The Pilgrims Progress by E.r.o. Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

Her
daughter wanted to make love with her and, like an epiphany, Susan
realized that Traci was right. They were just two horny women who
liked sex. Could it really be wrong to give and receive pleasure
with her daughter just because it was sexual pleasure? Why was that
so wrong? Why was society so hung up on who gave who sexual
pleasure and how they did it when it came to consenting adults?
    Susan was now ready to teach her daughter
about woman on woman love. And, she noted to herself wryly, making
love to her daughter, having her as a lover, would be damned
convenient, considering they lived in the same house. They would
just have to be careful around Tim. Susan was sure, however, that
they could work it out to their satisfaction, lots of satisfaction,
she thought.
    Susan placed her hands on either side of her
daughter’s face and gently pulled her up to look her in the eyes.
She took a shaky breath. “Traci, baby, I want to make love with
you.” There, she had said it. And she knew she meant it.
    Traci gave her mother a big grin then
wrapped both arms around her neck and gave her a hug and a big
sloppy kiss. “Oh yeah, Mom! Oh hell yes! I love you and I want us
to really, really enjoy this experience.”
    Susan could only laugh at Traci’s
enthusiasm, not realizing, or course, that her daughter had a
hidden agenda, and that she was not a virgin when it came to making
love to another woman.
    Susan, still grinning, pushed Traci back,
then swung her legs off the couch. She stood up and took her
daughter’s hand. “Come on, Traci, let’s go to my bedroom where
we’ll be more comfortable.” Hand-in-hand, the two women went
upstairs and down the hallway to the master suite.
    Once there, Susan and Traci pulled the
comforter and top sheet down. They were standing on opposite sides
of the big bed. Susan smiled reassuringly at her daughter. “Get
undressed, honey,” she said as she removed her own T-shirt, then
slid her panties down and let them drop to the floor then stepped
out of them.
    Traci followed suite, then crawled onto the
bed on her hands and knees heading for the center of it. She
noticed a slight frown on her mother’s face, and she hadn’t gotten
onto the bed yet.
    “What’s the matter, Mom?”
    “Well I’m so used to it just being us two
that I forgot about Tim living here now, too. Do you have any idea
how late he will be? I mean, I wouldn’t want him to come home and,
maybe want to talk to me, or you, about something and….”
    “Not to worry, Mom,” Traci interrupted. “Tim
told me that he and his buddies were going to the late showing and
that they were going to cruise around until it was time to get to
the theater. I don’t expect him home before twelve-thirty, maybe
one o’clock.”
    Susan smiled. “Good, that gives us plenty of
time then to, uh, you know, for me to show you what it’s like to
make love to a woman.”
    Susan climbed onto the bed. Traci was
already lying on her side near the middle of it. Susan slid in next
to her daughter, facing her. She was trembling inside. She was
terribly excited, and not a little shocked at herself that she was
actually going to go through with this—making love to her daughter.
She looked her daughter’s naked body over and saw, objectively, how
desirable a young woman she was.
    Traci was feeling butterflies in her
stomach, too. Being as sexual as she naturally was, she had, of
course, noticed how beautiful and sexy her mother was. After Traci
had experienced making love to another woman for the first time,
quite pleasurably, she had looked at her mother and wondered what
it would be like with her, knowing that she, too, was bisexual.
However, she had never taken that thought any further at the
time.
    Now? Wow! She thought to herself. We’re
really going to do it. She swallowed then took a deep breath and
let it out slowly. She, too, was shocked that she was actually
going to be making love to her mother, shocked but totally excited
and ready.