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  My Boyfriend’s Lesbian Mom

  Part 3: A Family Affair

  By Amanda Clover

  @amandasmut

  This book and all its contents are copyright 2018 by Amanda Clover. All rights are reserved and no portions may be reproduced unless for the use of brief quotations for review purposes.

  All characters appearing in this story are over the age of 18. This is a work of parody and any resemblance to real people or situations is coincidental.

  In Flagrante Delicto

  “So you two are a couple now? Does dad know? What did Luke say?” Olivia Temple, a few years my senior, asked the questions rapid fire as she came towards me. Though her angry blue eyes were staring at me, she was jabbing her finger at her mother. Olivia was supposed to be away at college, but had just caught me and her mother completely naked and having sex in the kitchen.

  “Calm down, Olivia,” warned Mrs. Temple, making no effort to cover her bare breasts. “Go up to your room and we will talk about it after Emily has had a chance to put some clothes on.”

  “Emily?” Olivia sneered with disgust. She feigned an unconvincing smile and said, “Hello, Emily, a pleasure to meet you.”

  I stared at her offered hand, trying to figure out how to shake it without uncovering either my breasts or my pussy.

  Mrs. Temple interrupted, “Upstairs, Olivia. We will talk about this in a few minutes.”

  “Fine,” snapped Olivia, throwing her hand up as if to shield herself from the sight of her naked mother. “But don’t think you can buy me off like that time with the TV installation girl. This is totally fucked up.”

  Olivia swept past us both with a flip of her pale blonde hair and loudly took the stairs two at a time as she departed for her bedroom.

  “TV installation girl?” I wondered aloud quietly.

  Mrs. Temple either did not hear my question or ignored it.

  “You should get dressed and go to school,” said Mrs. Temple. “I’ll call you a car.”

  “What about, um, Olivia?” My hands were shaking as I pulled on my clothes. The adrenaline was going crazy in my blood, making me feel like I had just chugged several cups of coffee. I was practically hyperventilating. It occurred to me, as I rolled my workout top over my pert breasts, that I had never been caught in a situation like this before meeting Mrs. Temple. I had never even cheated before.

  “Don’t worry about Olivia,” said Mrs. Temple, her tone soothing and her smile sweet and familiar. She pulled me into a comforting embrace and kissed my neck, cheek, and then my lips. Her kiss was warm and soft, her lips parted a bit, but her tongue only teasing mine. “She is being overly dramatic and making a scene to try to get something out of me. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

  “Al-alright,” I said. “I don’t want to cause trouble in your family.”

  “First of all, this is all on me, Emily,” said Mrs. Temple. “Secondly, you sweet young girl, this is not causing any trouble. I’ll smooth things over with Olivia and Luke will never get word of what happened here today, I promise.”

  “Maybe I should—“

  “No,” said Mrs. Temple firmly. She opened the refrigerator and fished out a cold bottle of water. She pressed it into my hands. She began gently pushing me towards the front door. “Go out and wait out front, please. The car will be around shortly, I’m sure. Don’t look sad. Nothing to be sad about. You and I and Olivia are all fine. Okay? We’ll talk soon, sweetie.”

  She pushed me out into the mid-morning heat and closed the door before I could say much of anything. I could practically hear the sigh of relief that Mrs. Temple breathed once she was on the other side of that closed door. I let out my own sigh of resignation and sat down on one of the decorative benches in the front. I was still buzzing with adrenaline and tired from the intense running I had been doing for most of the morning. I unscrewed the cap on the water and gulped the cold liquid.

  “What are you doing, Emily?” I wondered aloud to myself, brushing away a sweat bee.

  The wait for the Lyft was interminable. I stayed tense, as if Olivia might burst out through the front door and start screaming at me for ruining her parents’ marriage. When the car finally arrived, I was picturing Olivia chasing me around the Temples’ circular drive as she tried to stab me with a pair of scissors. I climbed into the back seat of the Camry and breathed a sigh of relief.

  “Hello, my name is Rajeet,” said the middle-aged Indian driver.

  “Peach Valley High School,” I said.

  “Already in the GPS,” said Rajeet. He eyed me in his rearview as he pulled out of the drive. “Are you okay, Miss Temple?”

  “Miss Temple?” I shook my head. Of course, Charlotte Temple had used her account to call the car. “Yeah, uh, everything is fine. I’m just late for school.”

  “I will get you there in a jiffy,” said Rajeet. “School is very important.”

  Needless to say, I did not relax during the drive. From the intensity of the pleasure I’d experienced with Mrs. Temple to the strange look in Olivia’s eyes when she caught me with her mother, it was all too surreal to absorb. My face flushed at the memories of Mrs. Temple’s fingers, her tongue, the taste of her, the smoothness of her thighs, and that look from Olivia. Smoldering. Hungry. I had seen a flicker of something more than outrage from Olivia. It had only lasted a moment before Olivia had concealed it, but that only made it all more disturbing.

  I checked my phone, hoping for a message from Mrs. Temple, but there was nothing.

  “Front entrance?” Rajeet asked.

  “Oh, um, no,” I said, leaning forward and realizing we had almost arrived at the school. “Pull around to the side lot. I don’t want a bunch of people seeing me show up late in my workout clothes.”

  “You are very pretty in these clothes,” said Rajeet with a smile. “Instagram goddess.”

  “Oh, um, thanks,” I said.

  Rajeet was cute for a middle-aged guy, but I wasn’t exactly shopping for dates with my Lyft driver. Thankfully, he did not push the issue. Still dressed in my workout clothes, I headed into the school. The wide hallway was empty and quiet, with the muffled sounds of conversations only audible as I passed the doors to classrooms. I passed Gretchen, a girl I knew from my Trigonometry class, and she gave me a curious smile.

  “Laundry day?” She asked, looking at me over her shoulder as she continued on.

  “Something like that,” I muttered, hurrying to my locker. I had a change of clothes stashed inside. Not my fashion A-game, but something that was a bit more decent than what I was wearing. I managed to duck into a bathroom, freshen up, and change into the old pair of jeans and my mom’s Radiohead t-shirt.

  The bell had just rung when I stepped out into the hall and I joined the throngs of students heading to their next classes. I had creative writing with Mr. Elderberry and then, mercifully, a study hall. I turned down the hall, heading towards Mr. Elderberry’s room, which went right past the smaller of two gyms at Peach Valley High.

  This was the domain of Mrs. Hadley, the girls’ volleyball coach. She was standing at the door to the equipment room, dressed in one of her trademark sweat suits, arms folded over her ample breasts. She was an all-around ample woman, with a short, intentionally unkempt blonde haircut and sharp brown eyes that regarded me with suspicion. I tried to look away before our eyes met, but I was too slow.

  As I passed, I knew Mrs. Hadley had detached from her perch at the doorway and was following me down the hall. All that I needed after my wild morning was being dragged over hot coals by Mrs. Hadley for when she caught me with Mrs. Temple in the shower room. I heard Mrs. Hadley start to speak, but before she could address me my bestie, Alicia, appeared from the crowd and glued herself to my hip.

 
“Sooo word is you showed up at school late,” said Alicia. “What happened? Car breakdown.”

  “Worse,” I said. “I went for a run and went way too far from school. Had to take a Lyft to get here at all.”

  “Ouch,” said Alicia, knowing that I was usually broke. “Do you need a ride home after cheer practice?”

  “I can take the bus if I have to,” I said, glancing back over my shoulder. Mrs. Hadley had evidently abandoned her approach when she saw Alicia join me in the hall. That raised other questions about Mrs. Hadley’s intention, but I did not have time to worry about it.

  Alicia followed me into Mr. Elderberry’s classroom and over to my desk on the side of the room. She had art class across the hall and liked to hang out with me until the bell rang and sent her running back across the hall.

  “How are you and Luke doing?” Alicia prodded.

  “It’s complicated,” I said with a sigh, the last of my adrenaline gone and replaced with a dull, full-body ache. “He thinks it’s great. I’m not so sure.”

  Alicia swept a lock of scarlet hair from her face and leaned forward, her plump breasts straining her blouse. Her eyes glittered as she looked at me over the rims of her glasses. I blushed and looked away from her piercing stare.

  “No,” she said. “That’s not good enough. What is up with you and Luke? Are you… did you meet somebody?”

  I could not keep from breaking out into a guilty smile. Alicia grabbed my bicep excitedly and said, “You are! You dirty slut! Who? How did you meet him?”

  “It’s… it’s not a him,” I whispered. “It’s a her.”

  “Oh.” Alicia’s eyes widened. “Oh my god. Wow. I always thought maybe, I mean, it was possible. But I didn’t—“

  “Shut up,” I said, smacking her arm. “I’m not a lesbian. I’m… I like guys. I just, well, I don’t know. I’m figuring it out still.”

  “Girl, we all are,” laughed Alicia. “All the time.”

  “Right,” I said, my face hot with embarrassment as I tried not to think about my best friend maybe having a crush on me. I sat down at my desk.

  “So tell me about her,” said Alicia, scooting her butt onto my desk.

  “Not now,” I whispered, glancing at the clock. “Class is about to start.”

  “Does she go to the school?” She asked. “You can at least tell me that much. Is she a student? A teacher? Oh my god, is it a teacher?”

  “No!” I said, a bit too loudly, earning glances from the students seated nearby. I repeated, more quietly, “No, she’s not a teacher and she doesn’t go to this school.”

  Alicia had all the information she needed to figure it out. She was one of the few people that had seen me disappear into the locker room after practice with Mrs. Temple. Of course, Mrs. Temple was known as Luke’s Mom to Alicia. Maybe the idea that I was involved with my boyfriend’s mom was too audacious for her to contemplate.

  “God, I have to know. Please, just tell me,” said Alicia.

  “Soon,” I promised. “You have to get to class.”

  “Right,” she said, sliding off my desk. “But I am going to get it out of you.”

  “You will,” I agreed.

  She started toward the door and turned back. “Are you going to Madison’s party tomorrow after the big game?”

  “You are?” I was shocked after the nasty dressing down Madison had given Alicia at cheerleading practice.

  “Uh, yeah, duh,” said Alicia. “I’m going with Bryce.”

  He was one of the wide receivers on the Peach Valley Spartans football team, a lanky, sort of goofy guy. He was likable, at least. A bit of a prick to people outside his circle, but I was dating Luke so I guess that put me in Bryce’s circle.

  “Yeah, I guess I’ll go,” I said. “Luke will want to go.”

  Alicia seemed about to say something about Luke and I how I was cheating on him when the bell rang and mercifully cut her off. She dashed out of the room and across the hall to her class.

  Mr. Elderberry glanced with annoyance at Alicia’s rush out of the room. He cleared his throat, stepped in front of the class, and began talking about POV and the effectiveness of first person characters when conveying a character’s inner life. I zoned out what Mr. Elderberry was saying and started thinking about Mrs. Temple and Olivia. What was that sparkle I had seen in Olivia’s eyes? She had seemed almost… excited.

  My state of distraction got me into trouble more than once throughout the day. At cheer practice after school I flubbed one of the offense cheers and fell doing a handstand.

  “Get your head in the game, Emily!” Shouted Madison after my fall, her pretty face twisted into a familiar expression of anger. “You’re worse than Alicia today.”

  Alicia helped me up and I dusted off my butt.

  “I can understand why you’re distracted,” said Alicia, nudging me with her elbow. Madison harangued us back into formation and spared me further interrogation from Alicia.

  Coach Cuddy let the Spartans off the practice field early and several of the players came jogging over to watch us finishing our practice. Bryce was watching Alicia and making cracks to Randall, one of the running backs. Luke smiled to me from the sidelines.

  It was Luke’s presence that completely prevented me from being questioned by Alicia. She was obviously desperate for me to reveal the identity of my lesbian lover, but could not risk getting me caught by my boyfriend. For once, Luke’s simple urges worked to my benefit.

  After practice, still dressed in my cheerleading skirt and sweater, Luke pressed up against the side of his sun-warmed Land Rover and smothered my lips with a hungry kiss. He was a giant in his full football pads. I parted my lips to him and our tongues intertwined.

  “Oh, babe, I like you all hot and sweaty,” he laughed against my lips.

  His hand slipped under my sweater, fingers squirming under the cup of my bra as he fondled my left breast. Naturally, his fingers found my left nipple almost instantly and he began to pinch it and play with it between his thumb and index finger.

  “Ahhh, Luke,” I hissed. “Not so rough.”

  “Getting me all worked up, Emily,” he said, roughly lifting my bra above both of my breasts inside my sweater. His hand stretched the material over my right breast as he moved on. My left nipple, still throbbing, stood out beneath my sweater. I protested and he kissed me again, his turf-smeared football pants pressing between my thighs and lifting my skirt. I felt the scrape of dirt against my leg and I finally grabbed his pads and shoved him away.

  “Alright! You’re getting me all dirty!” I said, brushing the turf from my thigh.

  “You like it dirty,” he said, stroking from my slender waist down to my hips.

  A couple players from the team walked past us on the way to their car in the parking lot. I took the opportunity to create a little more distance between me and Luke.

  “Are we going to Madison’s after the game?” I wondered.

  “Whatever you want to do, babe,” said Luke, pulling me roughly against him as I tried to shift my bra back into place without sticking a hand under my sweater. “We can just watch some TV and get a pizza or something if you’d like.”

  Luke wanted to munch on pizza, pour some liquor from his dad’s liquor cabinet into cups full of orange juice, grope me and make out with me while some idiotic super hero movie exploded on the giant TV, and then turn off the lights and have sex. Maybe, if I was lucky, he would go down on me. More likely, he would want me to give him head and that would be the end of our fun.

  “Alicia is going with Bryce,” I said. “You know how Madison picks on her. She needs me there in case Madison tries to make some sort of scene.”

  “Yeah, alright,” said Luke. “We can go.”

  “You’re the best,” I said, rising on my tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

  “Why do I feel like you’re buttering me up for something else?” Look tilted his head and looked at me side-eyed.

  “Do you think you could give
me a ride home?” I asked, toying with his pads. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “I was gonna say ‘no’ so I could hang out with Todd, but I can’t refuse you making it worth my while.” Luke squeezed my rear under my skirt with both of his hands and smashed another kiss to my lips.

  “Good choice,” I laughed.

  Luke stripped off his pads and tossed them into the back of Land Rover. Once we were underway, I leaned across the center console, my legs folded beneath me on the seat and my skirt riding up my firm ass. I slid my hand into Luke’s lap and set to work on the belt and numerous laces on the front of his football pants. Luke’s cock was bulging in his grass-stained pants by the time I managed to get everything untied and unlaced.

  “Oh, babe,” he moaned, sliding a hand over my back to cup my ass through my panties. “Suck on it for me, okay?”

  I answered him by stretching down his briefs beneath his hard cock and heavy balls and wrapping my soft hand around his shaft. Maybe it was guilt or maybe I just enjoyed sucking cock in addition to my lesbian desires, but I began to give Luke one hell of a blowjob. The Land Rover filled with the wet slurping sounds I kept making as I bobbed my head up and down on his lap. At every stop light, he rested a hand on the back of my head to keep me from rising too high and revealing myself to surrounding vehicles.

  “Oh, babe, that is so good,” he moaned, squirming in his seat as my spit soaked his cock and my tongue flicked against his fat tip. Sucking his cock became this whole zen thing for me. A part of me was there, stroking his shaft and bobbing my soft lips on him, but another part of me detached and was thinking about Mrs. Temple, Alicia, and even Mrs. Hadley.

  I saw these three women in various stages of undress, moaning and encouraging me as they touched themselves. Picturing Mrs. Temple like that was no surprise, seeing my best friend, Alicia, with those eyes was disturbing, but it was my mind including Mrs. Hadley that really shocked me. She was an overweight gym teacher, not a scorching hot stunner like Mrs. Temple or a sexy cheerleader like Alicia.

  I imagined Mrs. Hadley with her plump thighs parted and three fingers pumping in and out of her pussy, her sweat suit was unzipped and her polo was pulled up over two big, fairly droopy tits with fat nipples. Instead of her usual crucifix necklace, her coach’s whistle hung in her cleavage as she pinched a nipple and kneaded her breast.