Incest/Taboo Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

They both laughed and hugged.

"Okay, then." Bobbie kissed her friend's mouth once more. "Lover." Another kiss. "And a dear friend." Several more kisses, they were so hungry for each other. "How's that?"

Bobbie buried her face in Sylvia's neck, inhaling the scent of her skin.

"That's perfect, because that's the way I feel, too."

Bobbie pulled back and looked into Sylvia's eyes once again.

"Okay, then. Now I can tell you my secret."

"I feel like I'm at a slumber party." In the aftermath of their lovemaking, Sylvia couldn't help but smile and giggle at the least provocation.

"We didn't call them slumber parties back in my day. We were still in the Depression, but there were occasional sleepovers. My Dad was lucky he had a steady job, so things weren't too horrible. We had the neighbor kids come over, sometimes just to feed them, but..." Bobbie's eyes gleamed. "Things didn't really happen until later. I fooled around, you know, but I didn't go all the way until I was in college."

"Please tell me more." Sylvia leaned on an elbow, gazing down at her lover, intrigued. Their breasts gently touched.

"I spent a semester at community college before I dropped out to get married." Bobbie rested her head on a pillow as Sylvia stroked her cheek and hair, lost in watching her lips form words. "I was miles from home and shared a dorm room with another girl, one who turned out to be just as shy as I was back then."

Sylvia already knew where this was going. "Yes?"

"Well, of course, we were together in that little room a lot. Neither one of us hardly had any money, so we spent a lot of time studying, talking, playing gin rummy and listening to the cheap little radio her parents gave her as a high school graduation gift."

"Go on."

"It was a few years before the war, and we tried going to any event or gathering we could. Anything that didn't cost money. But again, we were away from home and our friends and family, and it wasn't easy mingling with a bunch of strangers.

"You formed a bond."

Bobbie shot Sylvia a glance, raising an eyebrow, smirking. "You could say that, yes."

Sylvia giggled again. "Do you mean?"

"Oh, my god," Bobbie looked up at the ceiling, again transporting herself back in time. "We started sleeping in the same bed. No sex, mind you. We just needed the warmth and closeness of another human being. We were so alone in this strange, new world."

"One thing led to another?"

"Yep." Bobbie reached up to caress Sylvia's face, as if to anchor her in the present. "One night, the first chill of late autumn had frosted everything, and the furnace in our room was never worth a damn. Short of lighting a fire on the floor, we pulled an extra blanket on top of us and began rubbing each other."

"Oh, my goodness." This time, Sylvia stifled her giggle.

"Well, before long, we were kissing, then fingering each other, sucking tits, humping together. It didn't take much for our teenaged desire to blossom."

"Goddamn," Sylvia whispered, kissing her lover's palm. Bobbie's story was making her hot again.

"From there on, we had no trouble staying warm, even when the snow started to fall outside our window and ice formed on the windowpane."

"Oh, that sounds so nice, honey."

"It was, very much so. We'd turn up her radio for background noise in the hope it would drown out our lovemaking. The Andrews Sisters managed to cover up the squeaking of bedsprings very well, and Jack Benny escorted us into dreamland."

"Was that where you learned how to pleasure another woman?"

Bobbie snorted, looking up at her new lover. "Eating pussy, you mean? In part, yes. It certainly gave me a taste for it, no pun intended. The rest of it now is just mimicking what my husband did."

"And you do it so very well, my love."

Sylvia kissed her lover yet again. She never fathomed, in all the years of working with Bobbie, what lie behind the woman she shared a busy office with every weekday from nine to five. The day's passion had revealed a woman she never expected. Bobbie had opened up and shared some of her secrets, and Sylvia was forever glad.

She placed another of what would be a thousand kisses on her new lover's face. Bobbie took every one, and returned even more.

"I suspect there was an end to it, eventually." Sylvia's voice conveyed sadness.

Bobbie turned to face the ceiling, her eyes vacant as she searched for words. Finally, she spoke.

"It was really difficult for me when I met Ronald at that party. As involved as I was with Sarah by then..."

"What a lovely name, Sarah."

"Yes, Sarah Mae Shetler with the light brown hair she kept bobbed, deep, intelligent eyes I could gaze into for hours, and a plump bottom that was so nice to squeeze."

"A juicy peach."

"Oh, very much so. Anyway, my Ronnie was always so handsome, and such a gentleman. He didn't even make a pass at me until our third date. I fought him off a little, but realized how much I wanted a man's cock inside me. He even wore a rubber!"

"That must've hurt Sarah, eh?"

"It wasn't easy for either one of us. One moment, I'm in college, making good grades and wrecking the bed with Sarah almost every night, and the next moment, I'm dropping out of college and getting married to Ronald."

"What did Sarah do?"

Sylvia noticed a tear streaking down Bobbie's reddened cheek.

"I remember that day in December. I had taken most of my things out of that dingy, little dorm room, but made one more trip to make sure nothing was left behind."

Bobbie sniffed as Sylvia squeezed her arm.

"You don't have to tell me, lover."

"No, I want to, honey." Bobbie wiped away the tear. "Sarah wasn't there, but left a note. She had gone home for a week, wished me luck, and said goodbye, all in a very sanitary way."

"Oh, that must've hurt."

"Damn right it did, but I deserved it in spades."

Another tear welled in Bobbie's eyes.

"As intense as our relationship was, I never realized how much in love she was with me. I mean, I saw her as a very close friend, and we were doing what we needed to do to get through it all, being companions...you know. Maybe I convinced myself it was just a teenaged crush, puppy love, and it would pass. I guess I loved her in a slightly different way."

"Yes...yes."

"She wrote me a long letter during the Christmas break. It was cryptic enough. Sarah majored in English and could write so well. She never said outright 'I'm in love with you and want to run away with you forever,' but that was the gist of it. After I married Ronald, I thought about tearing up the letter in case someone found it, but I couldn't, and I'm so glad I didn't."

"You still have the letter?"

"Goddamn right I do." Bobbie slid off the bed and, naked, walked to an antique dresser against the wall. She bent over to pull open the bottom drawer, which made an ancient scraping noise as wood slid against wood. Sylvia marveled at Bobbie's lovely form, plump and curvy, her ass round and succulent. The backs of her thighs and calves, caressed by the muted sunlight, glowed like the softest things on earth.

Out came a tattered shoebox. Bobbie returned to bed, removing the lid.

"It's at the bottom." Bobbie lifted out a pile of yellowed paper, consisting of old cards, letters and newspaper clippings. A musty odor filled the air as she shuffled through mementos, plucking out a letter from the War Department.

"I hid it in here." Bobbie's fingers parted the top of the envelope to pull out another, smaller envelope inside.

"Ronald was so embarrassed by this rejection letter, I knew he'd never look in here."

"Rejection letter?"

"Yes, from Uncle Sam. He had heart irregularities and was labeled 4-F, unfit for service."

"Oh, Jesus. Poor man."

"Isn't that a hoot? I mean really." Bobbie again raised an eyebrow. "Nowadays, kids are burning draft cards and protesting. Back then, anyone and everyone wanted to serve their country."

"These are different times, my love."

Bobbie slid several sheets of folded, yellowed paper out of the envelope. With great care, she opened the delicate leaves and handed them to Sylvia.

"Her penmanship was so much better than mine, so lovely to look at."

Sylvia shifted her body, resting against her lover's bare skin, allowing more light to illuminate the letter. Bobbie pressed her breasts against Sylvia's back, wrapping her hands around her waist, chin resting on her smooth shoulder, reading Sarah's letter yet again.

"Oh, dear girl." Sylvia's brow furrowed. True to Bobbie's claim, Sarah's penmanship was neat and beautiful, but she also had a way of writing that said nothing about a lesbian relationship, but confessed everything about it.

"I haven't read this in years." Bobbie nuzzled Sylvia's shoulder. "I memorized it ages ago."

After several minutes, Sylvia gently folded the letter and slid it back in the envelope. She took a moment to examine Sarah's writing on the face of the envelope. No return address, and Bobbie was simply addressed as "Mimsy."

"Mimsy?" Sylvia turned to brush her nose against Bobbie's.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son." Bobbie smiled, a tear streak still glistening on her face. "We both loved Lewis Carroll."

Another kiss.

"Do you know what happened to her?"

Bobbie looked away from her lover, silent.

Sylvia caressed Bobbie's neck, not wanting to press her, but she finally spoke.

"I saw her at the market about ten years later, after the war. We were both pushing carts full of crap, and it took me a moment to recognize her."

Bobbie slid back down on the bed and pulled Sylvia to her bosom, making her sigh.

"She had put on some weight, and was pregnant, to boot. Certainly not the Sarah I remembered."

"Oh."

"I eyed the ring on her finger and her big belly. We exchanged pleasantries, but none of the old magic was there. The feelings had certainly gone. I searched her eyes for the loving gaze I used to know, but there was nothing but sadness."

Sylvia nuzzled one of Bobbie's breasts like a big, soft pillow. "The flame had gone out."

"Long ago. Of course, I didn't give a shit about her appearance. I was plumping up myself. Knocking off weight after Billy was born was next to impossible. It was her eyes. Goddamn those eyes. Nothing from the past."

Bobbie, gazing down, cuddled Sylvia against her breast. Sylvia's parted lips almost touched an erect nipple.

"She said she was happy and married and her husband made a lot of money at his job. Pretty much what every young wife said after the war, or a variant of it."

"She had conformed."

"Well, hadn't we all?" Bobbie glanced down at Sylvia's face. "We had beaten the Nazis and the Japs and everything was bright and beautiful, at least on the surface."

"You can say that again. I was still in High School, but even then, it was like we were obligated to be happy. We had no excuse to be anything else."

"Ah, you nubile, young vixen." Bobbie changed the subject, planting another kiss or two. "Mama's corrupted you with her lesbian ways."

"Oh, Bobbie, please!" Sylvia giggled again. Her giddy joy couldn't be quelled in the aftermath of their lovemaking. "You're not old enough to be my mother."

"I don't know, love." Bobbie petted Sylvia's forehead, stroking her hair back. "In some parts of the south, I hear..."

"Well, if you're my mother, then it's incest!" Sylvia playfully bit her lover's nipple.

"Ouch!" Bobbie jumped. "Naughty girl!" In retribution, Mama locked mouths with her girl for another lingering, tongue-lashing kiss. When they were done, Sylvia cupped Bobbie's cheek, lost in her loving face.

"But no matter. I'll be your girl." Sylvia's eyes had gone dark with desire. "I'll do anything if it pleases you."

Several minutes passed as they touched each other's faces, then Mama looked away, tears streaking from her eyes. Sarah's story wasn't done.

"Did you ever see her again?"

Bobbie reached to the nightstand for a Kleenex, majestic breasts shifting with the movement of her body. She dabbed her eyes, then blew her nose.

"The poor girl overdosed about ten years later," She said while sniffling into the tissue.

"Oh, my lord!"

"I found out about it in the obituaries. Thank god I checked them that day. I managed to make the memorial service just in time and hid in the back pew."

"So much for happiness."

"I just wonder how it would have turned out if I stayed with her." Bobbie's voice quivered. Again, she fought back tears. "That was over thirty years ago, and I've played it out in my mind over and over. Every conceivable scenario has been picked apart."

"You shouldn't beat yourself up for what you did, honey," Sylvia whispered. "You were practically a child."

"I wish I had my wits about me then, but still..." Bobbie sniffed. "I wouldn't trade my time with Ronnie for anything in the world." She chuckled through the tears. "I even played out a scenario where I was married to Ronald, had my boy, and kept Sarah in the guest bedroom."

"Oh, my!"

"Yeah, I was trying anything to make it work. Absolutely anything. Then I thought about if I hadn't met Ronald, and how that would've turned out."

"And?"

"I most likely would've stayed in college, and my relationship would've deepened with Sarah. Thickheaded me would've realized how much we were in love. Still, we'd be a couple of filthy, perverted lesbians." Bobbie's face darkened, angry at the ways of society and its twisted ideas of right and wrong.

"Nobody bats an eye at two young women sharing a domicile, but in time, people expect them to find husbands and have kids and live the American dream. Two women who live together past a certain age, well, they're old maids."

"You could've still pulled it off. That 'haven't found a right man' bullshit still works."

"Honey, that's yet another fantasy I've run through my addled brain until I'm ready to scream."

Sylvia rose on one elbow, drawing within an inch of her friend's reddened nose. Another kiss and she nuzzled Bobbie's neck, right below the ear.

"Look, my love," she whispered against Bobbie's skin. "What's done is done, and who of us wouldn't like to go back in time and do some or most things differently? I know there are people would sell their souls for it." She kissed Bobbie's cheek, making her smile. "Now I'm going to repeat what those ragged hippies say when they're all gathered in Lehman park, smoking pot and burning bras and draft cards."

Sylvia pulled Bobbie against her breasts in a tight embrace.

"Live in the now. Right in this moment. The past has passed and no one knows for sure what the future holds. Stop overthinking this."

"Oh, you're the one to be talking." Bobbie slapped Sylvia's butt, giving it a squeeze.

"I know, I know. And it sounds corny as hell, but after what we've done today, I'm tired of overthinking everything. I must stop. It may be impossible, but I'm going to try."

"Yeah, me, too." Bobbie kissed Sylvia's cheeks, then another kiss on her mouth, long and slow and wet. Her fingertips caressed the small of Sylvia's back. "Let's do this together."

At that moment, Sylvia noticed the rays of the setting sun on the wall as the day ebbed.

"Jesus, what time is it?"

Bobbie leaned back to look at her electric clock on the nightstand. Sylvia followed, clinging to her new love's bounteous body.

"A little after six."

Sylvia rolled off Bobbie, onto her back, arms spread out above her head.

"Dammit," she spoke to the ceiling. "I need to get home and make sure Neil hasn't tried to cook something and set the house on fire."

Bobbie traced her finger around Sylvia's stomach, only an inch or two from her bush.

"Or if he's like my Billy boy, getting into the liquor cabinet."

"Oh, no." Sylvia said. "All that's in the house is my cherished Falstaff in the fridge, and I keep count!"

Bobbie leaned over to nuzzle the smooth valley between Sylvia's breasts, but refrained from taking a nipple in her mouth. She was only getting started, dammit, and already their day was done.

"Honey, before I release you from this bed, I'm going to ask the obvious." She gazed into Sylvia's eyes. "I hope we're going to do this again, and again, and..."

It was Sylvia who shed a tear this time. Grinning as broadly as she could, she nodded vigorously.

"Go home to your boy and enjoy the time you have with him before he leaves the house as a man."

"Yes...yes."

"One more thing." Bobbie smiled, sniffing Sylvia's face. "You need to jump into my shower and wash off that pussy! What would Neil think?"

"Oh, shit!" Sylvia clasped her hands to her face. "How would I explain that to my son?"

As Sylvia ran, naked as the day she was born, to the bathroom, Bobbie called out after her.

"Just tell him your new dyke girlfriend from work is going to teach you how to muff dive!"

Another giggle as the sound of water and the screech shower curtain rings against a metal rod emanated from down the hall.

Taking care not to get her hair wet, Sylvia washed herself thoroughly, removing any evidence of the afternoon of sexual abandon she had engaged in. Bobbie's lavender soap smelled wonderful.

Eating pussy. God, I hope I can give her as much pleasure as she's given me.

Bobbie, still naked, helped her friend towel off in the steamy bathroom. They returned to the bedroom where Bobbie slipped on a silky robe and helped Sylvia get decent.

"Mmmm, I smell so good now!" She loved having someone help her dress.

"I get that soap down at Woolworth's. The girl special orders it for me."

"I love it." Sylvia looked in the mirror, trying to make her hair look as neat as possible. "Almost as much as I love you."

"Ah! You bitch!" She slapped Sylvia's ass. Unable to muss her friend, Bobbie kissed the back of her neck, still wanting more. "I love you, too, sweet girl."

They both stood at the front door.

"See you Monday, girlfriend."

With a final kiss, Bobbie patted Sylvia on the butt as she trotted out the door. Driving home, she passed through downtown, gazing at the glut of neon signs lining the streets, sparkling in the twilight. Although the large stores remained open, small shops had closed up for the weekend.

Late Saturday afternoon traffic was sparse, but she knew things would be picking up as evening arrived. People would be going to movies and bars and restaurants, trying to relax, maybe forget the woes of life and work. People pairing up for the first time, or for the thousandth time, after spending years together. Sylvia wondered if there would be a thousandth time with Bobbie. She damn well hoped so.

Her mind wandered at a traffic stop as she watched two mature women walking, arm in arm, into a dark, divey-looking bar. She knew nothing about them, but imagined they were lesbian lovers who had been together for years, playing by societal rules, pretending to be a pair of old, spinster girlfriends. Then, later on, they would return to their apartment, also dimly lit, and wreck the bed with their passion. Then they would watch television and have beers, or maybe wine or tea. By the wee hours, they would extinguish the TV and spend the night wrapped around each other in love and passion, enveloped in soft, caressing bedclothes.

The moving truck behind her honked once, startling Sylvia from her reverie. The traffic light had changed. She waved an apologetic hand out the open car window and gently pressed on the gas, hesitating for another, "normal"-looking couple crossing the street ahead of her.

"Son, I'm home!" The moment the door shut behind her and she inhaled the familiar scent of her own home, a deep weariness came over Sylvia.

God, this day has worn me out, mind and body.

She kicked off her pumps, hanging her purse by the kitchen door. She wondered how many thousands of times she had done that over the years.

"I'm in here, Mom," Neil responded.

Sylvia walked to the other end of the kitchen and looked into the living room. There he was, as usual, in his worn-out, too-tight shorts, displaying his wares, much to his mother's guilty delight. Her son's revealing attire was yet another obsession she had developed in recent days.

My god, he can't know what he's doing to me.

It amazed her that, after the day's activities, her son could still trigger desire in her haggard body. "Have you eaten?" She asked.

"Yes, Mom. How did it go with Bobbie today?"

"Oh..." Sylvia had to remember her story. "We got a lot of papers sorted out."

Unbuttoning her blouse, another time-honored tradition, she walked up to her son and slid onto the sofa, right beside him.

"It's been a long day." She refrained from putting her hand on his thigh. It wouldn't do anything but enflame her again.

Neil sniffed the air, then leaned over to sniff her shoulder. She jumped slightly when his face pressed against her skin.

"New perfume, Mom?"

Oh, shit. What is he smelling?

"Uh..." Sylvia hesitated. "What is it?"

"Whatever it is, it smells good." Neil paused. "You all right, Mom?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she responded. "Why do you ask?"

God, honey. Pull yourself together!

"You're acting weird."

She looked down as her son shifted on the sofa cushion. God, he was bulging at the seams! She wanted so much to reach out and touch his tumescent bounty.

"I'm just tired, love." She found herself using the same terms of endearment as she did with Bobbie. "My brain is tired and so is my body."

"Why don't you go to bed?" Her son placed his hand on her arm. Her body reacted from the innocent touch.

Sylvia, what is wrong with you? Are you horny again?

"That sounds like a good idea, honey."

"Maybe take a hot bath and relax?" He squeezed her arm.

"Ahhh, yes," she responded, covering his hand with hers. "I'm going to vanish for the night, okay?"

"Yes, Mom." Neil smiled. "Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning."

In spite of her shower at Bobbie's, Sylvia ran water in the big, porcelain tub as hot as she dared. Once she was in the tub, steaming water up to her chin, she let out a big sigh.

Damn, that kid had the right idea. This feels great!

Sylvia's mind couldn't help but examine the activities of that day. She and Bobbie had fallen together so easily. After so much anxiety, hesitation and overthinking, their bodies and minds came together, figuratively and literally, like it was meant to be. It reminded Sylvia how lovemaking was like riding a bicycle. One never forgot. After so many years of inactivity, she got into the groove in no time.

But now what? When will I see her again?

Sylvia battled between thinking of her day with Bobbie, and the near-naked young man vegetating in her living room. Her hand made its way down to her pubis.

Oh, God. I can't believe I'm doing this again!

She thought of Bobbie's expert mouth on her pussy as her fingers blurred away. She tried not splashing the water or making any noise that would be heard by her son. Still, she couldn't help but imagine his cock, exposed and fully erect, needing attention.

He's only in the next room, maybe fifteen feet away, as I masturbate.

The pressure began to escalate in her body.

If he only knew I was about to come. If he only knew how much I needed sex.

Her fingers dug into her pussy, finding that delicate, sensitive spot.

Ahhh, if sweet Bobbie only knew what kind of pervert I am, wanting my own child. I wonder if she ever had any feelings like that for her Billy? Is it just me? Am I just a twisted mother, wanting an incestuous relationship with my boy?

Her fingers wriggled. Her free hand squeezed her breast, toying with a hard nipple.

God, that's it. Yes. Coming again...coming...COMING!!!

She gasped, trying to stop water from splashing over the side of the tub as her body convulsed again and again with the crashing waves of her orgasm.

Shit, if Neil could only see me now. God, I'd show him how much I need him in my bed.

Gently, she gyrated out the last of the spasms, her hips writhing as they finally fell away.

As she stood to towel herself off, the sound of splashing water echoed off the porcelain tiles.

I'm so glad tomorrow's Sunday.

To say Sylvia didn't need her tattered romance novel that evening was an understatement. Her brain had been so stimulated by reality and fantasy, and after spending the day having real, live sex with another human being, plus wanting her son between her legs, she had trouble going to sleep. Another round of nipple-tugging and savagely slapping her matted wetness brought a relative calm, but it was a long time before she slipped beneath the nocturnal waves.

Even then, dreams filled her head to the bursting point. Vivid ones, complete with breathless kisses and damp, hot skin. Tastes and scents, colors and sounds, all converged in her dreamscape, forcing her to toss and turn, incessantly rubbing the insides of her thighs.

A phone rang off in the distance. It wouldn't stop. Sylvia was much too tired to get up and answer it, but it rang and rang. Finally, she cursed, slipping out of the soft warmth of the bedclothes to press her bare feet against the carpet. It was so dark, she could barely see, so she carefully placed one foot ahead of the other, step by step, until she reached the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice conveyed irritation.

How dare someone disturb me right now!

"Honey?"

The voice was Bobbie's. Sylvia's mood immediately changed.

"Uh...y-yes?" She was surprised, but also elated. "What is it, my love?"

There was a slight pause. Sylvia could hear the hiss of the phone line and Bobbie's breathing.

"Come to me," Bobbie said. "Please."

"What?" Sylvia knew exactly what she said, but her groggy brain couldn't handle the simple request. How could she do that without Neil finding out? What would she tell him?

"Please come to me." Bobbie repeated. "I need you in my bed. You're in my heart, but I need your body to hold."

"But I...I..."

Sylvia opened her eyes to a dark room. Then it dawned on her.

"Fucking shit," she cursed into the black void, then let out a mammoth sigh.

Goddamn dreams! Why do they have to be so real?

Part Four -- Sylvia's Groove, and Where She Found It

Bacon sizzled in the cast iron skillet as Neil sat, bare-chested, on a bar stool in the kitchen, reading the Sunday morning Herald-Telegraph.

"Toast and jam?" Sylvia asked her son. Yesterday, she was fucking her brains out with Bobbie. Today, she was back to being a doting mother, albeit one with impure thoughts regarding her son.

"Yes, Mom." Neil didn't look up from the paper. "Thanks."

As Sylvia placed crispy bacon strips on the folded paper towel, her mind wandered back to Bobbie's kitchen and the meal they shared.

"How does tuna casserole sound to you, baby?" She asked Neil.

"Mmmm, yes!" He turned to the next page on the newspaper.

She placed two slices of bread in the chrome toaster and pushed the lever down.

Sylvia wandered through Bobbie's home. She admired the Japanese art on the wall, the well-stocked bookcase in the living room and the open, airy, spotless kitchen, much like hers, but not as modern.

Out came a half-empty jar of jam from the fridge. Strawberry again. She pulled a dish of margarine from aside the breadbox. She never refrigerated the margarine. It hardened in the fridge and made it too difficult to spread across the toast.

Bobbie's bedroom was so inviting, and the bed so soft, a cocoon for both of them, hiding, protecting their forbidden love and their lovemaking, sheltering them from the outside world and harsh, mundane reality.

She placed the jam and margarine on the flowered Formica countertop, next to Neil, then poured a small tumbler of orange juice and glanced over to the glistening mass of scrambled eggs cooking in the skillet. A whiff of natural gas emanated from the hissing range.

Thinking of the copious, tongue-sucking kisses she and Bobbie exchanged, it occurred to Sylvia that her new amour kissed a lot like a man, but she loved it. She also loved Bobbie referring to herself as "Mama". It added a little extra kink to things, not that their lesbian relationship needed any more of a taboo element.

Sylvia divided the mass of scrambled eggs between her son and herself. A few strips of bacon lie on the other side of the bright orange Melamine plate. The butterknife scraped across burnished toast.

In their new relationship, Bobbie had christened her the girl. She thought about it, and yes, she wanted to be the little girl, perhaps even the daughter, if Bobbie wanted it, having her naked Mama love her and take care of her, nursing her with those big, thick-nippled breasts.

Yes, Mama. Take your little girl and do with her what you wish. Eat my pussy like you're starving for it. Fuck me over and over. Rub our pussies together as I whimper through countless orgasms. Tell me what you want...what you need...and I will obey and serve you.

The erotic mental tableau forced a shiver through her body as her teeth closed on a bacon strip. Neil rustled the newspaper and snapped her back to the present.

"Damn, what is Johnson doing now?" He muttered to himself. "He just keeps escalating the troops!"

For a second, Sylvia thought he sounded like ol' Dan-O back in the day, griping about everything President Truman did, as if Dan could do better. She looked at her son's furrowed brow and smiled, knowing his grades were good enough to get him into college and avoid the draft. Still, he wasn't completely out of the woods. It was up to her to keep him focused on his studies. She glanced down to linger on his well-formed chest sporting two red points.

What handsome nipples my boy has. My young man. Makes my mouth water, wanting to suck them.

All of the fantasies caught up with her. Blood rushed into Sylvia's neck and face as her pussy began to throb. She averted her gaze to look at the bright yellow electric clock on the wall. Ten-fifteen as the second hand swooped past the numeral twelve.

Fuck, what a pervert I am! Naughty dyke mother. And these eggs are getting cold.

The coffee was strong and black and opened Sylvia's eyes. The moment she started thinking of what laundry needed to be done, the wall phone rang. Neil looked up as his mother slipped off the barstool. With coffee mug still in hand, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

There was a long silence, then she heard Bobbie's voice.

"Goddammit, Sylvia."

She sounded close to tears. With her son watching, she had to choose her words carefully.

"Why, yes." She started a pretend conversation. "Neil and I are having breakfast right now." Steam rose from her mug.

"I'm so sorry to call you. Is there any way he can hear me?"

"No, it's all right. No trouble."

"Thank God."

"Oh, he's right here, reading the newspaper. We haven't been up for long."

"Sylvia, I'm so embarrassed. I...honey..."

"Oh, I understand." Sylvia furrowed her brow. "Dammit, our work is never done, is it?"

"Just a little more. I'm so sorry."

"Honey, don't be sorry, and don't worry. They can afford the overtime, especially with what they're charging the client."

"Anytime. I'll be waiting. I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling."

"Let me grab a shower and I'll be over in, say, an hour and a half?"

"Yes, my love."

"Okay, then."

"I'm so happy."

"Me, too, honey. We'll take care of this."

Sylvia placed the handset back on its clear plastic hook. She took a sip from the mug, glancing over to her son, who had returned to reading the newspaper.

"Neil..."

"Go, Mom!" He shot her a smirking glance. "I just don't want you working yourself to the bone."

"It's this special case we have. A real bear."

"Do you want me to do the laundry?"

"Uh..."

Sylvia envisioned her son washing everything together in hot water, mixing colors with whites. His red tee-shirts and her new, expensive white blouse would result in faded reds and shrunken pinks.

And where the fuck are my special bra and panties?

"No, son, but thank you." She slipped back onto the stool and placed a heaping forkload of eggs in her mouth. Time was of the essence as she chewed and talked. "You know I have a system worked out." She took another sip of coffee, delighted that Bobbie had literally made her dreams come true.

God, I think my hands are shaking, I'm so happy. Keep cool, girl. You're both getting what you need.

Thankfully, Sunday morning traffic was light. Most people were still in church or merely enjoying their day of rest as Sylvia gunned her Falcon across town to Bobbie's house. The tires screeched as she pulled up to the curb. Sylvia slammed the car door and paused.

Slow down, dammit! Walk, don't run.

She slung her purse over her shoulder and took slow, deliberate steps toward the front porch. The moment she reached the wooden stairs, the front door opened an inch. Sylvia lost her resolve and ran across the porch, pushing the door open, disappearing into the darkness.

"Jesus Christ!" Sylvia gasped, dropping her purse to the floor as the door slammed behind her. Bobbie stood there, naked as a jaybird, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she held out her arms.

"Yes! Yes!" Sylvia gasped, so tight was their embrace.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Bobbie sobbed.

"I'm so glad you called, my love." Sylvia tried to control her emotions, but to no avail. Tears started welling in her eyes. "I had a dream...a premonition."

Sylvia didn't remember her clothes being removed, but in the next moment, they were in the bedroom, writhing in soft, freshly-laundered bedclothes, nude bodies clinging together. Bobbie literally grunted as they kissed and probed each other's mouths, tongues aflame. Sylvia didn't even realize she was humping against Bobbie until she felt moisture between her thighs and heat radiating up though her body.

"Goddamn...GODDAMN!!!" She wailed, gazing into Bobbie's eyes, almost out of her mind with lust, love and need.

"Yes, my love, YES!" Bobbie's eyes had a crazed look in them as she bared her teeth.

The bedframe groaned, springs squeaking violently as their bodies battled against each other. Bobbie rasped, "We have to fuck. Now!"

"Yes, yes." Sylvia responded breathlessly.

But Bobbie had something different in mind. Instead of the missionary position, like yesterday, she crawled to the foot of the bed, turning opposite her lover.

"Let's try this, honey."

"What are we doing, my love?"

"Humor me."

Sylvia, so aroused she was about to Ra*e her lover's ample thigh, obeyed. With her head at the foot of the bed, Bobbie slid her legs alongside Sylvia's until they scissor-legged each other, their pussies pressing together. The moment Mama started rubbing herself against her little girl, Sylvia gasped.

"Fuck, Bobbie," she panted. "I never would've thought of this. I love it!"

"Uh huh..." Bobbie was already getting into the swing of things, her eyes wild with delight. "Uh huh!"

It didn't take long for Sylvia to start reciprocating, rubbing her wet, matted fur against Bobbie's, her enflamed clit tingling with delicious sensations.

"That's it, my love, yes!" Bobbie smiled, pleased that Sylvia picked up on the new position so fast. Soon, they hit their stride as their pussies rubbed furiously together. Sylvia gripped the headboard for leverage as Bobbie clutched at the bedclothes.

"Goddamn!" Sylvia growled as their juicy bits collided. "Fucking perfect!"

"You said it, girlfriend."

Not long passed until the tension started building. Both of them felt orgasms on the way.

"Honey," Bobbie grunted, breathing heavily, a glistening sheen of perspiration forming on her naked flesh. "Grab my hands and pull."

Sylvia released the headboard as Bobbie reached toward her. They held hands, fingers intertwining, holding on for dear life, melding their pussies even tighter together.

"Oh, yes...YES!!!" Sylvia wailed as new waves of pleasure surged through her body.

"Uh huh!" Bobbie smiled, nodding her head. "Damn it, Mama's gonna come soon."

"Oh, fuck, Mama," Sylvia's mouth hung open. "Me, too."

"That's it. Fuck Mama...FUCK MAMA!!!"

"Yes, Mama...YES! Fuck your girl! FUCK!!!"

"Ohhhh...." Bobbie's eyes rolled back in her head as frantic thrusts turned into sharp, steady jabs against Sylvia's matted fur.

"Dammit, here it comes!" Sylvia, white knuckled, held onto Bobbie as she, too, was seized by a juicy climax.

"Oh, yes!" Bobbie was sweating profusely by now. "Fuck Mama's pussy! Fuck my pussy!"

"Yes, Mama...YES!" Sylvia whimpered like a little girl, her throbbing womanhood melting into Bobbie's as she came and came. "Come with me, Mama, come with me now!"

It sounded like feeding time at the zoo, what with the animal noises they made. Somewhere in Sylvia's mind, she wondered if Bobbie's neighbors could hear their sounds of passion.

In due time, they both fell limp against the bedclothes, their bodies still locked together. After a minute or two, Bobbie caught enough of her breath to speak.

"Oh, fuck...ohhh, my god!" She grunted. "That was so fucking good."

"Yes, honey, yes," was all Sylvia could say.

"But I need to shed some pounds if we're going to keep doing this. I'm not the svelte, athletic girl I was in nineteen thirty-seven!"

Sylvia laughed. "Jesus, I wouldn't have known." Bobbie's passion matched Dan's at his best and far exceeded anything anyone else had ever done with her.

The next moment, Bobbie slid up near her lover as they exchanged more kisses and caresses. Wordlessly, they clung to each other as their bodies returned to normal. Sylvia was the first one to speak.

"Is this something you learned with Sarah? Am I naughty for asking?"

Bobbie hesitated. "Well, I guess it's no secret. Not now. Do you mind?"

"No, no, my love." Sylvia passed her hand over Bobbie's warm, supple skin repeatedly, squeezing, caressing. "It was mindblowing."

"An old trick from and old bitch dog." Bobbie made fun of herself, but her lover was having none of it.

"Oh, stop debasing yourself!" Sylvia's forehead creased as she admonished her plump, sexy lover. "And don't you dare say anything like that again, at least around me!" Sylvia slapped her Bobbie's round, ample rump. "I won't have it!" Then her face relaxed and she kissed Bobbie's mouth. "As for what we did, whatever you call it, if it brings back fond memories, I'm all in, sweetheart. Goddamn, that was hot!"

Bobbie nodded. "Okay, I just don't feel very sexy or attractive, honey. You're probably the third person in all my life I've been naked around." She returned the kiss, this time letting it linger a bit. "And I'm not pretending you're Sarah. That was so far in the past, it doesn't seem real anymore. This is you and me, here and now."

"Of course, my love, of course." Sylvia kissed Bobbie's forehead, nose and lips. "Don't for a moment think of me as jealous or envious. What we're doing now is just you and me."

"Okay, then." Bobbie's reticence subsided and they returned to the moment, luxuriating in each other's bodies and the aftermath of lovemaking. Bobbie continued.

"Does that boy of yours think we're up to something?"

"Nah. He just thinks we're working overtime."

"Okay. That would be a shocker, him knowing his mother was getting hot and heavy with another woman."

"Oh, no doubt." Sylvia smiled. "But he's been surprising me somewhat as of late."

"How so?"

"Well, he's been making comments about my well-being, showing concern. He surprised me this morning by offering to do the laundry."

"Really, now?" Bobbie's nose found the valley between her lover's breasts. "Hell, there are a lot of grown men who never get that far."