So Forbidden, But Oh So Good

Helen Spur lay on her sunbed reading a book. Next to her stood a table with a glass of Ice-Tea and a plate with cookies. She picked one up and bit into it. Some crumbs fell on her chest and she brushed them off. When she had finished the cookie she drank from the glass and then closed her eyes.

The day was warm and not too hot. Her husband was out of town and she was alone in the house because her step-daughter and a friend of hers had gone to the mall. Helen loved the peace and quiet time she had alone. It didn’t happen often and with a job as a kindergarten teacher, her days were full of screams and noises.

She began to drift off when she heard the entrance door open and loud voices followed by laughter. Helen sighed, her daughter was home.

Two seconds later she heard her voice, “Mom, I am back. Amy is with me, can she stay for lunch?”

“Sure!”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Helen stayed where she was for a few minutes and then got up. She took the empty plate and the half-drunk glass and walked into the kitchen. So much for a few hours rest, she thought while washing the glass and plate.

She opened the fridge and looked inside. After a quick inventory, she decided it would be easier to call for pizzas, which she did. While she waited, Helen walked around the house picking up things she found in the wrong place; a shoe by the sofa, a sweater on the rail to the second floor, a magazine in the bathroom.

When the doorbell rang she opened and paid the delivery man and then called for the girls to come down.

“Yummy, pizza,” said Candy when she walked into the kitchen.

“Thank you for inviting me,” said Amy and sat down.

Helen put the two boxes on the table and opened them. Then she stood back and watched the two teenagers eat. They were so different in appearance. While Amy was a thin brunette with doe like eyes and still looked like a kid, Candy had grown into a woman during the last year. At eighteen she had a curvy figure with a narrow waist and round hips. Her face was beautiful with deep blue eyes and naturally, pink full lips. Her hair was a cascade of blonde wavy hair that reached the small of her back. Helen knew she was quite the heartbreaker at school due to the many phone calls she received from shy young men asking to talk to her step-daughter.

As far as she knew, Candy wasn’t dating anyone at the moment. Amy was single as well, which made Helen happy. She worried about the two girls and the world they grew up in. Today’s young men had access to the internet and learned all kinds of strange things from it. When Helen had been a teenager in the mid-eighties there were no such things. She thought that the guys back then read Playboy or similar dirty magazines.

Her husband, John, she had met at a conference a few years back and they had fallen in love. Helen was also a divorcee but had no children. She and Candy got along well from the start, and she believed it was because her mother had been an alcoholic and often wasn’t around the house. The young girl needed a woman in her life, to guide and nurture her.

When Amy and Candy had finished they went upstairs again and Helen went to the living room where she turned on the TV. She realized she was still in her bikini and felt a bit stupid. Quickly, she went upstairs and into the master bedroom where she turned on the shower in the bathroom and got undressed.

She was proud of her body. At forty-six she had smooth skin and gravity hadn’t taken control of her ass and tits yet. They were still firm and she smiled as she caressed her C-cups and gently massaged them. She quickly stopped when she felt the first signs of becoming horny came over her. God, did she miss John, he was a fantastic lover with a nice sized cock and a stamina that would make guys half his age ashamed.

When she had dried herself she dressed in a pair of shorts, and a T-shirt she went back downstairs. It was only five in the afternoon and the sun was still shining in through the French windows. She decided to have a glass of wine while she watched TV.

When the glass was finished she went to have another and while pouring it she realized that the house was quiet. After putting the bottle back in the fridge she stood still in the kitchen and listened. There were no sounds, no music, no laughter, no shouting. It was very strange.

Helen left the glass on the coffee table by the sofa and walked up the stairs and down the hall to Candy’s room. The door was closed and she put her ear to it. She thought she heard something, but wasn’t sure what it was. With her hand on the handle, she was a second from opening it when she heard a long moan coming from inside. She let go of the handle and put her ear once again against the door.

This time, she could clearly hear moaning and something that sounded like kisses. She stood completely still and didn’t know what to do. Had the girls managed to sneak in a guy? It was a possibility. There was a long ladder hanging on one of the walls outside and it could easy reach the window to Candy’s room. The thought of her step-daughter going behind her back upset her.

She carefully tried the handle and the door opened an inch. The sounds were clearer and also that special sound of people moving on sheets. She decided to take a quick look before she confronted the people inside.

When she peered around the door she put her hand to her mouth to avoid a loud gasp. On the bed were Amy and Candy, both were naked and they lay facing each other. Amy had her hand on Candy’s long thigh and her friend was cupping her boob in her hand. They were kissing deeply, completely unaware of Helen watching them.

She tried to move away but the shock kept hers standing there. While she watched, Candy began to move down and Amy moved onto her back and spread her legs. When Candy’s lips touch her cunt Amy let go of a long moan and squirmed a little.

Helen gently closed the door and quickly walked downstairs and drank the entire glass of wine in one go, and then filled another.

Was Candy a lesbian? How had she missed that? There was never any inkling in her step-daughter’s life that would make Helen suspect such a thing. She had had boyfriends over the years, and she liked talking about guys with Amy. Helen had heard them giggle and talking about some of the boys in school.

Did John know, and if so, why hadn’t he told her? She might be Candy’s step-mother, but still, they lived under the same roof. She felt a bit betrayed by Candy. Apparently, she didn’t have the trust of the young woman for her to talk to Helen about her feelings, and it hurt her.

She had another glass of wine and drank it slower than the previous. She was about to go up and confront the two girls when she heard Candy’s door open and the sound of the two girls walking down the stairs.

Amy’s face was a bit flushed, and Candy’s hair in a mess. She gave Helen a quick smile and then Candy walked her to the door. When it closed Helen called, “Candy, do you mind coming here for a moment?”

When she came into the kitchen Helen indicated for her to sit down at the table, while she stayed leaning against the sink with the glass in her hand.

“What?” said Candy.

“Is there something you want to tell me, maybe about you and Amy?”

Candy’s face reddened and she looked down at her fingers. “No,” she said in a small voice.

Helen sat down opposite her and took her hands in hers. “It’s OK, honey. You can tell me. I won’t judge you.”

A tear ran down Candy’s cheek and she quickly wiped it away. She must be heartbroken, thought Helen, poor thing.

“You know, we all do things when we are young, and it’s OK. I just thought you would tell me. I’m not upset,” Helen said in a soft voice.

Candy looked up at her. “I’m sorry, it was only one time and it was a month ago. I promise “I won’t do it again. Dad promised not to tell you.”

Helen was completely confused. Had John caught her and Amy in bed? That was outrageous. “Candy, what exactly did your father see?”

“We were hiding behind the house, and he saw us.”

“Doing what?”

“Smoking a joint.”

“What?”

“It was only that one time, I promise.”

Helen cleared her throat. She had to confront Candy about what she had just seen, but now that she knew she was also smoking drugs made things a bit more complicated.

“Honey, I was upstairs before and I was going to ask you guys if you wanted to have something to drink. But when I opened the door I saw you and Amy, doing, you know, what you did.”

“Mom! How could you?”

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea you liked girls.”

Candy giggled, “You got it wrong, I don’t like girls, and neither does Amy. We just like sex, and since most guys are assholes, we have it with each other.