mummy whore part 1

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Mummy Whore

Chapter one

My life was to change dramatically when I agreed to house sit for my
mother whilst she took a weeks holiday. My name is Julie and I am 19 and
could be considered to be attractive, I have shoulder length brown hair
with a straight fringe. I am slim with average sized breasts and love to
dress to make the best of my body. My mother on the other hand is Margaret
though she prefers to be called Maggie.

Looking back now I suppose that she could be described as a milf a new
word I have discovered along my journey, or should I say our journey. She
too has brown shoulder length hair and is a little plumper and shorter than
myself but at the start of this story she is divorced from my father 46 and
dresses rather dull and conservatively.

I turned up at her house letting myself in, I put my bag in her bedroom
and went to make a cup of tea. While the kettle was boiling I took a look
in the fridge and freezer which I found were empty. “Great” I thought no
food in the place. My temper was not helped when I had made my tea and sat
at the breakfast bar where I found a note asking me to do her ironing. When
I had finished my tea I went into the laundry room and saw a pile of
ironing that had to be at least three feet high.

I went ballistic how dare she make me do her ironing, and not even leave me
any food when I was there house sitting for her as a favour. However I did
do the ironing resenting every moment of it. I was then hungry and so
braved her local supermarket which was teaming with people. I hate food
shopping at the best of time, but this shop had to be staffed by the
slowest staff anywhere. And my mood was again not helped by finding a dent
in the door of my car. A dent I wouldn’t have got if the stupid
bitch I called my mother had left me with something to eat.

By the time I got back to her place I was a powder keg of anger. I ate an
uninspiring microwave meal and poured myself a large vodka. I thought I
would check my facebook page so sat at her computer. After I had checked
and chatted with a few friends, I became bored and not noticing how much
vodka I had drunk whilst chatting I decided to have a look at what mother
had on her computer. I admit I was drunk and still angry or I would never
had been so nosey.

Much of it was normal stuff people kept on their pc, family pics etc. But
hidden inside a folder was another folder labelled “my stuff” when I
clicked on this I opened a Pandoras box of my mothers inner most thoughts
and desires.

Never would I have thought she would be so kinky behind that conservative
facade. Nor would I have believed that I could be so engrossed and turned
on by the thought of my mother reading and looking at what she had in this
folder.

Every perversity I could think of along with a few more I had never knew,
existed here. But they all had a theme of lesbianism. “Hmmm I wonder if mom
is a dyke then” I thought in my uneducated way. It had struck me that mom
had not dated since her divorce so was this the reason why? I couldn’t
really see my mother as a lesbian and had never seen her close with anyone
recently, she just seemed to potter on working part time in a local shop
and staying at home.

Most of the files were stories she had saved plus some videos. I didn’t
look at them to closely at that time knowing that I had plenty of time to
study those at my leisure. However I decided that if I was to find out if
my mother was a practising lesbian I would need to hack into her emails.

I quickly found her email address on one of the stories I had found, as
someone had emailed it to her. I found the login page and would only have
to find the password now. I looked around the computer for any pieces of
paper, but found none. In an inspired guess I tried my name with no luck
but when I entered my name with my year of birth I was ecstatic. There were
loads of emails which all appeared to be from women. I soon found from
reading through them that she was sharing fantasies with these ladies. One
of the most recent ones caught my eye when I looked through her sent mails.

” Dear Mary. Thank you for your message and our last chat which I found
most exciting and erotic. Your so lucky to have found a woman to hold and
to love and I lie in bed wishing that I had the nerve to take a chance and
go out and find that special woman. For now everything I want from life is
but a dream. And you must get tired of me saying how much I want to try
sapphic love but make no in roads to fulfilling what I feel is my destiny
in life. I beat myself up every time I see a beautful lady in the street or
my neighbour who I think maybe a lesbian, or my own daughter. The things I
desire so much but cant’t bring myself to try and get closer to in an
intimate way. I sometimes think I am going mad, some of the fantasies I
have get so extreme, I have no one to talk to about this apart from your
good self and a few others here in cyber space. I really value that believe
me, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart, if it wasn’t for you I
think I may have gone mad or killed myself by now. I know that sounds
dramatic but my needs not being met has made me feel so down and
depressed. It is only when I read your kind words that I do not lose hope
that I will find that special one. All my love as always Maggie xxxx”

I must admit I cried when I read that the first time, to know mom was that
unhappy and lonely. It was only on the second reading that I picked up that
she desired both her neighbour an older woman who I always called Miss
Jones, and myself. I was shocked turned on and disgusted within a few
minutes. Miss Jones I could just about understand, though she was nearly 60
years old she was in great shape and dressed very classy, but always in
things that made the best of her body. Yes she had a few lines on her
perfectly made up face, but yes she was a nice looking lady. But for my
mother to desire me too, that was just to much to take in.

I decided to go to bed, so I printed off one of moms stories by random
stapled it together and along with the last of my bottle of vodka went up
to moms room. Pulling back the duvet I found the bed had not been remade
with clean bedding as moms nightie was lying there. To tired to find my
nightie I just stripped off and lay on the bed. I poured a last vodka and
began to read the story.

As it happened it was a lesbian story of an older woman dominating a woman
of my mothers age. Was this where Miss Jones had come into my moms mind? I
wondered. The older woman had found the lady in a compromising position of
bondage and had taken photographs and blackmailed her into becoming her
slave. All sorts of punishment and humiliation followed in the story and I
found myself rubbing my pussy at at times sniffing moms scent from her
nightie. Once I had finished the story and drank my vodka and brushed my
teeth I found it getting colder in the bedroom. I slipped moms long satin
nightie over my head and settled for sleep.

I found I couldn’t sleep I was tossing and turning all night, the
thought that mother desired me in a sexual way was so exciting, as were
some of the other things that I had found on her computer. I could smell
mom on the bedding and the nightie and dreamed that I was making love with
my mother and found that I was rubbing my pussy through the nightie. I was
gripped by a sudden realisation that I was rubbing my pussy thinking of my
mother with the same piece of fabric that my mother rubbed her pussy
thinking of me. I came hard sweating and immediately felt ashamed of
myself. I showered which helped me feel more sober and returned to bed
sleeping with more erotic thoughts going through my head.

I woke the next morning feeling horny, my vodka hangover adding to the
sexy dreams I had had during the night. As a naughty idea came into my
head, I looked in mothers laundry basket and put on a set of her dirty
underwear and one of her tshirts as well as one of my short skirts.

You must understand as you read this that I was not adverse to a bit of
girl on girl fun, I had played around a little at sixth form college with
both students and even one of the lecturers. I was positive at that point
that mom knew nothing of my sapphic adventures, so why had she begun to
think of me in a sexual way?

I fixed myself some breakfast and put on a pot of coffee as I felt that I
would be sat infront of moms computer for some time. I began by looking at
some of the videos she had been watching but found no common thread it
appeared from them that she was interested in most forms of lesbian sex.

The stories she had been reading though did suggest that along with incest
of which there was a high percentage, she also liked to read stories with a
theme of domination or humiliation. There were other stories there too
which were quite extreme, but I will come back to those later. So if my
deductions were correct my mother was a lesbian submissive slave wannabe.

I discovered how wet the stories were making me when I got up to get
another coffee. As I walked back I saw Miss Jones, my mothers neighbour
come out of her house to head for the shops. She looked elegant as ever,
her feet in three inch black heels and wearing a tight pencil skirt. In her
leather gloved hand she held a long cigarette which she brought up to her
perfectly bright red lipsticked mouth. She saw me through the window and
gave me a wave which I returned. “Mmmmm” I thought “I can see what
mom sees in her”.

I sat back down at the computer giving Miss Jones no more thought for the
time being. I decided to look more closely at moms emails Printing out all
her incoming mails as well as the ones she sent. It took a while but soon I
had them all in order of time and date. I soon discovered that these women
mom was chatting to, she had met in various lesbian chat rooms.

The early mails were much the same just basic hello how are you I am such
and such. After a while there was left a core of three women mom talked to
the most. I sorted these out and concentrated on them. The first lady I
chose was referred to all the way through as Mistress S, this was obviously
the one mom was sharing her submissive side with.

Mom discussed how she had always had a repressed submissive side and had
always fantasized about giving up all control to another, but throughout
her marriage had never had the chance. But now she was free and getting
older she felt the need to explore these feelings for real. They discussed
various punishments, and scenarios for roleplays, the dreams mom had and
how she could find her own mistress. Some of humiliating things mom wanted
to explore were pretty way out, and in my mind at that time pretty gross.

The next lady whose emails to mom I began to read was also a mother. With
this woman mother was sharing incest fantasies. This really made me feel
uncomfortable. Reading how my mother was looking at me as a sexual fantasy
was quite unnerving. Of course at the time I had never thought of mom in
that way. The idea was so alien. They discussed how they desired their
daughters and how they could make things happen, though of all the ideas I
couldn’t remember mom trying them out on me.

The last lady that I began to read was obviously the one mom talked to the
most by the ammount of pages of emails I had in my hand. They also talked
of dominance and submission as well as incest. They appeared to be on the
same wave length but where as it appeared mom had not yet had any
experience this other lady had plenty.

This other lady who called herself “Mary” was active as she called it with
her daughter and she also had a mistress. Mary looked like she was really
encouraging mom to live out her fantasies. One set of words jumped out at
me when I read “thank you for the pics you sent me of your daughter, I can
see why you want to get close to your Julie”. Mom had obviously sent this
woman pictures of me but what bloody pics? I logged back into moms computer
and searched for that email.

The photos mother had taken of me looked like they had been taken with her
mobile phone. I can remember the night they were taken as we had gone out
for a meal and a drink at an up market wine bar. That night I had been
wearing a nice leather dress, a dress as I remembered now, mother had
treated me to on one of our many shopping trips. I shuddered now to think
that mother had bought me this dress and other things with an ulterior
motive. And the thought that she knew about the contents of my panty drawer
and probably lay in bed dreaming of me in them.

I stood up away from the computer disturbed by the revelations I had been
reading. As I poured out some more coffee I heard a sound from the
computer. I stood infront of it for a second before I realised that as I
had been reading that email, the messenger system was open, and mother had
an instant message from Mary, the woman she had sent the pictures of me
to. I was frozen what should I do as if an unknown hand was pushing me
forward, I sat down and clicked on the message.

Mary “Hello Maggie hows things thought you were going away?”
I stood mesmerized, but again as if my actions were not my own, my hands
moved to the keyboard.
Maggie “Hello Mary how are you?”
Mary “I am fine how are you?”
Maggie “Good thanks”
I knew nothing of talking to this woman and was at a loss to what I should
be saying.
Maggie “What are you up to?”
Mary “Not a lot hun, just reading a few stories and seeing who is online”
Maggie”Great same here”
Mary “I take it you have not seduced that gorgeous daughter of yours yet?”
Maggie “Can I tell you a secret Mary”
Mary “Of course, please do tell”
Maggie “Iam not Maggie this is her daughter Julie, mom is still on her hols, and I have found her dirty secrets”

I filled Mary in on what had happened for me to find the files and moms
emails, she asked me how I felt about it and what I was going to do next. I
told her I just didn’t know at that point. Mary began to tell me about
herself and her daughter it began to sound so erotic, and Mary made it
sound so loving, sexy,illicit and and taboo. She invited me to switch on
the webcam as we talked and I was soon looking at an attractive lady in her
mid 40`s.

Seeing Mary on cam reassured me that although what we were talking about
could be seen as perverted, the people taking part were just normal
everyday people. It made me feel that if I decided to go down this route
that I wouldn’t suddenly grow horns. We chatted for quite a while and I
told her about my experiences with other women and she told me some of her
exploits with her daughter and others.

I began to get horny touching myself as I typed, Mary did the same. My
pussy started to get wet as Mary took off her top, exposing her breasts to
me. I was getting so horny and needed some relief. I kicked myself for not
bringing my bag of toys with me not thinking I started to rub my breasts
through my tshirt as I talked to Mary. I had forgotten to close the
curtains and looked up to see Miss Jones waving to me on her way back from
the shops and on her lips I could see a smile. I managed to wave back
feeling so embarrased that I had been caught.

Mary asked me what was happening and I explained about Miss Jones walking
past. She asked if it was the neighbour that mother was interested in and I
replied that it was, she then asked me if I found Miss Jones attractive. I
told her that in a strange way I did that Miss Jones is always well dressed
and was quite elegant. As we talked about the woman who was just through
the wall from me my arousal increased as I thought of Miss Jones in a
sexual way. For the first time I was picturing what Miss Jones would look
like naked and then I could see Myself making love with this older woman.

I excused myself from my chat with Mary and decided to go an visit Miss
Jones, my heart was pounding.