Disobeying Mothers Rules

When my mother discovered I was bisexual she objected, and told me to stop, yet her friends didn't mind at all.

I was aware that my sexuality was being shared amongst my circle of girlfriends. Those whom I chose not to seduce, didn't believe the rumors. In essence, I was living a double life.

I was just eighteen and still living at home with my parents. My mother suspected I was bisexual after she discovered my journal I had hidden in my bedroom. Being so conservative, she seemed very upset about my chosen lifestyle. That was a very uncomfortable conversation.

'Do you have sex with other girls?' she asked.

I paused, almost afraid to speak. Her body language and stern voice were undeniable. I didn't utter a word. A few weeks had passed since our tense discussion. I thought she'd put it to rest, but I was wrong.

I attempted to call a girlfriend Kelly about having another sleepover when her mother intervened. I suspected my mother notified her about our intimate affair by reading my journal. I became angry. Fearing that my secret was out, I didn't contact any of my girlfriends I was sleeping with.

About a month later, I ran into Mrs. Bennett, Andreas mother, 'Hello Carrie,' she said with a blushing smile upon her face. 'Hello Mrs. Bennett,' I replied, fearing that she had been notified as well. I noticed that her eyes were stealing glances at my body. Her flushed face intrigued me as I trembled in my shoes. She seemed very happy to see me. After walking away, I was convinced that she was aware of Andrea and I as well. 'She was checking me out,' I said to myself. I was confused.

A few days later while standing in line at a fast-food restaurant, an acquaintance of my mothers gave me a friendly wave as she sat at her table, her lingering stare was puzzling.

Just a few days later, Andrea invited me over for a sleepover. I hesitated before accepting her offer, then I agreed to attend. I was aching for a feminine touch. During my visit to their home, Andreas mother was so gracious. She had a certain glow in her eyes. She joined us in a game of cards for several rounds. They had such a playful relationship, something I envied indeed.

We pretended to appear tired and drifted into Andreas bedroom. We didn't waste any time in stripping down. We laid side by side deep kissing for what seemed like hours. We slid into a sixty-nine and shredded each others pussies. She was a 'juicer.' Andrea would get so wet it would trickle down my face.

Andrea and I had sex until four in the morning that evening. I gazed at her bedroom doorway in utter disbelief. I couldn't believe her mother was allowing us to engage in lesbian sex, and under her roof. It was like she was enabling us without mentioning to my mother what was happening behind Andreas bedroom door. Her radiant smile the following morning sent a shiver up my spine.

Soon thereafter, I was being approached by mature women my mothers age. I was startled by how direct they were in their pursuit. It became clear that my mothers effort to shut it down simply backfired. I felt like every woman who smiled at me was also aware of my appetite for females. I began to find their attention appealing, somewhat arousing. I had never been with a mature woman before and my desire to entertain them was growing day by day.

Since I knew Andreas mother was aware, I chose to test her limitations. I began masturbating to images of older woman as I lay in bed at night. The desire to engage with girls my age began to feel rather sophomore.

One afternoon I visited Andreas house when I knew she wasn't there. Her mother invited me in. I purposely wore some shorts that would stir ones imagination indeed. I was displaying a ton of leg, yet her mothers voice was calm and steady. She did her best to maintain eye contact but failed continuously.

'Your mother is concerned about your lifestyle,' she said at some point in our conversation.
'Did she call you too?' I asked. She shook her head, 'yes.'

Much to my surprise, some of those whom she contacted weren't alarmed but rather intrigued by the news of my sexuality.

'You watched us that night,' I said to her.

She just silently smiled in return. Andreas mother wasn't the only one who became interested.

Over the next few months, I slept with two married women while their husbands were at work, and many times. Their mature bodies excited me greatly. They taught me things I didn't know existed. Watching a friend of my mothers go down on me was very empowering, and in some way, rebellious.

Mrs. Tanner would walk me out to a shed next to the garage. It was full of ceramics with a kiln in the corner of the room. I would jump onto this high countertop. I'd press my knees against my chest and let her go to town on me. I must have visited her over fifty times. She had no interest in reciprocation, the woman was there to eat. She knew what she was doing. A typical romp with her would last thirty minutes. She did my mothers hair at the salon.

Mrs. Tanenbaum was my mothers real-estate friend. She and I would meet at a vacant home that was on the market. She would lay a blanket down on the floor and ravish me. A sixty-nine was required, her body was delicious. I would get lost between her full thighs. She had a thing for my ass too, omg. I would arch my back and plant that baby right in her face. She would spend a whole day back there if I let her.

I snuck over to visit Andreas mother as well. There was a lot of kissing and petting. Andreas mother was really hot, big blue eyes and a chest that grabbed your attention. Making out with her felt like an older version of her daughter indeed. She was a fantastic kisser. In time I was sucking those breasts, yet she wouldn't go any further, until I broke her. Wrapping my calves behind my neck drove that woman insane.
She was all over it then. A brief encounter on the basement stairs when time wasn't on our side, became commonplace.

Having permission, Andrea and I were part-time lovers for many years. I often wondered if she and Andrea had a secret as well, yet I wasn't able to confirm it.

My mothers effort to derail my prowess was unsuccessful, as a matter of fact it blossomed in the shadow of her disapproval. I'm certain my mother wasn't aware that I was having sex with older women, some of which she knew and well. I carried with me some of the tricks they taught me to college where the supply of curious females was plentiful. To this day I still partake in the lifestyle and bask in its rewards despite what my mother thinks. / Carrie