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Melanie accompanied me home after cheer practice and what did we find? My mom laying out butt naked on a towel beside the pool! I was so fucking embarrassed! The first thing we saw were her sagging breasts, her aged dark large areolas lining long nipples, and her hairy snatch that resembled Chewbacca from Star Wars. My mom was a product of the old ways; staying true as much as she could. It was so repulsing to know that I came out of that forest eighteen years ago. Did mom not understand the times have changed and she could be smooth like me and Melanie? Why was I worried about my mom’s pussy anyway? I guess it entered my mind because of what Melanie said immediately when we saw my mom beside the pool. “Eeeewwww, really? Damn, how does she keep that clean!” I covered my face with my hands in disgust and embarrassment. My mom always had a way of embarrassing me, but this went over the top. How would she feel if she came home to find me and Melanie lying out there all bare and oiled? I rolled my eyes as I headed out the patio door to confront my mom. Why? I really did not know. Melanie stood inside snickering as I went. This was not one of my finest moments. “Mom, really?” She lifted the sunglasses and peered at me through istanbul travesti squinty eyes and simply said, “What?” “What? Is that all you can say? I have a friend over!” “And?” “MOM! You have no clothes on!” “So? It’s Melanie right? What’s the big deal? She has breasts and a pussy too!” “That is not the point. What if it was me and her out here like this and you came home and caught us?” Mom put the sunglasses back down over her eyes and said, “I’d say that you two were exploring your sexuality. Sounds like something you and Melanie would do anyway. Besides, you two have already done more than that together.” I just stood there looking at my mom and wondered just how she actually knew. It was true. Melanie and I had done more than that. I guess we were not as quiet in my room when she stayed over. Did it bother me? Not really. I was not sorry of my sexuality. I just did not want my mom to really ever find out until I was ready. Apparently, I will never have to tell her. I walked away from my mother because it was all I could do. I was not about to argue with her over her being naked and embarrassing me. Not now after she revealed she knew about me and Melanie. Melanie was still snickering istanbul travestileri when I entered the house, but I was not in the mood for her humor. I knew just how to wipe that snicker off of her face. “She knows,” I said as I entered and kept walking past Melanie to head upstairs to my room. Melanie stood there at the door trying to comprehend what I said. The snicker did leave her face, but she really did not catch what I meant. “She knows what, Bridgette?” I finally heard as Melanie caught up with me as my foot hit the bottom step. I turned and said, “About us, Melanie. Mom knows that we lick each other’s coochies.” “She said that to you out there?” “Well, not in those exact words, but she knows.” “How?” “Gee Melanie, you don’t think it would have anything to do with just how loud you get sometimes?” “Well, it’s hard to hold it in when you know how to flick my clit with the tip of your tongue so fucking well! What’s the big deal anyway? Our relationship was bound to get out eventually.” “The big deal? Melanie, do you hear yourself? Are you not thinking? Your father is a preacher! To him, we are living in sin!” “Maybe in his eyes, but the way I look at it, God was the one that travesti brought us together, Bridgette. We can’t help what we are. We can’t help loving each other.” “Yeah, well we better thank Him right now for letting my mother keep her mouth shut.” “Hmm, you do have a point there, Bridgie. Are you certain she will be able to keep it closed? At least until I am ready to reveal my lifestyle?” “She has this long obviously. I don’t think she will be stupid enough to open it now, Mel.” “For our sake, I hope the hell so!” Melanie said as I followed her into my room. I knew my mother. If she had kept her mouth shut this long, she was never going to open it. If there was one thing I loved about my mother it was her respect for me as her daughter. Melanie was looking out my bedroom window. We had all intentions of studying, and I had pulled my book out and laid it on the bed. As I turned around to get a pen and paper, Melanie freaked, exclaiming, “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I turned around and Melanie’s jaw was open so wide as she stared out my bedroom window that had a full view of the pool and its surroundings. Her eyes were about to pop out of their sockets and Melanie was a little flushed as I frantically ran around my bed saying, “What? What’s the matter?” Just as I reached Melanie she said, “Your mother can squirt! Well, now we know how she keeps it clean!” I stopped immediately because I could not believe what I was hearing. “Bridgie, did you hear me?” Melanie asked as she looked at me. “Yes, I did, but…” “No buts.
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