Jodie's Slaves Part Three - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Three

... was impressed! I think she was right to follow her love, no matter where that took her, don’t you?”

Behind us, I knew Barb was having an explosive orgasm. I could tell by the tension in the air. She was too still, too quiet, and I smiled to myself, knowing I had been the cause.

“Could you do that? Just walk away from everything you have to follow your dream?” Julie asked.

“Everything? For a dream? No. But I would abandon anything to be with someone I love.” Julie hugged me and got up, taking the empty popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I half turned, staring at Barb. Then I rolled over fully and spread my legs wide, letting her see the darkness of my panties that told her I was as turned on as she was by our little tableau. Knowing little julie flows like a stream when turned on leaving huge wet spots on the sheets, I looked down where she had been lying and ran my finger across the wet spot as I rubbed the wet spot on mine. Then back up to Toy’s eyes and stared into them and said, “Sweet Julie is so mine!”

Barb told us to get to bed and she would clean up the living room. I know she could not get up with all of her paraphernalia on without drawing attention so I grabbed Julie and made an exit. I watched Julie as we went up the stairs together. She had something on her mind, but I spoke first.

“I know that I like girls...but I don’t think I was the only one turned on by that movie.”

“Well, duh! I guess I have shown you I like girls too!” she answered. But she ...

... wouldn’t look at me.

“No, Julie...um...I meant…” Understanding filled her face.

“You mean Mom? I didn’t think you noticed that!” she whispered. I gave her a look that could only mean she was stupid.

“I have been a lesbian a lot longer than you, Julie! There is no way I could have missed it! Come on!” I knew she tried not to come to my room while either parent was still up, but Barb was not about to get in my way tonight. She had her own problems.

In my room with the door closed, she suddenly became animated.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked. I nodded.

“Jodi, I've seen some stuff. Mom has been acting so strange and I snooped on her computer… Jodi mom is into some kinky shit! Like bondage and lesbains and whipping and stuff. Oh fuck, I saw the stuff she reads and sites she’s been on. I think mom wants to be some kind of sex slave or something. And the really fucked up part is I think she wants you! And...and….I kind of think she has the hots for me, too, maybe for a long time. She definitely does for you. You must know with your perfect gaydar that she creams for you, right? “

“I...might have noticed...a look...or two, but Julie! She gave me a home and a family that didn’t suck! I can’t take advantage of that! Besides...I mean...we...well, I am not so fickle,” I replied, acting as uncomfortable as I knew how to. Julie blushed and looked at her feet briefly.

“Well, I didn’t think you were! But...um…”she hesitated. I grabbed her arms like I was shocked ...