| Butterflies And Roses, Chapter One I thought I would try my hand again at writing...this time, on my own. Hope you like it. My name is Andrea and I knew I was different at an early age. Mom, Amanda, just marked it off as me being an only child. You see, I’ve never liked boys and being an only child, I tended to be a bit of a loner also. I didn’t know at the time that my life was missing anything. I have always been a happy girl. Mom took care of me the best she could after Dad ran off with some floozy from his office. I never wanted for anything though. Mom had a good job, being a CPA after spending time taking college courses so that she could support me, since Dad didn’t leave us anything. I was also a good student at school, having an ‘A-‘ average due to being very curious about everything. At age ten, I loved reading everything I could get my hands on from History to Romance books, which Mom had a lot of around the house. After school, I would come home and get my homework done before fixing dinner for Mom and me. She usually comes home beat and has a glass of wine before dinner to unwind from her hard day of dealing in figures and clients all day. She was one of the top CPA’s in her office. We would have dinner and talk about school and work, and then I would give her shoulders a gentle massage to relieve her tired muscles. She always loved that and I was always happy to help. Mom worked all the time so she rarely went out on a date. Only the occasional ‘Girls’ Night Out’ as she called it. I think this is why I’m the way I am…that and Dad leaving us to fend for ourselves. Mom came home late tonight, but I had dinner ready for her and had her wine poured and waiting. Her bed was turned down and bath was ready and waiting as she came in the door. I knew something was wrong the moment she came in because she went straight up to her room and closed her door. I waited a moment before going up to check on her, worried that she was sick or something. As I got to her door, I could hear her crying and I got scared. Slowly, I eased the door open and peeked inside. Mom was sitting on the side of the bed with a note in her hand. I slowly, quietly entered her room and went to her. She jumped just a little when I brushed back her auburn locks from her tear-filled eyes and looked at her with concern. Without warning, Mom took hold of me, hugging me gently and crying on my shoulder. I stoked her hair and shushed her like she had done for me many times before, kissing the top of her head. Minutes later, her tears eased and she eased me back at arms length, looking me over and tried to smile. “Oh, Andrea,” she began. “You’re always here for me when I need you most. You always know what to do to help me through rough times. You’re such an angel.” Then, she lightly kissed me on the forehead and sat me down next to her. I looked down at the crumpled note in her hands and then back at her. She looked down at the note, almost as if she had forgotten it was there, then looked up at me again. “What’s wrong, Mom?” I asked in a soft, almost a whispering voice, pointing at the note. “This is going to be a bit hard to explain, but I know you’re a very bight little girl and I should have told you sooner…but Mommy’s a lesbian.” She paused to gage my reaction. “I know, Mom.” I assured her. “I think I’ve always known, since Dad left. But what’s with the note, Mom?” “Do you remember Diane…from the office?” She asked softly. “Of course, I do, Mom. She got me that iPod on my last birthday.” I replied. “She and I have been seeing each other for some time.” Mom whispered, fighting back her tears. “Well, Diane dumped me tonight for Debbie, the office slut.” She began crying again and I held her close, brushing her hair again. I was both upset and sad at Mom’s news. I eased the note from her hands, straightened it out and read it slowly.
Dear Amanda,
I’m very sorry to tell you that I have met someone else, someone I
can live my life with. I know you don’t like her, but things kinda
happened and we fell in love…Debbie and I. I should be telling you
this face to face, but I just couldn’t face you like this. We’re both
leaving the firm and moving to California to start our own firm.
Please, give Andrea my love and again, I’m very sorry to drop this on
you like this. I do still love you, but it just wasn’t working out
between us.
Love Always,
Diane
I got very angry and ripped up the note, throwing into the fireplace in Mom’s room before holding Mom tight, rocking her gently. “Oh, Mom…that horrible slut, Debbie…to steal Diane away from you like that. I hate her.” I growled softly. Mom lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me with tearful eyes. “Where did you hear that word from, hon?” She asked, not exactly angry, but almost. “The Internet, Mom.” I assured her. “I’ve learned a few things from there. There’s a lot of other things also. Maybe we can find you a new girlfriend.” This made her laugh just a bit. “And where would we look?” she quizzed. “Have you been looking in some bad places, Ang?” I nodded slowly. I’ll show you, but dinner’s getting cold and I know you need to eat something. Come on, Mom.” I lead Mom down to the dinning room and pulled out her seat for her. After she sat down, I helped push her chair to the table and rushed off to the kitchen to bring in the food. I filled her plate first, then mine. I went to the living room and got her wine, but noticed it had gotten a little warm. So, I put that glass in the fridge and got out another glass for her, pouring some fresh wine into it and placing it by her plate. After I poured me a glass of Kool-Aid, I sat down next to her and we started to eat. But Mom was mostly playing with her food and had a look on her face like she had something else on her mind. She whispered softly, eyes still on her plate. “Do you ha…have a …girlfriend?” I smiled a bit wickedly and fought back a bit of a giggle. “Well, there’s this hot new teacher at my school I’ve got my eye on.” I managed to say. Mom gasped, then looked at me in shock. But seeing the look on my face made us both laugh. “Oh, really…” She finally asked. “Which one? Have I met her?” “Her name is Ms. Bridgefield and she’s the new English teacher. I don’t think you’ve met her...” I paused, taking a sip of my Kool-Aid. “Yet!!!” Mom was taking a sip of her wine just as I said “Yet!!!” and spit it right across the table. We both laughed and I gently put a hand on hers. Mom smiled at me. “Is she a lesbian, too?” Mom managed to ask. “I don’t know, Mom.” I answered. “But I don’t think she is…yet.” Mom raised an eyebrow at this and looked at me a little more seriously. I know she was trying to find a way to ask, but wasn’t quite sure just how to respond to this. Finally, Mom was able to find the right words. “And just how do you intend to find out, Ang?” “I plan on seducing her, Mom…Duh!!!” then I laughed. Mom laughed, too! Somehow, we managed to finish dinner went upstairs. I helped Mom get ready for her bath, slowly removing her business jacket, then her skirt. I reach to help her with her bra and panties, but she stepped back and put up her hands. “I’m quite capable of taking these off myself, young lady,” she told me, half-sternly. “I know, Mom.” I told her. “But you’ve had a very rough day and I wanna pamper you tonight. Don’t worry, Mom. I won’t ‘seduce’ you…if you don’t want me to.” I added a wink. “Alright, hon. But no funny stuff, ok?” “Ok, Mom.” I smiled. “You either. Don’t want you taking advantage of your sweet, innocent little girl, now, would we?” “Sweet, yes.” She grinned. “But, innocent, somehow, I’m not buying that.” I winked at her and stepped forward, reaching around to unclasp her bra. I could feel Mom tremble a little bit as she felt my breath on her bare skin. I pulled the bra away and absentmindedly licked my lips. “Hey, don’t get any ideas, young lady. You promised.” “I’ve already got some ideas, but I did promise. You’re safe, Mom.”I assured her. “For now, You sexy thing you.” “ANDREA!!!!!!!” Mom gasped. I laughed and kneeled down in front of Mom, reaching out and slipping my small fingers into the waistband of her panties. I slowly…painfully slowly…eased Mom’s panties down her smooth thigh and down to her ankles. When I looked back up again, I found I was fact to face with Mom’s pussy…her smooth, freshly shaven pussy…and I sighed aloud. “WOW, Mom! When did you start shaving down here?” I asked as, out of reflex and admiration, reached out and lightly touched Mom’s smooth, hairless mound. “ANDREA DENISE DAVIDSON.” Mom screamed and backed away. I had to grab Mom quickly before she fell backwards into the bath tube. My hands were on her hips as I pulled her forward, mostly out of fear that she would hurt herself. In my attempts to rescue Mom. I pulled too much and ended up with my face right into her now dripping pussy. I couldn’t resist any longer and I gave Mom’s pussy a bold lick causing her to moan loudly. God, she tasted good and, before either of us realized it, I was licking Mom like crazy, causing Mom to grab my hair and pulling me closer to her sweet, wet pussy. I reached beside me, lowered the toilet lid and turned her, easing her down onto the seat, never once losing my prize. Mom’s legs fell wide apart, giving me easier access and I sucked her clit into my little mouth and shoved two fingers between her swollen pussy lips. As I moved my fingers in and out of her, I could hear Mom moaning and screaming, her grip on my head became firmer. “OH MY GOD, ANDREA. You little slut…suck me dry. Make Mommy cum…AIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!” Just then, Mom tightened up and her cum came squirting out in buckets, drenching my dimpled face and nearly drowning me, but I kept on drinking her up until there was nothing left. Mom collapsed panting and moaning, eyes closed while she licked her lips and rubbed her breasts. When Mom finally calmed down and I was sitting on the floor, licking my fingers clean, Mom smiled down at me and sighed. “Oh, Andrea,” She panted almost breathlessly. “That was awesome, sweetie. My God…where did you learn to do that?” “The Iter…” I began. “…net. Yeah, I know.” She laughed. “You have to show me where…after my bath.” I laughed and helped Mom off the toilet and eased her down into the now cooling bath. I turned on the hot water to warm it up and sat next to the tub as Mom and I talked more about what we just did. “I imagine you will make Ms. Bridgefield into a lesbian slut, too.” Mom sighed as she relaxed in the tub, sighing happily. |