I didn't normally pack when I went out.
I looked into the mirror at my black, non-anatomically correct strap-on. It was coming with me out to the club tonight. We had a long evening out ahead of us tonight, my friends and I ready to dance and play, drink and get girls' numbers. South Beach was a wild place for lesbians, but there was one spot that became our favorite in particular. Lots of lights, good techno/house pumping until 5AM - the scene was there and in place. Despite normally dressing femmy, I smiled at myself in the mirror, as I felt my wetness and the heat accompanying it as I slipped my boy jeans up over my strap, which was pointed southward, laying against my smooth thigh at the moment. I loved the contrast of my baby pink girly nails against boyish black leather of the harness. I wore cheeky black satin panties under it, contemplated adding garters but decided against them. I knew I was going to sweat, and I was already packing as it was.
People describe me as a pretty girl, but I've always felt average. As I put on my lip gloss I admired my makeup - the Sephora's purple glitter liner brought out the green in my eyes. The contrast of my feminine efforts with makeup against the plastic cock between my legs was getting me wet already, not even a drink in. The semester was over and interecession had begun - it was high time to get crazy after months of hard work.
Jacqui, my childhood best friend and sister (her parents adopted me at age 12) entered the room, petite like me...with regard to our club routine, we'd joke that she was the booty of the group, I the big tits. My black hair and dark skin paired nicely with Jacqui's blonde hair, blue eyes, and light Irish complexion, all inherited from her bombshell mother. We loved to divide and conquer at the clubs in Miami...we always found ourselves in more trouble that way. This was how we preferred things.
Joining us this Saturday evening, for the first time, would be a few of Jacqui's friends that I hadn't met before, who had just flown in from LA. She assured me that we'd hit it off with relative ease, all being extroverted and friendly. Pulling my tight, low-cut black tank over a black lacy bra that encased my 36D breasts, I called out to my friend.
"Jacq, who else is supposed to be meeting us tonight? Besides Blair and Vanessa?" I finished getting my trademark MAC lashes on while she approached me from the bathroom holding a margarita. We had Patron on ice on the patio and a sound system of unbelievable quality to get us underway. This house really was amazing.
"Oh, yeah...Mom's coming." she said. "Is that weird? She didn't seem to mind that we were only doing the gay clubs tonight."
My mouth ran dry at the thought of...Jacqui's Mom. Oh, I'm sure she didn't mind at all. I smiled, recalling her sexy face. The last time I saw the lovely Dr. S was when I visited California last Christmas, about six months ago now. My pussy throbbed. She had adopted me after my mom died when I turned eighteen, but I still called her Dr. S...but only sometimes.
"No, fuck...no," I said, trying to hide my visceral reaction to my adopted Mom in front of her biological daughter. Momma had an enormous OB/GYN practice she owned jointly with her husband. She had an MD from Georgetown, and the hottest face and body I'd ever seen, and a very repressed curiosity and attraction to women, that I had inadvertently discovered a long time ago, just after my adoption paperwork was processed and official. I smiled, carried away in memory. I remembered that the first time I felt my pussy ache and burn with curiosity was when she asked me if I would like to take her last time. My new Mom knew I needed someone to take me under her wing, and truly wanted me to feel like a part of the family, and just as much her daughter as Jacqui did. She was like an angel to me, in more ways than one.
One fateful day after school, we came back to our beautiful house high up in the San Jacinto, the beautiful home she and her husband had built together. At 5'10", my curvy, long legged, blue eyed goddess mother met her two daughters out by the pool, for the first time, without her laptop or a book in tow. Instead, she held a martini glass, and I found my attention moving to her body. Jacqui, who was twig-like and waifish, if anything, had not inherited her mother's deadly curves. I felt a blush creep up my neck as I watched Dr. S's big breasts, packed into a white bikini top that seemed too small in the best way possible, wiggle perfectly as she walked.
Thoughts of her naked crept into my mind. I squeezed my thighs together, only causing me more pleasure, as she turned her back to us, laying her towel down on the chair. Her unbelievably round and big ass somehow stood perkier and higher up than ever. The layer of fat over her powerful, amazing glutes moved with her steps and my pussy pounded for more. I swished my feet in the pool, sitting next to Jacq, trying not to look lecherously at my new Mommy. Her profile was unbelievable, she was so powerful and feminine...just like I wanted to be someday. Unable to take my eyes off her curves, I gazed up the long length of her classically beautiful form, my eyes following the bubble of her ass as it curved into her waist, only to flare out again with those big, fat breasts. Why couldn't I look away? My breath caught in my throat as I shifted my young, curious pussy under me.
Jacqui splashing me from the water brought me back from my reverie. Shit, I hadn't even noticed she'd jumped in. Completely unaware that I was drunk on her body, Jacqui's mom sipped her cosmo and covered up her body with a towel, much to my dismay. Suddenly, she looked up at me from her chair.
Shit.
I waved playfully. Did she just feel me getting wet over her ass? Her ample, deep cleavage threatened to distract me, but I managed to maintain eye contact. She waved back.
"Hi, Hailey baby," she called, in her soft deep voice. I loved when she called me that. My pussy was doing things it hadn't done before, a strong desire overwhelmed me that was too consuming to actively deny. The way Jacqui described the way her pussy throbbed for her boyfriend entered my mind. I was feeling the same thing, I thought, for our Mommy...I blushed at the thought, but my nipples started to ache under my bra. My D cups were heavy on my small frame, giving me back pain sometimes. She used to rub my shoulders and back, her strong hands working out the pain. Suddenly, I imagined my big breasts in Mom's hands, her thumbs flicking over my nipples as she held their weight...
She smiled at me, and held up a bowl of sorbet, which she knew I preferred to ice cream. At that point, thought, it could have been anything, and I would have been hungry for it...as long as she was holding it.
