Kerri and Me Pt. 2 [FF],[FF]

Part 2.

[Synopsis, from Part 1: Kerri’s marriage was collapsing and she thought it was because she was a lesbian. I have been friends with her for years, and for some reason, she chose to come out to me. But I am a slut and she certainly picked the right person to tell. It was serious fun, then it became a whole lot of other things.]

The next few weeks went on, Kerri and I shared each other’s house, bodies, it was a delirious time. We nearly got caught when we weren’t paying attention to the time one day. Luckily we heard the girls banging through the garage before they came into the house. Something held them up, Kerri and I ran to the guest room where whipped her clothes on and went out to meet them. I was dressed in very quick time and when I came out, I saw Kerri at the coffee machine and the girls sitting at the breakfast bar. A close call, our carelessness. Later, the relief of getting away with it hit and we were giggling like the girls.

We were at Kerri’s place on a Thursday, and making love, doing housework, cumming and cleaning. Holding each other, Kerri said, “I’ve moved into this room. I not sleeping with Bill anymore.”

“Oh? How does he feel about that?”

“Nothing at all, he hasn’t said anything.”

“What? He doesn’t care?”

“No, I don’t think so. Not anymore anyway. We haven’t argued in weeks. I think we’ve just given up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I said, being polite.

“No, you’re not.” Kerri said.

“No, I’m not.” I said. “Sooner or later, I suppose.”

“Yep,” Kerri replied, “And I am OK with that. I know I shouldn’t be, nineteen years of marriage just tossed away. But really, it’s a relief.”

I said nothing, just letting her get it off her chest, her beautiful breast laden chest, with the eminently suckable, darkened nipples and firm roundness. “You know I am going to have to tell Julie-Ann, she will be upset, but it really has to be soon.”

“She’s a smart kid, she has already figured it out, I bet.”

“I should at least have the courage to tell her and not just slink around the issues.”

“That is for you and Bill to decide, what you will say and when you will tell her. You might want to get your stories straight first though.”

“I know, but one thing at a time.”

“You can’t take too long, and the longer you draw this out the harder it is going to get.” I really didn’t want her to be distracted from the important things in her life, like me. Oh I know, that sounded dreadful and I really didn’t mean it like that, but I was thinking that at this point, better to get Bill out of her life, so she could move on. Where I was going to fit into this, well – who knew? I knew I wanted to be in her life but whether this could continue or not, I didn’t know – not until both Jules and Charvi then Don found a way through for us. First, the girls.

Their birthdays are only 12 days apart and we had decided that is this was going to be their eighteenth birthdays, it would be as one great party. Jules was second, and as it fell on a Saturday then that would be the day. Well, OK we didn’t decide, Charvi did, and when backed up by Jules, it was accepted that was the way it was going to happen. We celebrated their birthdays and it all went swimmingly well, except Bill was pretty much excluded from it all. He came but I did not think he felt welcome by this time. Jules spent some time with him, as did Don and Jax, but he really was pretty much ignored. He moved out the next day, so it must have been planned that way. All in all, it was a pretty wonderful evening out at a restaurant, expensive and not so noisy.

Later in the evening though, I went to the bathroom, and Jules joined me. She laughed and said that I looked particularly beautiful this evening. I thanked her as said the same of her, and she is. She is not tall, only 5foot 3inches, but she has dark and lustrous hair like Kerri. Her skin is a smooth and very soft colour with dark eyes. She is shapely and gorgeous. Then she thanked me for having their joint birthdays and sharing the costs of the meal. She came close and hugged me, then she kissed my cheek but didn’t let go. I looked at her and she kissed me, on the lips.

“You’re beautiful and Charvi gets her’s from you. Thank you for that.” She kissed me again, and this time, I responded. At first, I kissed her back, then pulled away.

“That’s nice you think that,” I said, “But it took two to make her.”

“I know, but she got the best bits from you.” She laughed.

Someone else came in then. Jules hugged me again, and said, “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. The woman smiled and went on while Jules left and I primped a little and then returned her smile.

I worked the following Monday and Tuesday, I went to Kerri’s. When I got there, one look at Kerri and I knew something was wrong.

“The girls are here,” she said, quietly. “they refused to go to school and said they would wait until you got here. I was going to call, but can’t find my cell phone. I think they know.”

I hadn’t told Kerri about Saturday night and thought that after the way Jules kissed me, Kerri was probably right. I nodded and shrugged, “Oh well, we just have to see what the problem is.”

I saw them sitting on the sofa, waiting. “Why aren’t you in school ladies?”

“We wanted a day off Mom.” said Charvi.

“We wanted to talk to you, like grownups.” said Jules. “We’re eighteen now, so there is a lot of things we can do that we couldn’t last week.”

“So?” I asked, “Is there a point to this?”

“Dad moved out yesterday.” Jules went on. “At one level it was about time, but at another, well, I’m not overly happy about it all.”

“Honey, that wasn’t your fault, it has nothing to do with you, I-” Kerri started.

“I know Mom, but it is still not a good thing for me to witness. Glad I am a bit older and I know this has been coming for years, but it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“I know honey, but these things happen.”

“We know,” said Charvi, “And we know why now too.”

“You know what Charvi?” I asked.

“Dad has a girlfriend, Mom,” Jules said, “He told me yesterday. He didn’t want to tell you, but he’s known her for a while and she told him to move in with her or find someone else. He waited until my birthday, now he is gone.”

Kerri took this news with a lot more aplomb than I would have. “And so do you.” Jules went on.

“What?” They knew, we were caught, like mice in a trap, but of our own making.

“Have a girlfriend, Mom.”

“What?” Surprised now.

“Mindy.” A statement.

“What?” we chorussed.

“It’s OK, Mom,” said Charvi, “We know, or guessed a little while ago.”

“We been at school and you guys have been at it!”

“At what?” Kerri asked, looking more like a fox caught in a hunter’s spotlight.

“Mo-o-om!” Jules asked. “Look, Mom, with all the porn you been watching, ever hear of the Mother Daughter Exchange Club?”

I blinked? What? What the fuck are they talking about? Exchange club? Mother-daugher? I must have looked seriously puzzled, as Charvi said, “Mom, its a series of porn movies, lesbian porn. We know Kerri has been watching a lot of it, and has seen quite a few of the films from a company called Girlfriends Films.”

“How-?”

“You were careful to delete the history, but then you also deleted mine.” Jules said, “I couldn’t find something because the history was deleted and I know I didn’t do it. So I activated the Windows Parent Control Tools. That was an eye opener, I can tell you.” She laughed. “And we have talked it over ourselves and that is what we want to do.”

Kerri looked like she was about to die of shock and I just wasn’t getting what they were saying. OK, we’ve been caught, I can handle that, but what the fuck is it they are talking about?

“Sorry, I’m missing something here, what are you talking about?”

“Simple Mom, we are going to do a swap.”

“A swap of what?”

“Lovers, Mom.”

“WHAT?” I must admit, I must have been pretty slow on the uptake here, but what I seemed to be hearing was just out of my experience.

“Well, Mindy,” Jules said, “You and I are going into my room and we are going to have sex.”

“Oh no we are not!” I said, my reaction clearly horrified. “You’re not legal, you’re only seventeen!”

“Eighteen last Saturday and legal.” Jules replied, calmly, “So am I Mom,” followed Charvi. “We have been wanting to do this since we realized you two were lovers.” “We didn’t think it was possible before, but we have been talking about it for years.” Jules continued. “Ever since we became lovers, Mom.” Charvi completed.

“You? Lovers?”

“Yes, lovers and have been since I broke up with that Jerry goon.” Charvi said.

“God! That was…was.. years ago!”

“Yes, when we were 14 Mom.” Charvi said, “I was hurting and Jules – well she loved me. We have been lovers ever since.”

“So, you are both bi-sexual then?”

“That is what we want to find out, Mindy.” Jules told us. “We have never been interested in any other girls, or women, but-” she hesitated.

I looked quizzical at them. “We were talking one night about if we were interested in anyone else, girls I mean, boys… well-” Charvi said. “And we weren’t. Except we had just watched a Mother Daughter Exchange Club movie and we though we would love to do that. But it just never seemed possible.” Jules continued.

“Until now?” I prompted.

“Yeah, when we realised what was going on between you two, we just waited for the right moment. That is today.”

“Well, that ain’t happening,” I said. “This is not just something you can turn on an off like a light switch. Right now, I really don’t want to be sharing Kerri with anyone else!” There, I said it.

“Does that include Dad, Mom?” Charvi asked.

“Yes, it does.,” I replied, without thinking of the implications of what she was asking. Then it hit me. It must have shown on my face as Charvi went on and said, “You haven’t always been as discrete as you think you have been Mom,” she replied, “Not so quiet conversations in the middle of the night or while having sex are not always the best times to be discussing these issues. Mom, Kerri is the only other woman I would be interested in having sex with – so far.”

“And I have loved you for years, Mindy, and never done anything about it. Couldn’t, until I turned eighteen.” Jules said.

“Desire is different than love,” I said.

“Well, I desire you then.”

“W-Wait a moment here,” Kerri said, “Wait a moment, let me in on this conversation, please.” We all turned to Kerri, realising we actually had cut her out of the discussion. “You guys are telling us that you been in a physical relationship for years and now you want to expand it to include us, is that right?”

“Yeah, Mom, that’s it, precisely.”

“Kerri-” I started

“Well, I love you Mindy, and I have really loved our time together, and want it to continue, above everything.”

“But I am being a selfish bitch here, not wanting to share you at all.”

“I know, and that’s OK. But, we’re never going to be exclusive are we?”

I thought a moment and realised that unless we moved in together, that I dumped Don, she was right. I had nothing to say to that. “No.” And I felt any resistance crumbling.

Kerri look at the girls and asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” They chorussed.

“So-” Kerri stood and held her hand out to Charvi, she smiled and stood, took Kerri’s hand and they left, heading towards the guest room.

I shook my head as my lover led my daughter out of the lounge, disappearing into the corridor. I was in turmoil over this. Did I want my lover to be fucking my daughter? Did I want my daughter fucking my lover? I didn’t know what to feel right then. Was I jealous or envious? I felt Jules’ eyes on me and flicked her a quick glance.

Jules then stood and came over to me, “Please I don’t want you to feel bad about us. Mom is really lucky to have found herself a wonderful friend and lover. She needed it, that’s for sure.”

She moved closer, and tried to wrap herself around me, but I stepped back. “Jules, stop it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because-” I said, and that sounded lame, even to me, so I stopped.

“Look,Charvi-” she blurred out as I fell into myself. I said nothing, wasn’t listening. So was I feeling jealousy, or anger or fear or what? My lover was fucking my daughter! So was I feeling anger or envy? What the fuck!! Where did that come from? Was I really jealous that my daughter was about to fuck my lover or that it was not me who was fucking my daughter? Jesus fucking Christ! Incest? I flashed back through al those intimate little moments I had had with Charvi. The hugs, the kisses, touching each other. I never thought about them before, they were just a normal part of life with her. They had always been there, but was there something else? And Jules? She too was closer than perhaps she should have been. She had been there for a long time too. What the fuck was I thinking? Feeling?

“-Mindy….Mindy. Are you with me?” I felt her arms around me, “Stay with me.” I felt her lips on me, her breath hot against the skin of my face, her soft breasts pushed into my body. My arms took hold of her, of their own volition, and I held her, just held her for something to help me stop falling over I think. I turned to look at her, and felt her lips pressing on mine, and my lips responded to hers. I felt her tongue probing my lips, my teeth and I opened slightly to let her in. I kissed her, our tongues wrestled and we held each other. She pulled me down, onto the sofa, and we struggled together, removing clothes, touching, caressing, kissing and tasting the soft skin of each other. Jules’ hands were on my breasts, my stomach and then cupped my mons.

I felt her hand caressing my clit through my panties, and I felt my sex swell with the pleasure of her touch. Her fingers slid inside the silken material to make full contact with my hardening clit and swelling lips. Oooohhh, my body was telling me that it wanted what she was doing to me. Her fingers felt their way into me, inserting themselves into my love tunnel as the palm of her hand squashed my clit. My legs had spread automatically, well, OK, I am a slut, but the ease with which I was accepting Jules’ ministrations of my body really did surprise me. The adrenalin and hormonal surges just wracked me, making my skin super sensitive, as her other hand caressed me and her lips gently swiped over me.

I felt my panties being slid off me as her lips rolled over me stomach, her gentle kisses aimed at the junction of my thighs. It seemed to take forever, but finally, I felt her tongue caressing my clit, her hair on my legs, her lips suckling my labia lips. Jule’s tongue moved all over my mons, my labia, inserted itself into my vagina, then over my clit, then back again. She was taking me to greater and greater heights of passion, tensions building within me, demanding they be released.

And they were! I must have screamed my cum. I just spasmed and convulsed all at once. It just felt so fucking good. I was left a trembling mess on the couch. Jules kissed her way back up my body, over my bra covered breasts and kissed me on the mouth. Her taste was different than Kerri’s but alike in some indefineable ways but distinctly her own. Then, her mouth was also covered with my juices which I really don’t mind at all. Sometimes I wish my tongue was long enough to lick my own pussy, but then I occasionally substitue that with sucking Don’s cum covered prick after he has fucked me. Really yummy, believe me.

When I caught my breath, I reached around Jules and removed her bra, running my hands over the soft swell of her breasts. Her nipples stood proudly, and I pushed her back onto the couch and took one of them into my mouth. Then I slowly made love to her, kissing and touching her body, removing the last of her clothes. Then I kissed her body, and without much dely, swooped onto her cunt. I did everything I could with my mouth to make her cum, and in a short span of time, she did. That didn’t stop me, I just kep tonguing her. I lapped her clit and lips over and over, until she cum again. Then I swiped one last time over her and just crawled over her body to kiss her mouth.

She was so young and fresh, tasting so nice. I held her for a while as her body returned to a more relaxed state, her breathing calmed.

“Ooohhh fuck – that was so fucking nice – better than anything I ever dreamed of!” she whispered. Then she kissed me again. “I want that again.” she continued.

This time, Jules stood and gently pushed me onto the flat of the couch, then positioned herself so I could lick her lips in a classic sixty-nine. I looked up and saw her fuzz descending onto my face with her pink lips swollen and a projecting bud right at the top. For me, this is a real turn on. A sixty-niner is the most sensual thing I can do with another person. I love them. Whether it is a dick or a clit, I don’t care which, I just love them.

I was buried under the flesh and taste of Jules’ dripping love box, an extremely pleasant place to be I thought. I felt her munching my muff, lapping my labia, call it what you will, but it was really nice as the tensions again grew in me. Fuck, she might not be all that old but she really knew how to lick a clit. Charvi was really lucky to have such a good friend.

Thinking of Charvi nearly put me off my stride. What is it that I am feeling about her? Totally confusing. Concentrate girl, you have a clit under your tongue, go for it, lick it, make her cum! So I concentrated, focussed on nothing else. I licked the clit, pushed my tongue into her vaginal canal, gummed her clit, sucked her labia lips, over and over again. I could feel the tensions rising within her, her trembling legs struggling to hold her up. Then the release of her spasms as she came, hard, onto my mouth.

Jules collapsed onto me, with her mouth on my sex, still slowly, lapping me. She was not moving anything other than her tongue. It was rythmic, it was sensuous, it was pleasuring me in a very soft and gentle way, unexpected. I wasn’t going to cum, but it was just really very nice.

“Oh my,” I heard, “That was really sexy.”

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