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Way Better
by YourGhost (ilikeknives@msn.com)

***

But of course, it couldn't be, Melissa told herself as 
she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It 
was just a leftover thing from watching that movie. 
There was no way she could be turning into a lesbo. 
"I'm straight, for crying out loud," she said to no one 
as she toweled her body dry. (Fg, ped, inc, mast, oral, 
1st-lesbian-expr)

***

Twelve year old Melissa Hunt studied the TV schedule 
while her mom flipped channels. There didn't appear to 
be anything on, though. Lizzie McGuire (Melissa's 
favorite show) had just ended, and now there was just 
dumb cop shows and doctor shows and reality shows. 
There were movies, too, on cable, but none of them 
sounded interesting. Melissa was just about ready to 
throw the schedule down and go into her room to play on 
the computer when Mom said, "Let's watch this."

Melissa looked up and saw a strange and unexpected 
scene: a girl in a bunny costume, singing in a 
nightclub.

"What is it?" she asked, wrinkling her nose.

"It's called, Better Than Chocolate," Mom replied, 
still holding the remote out in front of her like a 
divining rod. "It's a love story."

"Oh. Okay."

Melissa loved love stories. But as she snuggled up to 
her mom and watched the movie, she realized that this 
wasn't like any love story she'd ever seen before. For 
one thing, there weren't any cute guys in it except for 
the one girl's brother, and for another thing, it was 
the two main girls who were in love. They were lesbos. 
They kept kissing and hugging each other, and flirting 
with each other, and they even took a shower together, 
and painted each other's bodies naked. Why would her 
mom want to watch something like this? And let her 
watch it too?

Not that Melissa thought it was bad or anything. In 
fact, she thought it was kinda cool. The girls were 
pretty, and they sure seemed to be in love with each 
other, and it was so unfair that people would hate them 
just because they were both girls. By the time the 
movie was over and the girls' love had triumphed, 
Melissa had decided that there wasn't anything at all 
wrong with girls who wanted to be lesbos.

"How about some ice cream?" Mom asked.

"Sure!" Melissa replied with a big grin; she loved ice 
cream even more than love stories.

"Come on, then."

Melissa followed her mom into the kitchen. She got the 
bowls, the spoons and the ice cream scoop while Mom got 
the ice cream from the fridge. Chocolate, her favorite. 
They sat across from each other at the table and Mom 
started scooping big globs of double fudge into the 
bowls.

"So, tell me," Mom said as she worked, "what did you 
think of the movie?"

"Well," Melissa replied, "the title of the movie was 
wrong."

"Wrong? Why?"

"Because there's nothing better than chocolate."

Mom laughed a little and said, "Oh, I don't know about 
that. There are a lot of very yummy things in this 
world."

"Nothing as yummy as this," Melissa said, then put a 
whole spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. She already 
had some of it smeared all over her lips.

"Besides the title," Mom went on, "what did you think 
of it? Did you like it?"

Melissa shrugged, swallowed her ice cream, and said, 
"Yeah it was cool." She wanted to say more, but wasn't 
exactly sure what she should say.

"I thought it was very romantic," Mom offered. "I like 
love stories with happy endings, don't you?"

"Yeah. Sad endings suck."

Mom chuckled, then asked, "What did you think of the 
girls? Did you think they were pretty?"

"The girl with the red curly hair was. The other girl 
was too, but she wasn't nearly as pretty as the red 
haired girl. She was beautiful."

"I think so too," Mom said. She spooned some of her ice 
cream, swallowed, then asked, "What about the fact that 
they were both girls? Did that bother you at all?"

Melissa shrugged again and said, "No, it was cool." She 
was telling the truth, but at the same time she 
realized she felt a little uncomfortable. She thought 
it was kinda weird that she would be talking with her 
mom about lesbos.

"It didn't bother me, either," Mom said. "I think if 
two people love each other, it shouldn't matter whether 
they're a boy and a girl, or whether they're two girls, 
or whatever. If they love each other, then it should be 
okay for them to be together."

"Yeah, it should," Melissa said. "But a lot of people 
don't like gay people. They think they're sick or 
whatever. This girl I know at school, Ronda Gabaldon, 
she says gay people are evil and will burn in Hell when 
they die."

"That's bullshit," Mom said, which surprised Melissa; 
her mom didn't usually talk like that. Plus, she seemed 
more mad than she should have been.

Melissa swallowed another glob of ice cream, then said, 
"Ronda Gabaldon's stupid."

***

At ten o'clock Melissa went in to take her nightly 
shower. She got the water going, made sure it wasn't 
too hot, then quickly stripped off her clothes and got 
in. She grabbed the soap and began soaping herself 
down, starting with her shoulders and her arms, then 
her chest and stomach, then her butt, legs and feet. 
She made sure she got everything clean, then worked 
some shampoo into her long blonde hair. She kneaded it 
into a huge lather, scrubbed and massaged, until she 
was confident that her hair too was clean, then took 
the shower head down and rinsed all the shampoo out. 

Once she was done with that she turned the heat down a 
little bit, so that it was more warm than hot, then 
adjusted the shower head from spray to pulsate. She 
leaned against the shower wall and began directing the 
water over her small pointed boobs. She closed her eyes 
and smiled slightly at the immediate pleasure that 
coursed through her. She used her free hand to caress 
her boobs as the water gently beat on her skin, her 
fingertips gliding over them, squeezing and pulling, 
tapering over her hardening nipples. 

As she touched herself she thought about Jason Miller. 
He was a ninth grader, two years ahead of her, and he 
was the cutest boy in Melissa's whole middle school. 
He'd sat and talked with her at lunch a few days ago, 
and after school he'd even walked her home. Ever since 
then Melissa had been thinking about him, imagining 
what it would be like to kiss him. She thought about 
that now, too, except in addition to kissing, she 
imagined Jason touching her the same way she was 
touching herself. 

It had quickly become her favorite sex fantasy for when 
she was in the shower (or sometimes in bed, if she was 
sure her mom was asleep), but for some reason she was 
finding it sort of difficult to focus on. Her picture 
of him didn't seem as sharp or intense as it usually 
was, and the resultant feelings in her body weren't as 
exciting. And then he just kind of drifted away 
altogether, replaced by an image of those two girls 
from the lesbo movie.

They were in the shower too, like they had been in the 
movie, naked and wet and kissing each other 
passionately, their glistening boobs pressed together 
as they embraced. The red haired girl's hands came up 
between them and she began caressing the blonde girl's 
boobs and playing with her nipples (a scene they hadn't 
shown in the movie), and then she dipped her head and 
started kissing and sucking them. Melissa was a little 
startled by this vision, but only because she'd never 
really thought about girls like this before. She kinda 
liked the idea of the girls together, though, in love 
and doing loving sexy things to each other.

She decided to keep thinking about it as she sprayed 
warm pulsating water over her boobs, only now instead 
of the blonde girl from the movie, she was the one in 
the shower with the red haired girl. Melissa liked that 
even better. She imagined herself running her fingers 
through the red haired girl's curly hair as the red 
haired girl kissed and sucked her boobs and touched her 
between her legs. Melissa mimicked those touches with 
her own hand, alternating between her boobs and her 
pussy. Then she imagined the red haired girl getting 
down on her knees and kissing her down there, and as 
she imagined that she moved the pulsating shower head 
so that the water hit directly on her pussy. 

Within seconds she felt her orgasm pour through her, 
causing her to gasp and shudder with the force of it, 
then another one came, and another one. Melissa was 
surprised, almost shocked; she'd never had that many 
orgasms all at once before, nor were they ever so 
intense, even when she was thinking about Jason. It was 
almost like the idea of making out with a girl was 
better than the idea of making out with a boy.

But of course, it couldn't be, Melissa told herself as 
she put the shower head back and shut off the water. It 
was just a leftover thing from watching that movie. 
There was no way she could be turning into a lesbo.

"I'm straight, for crying out loud," she said to no one 
as she toweled her body dry.

***

Melissa and her mom went to bed at midnight. They only 
had one bedroom, and one bed, because Mom had to work 
at a job that didn't pay her much money. It had always 
been this way, but Melissa didn't mind. In fact, she 
had always enjoyed sharing a bed with her mom; it made 
her feel safe, and she was comforted by the presence of 
another person sleeping next to her. Plus, if she 
wasn't too tired, Mom liked to stay awake and talk for 
a little while. Melissa liked talking in bed at night.

Mom wasn't too tired tonight, but she didn't want to 
talk about the stuff she normally talked about, like 
Melissa's schoolwork or the shopping they had to do the 
next day. Instead, Mom wanted to talk some more about 
the movie they'd watched. Or, actually, the girls in 
the movie.

"So, you thought the red haired girl was prettier?" Mom 
asked.

"Yeah," Melissa replied cautiously.

They were laying side by side, Melissa on her back and 
Mom facing her, really close, with her arm draped over 
Melissa's stomach.

"Did you like watching them together? Kissing and 
touching each other? Making love to each other?"

"Yeah," Melissa said again, suddenly feeling 
embarrassed because of what she'd thought about in the 
shower. Feeling a little excited too, which also 
embarrassed her. "They didn't show that much, though. I 
mean, they were naked and kissing and all that, but 
they didn't show any really lesbo stuff."

"Yeah, I know," Mom said, sounding a little 
disappointed. "It's too bad. I would have liked seeing 
them having sex." She slipped her hand under Melissa's 
peejay top and began to lightly rub her stomach. "Would 
you have liked it if they'd shown that kind of thing?"

"I dunno. I guess I wouldn't have minded it." Melissa 
was very aware of how her mom was touching her. She 
knew that it wasn't exactly how a mom was supposed to 
touch her daughter, but Mom had always given her nice 
caresses like this, and besides, it felt good, so she 
didn't say anything.

"I would have liked it," Mom went on. "The two of them 
kissing each other's breasts. Sucking each other's 
nipples. Licking each other's pussy."

Melissa was startled by her mom's language; she'd never 
heard her talk like that before. The words didn't 
really sound right, coming out of her mom's mouth, but 
at the same time Melissa had the sense that they 
belonged there. That Mom had said those words, probably 
to other people, and that she was comfortable saying 
them. Maybe even turned on by saying them. 

Melissa had to admit to herself that they turned her on 
too. She thought again about the fantasy she'd had in 
the shower, the part where the red haired girl had 
kissed her and touched her, except now she replaced the 
red haired girl with her mom. She could see Mom behind 
her closed eyes, wet and soapy as she took Melissa's 
small pointed boobs in her hands, and just as she was 
thinking this, as if Mom could read her mind, Melissa 
felt her mom's hand move from her stomach up to her 
chest.

Her palm slid almost casually over Melissa's right 
boob, then began to lightly squeeze and fondle it. At 
the same time Mom leaned closer to her and kissed her 
gently on the cheek. Melissa turned her head and looked 
at her and Mom kissed her again, this time on the lips. 
Mom's lips were cool and soft, and Melissa 
spontaneously returned her kiss. They kissed again, 
then a third time, and Melissa realized that they 
weren't just doing something impulsive and momentary; 
they were making out. Like lesbos.

A small voice inside Melissa's head said, You shouldn't 
be doing this, she's your mom and she's a girl, but 
another part of her, a silent and yet very strong part, 
seemed to take control of her. Her body acted on its 
own, her mouth returning her mom's kisses, opening 
eagerly and taking her mom's tongue in, and her hands 
roaming over her mom's back and shoulders, then down 
over her ribs to her boobs. 

Melissa caressed Mom the same way Mom was caressing 
her, lovingly sliding her hands over Mom's much larger 
boobs, gently squeezing and pulling on them. She felt 
Mom's nipples in her palms and she found herself 
wishing she could kiss them and suck on them.

Suddenly Mom pulled her mouth away from Melissa's and, 
in a husky voice, said, "God, you are so beautiful." 
Melissa didn't know whether she should say Thank you or 
You're beautiful too or But Mom I'm not a lesbo, but 
then in a second it didn't matter, because Mom was 
kissing her face and her neck, and unbuttoning 
Melissa's peejay top. 

Then in another few seconds she was kissing Melissa's 
boobs, and then she was licking them, swirling her 
tongue in little circles around Melissa's nipples, and 
Melissa couldn't have said anything anyway. She felt 
her nipples getting hard, and a warm fuzzy cloud was 
growing in her stomach.

Mom licked and nibbled on Melissa's nipples, and at the 
same time her hand moved down into Melissa's peejays, 
then into her panties. Mom began to rub her there as 
she continued to kiss and lick and suck on her boobs 
and Melissa responded with gasps and moans, moving her 
hips and arching her back, wanting it to get better 
even as she told herself that she shouldn't be liking 
this so much.

After another minute or so Mom started to kiss 
Melissa's stomach, licking her bellybutton and making 
her giggle. Then suddenly she sat up and took hold of 
the waistband of Melissa's peejay bottoms. Melissa 
watched as her mom pulled them down her thin legs, over 
her ankles and feet, then did the same thing with her 
panties. Melissa was naked now except for her peejay 
top, which was open and showing everything. She knew 
she should feel embarrassed, but all she could really 
feel right now was sort of nervous, and a little 
excited too.

Mom put her hands under the backs of Melissa's knees 
and moved her legs apart, then held them there as she 
gazed down at Melissa's fully exposed pussy.

"Oh, so gorgeous," she said. She dropped her head down 
between Melissa's legs and pressed her lips against her 
pussy. She kissed her there, then began to slowly lick 
her, tracing a line with her tongue along the soft 
folds. Melissa got up on her elbows and watched as her 
mom pushed her nose into Melissa's meager amount of 
pubic hair, her tongue slithering all over her pussy 
and even poking inside of her. 

She couldn't believe this was actually happening, her 
mom was having lesbo sex with her, but what Melissa 
found even more difficult to believe was that she was 
kind of enjoying it. Yeah, it felt strange, and tickled 
a little, but it felt nice too; the warm fuzzy cloud in 
her stomach was getting bigger and warmer, and soon it 
became so full and warm inside of her that she couldn't 
help but cry out. 

Mom continued to make lesbo love to Melissa, pushing 
her tongue into her pussy, and sliding it all up and 
down her lips, and around and around her clit, until 
finally Melissa began to come, the waves of pleasure 
shooting out in all directions from her pussy into her 
chest and arms and legs.

Melissa's body was still trembling and tingling, and 
she was still trying to catch her breath when Mom sat 
up on the bed. She smiled down at Melissa as she slowly 
pulled her nightgown up over her head, then tossed it 
onto the floor. Melissa's eyes automatically traveled 
over her mom's body, and she thought, Wow, it's so 
pretty.

Mom dropped back down and began kissing and licking her 
way up Melissa's body; her pussy and her stomach, her 
boobs, her neck and face, and then finally a long 
french kiss on the mouth. Melissa's legs were still 
spread wide and Mom was laying between them, and as Mom 
moved up even further Melissa could feel her mom's 
pussy pressing against her. 

She could feel Mom's pubic hair and pussy lips sliding 
over her own, much less hairy, pussy. And now Mom's big 
boobs were hovering above Melissa's face as she said, 
"Go ahead, darling. Suck Mommy's tits." And then she 
lowered herself so that her boobs were right on 
Melissa's face, one of them even touching her lips.

Melissa still felt like she couldn't control what she 
was doing as she opened her mouth and started to lick 
little circles around Mom's nipple. Then she took it in 
her mouth and began to gently suck it. At the same time 
Mom took hold of one of Melissa's hands and pulled it 
down between them until she was touching Mom's pussy. 

Melissa's fingers moved through her mom's pubic hair 
and over the lips, which were surprisingly warm and 
moist. She rubbed up and down, slowly at first, then 
more and more quickly, as she continued to suck on 
Mom's nipples, one then the other. Mom sighed and 
moaned and kissed the top of Melissa's head as she 
began to move her hips, pushing her pussy against 
Melissa's fingertips.

"Oh yes!" Mom said in a low sensuous voice. "Oh yeah, 
that's good. My good little baby. Suck Mommy's nipples, 
my sweet little baby. Yes, yes...."

Melissa did her best to suck her mom's bouncing boobs 
while at the same time rubbing Mom's pussy. Mom moaned 
and sighed some more as she moved her pussy over her 
daughter's fingers faster and faster, until finally she 
cried out and her body shuddered with orgasm.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Melissa for a few 
minutes, just holding her close and breathing heavily. 
Eventually, Mom moved off of Melissa and lay next to 
her on her back. She pulled Melissa close again, hugged 
her and kissed her forehead, and said, "You were 
wonderful, sweetheart."

Melissa was finally able to find her voice and she 
said, "Mom? Did we just have lesbo sex?"

Mom laughed lightly and said, "Well, we're two women, 
and we just made love. That doesn't necessarily mean 
we're lesbians, though. It's something you'll have to 
decide for yourself, darling. But I'll tell you, I 
really liked it. And I hope you did, too."

"Yeah," Melissa replied. "I did."

***

Melissa fell asleep in her mom's arms, but when she 
woke up the next morning she was laying near the edge 
of the bed and Mom was on her own side. Melissa, 
feeling strangely refreshed, sat up in bed and looked 
down at her mom, who was sleeping on her back 
peacefully. She studied her mom's beautiful face, her 
lovely golden hair, so much like Melissa's own. Then 
she carefully pulled the blankets down and looked at 
her mom's naked body, her large boobs and her flat 
belly, her slim hips and the dark golden bush of pubic 
hair on her pussy. 

Melissa recalled everything that had happened the night 
before, the movie the ice cream and the kissing and 
lovemaking with her mom, and the questions and 
reservations she'd had as well. Then, without really 
thinking about it, she reached down and began to caress 
Mom's boobs, first one then the other. Then she leaned 
over and kissed them. Then she took one large pink 
nipple into her young mouth and began to suck on it, 
thinking to herself that there wasn't anything wrong 
with lesbos after all. And that making love with 
another girl, especially her mom, really was better 
than chocolate. Way better.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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