstand--I
hiccupped loudly--then staggered across the room to the
door. I was still quite drunk.
"May," I whispered. "You are fucking drunk."
Loosing my grip on the doorknob, I staggered backwards,
almost falling on my butt. I giggled into my cupped
hand. "Gawd," I said. "You are fucking drunk."
After shaking our boobies and every other part of us, I
had finally staggered upstairs while Lori Anne
collapsed onto the floor and Keri took the couch. I
made them promise to get dressed, but I had no idea if
they had. Knowing they might both still be naked
downstairs, in front of the open windows, I thought I'd
better find out.
"May, you silly ass! You're still naked yourself!"
I went and put something on.
After peeing up a bloody storm, I went downstairs to
the living room. The girls were sound asleep--passed
out is the truth--though now both fully clothed. They
lay side by side on the floor, Keri on her side and
Lori Anne on her back. I watched Lori Anne's breasts
rise and fall.
"Stop it," I whispered. "She's your niece."
Lori Anne didn't know I was Bi.
I watched her for a few seconds more, then stared at
Keri's tiny butt and her minuscule waist. I thought of
Keri's breasts. I thought of Lori Anne's breasts. Big
and pendulous, with immense brown aureole and nipples
correspondingly large, they bounced scandalously as she
danced, up and down and left and right and one was
noticeable bigger than the other.
Keri's breasts I liked more. Popping from her chest
like exclamation points, they were pink-tipped with
delicate little nipples that I could easily imagine
myself glued to.
Shaking off this stupidity, I crossed to the floor lamp
and turned it off. Then I went to the lamp on the table
and turned it off as well. Then I turned off the light
in the hallway, then the dining room light, so that the
only illumination came from the street.
Removing the comforter from the back of the couch, I
covered Keri up, then got a throw from the closet in
the hall. I began to cover Lori Anne when she
whispered, "No."
"Lori?" I whispered. "Are you awake?"
She moaned and placed a hand between her legs. Cupping
herself, she began to rub.
Oh, Jesus, I thought. Get this kid covered up.
Before I could do this however, Lori turned on her
side, and then onto her stomach. Her bottom rotated
gently, and I could see her busy hand. Were she nude,
Lori Anne's middle finger would be in her vagina.
Oh, my God, I thought. Please cover her up!
I did not.
Settling beside her on the floor, I put my hand on
Lori's rear end, then slid it up under her sweater. I
caressed her smooth skin.
"May," I whispered. "Stop it and go to bed."
I did not. Moving my hand further up her back, I felt
for Lori's bra, and released the snap. I lightly rubbed
her shoulder blades.
"Don't you dare," I whispered. "Don't you fucking
dare." Then my finger was between my legs and sliding
into my vagina, and I shivered in relief and joy. I
began to breath harder.
"What are you doing?" I whispered. "This is your
niece!"
"I don't care," I answered back, continuing to rub
Lori's back.
My finger, already generating wetness, worked busily
inside me. I leaned over and kissed the small of Lori
Anne's back, then licked her warm skin. I was so
fucking horny.
"Go upstairs and make yourself cum, May!" I pleaded.
"Please?"
"Forget it," I said.
"May, this is so stupid!"
"I don't care."
"What if she wakes up?"
"I'll worry about that then."
Placing my left hand between Lori's thighs I touched
her hand. She moaned louder. Fingering my clitoris, I
wanted to finger her's. My finger performed an
exquisite dance. I grew closer to orgasm. Then Lori
Anne turned over and her eyes opened wide and I was so
miserably caught and I saw all the repercussions that
would happen and I began to shake.
"May?" Lori Anne said.
"What?" I somehow choked out.
"Make love to me?"
I sat there and stared.
Rising up on one elbow, Lori Anne said: "I've been
awake the whole time. Didn't you know?"
"No," I admitted, shakily. "I thought you were
dreaming."
"I was," she whispered. "Of you. Then I woke up, and
you were standing there above me, and I decided to take
a chance."
I continued to shake. "I don't...know what to say."
"Did I--" she began, but I cut her off.
"No," I whispered. "You did just right. I'm shaken,
that's all."
She put her hand over mine. "I've known all along," she
said.
"That I was bi?"
She smiled. "Actually, I thought you were gay."
I laughed. "What about you?" I asked.
She slowly nodded.
My God, I thought. How could I not know?
Nodding at Keri, I raised my eyebrows and Lori Anne
shook her head. Then she grinned. "At least, not yet,"
she said, indicating there was hope.
"How long?" I asked. By now, she held both of my hands.
"About a year. We were freak dancing, you know, in
front of the guys? We did everything but take off our
clothes. We kissed and pretended to touch ourselves,
and suddenly--" a sad grin crept across her face "--I
realized I wasn't pretending anymore" She shrugged.
"I've known it since then."
"Have you ever..." I asked.
She shook her head.
"Are you afraid?"
This time she nodded.
"So am I."
Leaning forward, I lowered my face to hers and gently
kissed her lips. Then I pulled away again. "You may not
like what happens," I warned. "It gets pretty intense."
She placed her hands on my thighs. "I'm ready, May.
Believe me."
That's what I thought, too," I said, looking deeply
into her eyes. "My first time." Then I smiled. "I
wasn't as prepared as I thought."
Then she did something that left me totally shocked.
Taking my right hand, she drew it to her face, then put
my middle finger into her mouth. Keeping her eyes
locked on mine, she gently sucked upon it. Then she did
my other hand.
"I'm ready," she assured me. Then she drew me down to
her and we began to kiss.
*
Guys think two girls together are cool. For them it
probably is. For us, however, making love to another
woman is so far beyond sex, or even sexuality, that you
may as well compare a bite of a McDonald's hamburger
with a swim in a crystal clear lake. Not only is it not
the same thing, they don't even relate.
Settling atop Lori Anne, I let my hands slide up her
arms, and then around her neck. We began to kiss with
our tongues, and tasting her, I moaned softly. Her
hands flattened against my shoulder blades, then went
to my shoulders, and she held me very tight. Our legs
intertwined. Then Lori Anne kissed my cheek and my nose
and both of my eyelids, and I kissed her right back.
"Should we go upstairs?" she whispered.
"If you don't want to disturb your friend."
She looked over at Keri. Her look of longing nearly
broke my heart.
"Why don't you just ask her?" I said.
"I can't."
"You might be surprised."
Lori Anne shook her head. "She's hung up on guys. One
guy, in particular," she said.
"But you're hung up on her," I said. "Does she know?"
Lori Anne shook her head. Then she shrugged. "I dunno.
Maybe. I wish I knew."
Then Keri shocked us both by turning over. She looked
ready to cry. Then she did cry, breaking out in huge,
noisy sobs.
"Keri!" Lori Anne cried. She reached out and grabbed at
her hand, but Keri pulled away. I got off Lori Anne in
a hurry.
"A year, El!" Keri wailed. "That's how long I waited!
And you do this?" Rising to her knees, she struggled to
get away.
"Wait!" Lori Anne begged, grabbing her friend by the
knees. "Keri! Wait!"
While Keri struggled to get free, I scooted away on my
butt. How could I be so stupid? Fighting hot tears, I
got to my feet and ran out of the room. Lori Anne
called after me but I ran up the stairs to the second
floor. Throwing myself across the bed, I jammed pillows
over my head, trying to block out their shouts. I was
unsuccessful.
"How could you!" Keri wailed.
"I didn't know!"
"How could you not! You practically took my clothes off
that night! You kissed me, for God's sakes! You played
with my boobs! You did everything but fuck me!"
"But we were just dancing!"
"I wasn't just dancing!" Keri wailed.
"I know, I know!" Lori Anne soothed.
Their yelling faded away to talking, and then I could
not hear them at all. I listened to myself cry.
"How could you be so stupid, May?" I sobbed.
I answered. "Because I'm an asshole, that's how.
Because I'm lonely and miserable and alone!"
Then someone touched my leg and I shrieked.
"May! May! Take it easy," Lori Anne said. "It's me."
I turned over, thoroughly shaken and found that Keri
was with her. My voice cracked: "I'm so sorry, you two!
Don't you see I'm sorry!" I cried. "I didn't know!"
"May, stop. Nobody's blaming you."
I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "You're not?"
"Of course we're not. How could we?" She looked then at
Keri. "You got us to talk. We worked things out. We
both feel just the same."
"And we have a solution," Keri said.
Wiping my nose, I said: "A solution?"
Lori Anne nodded. She sat down on the bed and rubbed my
leg. She said: "I decided--we decided--that because you
were first, we couldn't leave you out."
Up on my elbows, I just lay there and stared.
Lori Anne continued. "If it weren't for you, we'd never
have said a thing."
Keri nodded. "I didn't have the balls to say squat. Not
even tonight, when I thought for sure I would. I'm not
sure I ever could."
Lori Anne said, "You brought it out in the open. May.
Made us fess up." She again looked at Keri. "We owe you
so much." Still looking into Keri's eyes, Lori Anne
said: "We want to make love to you, May. Both of us at
once."
Shock froze my mind and I couldn't speak.
"As a thank you," Keri said. "For getting us right."
She slowly blinked. "If that's okay?"
Okay? To make love to them both? To have them both make
love to me?
Lori Anne and Keri both removed their sweaters and then
their brassieres. I gulped loudly as they unzipped
their jeans. Naked first, Lori Anne helped Keri remove
her pants, then took off her panties. Then Lori Anne
and Keri kissed and my heart rate soared. It climbed
again when Keri's hand cupped Lori Anne's right breast.
Then, together, they removed my negligee.
"Oh, my," I whispered, finding myself nude.
While Lori Anne fell atop me and began kissing my
breasts, Keri kissed my stomach, then attacked my
navel. I began to squirm. Overwhelmed by two lovers at
once, I loudly gasped, then shivered everywhere at
once. Deep inside my vagina, inside my rectum too,
muscles clenched tight. My mind clenched. Whatever
hormone fuels a woman's desire, that hormone flooded my
bloodstream and this little girl was suddenly moaning
with desire, lust and need.
"Please," I begged, taking Lori Anne away from my
breasts. "I need you. I need you right now."
She moved to my mouth, giving me her tongue, and
fireworks went off in my brain. A full Forth of July
display. Then I conveyed to Keri my desperate need and,
leaving my tortured navel behind, she joined Lori Anne
at my mouth. One kept my tongue busy, while the other
one attacked my neck. I watched, enthralled, as the two
lovers kissed, their jaw muscles working hard. Then we
all three kissed at once.
As the minutes wore on, touching gave way to
possession, and my vagina alternately filled with Lori
Anne's fingers, or those of Keri. More than once, it
was both. They also worked together on my clitoris,
making me absolutely nuts.
"Stop!" I gasped, shuddering intensely.
Lori Anne laughed. She held my eyes with her own.
"Please!" I begged. "This is too much!"
Then Keri was between my legs and spreading my lips and
kissing and licking my clitoris. I felt it grow full.
Then Lori Anne sat up and straddled my chest, then
moved her vagina directly over my mouth; I attacked it
maniacally, sucking and kissing and licking. I wrapped
my arms around her thighs and rose off the bed, letting
Keri penetrate me with her tongue. That was the end.
Exploding into orgasm (who am I kidding--I'd been
orgasming for fifteen minutes), I rammed my tongue deep
inside Lori Anne, trying for her cervix. Keri tried for
my own. Then Lori Anne erupted in a joyful wail and
tightened on my tongue, and began to orgasm herself.
Keri shuddered and I felt her working her own clitoris,
as she sucked upon mine. My orgasm climbed Mt. Everest
and peaked.
I cried out between Lori Anne's legs,
"Stoooooooooooooooooop!" and then I passed out.
*
That night was three years ago. I have since moved on
to a teaching position at the University of
Pennsylvania, where my lover twins attend. They intend
to continue with their post-graduate work next year.
Lori Anne changed her major during her sophomore year,
switching from law enforcement to psychology. She
intends to become a sex therapist, helping women to
understand their sexuality. Perhaps she can help me
understand mine.
Keri has chosen family law, with an eye toward helping
battered women. I think that's an admirable choice.
Women need all the help they can get.
And the three of us? We share an apartment off campus,
and each other's beds. Lori Anne and Keri are
inseparable lovers. They talk of someday getting
married. Perhaps by then, same sex marriage will be
legal.
Meanwhile, I'm happy with my loving pair. They pair on
me two or three nights a week, or whenever I'm down,
and drown my problems in sex. Sex is very underrated in
the treatment of depression. The rest of our nights we
snuggle together in bed, usually after Lori Anne and
Keri make love. I have never seen such a happy pair.
As I write this final paragraph, Keri-brat is kissing
my neck while Lori Anne-brat insists on removing my
bra. Oops, there it goes now. And I just lost my top.
Before Lori Anne gets my jeans down around my ankles--I
know what she intends to do--I better get this document
saved and sign off. I only wish you were. Perhaps, in
the near future, you will be.
Love,
May (and Lori Anne and Keri)
Saturday, June 8, 2002
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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