Jane awoke, alone. Abigail had clearly disappeared sometime in the past couple of hours or so. Jane guessed that the rules for lesbians were no different for heterosexual encounters, but she did miss being able to lie here with the first woman she had had sex with and maybe have breakfast or brunch together. Jane then thought about Tori. Of course, her encounter with her had only been in a dream, not reality and in actuality she may have behaved very different. Jane picked up the little note Abigail had left, 'J, thank you Mistress, your servant, A'. It was clear that Abigail had a clear take on sexuality and was out for someone to direct her. Whilst this had been fine and probably, Jane realised, had lifted some of the pressure on herself to perform perfectly, she did not feel it was something she could sustain beyond a few hours. Maybe that was why Abigail had left so early. Of course, Jane could go back to the club or any other and find another one-night stand. She certainly did not have to worry about getting pregnant as a result. However, she realised, that while it was clear, even if she had not known it before, that sex with women was what got her off, she was coming to understand that what she was needing was a girlfriend; someone not just to wake up with after great sex, but to spend the whole day with.nnWas that unusual? Was that not what millions of women in London were searching for? Well, they might not be searching for a girlfriend of course. Jane idly began thinking about the odds. She had gone from searching a pool of five million men, of course many of whom would be too old, too young, married, etc., but anyway there must be five million men in London, to a pool of one-in-ten women who were lesbians. That meant, say five hundred thousand women that would be interested in a female sexual partner. Out of these, of course, again, many would be too old, too young, these days even married or okay, in a civil partnership.

PrefacennAs we learned in "Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied," Susan Smith is a wealthy 28-year-old lesbian whose greatest thrill in life is to seduce teen girls, introducing them to the joys of girl-girl sex.nnSusan's lesbian career began in high school, but she really came of age as a connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. That process started with her seduction at the hands – and lips - of the dyke-ish Laura. This led to an emotionally uplifting (and sexually satisfying) experience with the darling 18-year-old Kelly, and to one of the most erotic nights of Susan's life: An incredible lesbian orgy involving six beautiful, lusty young college girls. nn*nnSusan is taken by an "Amazon"nnWhen Susan was in college she tried to avoid those huge undergrad classes where a full blown professor lectures to several hundred students, but the only two-way contact students have with an instructor is in "discussion sections" led by a graduate student "teaching assistant." She found the lectures to be quite excellent, but dealing with overworked and underpaid grad students in the discussion sections was fraught with hazards. These individuals often took out their frustrations on undergrads, and the quality of their instruction was spotty at best. nnHowever, it was not possible or even desirable to avoid all such classes, and in the first semester of Susan's sophomore year, when she was still just 19-years-old, she found herself in such an environment after signing up for Anthropology 101. Her discussion section was led by a 25-year-old grad student who was the first "bull dyke" type lesbian Susan had ever met. Not to overstate the woman's persona – she didn't wear motorcycle leathers or men's clothing or anything like that, but she did have a crewcut, wore no makeup and made no secret of her sexuality. nnTrue to Susan's past experience, this woman, whose name was Laura, did not have much patience for the undergrads in her section, and even tended to bully those who didn't toe the line, meaning that they did not passively go along with whatever interpretation of the week's readings Laura was promoting. Naturally, this always meant viewing the material through the lens of the "cult of race, class and gender" that was absolute dogma with 97 percent of the liberal arts faculty at the prestigious state university. Even though she was already a confirmed lesbian herself, Susan found this unidimensional view of the world banal and absurd.nnIn addition to her tedious orthodoxy, Susan's "instructor" was physically intimidating. She was big – over six feet tall, but had a womanly body that was nicely proportioned: large hips, big shoulders, strong legs. In a word, statuesque. Laura was good looking, too, with a pretty face that her crewcut and lack of makeup could not hide. Naturally, even though Laura was about 180 degrees opposite of the type of woman that she usually found herself attracted to, Susan could not help but to wonder what sex would be like with such an amazon. nnSusan kept a low profile in the class, performing well on tests and papers (as usual), making the minimum number of participatory comments in discussions, and ones that were always perceptive and on-point. She figured that her mostly-idle curiosity about sex with Laura would go unsatisfied, because it was not deep enough to motivate her to follow up by seeking any more extensive engagement with the woman beyond that necessary for class.

Chapter 07: OdysseynnJeannie boarded the bus in Omaha, excited to be finally moving to New York City and starting her dream. In her hand, she was clutching her tickets to New York and a catalogue from a school in New York that offered a fashion design degree. She could feel her heart beating quickly in her newly enhanced chest.nnUnlike the clothes which Jeannie wore working the truck stop and strip club parking lot as a prostitute, Jeannie was dressed conservatively. She was dressed in a red sweatshirt, blue jeans and a pair of sneakers. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a short pony tail that bobbed on the back of her head as she walked down the aisle.nnJeannie took her seat by the window. She looked out the window and saw her mother standing on the platform, tears streaming down her cheek. Jeannie knew that her mother loved her, but Jeannie also knew that she had to leave. She could never be anything other than a transexual hooker in Omaha, but in New York, she could remake herself completely.nnThe bus pulled out. Jeannie sat back with a huge smile on her face. She opened up her course catalogue and rested it on her lap. She started picking out courses that she might want to take. Jeannie didn't have much money left, but she figured she'd be able to make some quick cash once she got to New York and could start taking courses soon after arriving.nnLittle did Jeannie know that just getting to New York was going to be an adventure. In the eighth century BC, Homer wrote a poem about the hero Odysseus and his trip from Troy to Ithaca (the Greek place, not the place in New York). Poor Odysseus faced many obstacles on his trip home, and it took him a full ten years to get home to his dear wife Penelope. While certainly Odysseus' trip was more odious than Jeannie's upcoming bus trip, in an age when one could fly from Omaha to New York in a few hours, and week ahead for Jeannie would prove to be a test of hope and endurance. nnThe bus pulled out of Omaha just after nine o'clock in the evening, destined for Chicago.

HinnOk then, here it is. For those that have been following my blossoming lust for my mother, this is what you have been waiting for. Well at least a lot of you have told me in the comments and e-mails I have received, that you have been eagerly awaiting this. At last I am writing about it, telling you all about it, pouring my heart out about how I sucked my mother's tits. nnIf you have read the previous parts, you will know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven't read them, I would strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked. In most parts, and particularly in this one where my mother features strongly, I refer back to what has happened in previous parts, so they should be read in the sequence I wrote them.nnNevertheless, whatever way you do read them, I hope you enjoy them and get as much pleasure and excitement from reading them as I do from writing them.nnPlease feel free to leave whatever comments you wish or e-mail me if you prefer.nnnnnnChapter 1nnI had thought about it so much over the past few months. It was something that had begun to consume my mind. It had become an obsession, a desire, a fantasy, a want and a need. And now I was about to satisfy that need. Yes I was about to suck my mother's luscious, big tits!nnColin, my mum's "friend", had taken the photos for the Berlin Erotic Arts Festival. The portfolio of nineteen shots was entitled, rather naffly I thought, Mother and Child Reunion. It was made up of shots of mum and me naked. He had explained that the final pose was not a photo. Instead, at the festival, she and I would pose in real life.