Teresa, Part 4

(continued from Part 3)

Towards the latter part of summer vacation, Teresa and I had gotten into the swing of our mutual touching. I had completely gotten over being shy and embarrassed, and Teresa was at a point where anytime we got together she expected us to play with each other. I expected her to want to play with each other. And the more we did this, the more I felt a bond with her.

All this time I had thought her mother didn't know what we had been up to. But I was wrong.

Teresa and her mother always had mother-to-daughter talks in the evening. Her mother would sit in her recliner, and Teresa would sit on the floor next to her, and her mother would brush her hair. They'd talk about what Teresa did that day, usually it was about school, but during the summer it would be about softball, or about me.

Teresa was always true to her mother, always honest. Her mother taught her to be that way just by virtue of her teaching Teresa never to be ashamed of anything. Nudism was probably what made her feel so comfortable talking about sexuality.

Anyways, Teresa told her mother about our mutual touching. Her mother didn't see it as bad, or as immoral, however. Her mother wanted Teresa to take charge of her own sexuality, and not be dependent on a man. She didn't necessarily want Teresa to be a lesbian, just didn't want her to believe that she needed to get married, and needed to raise children, and needed to rely on a man.

Teresa's mother was physically abused by her husband. She divorced him while Teresa was very young. She didn't want Teresa to subscribe to the accepted social behavior that a woman should submit to a husband. She wanted Teresa to be liberated, both intellectually and sexually.

I think that Teresa's mother felt that her daughter exploring sex with another girl was better than exploring it with boys. At least, it was safer, and more in line with what she wanted for Teresa psychologically.

But Teresa never showed much interest in boys, at least not our age. She seemed to find adult men sexy, at least she liked to look at them in her sports magazines. But she never expressed any interest in boys our age.

Up until this point, I thought her mother didn't know what we had been up to.

That all changed when Teresa and I were watching television at her house. We were seated on a couch, fully nude, with a blanket over us. Teresa's mother had been cleaning up in the kitchen after dinner. Under the blanket, Teresa would rub my clit, and I would rub hers. We'd smile and giggle a little while keeping an eye out for her mother in the kitchen.

Her mother had walked out of the kitchen, and then walked into the hallway towards her bedroom. Later on, I heard the bathtub faucet running, and knew she had drawn a bath.

Teresa was rubbing my clit, and I had reclined myself back into the couch, and rested my head up against Teresa's side. She was reaching over me, rubbing my clit with more determination. The blanket had fallen off of Teresa, and had fallen off of me partially, exposing my upper body.

I was fully into it with my eye closed.

Then Teresa stopped. I waited for a couple seconds, then opened my eyes. And then I heard a "Uh..." come from Teresa's mother who was standing where the hallway met the living room.

I pulled up the blanket, and turned over on to my side facing away from her mother. Her mother reminded Teresa of her bedtime, not to stay up too late.

I was completely embarrassed!

Later on, Teresa told me that her mom already knew about us touching each other. That had made me even more embarrassed, and for awhile I didn't want to go back to her house.

Teresa's mother said she didn't want Teresa doing this in public, and neither in front of her, but never said she didn't want her doing this at all. Teresa didn't seem to feel one bit embarrassed that her mother knew of this, she only seemed to think it was humorous.

But even though her mother expressed never to do this in public, that was still difficult for Teresa to resist.

(to be continued)