I moved with my mom to this small farming community after I graduated from high school last year. She got a job as an administrative assistant at a local factory and I started taking classes at the community college. Mom met a lady at the factory and they started seeing each other. I was aware she had an interest in females after she left my father but we never discussed it until she met Lisa.
I thought mom and Lisa made a nice couple and it seemed like they really cared for each other. My mom is pretty and petite with shoulder length blonde hair. Lisa was a little taller with brown hair and big brown eyes. In the beginning it was difficult for me to accept the fact that my mom had turned gay. But I tried to keep an open mind about things.
One evening I returned from class and Lisa was sobbing in our living room. I rushed to her side and asked what was wrong but she wouldn't tell me. She was just devastated and it looked as though she had been crying for hours. She collected her clothes from my mother's closet and left our home. I had no idea where my mother was or why Lisa was so distraught. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep.
At around midnight I awoke to the sound of my mother's key in the door and immediately realized she wasn't alone. I ran to my bedroom door and heard my mother whisper, "Shhhh, my daughter's here." I peeked out through the semi darkness to see the black woman from the laundromat, the heavyset one with the huge boobs, standing next to my mom. In the next instant they were locked in each other's arms and kissing like two animals in heat. I heard this woman tell my mother, "You make it so wet, it's all yours when you want it."
As I glanced out I couldn't believe my mother was kissing this woman and rubbing her breasts like that so soon after Lisa. My mother sighed deeply and whispered, "I'm ready, I want you to spend the night, come on."
They closed the door to my mother's bedroom and the bed made so much noise that I had to put my earplugs in. God, I couldn't believe this was happening. Later, I told my mother that I didn't agree with her interracial involvement. She replied that she and her "friend" from the laundromat have more in common than she and Lisa ever did - in the bedroom and out. I've since moved out and the laundromat lady has moved in with my mom. I still feel badly for Lisa who I hear is still crushed over losing my mother.
I thought mom and Lisa made a nice couple and it seemed like they really cared for each other. My mom is pretty and petite with shoulder length blonde hair. Lisa was a little taller with brown hair and big brown eyes. In the beginning it was difficult for me to accept the fact that my mom had turned gay. But I tried to keep an open mind about things.
One evening I returned from class and Lisa was sobbing in our living room. I rushed to her side and asked what was wrong but she wouldn't tell me. She was just devastated and it looked as though she had been crying for hours. She collected her clothes from my mother's closet and left our home. I had no idea where my mother was or why Lisa was so distraught. I went to my bedroom and fell asleep.
At around midnight I awoke to the sound of my mother's key in the door and immediately realized she wasn't alone. I ran to my bedroom door and heard my mother whisper, "Shhhh, my daughter's here." I peeked out through the semi darkness to see the black woman from the laundromat, the heavyset one with the huge boobs, standing next to my mom. In the next instant they were locked in each other's arms and kissing like two animals in heat. I heard this woman tell my mother, "You make it so wet, it's all yours when you want it."
As I glanced out I couldn't believe my mother was kissing this woman and rubbing her breasts like that so soon after Lisa. My mother sighed deeply and whispered, "I'm ready, I want you to spend the night, come on."
They closed the door to my mother's bedroom and the bed made so much noise that I had to put my earplugs in. God, I couldn't believe this was happening. Later, I told my mother that I didn't agree with her interracial involvement. She replied that she and her "friend" from the laundromat have more in common than she and Lisa ever did - in the bedroom and out. I've since moved out and the laundromat lady has moved in with my mom. I still feel badly for Lisa who I hear is still crushed over losing my mother.
