Incest/Taboo Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

Sylvia paused, looking at her son's face. His words surprised her.

Goodness, what a mature, insightful thing for my boy to say!

"You don't mind?" She asked, just to be sure.

I guess he may be growing up after all.

"Are you kidding?" Neil looked like he was going to roll his eyes again, but didn't. He turned his gaze from the TV and looked directly at her. "I can't understand why you don't go out more, maybe have a life outside of work and being a mom."

"But, I..."

Neil didn't let her finish.

"Mom, I'm eighteen now, legally an adult. I can take care of myself."

He turned his eyes back to the TV set.

"Hmmm..." Sylvia gave her son a sidelong glance. Her slender fingers brushed across his arm. "You think so, eh?"

Neil looked back at his mother. "Well, you know what I mean." He paused a few beats, then continued. "I love you and want you to be happy, too."

What a sweet thing for my boy to say.

"I love you too, honey."

Lost in the loving moment, without thinking, her eyes dropped. She couldn't help but look at his midsection again. What she saw was a reminder of how Neil had become a man.

Oh, my God.

Her son was sporting a full erection, not that she could tell by his voice and demeanor, but there it was, fully extended underneath his old gym shorts. Sylvia couldn't help but stare. The thin fabric perfectly outlined his erection, and the loose leg holes left large gaps, revealing a glimpse of his testicles. Sylvia's eyes drank in the sight.

Damn! He never bothers with underwear around the house. This is the first time I've been grateful.

Occupied with the day's many revelations, Sylvia had managed to shelve her incestuous daydreams regarding Neil since early that day, but now they returned with a vengeance. She licked her lips.

My son has quite a package.

She averted her eyes to the TV as heat rose in her cheeks.

Jesus, Sylvia. Making out with Bobbie and now you're back home, lusting after your son again. Naughty pervert!

"You okay, Mom?" Neil's voice startled her.

Oh, shit!

"Uh..." Sylvia removed her hand from Neil's arm. She had been clutching at it like she had squeezed Bobbie's ample thigh only an hour before. "Yes, baby." She stood up and started to remove her blouse, but stopped, remembering she did that in the bedroom, away from her son. He looked up, amused at her confusion.

"Are you sure?"

Sylvia pulled herself back into focus and returned to the moment. She backed up a few steps, clutching her blouse shut.

"Yes, I'm fine." She turned to retreat to her bedroom.

Okay, girl, just move your feet. Walk! Walk!

"The wine just caught up with me."

Neil laughed, watching her disappear down the hallway.

"Ha, ha! Mom's drunk!"

"Oh, you hush!" Her muffled voice responded from the back of the house.

Later that evening, after saying good night to her son, Sylvia closed her bedroom door. Quietly, she went through her dresser drawers, looking through undergarments, panties and bras mostly, to wear on her visit to Bobbie's house the next day. An insane fantasy, perhaps, but she hoped her friend would get to see them, and perhaps remove them. If the slight chance presented itself, she wanted to be prepared.

One particular matching set of bra and panties stood out in her mind. On their wedding night, ol' Dan-O had presented these to her, going so far as to strip her out of her wedding gown, down to her birthday suit, then slipping on the new panties and bra as she passively stood, aroused and quivering, like a life-sized erotic dress-up doll.

She remembered their honeymoon in exquisite detail. For years, she mulled scenes from that night over and over in her mind when she really needed something to make her come, or merely to keep her warm on those cold, lonely nights as she clutched the well-worn pillow between her thighs.

"Now it's time to fuck." She heard her new husband's voice growl as he pushed her willing body onto the heart-shaped bed.

The bra and panties fit loosely. There was a certain amount of guesswork in Dan's search, since he didn't know what sizes she wore. It didn't matter, because she was too distracted by his tireless lovemaking to notice, his animal roughness and skill at cunnilingus, and how his shaft fit her body to perfection. Wearing the bra and panties all through this matrimonial ritual added a bit of kink to the proceedings.

The silky, red garments stayed on until morning, the fabric caressing her breasts and nether regions, while they both came again and again. Dan nearly tore her panties at one point, jerking aside the gusset once again to couple with her and leave his raw seed. His saliva coated the bra cups as he tortured her nipples both through and underneath the bra as she whimpered, caught between pain and pleasure.

Recollections of that nuptial night never failed to get her hot and wet. That night, she was a new bride, fresh and full of hope, and Dan's passion for her was at its peak. Even after the ensuing days, weeks and months wore down their marriage, and Dan finally vanished under mysterious circumstances, she made sure those matching bra and panties were clean and well maintained, stashed away in her top dresser drawer under a pile of white, decidedly conservative granny panties.

From time to time, she would pull them out of the drawer, slip them on and, in the dark privacy of her bedroom, torture her nipples and masturbate herself to completion again and again, reliving that night of indescribable passion. Childbirth and the ensuing years had added a few pounds to her frame, but the once-loose garments still managed to fit without discomfort.

"Oh, Danny boy," she'd whisper to herself, moonlight filtering through the bedroom curtains to inundate her face with a silvery glow. "You were a fucking bastard, but God, how you made me come." Her fingers blurred against her throbbing, pink wetness. "How you made me do naughty, perverted things." The sensation in her body started to escalate. "How you made me cry..." She felt it coming. "How you hurt me countless times." The climax was nearing its peak. "And you made me beg! On my hands and knees!"

The orgasm hit. Sylvia felt the fabric of the panties caressing her fingers as she dug into her pussy, two fingers wriggling, as she dragged out a long, hard wave of pleasure. Then another.

"Bastard...bastard!!!" She hissed between clenched teeth as her body convulsed, her juices soaking her panties. "Goddamn, you son of a bitch, how you made me come so hard!"

In the aftermath, she licked the juices from her fingers, tears streaming down her cheeks, incapable of forgetting her lusty wedding night -- a night she would never experience again. She never missed Dan's abuse, his indiscretions and his unreliable behavior, but now, at arm's length, she could use it to her advantage, to fuel the twisted needs he brought out in her.

Now she huffed as she rifled through her collection of white panties, looking for a single, familiar flash of red satin.

Now where the fuck are they?

Sylvia took everything out of the top dresser drawer, her brow scrunching up with deep annoyance. She couldn't find her special bra and panties, dammit! She so much wanted to wear them to Bobbie's.

After meticulously searching through every drawer, her night stand, the closet, under the bed, then the laundry hamper, a place she would never leave them in a million years, she sat on her bed. The bedsprings creaked gently under the weight of her body. Sylvia found herself panting and weeping gently, tears flowing.

Where have they gone?

After a moment, she slapped herself on the face, trying to gain control of her emotions.

Come on, girl. Pull yourself together. They must be somewhere.

She took several deep breaths, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Just when you stop looking for them, they'll show up. Not to worry.

After the day's events, poor Sylvia just had to come, and she did, quickly and violently. Then she came again. Sleep crept up on her as she languidly rubbed her breasts and pussy, longing for that bare-chested prince to come satisfy her, thinking of her young son's barely-concealed cock springing free for her to behold and touch, wondering what would happen with Bobbie tomorrow, and where the fuck were her special bra and panties?

She managed to sleep until well after dawn peeked around the blinds covering the bedroom windows. The sun rose in the sky until a strong, errant shaft of light came down upon her face.

"Ugh," she grimaced, pulling the blanket over her head, realizing it was late morning.

Today was the day.

Neil also slept late on the weekend, so she sleepily padded into the kitchen alone to get a pot of coffee going. Buttered toast with strawberry jam was in order, and Sylvia sat on a barstool, watching her sliver of the outside world through a large bay window facing the suburban street.

She could see her neighbors out in their yard, raking the lawn, pruning immaculate hedges lining the driveway. He was semi-retired, with greying hair and a thick pair of horn-rimmed glasses. He always wore a plaid shirt with short sleeves, and never failed to have a pouch for his glasses in his shirt pocket. A cigarette hung from his lips.

She was younger and somewhat plump, but Sylvia thought she carried it well. Like Bobbie, she was matronly and appealing at the same time, with an ample bust balanced by a full, round ass. She kept her hair long, not cutting it short like most women her age, nor did she color it. Streaks of grey punctuated her dark brown locks.

Sylvia thought of her friend as the neighbor wife bent over to pull some weeds around the mailbox, her rump presenting itself like a juicy peach. Sipping from a mug of black coffee, she glanced over to the tail end of a new, two-tone Buick Special protruding from their two-car garage, right next to a yellow Volkswagen Beetle. She munched toast, pondering her evolving relationships with Bobbie and with her son. No question things were changing rapidly and she had a bad habit of overthinking situations. This time, though, she wisely decided otherwise.

Sylvia, girl, you've been a good mother and you're also a good person. What with all the violence and unrest in the world these days, people loving one another shouldn't be wrong.

She licked the jam from her fingers and sipped more coffee, letting her lips remain on the rim so steam rose over her face.

Just let it happen for once. Be adventurous, like you were with Dan on your wedding night.

As visions of liberating taboo sex and red undergarments seeped back into her thoughts, a groggy voice croaked from somewhere behind.

"Good morning, Mom." A bleary-eyed, disheveled Neil wandered into her field of vision. "What's for breakfast?"

Sylvia smiled, turning to gaze at her son. He hadn't bothered to slip on a shirt, and she marveled at his developing body, no longer a boy, but a man. Mangled hair sprung from his head like a thick patch of weeds. Placing the coffee mug on the counter, she embraced Neil, kissing his cheek as he rubbed his sleepworn face back and forth on her shoulder. In that moment, he was again a needy child, seeking love and comfort from his mother. Sylvia caressed his naked skin, love smoldering in her breast.

"How about a stack of pancakes? She mumbled into his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin. He nodded.

Ah, my handsome, young man.

Part Three -- Sylvia and Bobbie, Sittin' in a Tree...

Afternoon arrived, and although Sylvia had been to her friend's house for the Tupperware party years before, Bobbie drew out a detailed map so she wouldn't get lost.

"Bobbie's in a jam. She and I have to sort out some paperwork for a legal case before Monday," she lied to her son. "I'm sorry. This was so unexpected!"

Neil shrugged and wandered off to the living room, turning on the television set.

"Sandwiches in the fridge, honey." She slipped the strap of her purse over her shoulder. Opening the door to the garage, she paused, turning back.

"Bobbie's number is written on the pad by the phone if you need me."

"Okay, okay, Mom!" Neil's voice came from the living room. Only an annoyed teenager could have that tone of voice. He had forgotten the sleepy child from that morning and returned to his quasi-independent self. "Don't worry about me for once!"

She also remembered that tender moment and smiled inwardly.

"Don't worry, kid...I won't." She teased.

Sylvia made a quick stop by the liquor store to grab a bottle of wine. Nothing expensive, since she wasn't a connoisseur, just a domestic Pinot Noir. She hoped it would suffice.

Memory served her well. She didn't need directions to find the correct house, situated on a corner lot in an older, middle-class neighborhood. The simple, rectangular abode sported dark grey asbestos shingles with white trim. The roof's apex was capped by a wooden cupola with a black metal wind vane on top. A small porch accentuated the front of the structure, featuring a swing that could seat three. Several old-growth trees provided ample shade. A white picket fence surrounded the back yard, and a separate garage contained an aging turquoise Studebaker sedan.

Sylvia parked her Falcon on the curb, mindful of the fire hydrant nearby. The noise of her pumps stepping up the concrete sidewalk sounded louder than usual. She felt as if she were being watched by the neighbors, gripping the bottle of wine, wrapped in a brown paper bag. Perhaps they knew what naughty mischief was afoot.

Oh, what kind of sin and shame am I getting into? Hopefully the good kind.

She lowered her head, smirking, nervous, yet aroused.

Bobbie opened the door before Sylvia had the chance to knock.

"Come in, honey," Bobbie smiled. "I'm so glad you could make it."

Sylvia half-expected a kiss, but her friend stopped at a hug.

"Oh, thank you!" Bobbie took the brown paper bag. "You didn't need to bring anything, but I'm grateful."

"I know nothing about wine, but the guy at the liquor store said this goes well with salmon."

As they entered the neat, cozy living room, Sylvia sensed she was not the only nervous one. Bobbie's voice was higher pitched than usual, and she prattled on, avoiding eye contact. Of course, they were outside of the usual work environment, which provided some amount of distraction. Here, in Bobbie's home, there were no such distractions. It was now one-on-one.

"Did you have any trouble finding the place?"

"No, honey." She replied, hanging her purse on a hook next to the door. "Piece of cake."

Sylvia looked around the tastefully-decorated room. A tall, wide, built-in bookcase occupied the left wall, shelves featuring a range of hardcovers, paperbacks, magazines and framed photos. Reproductions of old Japanese woodcuts hung on either side of the case. A big, plush sofa lined the opposite wall flanked by end tables sporting small lamps and ashtrays.

Bobbie had collected a great deal of indoor plants, making the room look even more warm and inviting. An antique floor lamp stood in the one corner not breached by filtered daylight. Vines crept up the wall behind the television, all the way to the ceiling. Off in another corner, a hallway led to the rear of the domicile.

Sylvia smelled something wonderful.

"Come into the kitchen, love." Bobbie took Sylvia by the hand, leading her through a swinging door. Sylvia squeezed her friend's hand.

This is a good sign, the touching. Let's keep this going.

The bright, cheerful kitchen sported light turquoise ceramic tiles for about five feet up the wall. Above that was painted a subdued yellow. A large, white porcelain sink with a wall-mounted faucet dominated the back area, with expanses of Formica countertops on either side. Large windows above the sink provided a great deal of sunlight and a view of the tree-shaded back yard and garage.

On the right side of the kitchen was a spotless white gas range festooned with chrome handles and knobs, more counter space, and a bulbous white refrigerator with a massive chrome handle on the front. A rectangular wooden table sat to the left, covered with a thick, checkered tablecloth. Custom metal cabinets that matched the tiles lined the walls.

Bobbie slipped the wine out of its paper enclosure.

"Let's get this in the fridge to chill a bit. I just put the salmon croquettes in the oven to keep them warm. There's also some roasted asparagus and rolls."

"My goodness, you went all out!" Sylvia said. "I'm really impressed."

Bobbie had already laid out the plates and silverware on the kitchen table. "Salad?" She pulled a large bowl of leafy greens and other colorful accoutrement from the refrigerator.

"Yes, please!" Sylvia responded. "This looks wonderful."

Poor dear, she's so nervous. We're both out of our element. How can I relax her without looking like a needy, horny slut? Maybe she's changed her mind about the whole situation.

"Thank you," Bobbie reached back into the fridge. "Until the wine gets cold, what's your preference? Coke? Seven-Up? A cold beer?"

I need a beer, honey. We both do. We need to loosen up.

"I'll take a beer, yes!"

"Take a seat, and I'll serve you."
Sylvia pulled herself up to the table, spreading the checkered linen napkin across her lap.

"I have Thousand Island, Bleu Cheese or Italian."

"Thousand Island, please." Sylvia watched Bobbie's round butt as she fished a bottle of salad dressing out of the fridge, thinking about her buxom neighbor pulling weeds only a few hours before.

Through the salad, they ate in silence, except for the crunching of lettuce and croutons and the clinking of silverware. Bobbie's nervous chatter had ceased. Sylvia managed to let out the occasional yummy noise in approval of her friend's culinary skills. It was halfway through the main course that Bobbie finally spoke.

"My son called this morning." Her voice had returned to a normal tone, perhaps even calmer than usual.

She had mentioned William on several occasions, but never elaborated much, except to say when he and his wife were going to visit.

"Oh, really?" Sylvia brightened up, grateful to have something to say. "How is he doing? And his wife?"

"I'm not sure." Bobbie let the fork slide from her mouth. She paused, chewing for a moment. "The marriage is having some trouble."

Oh, lord. Maybe that's why she's acting the way she is.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Sylvia laid down her fork, looking at her friend with concern.

"They just had their first child, a daughter, and I think finances aren't what they could be. I think she expects more from him."

"Oh, God." Sylvia jumped in, wanting to relate. "I remember when Neil was born." She eyed her half-eaten croquette, wishing there was a bottle of Jack Daniels somewhere. "What with the new routine, the lack of sleep, constant nursing and that jerk Dan going AWOL, I'm not sure how I made it through."

"But you did," Bobbie looked up, eyes again smiling. She poked her fork at an asparagus spear.

"We both did, honey. You and I. We didn't choose to, but we did it on our own!" Sylvia reached out to touch her friend's arm, squeezing it. Bobbie placed her hand over Sylvia's. For several seconds, they gazed into each other's eyes, silent.

That's more like it.

"It can't be easy for them, being so young and all."

Bobbie gulped from her beer can.

"He's going to visit in the next week or so." She smacked her lips, letting loose with a tiny burp. "'Scuse me. Just him alone."

"Some time alone to think and plan?" Sylvia finished her beer.

"Very much so." Bobbie drank the rest of hers as well.

They both finished their meals and after a quick cleanup, continued with a tour of the house. Neither one of them wanted to bring up the proverbial elephant in the room. Sylvia wondered if she should make the first move.

What would happen if I touched her? Just a little?

Then it happened.

One moment, Bobbie was showing off framed pictures of her son and his wife, then one of her brand new granddaughter in her bassinet.

"Look at this little lady," she beamed, eyes twinkling. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Oh, yes!" Sylvia held the metal frame. "What a sweetheart."

The next moment, their mouths locked together in a deep, passionate kiss. There was no build up, no hesitation, just a wave of passion that overtook them.

"Dammit, girl," Sylvia managed to whisper against her friend's lips after an eternity of necking like horny teenagers.

"Yes, yes..." Bobbie replied, and proceeded to push her friend against the wall, pinning Sylvia's arms above her head as their tongues lashed together.

"Oh, my god," she managed to whimper as Bobbie kissed her face and neck, returning to her eager lips. "Mmmm..."

Sylvia surrendered as Bobbie pressed her massive breasts against her yielding bosom. She was unable to move, unable to catch her breath, so caught up was she in the frantic display of mutual need. It was if Bobbie was sucking the essence from her body.

Ohhh, fuck! This is heaven! My pussy...oh god, my burning pussy...

Sylvia began grinding her hips against Bobbie's, moaning like an animal in heat.

"Fuck yeah," Bobbie growled, "That's it...that's it! God, we both need this!"

Buttons unfastened and blouses fell away, then bras, tossed aside between eager kisses, as their breasts rubbed together, electricity sparking in their erect nipples from the friction. Sylvia couldn't get enough of Bobbie's wonderful, tireless mouth. With all of the bare skin and touching, both women burned at a white heat.

Bobbie was the first to pull away.

"Forgive me," she whispered, gazing into Sylvia's eyes. "Forgive my need."

A split-second later, Bobbie took a nipple in her mouth.

Sylvia hissed with pleasure, placing her hands around Bobbie's head as she began to nurse her friend.

"Forgive you for what, lover?" She panted. "God, this feels so good. Don't stop, please."

Bobbie moaned, her mouth full of tit flesh. She liked that word. Lover. They had crossed the barrier into something beyond friendship, and she couldn't wait to experience what waited there.

The next moment, Bobbie withdrew, standing straight, her mounds like two luscious pillows presenting themselves, capped by huge, dark areolas surrounding thumb-sized nipples, ready for attention. Sylvia didn't ask, she merely took her friend's hard nipple in return.

"That's it," Bobbie nuzzled her friend's hair, pleasure surging through her body. "Take Mama's tit and let me nurse you."

"Mmmm..." Sylvia fought to control herself, wrapping her arms around Bobbie's plump, matronly body, suckling her like a crazed, needy slut.

And she was, with no regrets. Sylvia needed this so very much, and no doubt her friend needed it, too. The touching, the loving, and the crazed, uninhibited sex, satiating carnal desires that had been repressed for far too long, now set free, and with no rules or restrictions. Damned be anyone who judged their brazen act of desperate love. It was their secret and theirs alone. Bobbie kissed her friend's forehead and broke the silence.

"Bedroom," was all she said. She took Sylvia's hand and pulled her down the hallway.

The remainder of their clothes landed on the bedroom carpet or over a handy bedpost, and they fell naked onto the soft bed, kissing and moving against one another, stoking the fire of their mutual need.

Words were unnecessary as their bodies did the communicating. More wet, crazed kisses and Sylvia again took Bobbie's insanely large nipple in her mouth. God, she loved those big, impossibly soft tits. She could spend an eternity nuzzling them and nursing like a newborn baby.

"Ohhh, yes, my love," Bobbie managed to whisper, electricity arcing from her nipple right down to her clit. "Suck it...hard...harder!"

Sylvia whimpered, her lips curling back, taking as much of Bobbie's breast in her mouth as humanly possible.

"Now the other one...suck it!"

Sylvia obeyed, forcing Bobbie to moan anew, writhing as fresh sensations washed over her body. Bobbie was now on her back, head propped on a fluffy pillow, as her friend rested between her open thighs.

As her mouth remained glued to Bobbie's nipple, slowly and surely, Sylvia began undulating, her downy pubic mound meeting up with Bobbie's. The sensation of her clit rubbing against Bobbie's fur forced more whimpers and moans from deep within her body, but she never let loose of her friend's nipple.

"Ohhh, goddamn," Bobbie grunted, squeezing Sylvia's naked buttocks, reciprocating the steady movement. "That's making my pussy throb like crazy."

Sylvia nodded, switching tits again. Her thrusting intensified until their bodies slapped together.

"Oh, fuck...oh, fuck!" Bobbie returned the thrusts with increasing intensity, her flesh jiggling with each push. "That's it, honey, yes! Yes! Fuck! FUCK ME!!!"

Sylvia released her friend's tit, wet with saliva.

"Goddamn, I need to come!" She rasped, breathless.

"Me too, me too!" Bobbie clung to Sylvia's tensing ass, her nails digging into her friend's soft, yielding flesh.

Both women wailed like rutting animals, bedsprings creaking violently as their bodies assaulted each other, desperate for completion.

"That's it, right there!" Bobbie's eyes closed as her head fell back.

"Yes, my love...YES!" Sylvia clenched her teeth, mashing their bodies together, concentrating on their hard, slick clits and matted fur.

Oh, god...oh, god...I can't believe I'm doing this, but son of a bitch, it feels so good.

With a yelp, Sylvia came.

Yes! YES!!!

As she squeezed her eyes shut, body convulsing with climax, Bobbie's wail of completion filled her ears. She spoke no words, but merely let out a high, slightly inhuman noise signaling her wet, overpowering orgasm.

"Oh, yes, baby, oh, yes...come with me...come with me!" Sylvia babbled over her friend's spasming body. "Fuck yeah! FUCK!!!"

The mating of two wildebeests couldn't have made more noise. After years of neglect and need, both women released the first salvo of their newfound lust and desire. Even after the first round of orgasms, they kept pumping their bodies together, gasping for air, until they both experienced another climax, then another.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Bobbie grunted. "I can't believe I'm coming again!"

"Me, too, honey...me, too!" Sylvia's pussy melted into her friend's, the odor and sex and sweat filling the air as they once again convulsed together violently, this time Sylvia almost falling off the bed.

Finally, as their orgasms subsided, Sylvia rolled off her friend and they lay side by side, desperately trying to catch their breath, basking in afterglow. Bobbie reached over and squeezed Sylvia's hand, nuzzling her shoulder.

"Oh, my love," she whispered. "That was so fucking good. Is this what it can be like for us?
"Damn right, it can," Sylvia replied as she gazed at the ceiling, noticing a slight crack in the beige paint. She was amazed she could form a coherent answer, her mind was so blanked out by the intense lovemaking. "It can and it will be. Now we can call ourselves lovers in the true sense."
"Oh, honey, that's what I want to hear." Bobbie leaned over her friend for another round of breathless kisses, tongues darting languidly. Sylvia whispered, mostly to herself.

"So good...so goddamn good."

A parcel of time passed as the sun moved across the sky. The sound of a large truck passing by made their connubial bed vibrate slightly as it rumbled down the street. Neither one of the women was sure if they dozed or not, but no matter. Their bodies intertwined, their damp skin adhering to one another's. Kisses, caresses, naked flesh and sighs. Bobbie finally spoke.

"I look forward to seeing my boy," she mumbled, her lips only inches from her lover's ear.

"Yes, I can imagine," Sylvia responded. "You can't help being worried, love."

"He's a good boy, but..." Bobbie paused. "Sometimes I wonder if I babied him too much."

"How so?"

"Well, just catering to his needs, mostly his wants, trying to keep him happy without a father."

Sylvia closed her eyes. She knew exactly what Bobbie spoke of. It was a situation she was obviously dealing with in her own fatherless and husbandless household.

"You know I totally understand," she said. 'Believe me."

Bobbie smiled, letting out a snort. "Oh, I'm sure you do, what with your young man. At that age especially, they're technically adults, but they can still be immature kids."

"You can say that again."

"You want them to become independent, you know, self-reliant." Bobbie inhaled the scent of Sylvia's hair. "But the other part of you wants to pull them to your breast and hold them forever. At least that's how I feel about Billy."

Sylvia opened her eyes at the word "breast". She knew Bobbie didn't mean it in a sexual way, but it still stuck in her mind. At this point, Sylvia did want Neil at her breast, with her nipple in his mouth, and his erect cock free and ready. Before she went down that rabbit hole, she pulled her wandering thoughts back to the moment.

"I don't want to pry, but do you think there's more to their problem?"

"Oh, pry away, love." Bobbie squeezed Sylvia's shoulder. "It's just that my sweet William has always been shy and introverted. Truth is he never really got motivated to do much of anything except make good grades in school. He didn't participate in any extracurricular activities. God forbid he try to play sports. He didn't meet Nellie until he was in community college."

"You think this is the cause of their troubles?"

Bobbie lingered for a moment, silent.

"I hesitate to add things up too quickly," she finally said. "I don't want to be the typical mother-in-law. Nellie is a wonderful girl, and smart, but she may want him to be more aggressive in the world. You know, to succeed."

"Yes, but isn't that normal for a wife? I mean, I didn't have any problem with ol' Dan-O getting out and bringing home the bacon. Trouble is, within time, that's all he did."

"He didn't last long, did he, angel?"

"No, not at all, and I dread to think of where he is now."

"Yes, my man was a real go-getter, too. Trouble is he let it kill him."

Sylvia turned her face up to Bobbie's as their eyes met.

"And now here we are." She smiled as their lips touched again, smacking together with long, luxurious, wet kisses.

"Mmmm..." Bobbie moaned into her lover's mouth before breaking the kiss. "Guess we'll have to make the best of it." Their noses rubbed together.

Bobbie pulled herself up on one elbow, shifting to her side, but kept staring into Sylvia's eyes.

"Lie on your back, love," Bobbie instructed. Sylvia obeyed, propping a pillow behind her.

"What are you...?"

"Shhh..."

Bobbie, still grinning broadly, leaned over her friend, showering her face and mouth with more sweet kisses. Then she began kissing her throat and neck.

"Ahhh, yes," Sylvia exhaled, closing her eyes, pleasuring in her lover's touch. "More...more."

"My girl," Bobbie murmured against her skin. "I'm so glad we found each other."

Bobbie started squeezing Sylvia's breasts, lips teasing her lover's delicate nipples until they were hard and pointed again, making her squirm.

"God, yesss..." Sylvia hissed. "My tits can't get enough attention."

"That makes two of us, girlfriend." Bobbie gently took a nipple in her mouth and began sucking.

Sylvia moaned, looking down as she nursed her friend. Bobbie knew exactly what to do, gently massaging Sylvia's sweet mounds, flicking her tongue up and down the hard bud. Sylvia growled as Bobbie gently took her nipple between two teeth, flicking her tongue up and down the tip, making sparks fly everywhere.

"Oh, holy fuck!" Sylvia's hips began to undulate against Bobbie's ample thigh. "God that makes my pussy melt!"

"Mmmm..." Bobbie replied, her mouth busy. She inwardly reveled in the fact she could give sexual pleasure to another human being again.

Bobbie started to move down, kissing Sylvia's torso, her hands still gently caressing her breasts. Her mouth traveled lower and lower as she savored her lover's soft, warm skin. Suddenly, it dawned on Sylvia where her friend was going.

"Oh...oh, Jesus, Bobbie!" Sylvia whimpered as kisses traveled below her navel. The next moment, her lips brushed against Sylvia's pubic mound.

"Fuck!" she rasped as Bobbie whispered yes, pleased at the response she was eliciting with the slow tease. Her hands slipped down to Sylvia's hips as she nuzzled ladyfur, inhaling the odor of their sexcapades mixed with fresh arousal.

"My god!" Sylvia fought to keep still, to keep from mashing her roiling vagina against Bobbie's mouth. "My pussy...my pussy! Yes! YES!!!"

A wood thrush chirped somewhere outside, out there in another world.

The next moment, Bobbie's tongue slipped into her lover's body.

Sylvia hadn't had a mouth on her pussy since Dan tortured her clit those many years ago. Expecting the same, Bobbie's gentle touch surprised her. She started a slow, steady up and down movement with her tongue, lapping up the copious wetness, avoiding direct contact with her lover's clit. Sylvia quivered, squeezing her tits, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow, as pleasure took charge.

"Ohhh, god! Ohhhh, my fucking god!!!" Nerve endings that had long lie dormant sparked to life. Sylvia raised a knee to facilitate Bobbie's access.

"Yes, my love," she said as more of Sylvia's glistening, wet pink exposed itself to her touch. "That's it, honey." She pressed her face into the sweet slickness, ministering to Sylvia's tingling pussy, slurping her fresh juices like she was licking a melting ice cream cone.

Bobbie continued her slow, steady work as Sylvia's breaths increased with intensity. She panted as her friend upped the ante, pointed tongue orbiting Sylvia's clit with rapid, steady circles.

"Goddammit!" She looked down to see Bobbie's lust-filled eyes returning her anxious gaze. "Jesus, I'm gonna explode!"

"Uh huhhh..." was all the response she got. Bobbie's head moved along with the motions of her tongue. Then, with the tip of her tongue wiggling up and down, she burrowed deep into Sylvia's wetness, probing beneath the erect clit.

"Ohhh!!!" Sylvia gripped the bedclothes as Bobbie lingered, for a moment, her mouth firmly pressed against the molten orifice. Then she slowly dragged her tongue back out, slow and steady, pressing up, firmly underneath the clit. The next moment, she unleashed a salvo of short, concentrated strokes directly across Sylvia's hard, little nubbin.

Sylvia yelped like a bitch in heat, tugging at her stinging nipples. She couldn't hold back much longer. Never did she imagine a woman's mouth could give her so much pleasure. "Dammit, honey! Eat my pussy! Don't stop!"

Bobbie moaned as her hands slid up Sylvia's ribcage, pushing her lover's hands aside to take control of her breasts again. She concentrated on Sylvia's hard tips, synchronizing each tweak of her lover's nipples with a flick of the tongue. Sylvia uttered a low growl.

"Grrr..." She bared her teeth, the tendons in her neck tensing. "Goddamn it, Bobbie! I'm fucking dying!" She grunted and heaved, unable to control herself, as Bobbie tortured her hard nipples, tugging them, raking her fingernails across the tips, all keeping time with her relentless tongue.

Sylvia reached the point where there was no going back. There was nothing left to do but climax against her lover's mouth and face.

"That's it...that's it...yes!!!"

Sylvia convulsed as the orgasm struck.

"Yes! Oh, fuck...YESSS!!!"

Bobbie held her down as she bucked and writhed. Sylvia spritzed juices into Bobbie's eager mouth, then down her chin as she came and came. The orgasm lasted longer than she expected, and much to her delight as she fucked back against her friend's face. Bobbie moaned again with approval, still glued against Sylvia's pussy, swallowing all that filled her mouth, never letting up until the climax subsided.

Sylvia whimpered with supreme release and satisfaction, trying to catch her breath as Bobbie lapped up all of her juices, licking her mangled fur until it was once again clean.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, lover." Bobbie cooed.

Sylvia, red-cheeked, skin glowing with perspiration, looked down at her friend's wet, glistening face. They exchanged a long, deep gaze, both grinning from ear to ear with sweet fulfillment. In her trancelike state, Sylvia managed to form a few words.

"Goddamn, where did you learn how to do that?" She croaked. "I've never had my pussy eaten out so thoroughly."

Bobbie rested her cheek on the inside of Sylvia's thigh. A free hand rubbed lazy circles on her lover's stomach.

"Oh, my sweet man, my Ronnie, for the most part. It's how he made me come endlessly during our weekend sessions. It was his prelude to pounding me his thick, hard cock. I was so wet after he was done eating me out, his cock would slip right in to the hilt with no resistance." She paused, her finger playing with Sylvia's navel. Her eyes lost focus as she traveled back through the years. "Then he'd Ra*e me again and again. I pretended to resist, but it was all a game. He'd take me from behind and pull my hair and oh, the mess we made. I was so sore and disoriented the next day, but it was heaven."

Sylvia brushed her lover's cheek and tousled hair. Bobbie returned the touch by kissing Sylvia's fingertips.

"God, that sounds wonderful, but it's different than what I was used to. Dan could get so aggressive, even rough and abusive. Don't get me wrong, most of it was great, and I still get off thinking about it, at least some of it. Jesus Christ, I came and came, but it could get so weird at times. Eventually, I didn't know what to think or feel, my emotions got so mixed up. That's all I ever knew."

Bobbie rose on her elbows and slid back up next to her friend. "Well, sometimes aggressive is okay, and weird is okay, depending on your proclivities, and in the end, isn't it exciting to lose control at times? To not know what's going to happen?"

Sylvia nodded, a little unsure. She wasn't yet totally comfortable confessing how Dan brought out her dark, twisted side, especially the red bra and panties and other things that made her face turn crimson with shame to this day.

"Sometimes that makes a girl come the hardest, believe me!" Bobbie looked into Sylvia's eyes, then changed the topic. "Are you a girl who likes to taste herself?"

Sylvia nodded again, this time without hesitation.

God, this is so perverted. And so hot!

Their mouths locked together as Bobbie threw a leg over her lover.

"Mmmm..." Sylvia moaned as they kissed aggressively. Then she started licking Bobbie's face, savoring the taste of her own pussy. Bobbie closed her eyes as Sylvia's tongue cleaned her face like a mother cat.

"I have a secret to tell." Bobbie whispered over the smacking of her friend's mouth.

"What is it?" Sylvia replied between licks.

"Well, since we're officially lesbian lovers now..."

Sylvia stopped grooming her friend's face and giggled like a sneaky, naughty little girl, pressing their noses together.

"Okay, okay...I'm just kidding."

They nuzzled each other's faces, mutually intoxicated by their love.

"Honey, I don't care what we are," Sylvia replied. "I'm just so glad we found each other. Call me anything you want. There's no argument we're both dykes today."