Sophie was a shy, retiring girl of 18. She was, in looks, as perfect a specimen of the female form as could ever believed possible. She stood at 5'8", with 34B breasts and had shortish blonde hair with she kept cut fairly short as it annoyed her when it got in her ears. Because of this she had often been bullied by some of the more homophobic girls at her school. Naturally this kind of intimidation caused her to question her own sexuality. Did she like girls? She had always admired pretty girls for their looks and the more mature ones for their boobs, she had even kissed a girl at a New Year's party that year. But she didn't know if that made her a lesbian; this annoyed and frustrated her. Because of her short hair and lack of "popularity", as her enemies put it, she had never been in many relationships at high school. But now that she had left the arseholes and childish name calling behind and started at college she at last had the opportunity to improve that aspect of her life. The internal struggle she felt towards her sexuality would be solved on a summers day shortly after her arrival at college...
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It was stifling in the car as Sophie's mother drove her back from a music festival that had been rained off. Thunderstorms and torrential rain had caused the stage to sink about 7" into the mud and people to slip and fall on each other. Finally, after an amp short circuited, everyone muddied and bruised left in droves and started home. Sophie's mum had dropped everything to come and collect her only child from a failed marriage, and make sure she got home safe. But now they were in the car and had a long journey back home to look forward to they could offload their worries onto each other and enjoy each others company, as they always did.
Sophie's father had left when she was only an infant and her mother, Barbara, had been left to care for her and keep a roof over their heads at the same time. Despite all the hardship, the 45 year old was still a lovely person and was very proud that her only child had turned out so nicely. Barbara was in great shape for a woman of her age. She had, in her youth, maintained the classic coke bottle/hourglass shape of her curves and age had taken little of this away from her. She was 5'8", just like her daughter, but had larger breasts at 38CC. Her brown hair showed no signs of greys and was, secretly, ashamed and surprised, that she had not found anyone to replace Sophie's no good father. Sophie loved her mother twice as much due to her lack of both parents. She had grown up envying her mother in almost every way and with a deep desire to emulate her as much as she could. Unknown to Sophie her mother was secretly a lesbian. Barbara had known this ever since her ex-husband had walked out on her and her daughter. She swore off men for good after that, even when her friends tried to set her up with people she knew. She just got no pleasure out of boys chasing her around anymore and so began to pursue other interests that had lain dormant at the back of her mind for a long time. She had had sex with a woman three times, and knew after the first orgasm that women were the only lovers for her.
Sophie was the first to break the silence in the stuffy car.
"Mum, did you have a nice day?" she asked, wanting to start with a polite question.
"Yes dear, I went shopping with Jo this morning, thanks for asking!" she paused before adding "Do you want something?" with a small smile.
"No, just asking! What did you buy?"
"Oh... umm, well.." She stammered, not really wanting to reveal the truth.
"Oh come on Mum!" said Sophie indignantly "You know you can tell me anything you want! I promise I won't laugh!" Sophie silently admitted that she was curious as to what was causing this strange reaction to a perfectly straightforward, innocent question.
"All right" her mother said "Jo and I went underwear shopping! Happy?" Sophie confessed herself disappointed but was still taken aback by what her mother said next. "And it wasn't what I usually get... it was, you know....sexy" Barbara did not look at her 18 year old daughter for fear of the reaction her face would show.
"Well that wasn't so hard was it?" teased Sophie. " How sexy is it, the stuff you bought?" Barbara chanced a look across at Sophie and was pleased to see she was smiling. This ice breaker signalled the end of the palpable tension in the car and her mother, relieved by her daughter's reaction, discussed with ease her purchases and the conversation over the next few hours trailed more away from Barbara and towards Sophie. As the sun was dipping in the sky, the conversation moved to boys.
"So did any cute guys go to the festival with you?" asked Barbara impishly. Sophie's answer was honest and immediate.
"No, it was a girls only thing". But her mother was quick to keep this conversation going.
"So, go on then, what's your type of man?" There was a real mischievous tone to her voice and she weighed every word while she spoke, taking subtle delight in the depths that she was plumbing her daughter's soul. "Go on, you can tell your mum" she continued. Sophie was chewing her bottom lip wondering how best to phrase her answer. She decided to tell the truth.
"Well, mum please don't hate me but I'm kinda off guys at the moment" Sophie Blurted out nervously. Her mother's response was kind but confused.
"What do you mean "off" them?" she asked.
"I mean that... well, I'm thinking about girls..." Barbara felt a mixture of surprise and strange satisfaction. "Mum" Sophie continued " I think I might be bisexual, maybe even lesbian..." Sophie spoke in an ashamed tone, as though afraid her mum might pull over and make her walk the rest of the way. Sophie was feeling very embarrassed and felt the heat rising in her face and neck.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to be ashamed" she said kindly, taking one arm from the wheel and taking her daughters hand. "You've confided in me, so I'm going to confide in you". She took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm a lesbian".
Sophie was shocked. She couldn't believe that she hadn't seen it! There had been subtle signs over the years and she never read into them. She merely thought that the dozens of lingerie catalogues in her mother's room, and an internet history on their shared computer of lesbian news sites were innocent little things that couldn't possibly mean anything.
"Really, have you ever been with another girl?" Sophie's voice was steady and inquiring, so her mother answered in a profession and mature manner.
"Yes sweetheart I have, and before you ask I'll save you the embarrassment, it was wonderful"
This sudden release of emotion and truth was making Sophie tremble. Unbidden images of her mother licking pussy came swimming to the forefront of her mind. She could clearly see images of her mother kissing women and sucking on and licking the clits of younger girls. Girls her age. Her. "NO" she told herself " don't think about those things! It's wrong!"
