Anne Remembers, Part 2

by mom.anne

Sarah's Story

She finished the dishes, and swept the kitchen floor. She walked into the living room and her daughter, Mia, was lying on the couch, reading her social studies book. Sarah lightly slapped her butt and she sat up so that Sarah could sit down beside her. She picked up her own book, opened to where she had stopped and began to read.

Mia finished her reading assignment, closed her book and put it away in her backpack. Sarah looked up from her book. "Are you still studying about the Great Depression?" Sarah asked her daughter.

"No," Mia responded "we are learning about World War II and Hitler now. With it being so close to the end of the year the teacher says this is the last section we will learn about."

"So what did you learn about World War II today?" Sarah asked.

"We learned why D-day was called D-day. The D standed for Day, and there were lots of D-days, its just that the one in France was the biggest one so that is what everyone remembers."

"Did you learn that it took place at H-hour?"

"No, "said Mia, "but I bet the H stands for hour."

They both laughed at this. Sarah was very proud of her little girl. Well, thought Sarah, not so little anymore. She was growing up. The first signs of maturity were appearing, and yes, Sarah was proud of that too. She was a beautiful little girl, and was becoming a beautiful young woman.

After watching a bit of TV together, Mia got up, kissed her mother goodnight and went to bed. Sarah turned off the TV, and continued to read until she too was getting drowsy. She got up and went in the bathroom to get ready for bed. On her way back to her bedroom, she checked on Mia. She was asleep, holding on to the teddy bear she had since she was an infant. She looked so innocent.

As Sarah watched her breathe, she thought of the threshold that Mia was approaching. While she still held on to being a little girl, her body was pushing her forward. She had developed breasts, which while still less than A cups, were clearly present. Her little girl butt was getting a bit rounder. Sarah had also noticed some hair beginning to appear in her pubic area, and she had begun to shave under her arms. She talked to her mother about shaving her legs and pubic hair, but had decided she did not need to start that yet. She had not begun to menstruate yet, but they had talked about it and Mia was prepared, and even a bit eager.

Sarah was lucky. Since she was a single mom since Mia was born, they became close and stayed that way. Mia was willing to talk to her mother about anything. When a friend had recently explained masturbation to her, she came home and talked to her mom. Sarah was open with her about the process and told her it was a very nice feeling. She said that she masturbated, and that most women did. Mia asked if she could try it, and ran off to her room. Sarah had to keep dinner warm as Mia tried out her new knowledge.

Sarah gave her little angel a kiss on her forehead, and went to bed.

The next morning, Sarah got Mia off to school, and then sat down to work on her most recent project. Sarah had a job writing copy for an advertising agency. She had originally taken the job because she like that she could do most of the work from home. It had been very handy when Mia was small, and now it had become so routine that she could not imagine going into an office every day.

The doorbell rang about 10 AM. It was a package from her Aunt Maggie. She had not seen her since her mother's funeral. Her mother and aunt had moved to New Mexico about 10 years ago. While she kept in contact with them, she did not visit often. After the funeral she still talked to her aunt weekly and most recently 2 days ago. She did not mention a package. Sarah put it aside until noon. She had learned over the years the importance in keeping her job time separate from her personal time. She would wait until lunch to open the box.

As Sarah's leftovers were heating, she opened the package. Inside was a lovely engraved wooden box made out of walnut. There was also a letter.

May 9th, 2012

My dearest Sarah,

It has been about a year now since your mother passed. I still miss her everyday, and I know from talking with you that you do too. But it also is a bit easier now. She is no longer in pain, and the wounds of her passing are beginning to heal.

But that is not why I am writing you this letter. It was your mom's request that you get this box. I decided to wait a bit until the pain of her passing decreased. I have not looked inside, but I believe it relates to when you were 8 years old, and my children and I move in with you and your mom.

That is all I am going to say about the box.

I hope we can talk soon. Give my love to Mia.

Maggie.

Sarah knew what Aunt Maggie was referring to. Well, Maggie was not really her aunt. Maggie was actually her mom's cousin. She was always Aunt Maggie to Sarah. And yes, Sarah could remember clearly the day her mother came into her room to tell her that Aunt Maggie and her two children were coming over.

They had finished dinner, and Sarah was in her room. Her mother had gotten a box of comic books from a rummage sale for a dollar. Sarah like re-reading her favorites. When her mother came in she was halfway through a Super Girl adventure. Her mom patted her butt, and told her Aunt Maggie and her cousins were coming to visit. Sarah looked up at her mom and was surprised that her mother was nude. Since it was just the two of them living in the house, they always saw each other nude, but that was like after showers or at bedtime. Her mom being nude now was different.

Anne then kissed Sarah. It was not a mom kiss, as Sarah saw it, but a boyfriend kiss. It was long, and Mom kept her mouth open a little bit, and even tried to French kiss her. Sarah pulled back and looked at her mom. Sarah remembered being very, very confused. She could not put into words what she was feeling. She just stuttered and could not get even one word out.

Anne looked at Sarah, and then pulled her into a hug. It felt wonderful to Sarah, a loving mom hug, but with Mom naked and her dressed it also felt kind of naughty. While hugging Sarah, Anne began to talk.

"I am sorry, Sarah, you are confused, I can see it in your eyes. I am moving too fast for you and not explaining what I am feeling or why I am nude. You get out of your school uniform and put on a robe and come into the living room. We will talk as soon as you are ready."

Anne then got up and left the room. Sarah remembers following her mother's request without thinking. She took off her blouse and skirt, and hung them in the closet. She removed her socks, and left on only her panties, and she put her robe on. She then stood looking at her door, afraid to open it and go out.

Sarah could still feel the indecision 33 years later. She knew that somehow, walking through that door and talking to her mom would change her life forever. She did not know if it would be good or bad, but it would never be the same. Slowly, almost from outside her body somewhere, a hand moved her hand to the doorknob. Sarah watch as her hand turned the knob, opened the door, and her legs carried her out of the room.

Her mother was sitting on the couch, wearing a robe, and drinking a glass of wine. There was a smaller glass of wine on the coffee table. Sarah knew that was her glass. Whenever they had "woman's night", a night just for them to do girl things together, like nails, or hair, or just watching a movie, Mom always gave her wine in the small glass. With the small glass of wine waiting for her, and her mom in a robe, things seems a little more normal again, And Sarah started feeling a little less strange. She sat down and picked up the wine.

Sarah's mom looked at Sarah, and asked her if she knew that she loved her with all her heart. Sarah responded that of course she knew that. Anne then reminded Sarah about the talks they had had about sexuality. Anne shared that sex was how babies were made, but also that it is very pleasurable and most people have sex even when they do not want babies. Her mom reminded her of talks they had regarding people who were gay or lesbian, and how they made love. They had also talked in the past about experimenting with others, and with yourself by masturbating.

Sarah acknowledged that she remembered all of those conversations. She admitted to her mom that she does rub once in a while, and that while playing house a few times with some of the kids in the neighborhood they had taken down their pants to show each other their privates. Her mom seemed happy about this and told her it was normal and healthy.

Anne pulled Sarah close to her and gave her a hug. She refilled her wine glass, and also refilled Sarah's, and then began her story of how she was raised outside of what many people believe is normal. She explained that her mother and father taught her about sex from a very young age, and that they did it by doing it with her. She explained that she had sex with her mother and father, and with Aunt Maggie. She did not explain about all the others involved, or about the pee and other more extreme activities.

Anne continued her explanation to Sarah.

"I think the best way to explain it is to just give you an example of a night where this occurred, when I was about your age. Dinner was over, and Maggie and I were watching TV, and my dad walked into the room naked, and sat on the couch. His cock was erect, and he was rubbing it. We knew what this meant. Soon after, our mom's came into the room, each wearing panties, but nothing else.

"Maggie's mom came up to me, and my mom went to Maggie. They started kissing us, and we started playing with their breasts. They always had such wonderful soft breasts. We loved to touch them, to suck on them and to play with them. Soon, they were undressing us both, and they also took off their panties, so we were all naked.

I laid on my back, and my mom moved above my face so I could lick her pussy. She was already very wet, and I could taste her juices. I loved the taste of my mom. I know for her it was best to lick up and down her lips, then lick her clitoris, and then go back to licking her lips. I kept doing this over and over as she got more excited. I knew she was getting close to coming. My dad moved between us and started rubbing Maggie's and my pussies with his hands. We used our hands to stroke his cock.

"We were getting excited, and yes, we were getting wet. My mom came, and her juices flowed into my mouth. I always felt so proud I was able to make my mom cum so hard. She collapsed on the floor, her pubic hair wet with her juices and my saliva. My dad started pumping his finger in and out of me and Maggie, and I scooted around so I could suck his cock. He was pumping into us faster and faster, and dad was fucking my mouth. I was so excited. My daddy's cock was in my mouth and my mother was watching me, with her legs spread wide, and her wet pussy as a reminder that I had satisfied one of my parents and was about to satisfy the other.

"He yelled, and shot into my mouth, and I came at the same time. I loved the feel of dad's sperm in my mouth. A minute later Maggie and her mom came, and I kissed Maggie, sharing my dad's cum with her."

Anne looked at Sarah. She was listening intently. They sat quietly for a few minutes. Sarah knew her mother was waiting for a response.

"How often did you do it?" Sarah asked.

"About 2 or 3 times a week" Answered her mom.

Sarah sat for a while longer, trying to process all this new information. "What age did they start teaching you?" she asked.

"To be honest, I do not remember exactly" Mom answered. "I know I was much younger than you are now."

Sarah sat quietly, thinking. She knew the idea made sense. Her mom had taught her everything that was important, why not sex. And she loved her mom and she knew her mom would never do anything bad to her. But it was so different, too.

It all was still so very clear, even 33 years later. All the feelings were like it happened yesterday. Sarah was scared, but also more excited then she could ever remember. She was trying to think if it was wrong, but at the same time, she wanted her mom to teach her, and to make her cum.

Sarah looked at her mom. She could see her breasts under her robe, rise and fall as she breathed. Sarah tried to think of what to say, but she realized words wouldn't work. Once again, her body took over before her brain had made the decision. Sarah stood up, and dropped her robe. She then pushed down her blue panties, and kicked them off. Mom sat quietly and watched.

Sarah walked over to her mom, and opened the top of her robe. She looked at Mom's breast like she was looking at them for the first time. She reached out, and felt the soft, smooth skin. Her mom put her hand on her nipple, and Sarah could feel Mom's nipple stiffen up under her hand. Mom pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. She could feel herself get wet, and she was breathing hard. There tongues played with each other as their hands discovered the softness of the others body. Sarah felt the pubic hair of her mother just as her mom was touching her wet little pussy for the first time. Sarah came.

That was the first of 4 orgasms for her that night, and lots of education. Her life had changed completely, and the next day when her Aunt and two cousins arrived, it changed even more.

Sarah returned to the present, and looked at the clock. She had been day dreaming for 3 hours. Her panties were soaked, and she had not eaten her lunch. Her daughter would be home soon. She put the box in her room, and decided to go through the contents after Mia went to bed. Since she had a general idea of the types of things her mother saved, she knew it was better to wait for when she could browse through the items uninterrupted.