Accidental Lovers – Part 3

ACCIDENTAL LOVERS
PART THREE

THE HOMECUMMING
CHAPTER 1

Sue Roberts had only her family. Her two children meant more to her than anyone could
fathom. Raising them alone was hard and not the life she had expected. She had grown up in the prototypical Midwest family. Her mother stayed home and her father worked long hours to see that they were comfortable. She had gone to school, raised rabbits for the 4H club and spent every Thursday afternoon with the Girl Scouts in the hall at the Lutheran Church.

She had played dolls with her best friend and the two had secrets that they had promised
to never share – cross their hearts and hope to die. Some of the secrets were laughably
funny now, like the time they had gone shopping without wearing their bras. It wasn’t
like either needed a bra with their A-cup breasts just starting to grow. But some secrets
she still held to herself; secrets of exploration and discovery done behind locked doors
and under sheets.

Sue had not even told her husband of those. She felt guilty even today for holding those
back from him. He had been her everything and it pained her deeply to recall his
suffering as his strength drained away from the radiation and drugs used to keep him
alive. But in the end it hadn’t mattered as the cancer took him away, leaving her alone to
raise her two children.

Now they were all that mattered and she had vowed to protect them and raise them with
love. A devoted mother, Sue seldom dated and her sex life consisted of her fingers and a
toy tucked away in the back reaches of her bedside table.

On the nights when her yearnings became strong, she would usually pleasure herself
while recalling her husband’s touch and warmth. But sometimes those old secrets would
bubble up and she would find herself back in her childhood bed, a young teenager
discovering feelings and desires with the help of her high school love.

That her love had been her best friend, classmate and a fellow girl scout meant that it had never been out in the open mattered not. Even today, two decades later she could still
recall that first kiss. Her friend had been talking endlessly about the boys she dreamt
about but never acquired. Sue had finally reached over and kissed her just to shut her up.
It had been spontaneous and had caught both unaware.

That kiss had lead to another and then to a make-out session that had found both naked
and panting at the end, faces slick with each other’s pussy juice.

Even these many years later Sue could still recall the sweetness of the taste and how
much each had enjoyed those special times. That had been her only foray into Lesbian
love, but it had stayed with her as the secret she never told.

Now during those nights of self-pleasure, she often found herself fantasizing and reliving
the experiences. Perhaps it was due to the restrictions being so similar. As a teen she had always stayed quiet so as not to let her family hear, now she likewise had to stay silent due to the children. That was so unlike the wild abandon that she had experienced with her husband.

Now she had to bite her lip as she pinched a nipple or caressed her clit. The touches sent
visions and feelings of her young love. She could feel her lover’s touch; her girlfriends
tongue sliding between her folds and licking her. Her own taste on her fingers brought
back memories of her own moments with her face buried deep between her love’s thighs.
Of licking and slurping in her friends nectar. Feeling a nipple grow hard against her lips
or the muskiness as she pushed past the tight sphincter – the last act so intimate and
depraved that she had not even done it with her husband.

But now those memories flooded back and drove her passion and lust. She found herself
desiring to re-experience that time and yet afraid to venture there. If only she knew where her old friend had gone so many years ago.

But now she was a widow raising two teenagers and trying to maintain their home on a
secretary’s salary. She was dreading the bills that would soon show in her mailbox.
Where she would find the money to pay the doctors and hospital for her son’s accident
eluded her.

But he was safe and recovering from being hit by a car on his way to school. Both arms
and one leg were still in casts. She had cared for him after he was released but had to
return to work. That had left her with few choices but to keep his sister home from school
too in order to care for him. Sue had worried that she was asking too much of her
daughter; was it fair to ask her to be a nursemaid to her older brother? If it was
embarrassing for her to wash her son or help him go to the bathroom, how much worse
was it for daughter?

Then there was Tommy to consider, he was a normal 17-year-old boy with all the desires
that young boys possessed. It had been quite apparent to her that he was embarrassed and
frustrated by his own situation. No boy that age wants his mother to see him naked, much
less to have her hold or wash his penis. More than once he had involuntarily grown hard
as she cared for him. Both had tried to ignore the situation but it was difficult, as he had grown into a young man who so resembled her late husband. She had tried to ignore the
feelings he aroused in her but it had been difficult.

She had felt him hardening in her hand, growing ever more rigid. The touch had
rekindled long suppressed feelings. Feeling his rhythmic heartbeat as blood coursed
through his cock, seeing it grow harder as it reached it’s full six inches, nearly the size of his father’s. It had been all she could do not to stroke it or take it in her mouth when she saw precum oozing from its tip.

At night in her own bedroom, guilt racked her as she recalled that it was Tommy’s cock
that fueled her fantasies. It was images of his cock she saw while caressing her engorged
clit. Thoughts of it sliding deep inside her while her fingers played the role. Try as she
could it was Tommy’s face she saw, not her late husbands as she climaxed. Those images
had both satisfied her and disgusted her at the same time.

And then knowing that she had not been able to really help her son release his own pent-
up desire. Feeling guilty that she had left him hard and unable to care for his own need,
but to do so would have taken both to places that she was not ready to go to.

Sue had tried to explain some of these things to her daughter, but she really didn’t think
Lori fully understood. how could she expect the youngster to understand? Now she
could only hope that both had adapted. She knew that eventually she would be answering
questions from Lori and had been sure to let the girl know she was there for her. But so
far the girl had not opened up.

It had been a lifesaver when the school district had agreed to let a homebound teacher
work with both children. It should allow both to remain with their classes and not fall a
year behind. The free service also meant an adult would be in the house a few hours
every few days.

Sue had not yet met the teacher but they had exchanged notes and everything seemed to
be going well. Mrs. Cooper notes assured her that both children were doing just fine and
maybe even moving along faster than their classmates.