by Anais Ninja
“I used to be so small,” Mia said, reaching for her wine. “Now look at me. I feel like a dairy cow.”
“They’re lovely,” I said. “So...womanly.”
“And to think that Frank wanted to buy me implants after we got married.”
“He did?”
“Well, I think he was just joking around, but...” Mia’s eyes began to mist.
“Mia? What’s wrong?”
“Frank’s afraid to touch me,” she said, her voice cracking. “Since I got pregnant.”
“You mean you haven’t...?”
“Not for months.”
“What about last night? At the hotel?”
“I sucked him. That’s all we do these days. Then we cuddle afterwards, but...”
“That’s not enough.”
“No, it isn’t. I just can’t wait for this baby to be born, for things to get back to normal. But there’ll be those feedings at three in the morning, and it’ll take months to lose this weight.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be. I wouldn’t trade this for the world. But I just wish...”
“I know. I know.” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, stopping a single tear in its tracks. Mia turned her head and our lips touched, lightly at first, and then with passion as our tongues met and melted together. I kept my hand on her breast, kneading it a bit harder as we kissed.
“We shouldn’t...,” Mia whispered after breaking off our kiss.
“Why not?” I said, gently caressing her breasts again. I lightly circled her big brown areola with my finger tip and Mia shivered with delight.
“I’m your stepmother. It’s not right.”
“Says who?” I said, leaning in to kiss her again. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” There was no resistance to this suggestion. I got up from the couch and held out my hand, helping Mia to her feet. She grabbed the bottle of lotion and I followed her into the bedroom with our wine glasses, closing the door behind us. Mia began to pull her sweatshirt over her head.
“Let me help you,” I said, tugging at her shirt, lifting it up to free her arms. She sat down on the edge of the bed and I helped her out of the sweatpants and the plain white cotton panties she wore.
“Lay back,” I said, picking up the bottle of lotion and squirting some more into my palms, warming it up before gently rubbing it into her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, exposing her sex to me. Her labia bloomed like an orchid, and her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little triangle that covered her mons.
“You’ve been waxing,” I said.
“I thought I’d keep it neat. For the doctor, anyway,” Mia said, laughing.
“Lovely,” I whispered, leaning forward and kissing the little patch of hair above her cleft.
“Take these off,” Mia said, tugging at the sleeve of my sweatshirt. I pulled it off over my head and skinned off the sweatpants, kneeling between her legs dressed only in my panties as I continued rubbing the moisturizer into her skin. Mia smiled and laid her head back on the pillow, enjoying my pampering.
“Roll on to your side so I can do your back,” I said. As she turned I poured more lotion into my hands, massaging it into her back muscles, working lower, over her bottom and the backs of her thighs.
“Mmmmm...,” she murmured, dreamily.
“Feel nice?”
“Wonderful.”
When I finished doing her back, I stretched out behind her, caressing her round belly, kissing her long neck. She slowly rolled over to face me, and our lips touched again, her tongue teasing my own. She reached out for my breasts, touching them tentatively at first before fondling and gently squeezing them. Our thighs intertwined, and I could feel her sex, warm and moist against my skin.
“Mia,” I whispered, clinging to her round belly, taking one of her big brown nipples in my mouth and suckling her like a baby. She gasped as I lightly grazed it with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth and milking her with my lips. As she stroked my hair I could taste a thin fluid coming from her breast.
“Baby,” she murmured, pressing her cleft hard against my thigh, grinding it back and forth over my skin.
“I can taste it,” I said, releasing her nipple and kissing her. There was something else I wanted to taste. Slowly, I began to slide down her body, kissing her breasts, her swollen belly, her knees, her thighs, homing in on her center, her delicate flower. Mia rolled on to her back and spread her thighs, anticipating my kiss.
I guess I expected a different taste, since she was pregnant, but her nectar was just like every other grown woman I’d made love with, Julia, Helen, Trish, even Sister Katherine. There was one difference, though: Mia was wetter than anyone I’d seen. As soon as I began to suckle her dark labia, her juices began to flow. I reached for my sweatpants and slid them under her bottom so she wouldn’t stain the duvet.
There was no need to tease her clit; it was swollen even before I touched it with the tip of my tongue. Almost immediately, Mia began to moan and squirm on the bed, her big belly heaving as she breathed. I held her swollen abdomen as I ravished her needy sex, wondering if the baby could feel anything. The thought crossed my mind that this might be my strangest threesome, and I had to suppress the urge to start laughing.
I licked and sucked her beautiful pearl until her moans became screams of pleasure, months of pent-up frustration pouring out of her like the juices that flowed from her cleft. She rolled this way and that, pinning me between her quivering thighs, but I stayed glued to her sex, intent on pleasuring her until she made me stop. Mia hit a second peak of pleasure before she gently pushed my head away from her soaked pussy. I crawled up in the bed and laid next to her, and she kissed me, tasting her own nectar on my glistening lips.
“Anne...,” she whispered. Her eyes were misty with tears, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “Annie...”
“Shhh...” I held her in my arms, caressing her belly, her breasts, kissing her again.
“Annie,” she whispered again. “I’ve got to pee badly. Could you help me up?” I crawled out of bed and supported her as she struggled to her feet, her knees still weak from her release, helping her into the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and unselfconsciously began to empty her bladder. I sat on the edge of the big black marble bathtub and looked around. It was a huge bathroom, with a double sink that matched the tub and gold plated faucets. The tub was big enough for two people, at least.
“You’ve done that before?” Mia asked, getting up from the toilet and wiping herself.
“Done what?”
“Made love to a woman,” she said, reaching over to flush the toilet.
“Yes,” I replied, helping her back to the bed.
“You don’t like boys?”
“No, I do. I do,” I said, snuggling next to her, wondering if she’d make love to me. The sheer naughtiness of making love to my pregnant stepmother had left me incredibly horny.
“We should get up,” Mia said. “Frank and the kids will be home soon.”
“I guess,” I said, disappointed. Mia sat up and swung her legs around, trying to reach down to the carpet to pick up her discarded panties. I climbed out of bed and helped her, slipping them up over her thighs, followed by her sweatpants. My own pants were soaked from her juices, but at least the bed wasn’t stained. I slipped on my sweatshirt, which went down to my thighs, just long enough to cover my bottom, and followed Mia back into the living room, throwing my wet pants on to my cot as I passed Dana’s bedroom, startling the dog, who was lying on the floor next to Dana’s bed. We’d just settled down on the couch when I heard a car pull into the driveway.
David and Dana bounded into the living room, giving me and Mia a big hug each, even though they’d been gone for just a couple of hours. My father was right behind them, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss his wife. The kids excused themselves and headed off to their rooms to finish doing their homework.
“How was dinner?” Mia asked my father.
“Fin
e, fine,” he replied, going over to the bar and pouring himself a drink. “We went out for ice cream after.” He sat down in one of the chairs across from the couch and sipped his drink. I could see his gaze falling on my thighs, trying to catch a glimpse of panty under my sweatshirt.
“Frank, would you excuse us?” Mia asked my father.
“Oh, sorry,” he said. “Girl talk. I got it. I’ll get out of your way.”
“Thanks, honey,” she said.
“No problem,” my father replied, leaning over to kiss her again. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Good night, Annie.” He kissed me on the cheek and left us to ourselves. When he was safely out of sight, Mia reached for my hand and gently squeezed it.
“So, tell me,” she said in a hushed voice, “who was your first?”
“My first?”
“Your first woman. The first you slept with.” I smiled at her and took a sip of my wine.
“Well, first there was my best friend Luci,” I said.
“How old were you?”
“Ten.”
“No! Really?”
“Yes. We were so curious about everything.”
“What, you just started fooling around?” Mia asked.
“Sort of. We found some magazines in her mother’s closet. They were her father’s, but he’d passed away and I guess her mother didn’t want to throw them out or something.”
“So you looked through them with her?”
“Yeah, and we were like totally confused by it all. Some of the magazines were pretty raunchy, mostly the European ones.”
“I can imagine,” she said.
“Then we found her mother’s vibrator,” I said, feeling myself blush slightly at the memory of watching Luci use it on herself, how her little body shook with pleasure.
“And you...?”
“Yes, we did.”
“Together?”
“Yeah. Luci’s mom had a dildo, too, and we’d take turns.”
“When was your first kiss?” Mia asked.
“That was later. It was on a dare, my stepbrother dared us to kiss each other. After that we’d do it when we were alone,” I said.
“Did you fool around with him, too?”
“Yes, all the time.”
“Wow,” Mia said, looking flushed as she reached for her wine. “So, she was your first. Were there any others?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“How many?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t want to seem nosy. I’m just really curious is all. Do you mind my asking about this?”
“No, not at all,” I said, squeezing her hand. “After Luci moved away I met another girl, Tina. She was my new best friend.”
“You were with her, too?” Mia asked. I nodded.
“What about boys? When did you lose...?”
“I was eleven.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but I’d already torn my cherry with the vibrator.”
“And this was with your stepbrother?” she asked.
“Del. Short for Delberto. He and his brother Paco shared my room after my mother remarried.”
“How old were they?”
“Del was twelve, Paco was ten.”
“You did it with Paco, too?”
“Yes.” I felt a lump rising in my throat, as I usually did when I thought about them and Ramon and Julia. I missed them so.
“Anne? What’s wrong?”
“I...I just...” I moved closer to her and laid my head on her breasts, feeling tears start to well up in my eyes. “I just miss them so much. It’s been over a year since they died, but I can’t help...”
“Annie, Annie...,” Mia cooed, putting down her glass and stroking my hair, kissing the top of my head. I clung to her belly as I quietly wept, feeling her wrap her arms around me. I knew she didn’t expect me to continue, but I felt so close to her. I felt like telling her almost everything.
“After we moved to Maine I met this woman,” I whispered. “She was older than me, in her fifties. Julia. We fell in love.”
“Anne, you don’t have to...”
“I want to. I miss her, too. She died a year ago and I still think about her all the time.”
“Poor baby,” Mia whispered, gently rocking me in her arms. Though she was only nine years older than me, I felt safe in her arms, loved, cherished, like I was really her daughter.
I was going to tell Mia about my year on the streets, the shelter, the men I sucked for money, life with Delia and Cami, but a quiet voice in the back of my mind told me that this wasn’t the right thing to do. Since Bradley and Helen had found me on the street and taken me in, I wondered what people would think of me if the things I had to do that year became known.
Mia rocked and caressed me for a while, until I began to feel better. I sat up on the couch and reached for my wineglass, draining the little bit that remained. Then I walked into the kitchen and dried my tears with a paper towel, picking up the bottle of wine and bringing it back into the living room, refilling my glass and topping off hers.
“Thanks,” Mia said, taking a sip.
“So, now it’s your turn,” I said.
“My turn?”
“I’ve told you some of my secrets. How about you?”
“Annie...,” she said, nearly choking on her wine. “I don’t know...”
“Nevermind, then,” I said, disappointed. “Forget I asked.”
“No, no, I’ll tell you,” Mia said. “It’s only fair, I suppose.”
“Right. Fair’s fair,” I replied. “First kiss?”
“Hmmm...first kiss. Jean-Claude, I guess.”
“How old were you?”
“Thirteen,” she said.
“Did he take your...?”
“No, no. That wasn’t until I was sixteen. Gregor.”
“Gregor?”
“Yes, that was his name. Beautiful boy, his parents were from Hungary. We did it on their bed, there was so much blood on the sheets when we were done. I was so shocked, embarrassed. We pulled the sheets off and even the mattress was stained.”
“Did you get caught?” I asked her.
“No, we flipped the mattress over and put on new sheets,” she said. “It hurt so much, too. Not as much as childbirth, I guess.” Mia rubbed her swollen belly, as if caressing the baby inside.
“What about, um...”
“What?”
“Women?” I asked her. Mia looked flushed again and took another sip of wine. I snuggled up against her again, resting my head on her shoulder.
“Do not tell anyone about this, ever. Okay?” she whispered. “Frank doesn’t even know about this.”
“I promise.” I made the cross-my-heart sign.
“Freshman year at McGill,” she said, lowering her voice in case anyone was listening. “My room mate was this really bookish girl, smart, pretty but just a bit overweight, very shy. You can’t imagine how shy she was. She’d cringe whenever someone tried to talk to her.” Mia paused for a moment when she heard a door open down the hallway, taking a sip of her wine. A minute later, when the door closed again, she continued.
“Anyway, I was seeing this guy, pre-med, and Lena — that was her name, Lena — agreed to head over to the library to study. That way we could have the room to ourselves, you know?” she said. I nodded, as interested in this snippet of college life as I was in the story of her first lesbian experience.
“The next night, to thank her for letting us have some time alone in the room, I took her out to a bar near campus. I had been trying to get her to come out with us for a while, have some fun, get her out of her shell, you know?”
“Yes, I know,” I said. I was painfully shy when I was younger, but I managed to grow out of it. And then some.
“So she came with us, me and a few of my friends, and you know what? She had fun. She drank, she danced, she talked to boys, the whole deal. So, anyway, we stumble back to the dorm. We had been ordering pitchers of beer and shots, and I could tell she was not used to dr
inking, but she was okay, not too wasted or anything. I was pretty bombed, though, and Lena had to help me get undressed. So she takes my bra off and boom! She’s cupping my tit. Not squeezing it or playing with my nipples, just holding it, saying nothing.”
“Wow,” I said, shifting slightly on the couch. “What did you do?”
“I turned my head, like I was going to ask her what she was doing, you know? And suddenly we’re kissing! And you know what? It was wonderful,” Mia said, reaching for her wineglass. “Her lips were so soft. It wasn’t like kissing that pre-med, I can’t even remember his name. He’d stick his tongue down my freaking throat.”
“So what happened next?” I asked her. Mia took another sip of wine before continuing.
“The next thing I knew we were in my bed together, totally naked, kissing and hugging each other. It was beautiful, she was beautiful, like I was seeing her for the first time. She was so soft and tender, so patient and gentle. And she was anything but shy in bed. She could make me come so hard...”
“How long did you see each other?”
“Well, we really didn’t ‘see’ one another, not like we were girlfriends, anyway. I was still dating the Tongue, and she knew that. And we kept everything secret. You know, in a girls’ dorm nothing is secret, and people look at you differently if they know this about you. Montreal’s a pretty hip city, but a lot of the students had that provincial attitude. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah, sort of,” I said. “Maine was like that.” You might see gay people walking around holding hands in Ogunquit, but in Portland they’d have been beaten to a pulp, even killed. “So what happened?”
“We’d sleep together most nights, at least those nights when I didn’t have a date. Sometimes we’d even push our beds together for the night and make love for hours. But then Lena went home for the summer and that was the last I saw of her,” Mia said.
“You miss her?”
“Sort of, yes. She was so sweet.”
“Mia...,” I whispered, laying my head on her breasts again. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she said. “It was just sort of a fling, nothing really serious. Not for me, anyway. Sometimes I thought Lena was really in love with me. She wouldn’t admit to anything more than a crush, but you can tell from the way someone looks at you, you know?”