The Hitchhiker, Part 5

by Thom

"Hey Mom, I've got something to tell you before I come home for Thanksgiving."

Of course I had something to tell her too. I had managed to avoid catching her up on my life since I dropped her a car and all of her stuff in California to go to college. For example, I had neglected to tell her that Jenny, the 12 year old that I picked up hitchhiking on the East Coast and took all the way across the country with me, had become my lover.

And I had neglected to tell her that Jenny didn't stay with her mom as planned but flew home with me. And I had neglected to tell her that I was telling everyone in our very small town in Maine that Jenny was a niece of mine, daughter of a half sister that I had neglected to tell everyone about.

My hoping that if I held on to Jenny tight enough the evening we got home would make the weekend and the fantasy I was living last forever didn't work. Reality had set in before the weekend was over. We had called Jenny's parents, first her mother and then her father, by Sunday afternoon. Both of them were better about the circumstances than I imagined they would be and certainly better than I would have been had it been my daughter. But, of course, I wouldn't have rejected my daughter from wanting to live with me. They both indicated she should stay in touch but basically to have nice life.

On Monday I got Jenny enrolled in 7th grade. We called her previous school and requested the records be sent. Being as outgoing as she is, Jenny made friends right away and they were soon over at the house regularly. Seeing her with other girls her age was bitter sweet for me. I wanted her life to be as normal as possible but didn't want anything to change in our relationship. Of course I wasn't going to have it both ways. For her part, Jenny was natural around me when her friends were around as if I were her mother or guardian. When we could be alone though which was much of the time, she was my lover again.

The weekend mornings were the best for us. There was no need to rise with an alarm. I usually stirred first. Stretching out from my fetal sleeping state, I would encounter some part of Jenny's soft, pale skin and I never failed to be surprised to find her there. We've slept naked since our second night together so the entirety of her scrumptious little body would be available to me.

Half trying to wake her and half trying not to, I would put my hands on her bum or her back or on her little nubs. As she came to consciousness, Jenny would invariably come closer to me, crawling into my arms, striving to have as much of her skin in contact with mine as she possibly could. So close, I could inhale her little girl scent and something ancient would stir between my legs.

Our love making on those weekend mornings lasted for hours. Winter sets in early and serious where I live in Maine so getting up means facing a new mountain of snow. Someone has to come and dig us out anyway before we can move a foot from the house so we are in no hurry to do anything except take care of one another.

Our love making became a ritual. Everything we did, we did as if there were the thinnest piece of rice paper between us. If we kissed, it was just that close, nothing really touching. When I rubbed her breasts and her puffy mound it was the slightest of touches. When she knelt between my legs to kiss my sex, it was without pressure, the slightest of touches with her lips. She might part my labia with her hands and administer a lick that would be no more than you would give a postage stamp.

Jenny would lie on her back on the bed. Her legs spread slightly. Her arms stretched out above her head, grasping the head board as I hovered over her. Small frame, gangly legs, pale skin, Irish, freckled redness, Without reacting, she would allow me to touch and kiss my way from bottom to top and back again. I would gently kiss her toes, suck them one at a time into my mouth. I would worship her feet, her knees, her thighs.

When I got to her sex, I would skip her perfect little mound and start at the top to work my down to it. Kissing her forehead, her nose, grazing her lips, licking her chin, her neck. A tongue in her ear, soliciting a giggle. Her tittys needed extra attention. Puffy areolas, I would lick the little bit of breast tissue around them before sucking her nipples into my mouth. Then down her tummy, a drool into her navel that I would suck out immediately and then back to her sexual being.

I would let my hair fall upon it first, back and forth, back and forth, the slightest of touches. Jenny would whinnie from the teasing and the tickling. Then I would give it the slightest pecking kisses with my moist lips. Her excitement would be palpable but she needed to do the same to me before we could relieve each other's primitive ache.

Jenny and I switched and I lay on my back. She began her tease of me by presenting her pussy to my face but not letting me touch it. She knew how much I liked to have her straddle my face with her bare mound, her tight little slit, have her push her sex into my mouth, grind it really to her heart's content while I have both of my hands working on my bottom. One pinching my clit the other with fingers thrust into my vagina and back hole.

Then she would work her way down me from top to bottom. A lick here a peck of a kiss there. An ice cream lick on my breasts and nipples. A full lick of my slit from bottom top. The slightest touch on my rosebud. A nip of her teeth on my thigh and knee. Ending by sucking on my toes. This Zen approach to our weekend loving resulted in our arousal reaching unimaginable heights.

When she had reached my feet, I brought my heels up to my ass and spread my legs for her to come to me. She would arch her back and push her pussy into mine and position herself until our sweet spots were touching. We would both begin to rock, rhythmically, until we found the right pace. I would reach behind her and fold my fingers into her crack and guide her to the right place, the right speed. Her hands were cupped over my tits, kneading them like bread. I was probing her back hole with a finger I had dipped deeply into her crack to lubricate. We were both lost in the revelry, gasping for air.

Not being able to wait another minute to have her pussy over my mouth, I would pull her middle up to my face and bury it in her slit. By now, I knew what worked with her but I would only tease her clit until I knew that my two hands, buried deeply in my sex in various places would be able to get me off at the same time.

There might very likely be another round of orgasms between my little lover and I before we began our weekend days. We might finish by just laying bottom to bottom, our legs scissored, tribbing, until the last waves of orgasms washed over us, sucking on each other's toes.

We would get up and draw a hot bath in my lion clawed, cast iron tub and soak together as long as we could keep the water hot. I would sit behind her, Jenny cuddled in my arms, sitting between my legs. I caressing her breasts and tummy and cunt, kissing the back of her head or on her lips as she turned her head back toward me. Often there might be another go around of loving before the day ended, especially on Sunday when we knew the real world was about to intrude.

"I have something to tell you too dear, before you come home for the break, but your dime, so you first."

"Are you sure, maybe you should tell me yours first Mom?"

"No, you started this. You need to go first. Mine is…well…kind of over the top and I hadn't gotten up the courage to talk to you about it, but since you called…"

"Ok, this is very difficult but here goes. Are you sitting down?"

"Gees, hon, what can it be. I'm your mother, you know whatever you do is fine with me. Look at the stuff I've done. What you are about to tell me can be no more outrageous then the stuff I did when I was your age and in school in the 60's."

"Well, I think so but here goes. You know Janice, who runs the book store in town?"

"Of course I do, I would call her a pretty good friend. I think we must be about the same age."

"Right, you are the same age. You were born in the same year, exactly. Which makes this a little harder than it might otherwise be."

"For goodness sake, Becky, what are you trying to tell me? Could you just spit it out?"

"Janice and I have been having an affair since last spring, before I graduated from high school. We are lovers and we are deeply in love with one another."

I had been standing. I leaned against the wall and used it to steady myself as my knees buckled and I sat down hard on the floor, half laughing and half crying. Jenny came over to me to see why I was upset and sat down in front of me.

"What's so funny about this Mom? This is the most serious thing I've ever been involved in. It's not at all funny and if you keep laughing, I will never speak to you again. I thought my being away might make it…you know…go away, that I would feel differently. But instead it's gotten more intense. I am aching to be with her again. I called to tell you that I will be seeing a lot of her over the break. I'm not sure yet if I'm going back to school. I don't think for now, I can be away from her."