Sharing Rita Ch. 2

Rita knelt down beside her and looked into her eyes, it was dark in the room but their eyes were adjusted so they could make each other out. Anita eyes were glistening and wet, evidently she was more upset than Rita realized.

'Don't send me back,' Anita sniffed.

'Shh,' said Rita and touched Anita's lips. 'Its okay. I won't send you back.'

'Promise?'

'You know you'll have to go back sooner or later,' said Rita.

'I know, but I miss you,' said Anita. 'Just for a little while.'

'You'd go back if I sent you,' Rita reflected thoughtfully. 'Wouldn't you?'

'Of course I would,' said Anita. 'I don't want to get you in trouble.'

Anita sniffed again, looking unhappy. Rita kissed her softly on the lips, tasting a salty tear.

'Is that better?' she asked. Anita nodded. Rita kissed her softly again and put her arms around her in a hug.

'I wish you were my mum,' said Anita, hugging her tightly.

'No you don't,' said Rita. She felt along Anita's thigh, slowly up towards her pelvis, feeling the silky skin. Anita looked at her in surprise and then delight as she felt a fingers move aside her thong and cleave open her little flower, settling in her crease and then plunge in easily into its wet tightness.

'Would a mother do that?' said Rita, staring into her eyes.

'Yes,' breathed Anita, enjoying the probing finger. She leaned forward and kissed Rita sloppily, her mouth wide, eager to exchange saliva with the older woman. Rita accepted her eager kissing, while she worked her finger inside that teenage pussy. She used her free hand to feel Anita's soft ass.

'Mmph,' Anita murmured as she broke her kiss and began to orgasm, she gyrated her pussy on Rita's fingers and then gasped even louder as Rita managed to get another finger inside her. She came hard, biting her lip in ecstasy.

They fell into a heap, kissing and feel each others bodies. Anita pressed down hard on Rita, feeling her breasts and kissing her passionately and then quickly moved her head down and found Rita's soaked wet patch. Rita arched her back as she felt Anita's tongue connected with her clit and a finger invades her privates.

'Oh yes, eat me,' Rita murmured softly. Anita sucked on her clit and pussy lips like there was no tomorrow, desperate to please the older woman. She pressed her long pointed tongue deep into Rita's snatch, soaking her tongue with pussy juice. She loved the blonde pubes in her face, the womanly smell, the thighs wrapped around her head. Anita loved to look up and see Rita arching her back as she was eaten, her full bust rising in a tortured sexual breath, urgently needing to come. Anita bought her to a shuddering climax and was delighted to see Rita enjoying it so much.

After Rita had calmed down and come back to earth, Anita lay besides her, face to face and kissed Rita on the mouth, softly at first and then using her tongue. Rita kissed her back easily, tasting her own pussy and sucking on her tongue then lay back, just staring at her and stroking her face. Anita did the same. She loved the green eyes, the way they glinted in the moonlight, and the contours of Rita's face, the high cheekbones and the blonde hair. She was truly a beautiful woman.

'I wish I could stay,' said Anita, after minutes had gone by.

'So do I,' lied Rita. Anita really was in love with her, she thought. Her heart sank, she never anticipated that it would happen, but it had. She was fond of her and liked being friends and fucking her occasionally, but Anita wanted something she couldn't give her. Rita never suspected it would happen. With her other girlfriends, it had been sex, fun and most of them had male partners. She didn't want to hurt Anita, she was really fond of her and it would upset her daughters friendship.

Anita moved forward and rested her head on Rita's chest, sighing happily. Rita lay in the darkness, faint light from the windows illuminating her worried expression. Slowly she raised herself off the ground and into a sitting position.

'Come on,' she said hesitantly, fearing Anita would get upset again. 'I will take you home now.'

Anita stared at her for long moments, her happy face going blank. Then she agreed. 'Okay.'

Rita stared at her. She was taking it ok now. Did she only come over to fuck me? Rita wondered as they got to their feet. Was she just a little slut who wanted to be satisfied?

'I'll get my keys,' said Rita and disappeared before Anita could respond. She came back moments later with a pair of slippers and a dressing gown, the keys to her Mercedes in her hand. Anita was waiting quietly where she left her.

'Come on,' said Rita, refusing to look at her.

Rita drove her home in silence. It was only a block away, but Rita didn't want her to walk around at this hour, dressed so scantily. Anita looked at her while she was driving, but didn't say anything, sensing she was upset with her.

Rita pulled up a few houses away. 'Why didn't you take your car?' she asked.

'I didn't want mum to hear me leave,' said Anita, smiling at her.

Rita lapsed into silence again, waiting for her to get out of the car.

'Are you mad at me?' asked Anita.

'Don't asked stupid questions,' snapped Rita, irritated by her tone. 'This isn't some game and I'm not one of your stupid teenage lovers. Don't ever come over like that again. What if something happened to you on the way over? Or the way back? You're a smart girl. You should know better.'

Anita flinched at her tone, feeling guilty. Was it over already? She wanted to make it up to her, but Rita was too angry with her to reason. She stepped out of the car slowly.

'I'm sorry,' she said.

'Just forget it,' sighed Rita. 'I didn't mean to snap at you. You just put me in a difficult position.'

'I know, I'm sorry,' Anita repeated. 'It won't happen again I promise.'

'Okay go on home now,' she said.

'Bye,' said Anita and closed the door. She stood and watched as Rita drove off into the night, then headed back to her house.

The next day Rita was cleaning up her house, when there was a knock at the door. She was surprised and then afraid when she saw Anita's mother Silvia standing in the doorway with a pair sunglasses on.

'Hello Rita,' she greeted and then walked inside as if it were her own house.

'Sylvia -' Rita began and then followed her into the living room.

Sylvia took a languid stroll around the living room, looking at its features and taking her time, keeping Rita in suspense. She was an attractive woman, a little older than Rita. Her hair was raven and tied in a stylish bun, like she had just emerged from a salon, which Rita didn't doubt that she had. Her face was like white porcelain and statue like in its expression, emotionless and her red lips set in a firm line as if controlling herself from telling Rita everything wrong with the living room. Finally satisfied, she removed her sun glasses to look at Rita. Her eyes were the only feature that reminded Rita of Anita, dark and curious.

'Can I offer you a drink?' said Rita, trying to be warm.

Sylvia raised her hand in a quick gesture of refusal. 'I came here to talk to you.'

'About Anita?' said Rita weakly, fear gripping her.

'Yes.'

'Was it about last night?' asked Rita.

'In some part yes, she seems to be spending an awful amount of time in this -' Sylvia looked around the room for the right words. 'Establishment.'

'We're all friends really,' said Rita. Sylvia sat on the couch and Rita sat on the one opposite her.

'I see. Her and Heather have always been good friends. Heather is a very well mannered young woman,' Sylvia admitted.

'Thankyou,' said Rita. 'She's a lovely girl. And so is Anita.'

'Are you aware that both the girls have been smoking marijuana?' Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

Rita almost sighed in relief, but caught herself under Sylvia's gaze. So this is what its about, she thought. 'Yes, I was aware.'

'You were?' Sylvia's eyes flared liked horse nostrils. 'Then you should have reported it to me.'

'I'm sorry I didn't think it was important,' said Rita, then groaned inwardly, that was definitely the wrong thing to say. Sylvia stared at her like she was an idiot.

'Not important? An illicit drug is not important? It against the law and its very damaging to the brain, I can imagine -'

'Yes, but they only take a puff now and then,' said Rita. 'I spoke to both of them and they it was only on occasion.'

'You spoke to them? Well Anita outright denied it to me, until I showed it to her plainly after searching her room. I suggest you do the same thing with Heather.' Sylvia narrowed her eyes ever so slightly at Rita.

Rita spoke her next words in a controlled voice. 'My daughters possessions are her own business. I have no intention of going through her room.'

'Well you should, its an effective way to weed out any lies.'

'Heather doesn't lie,' said Rita.

'Well Anita does and has. Your daughter is well behaved, Anita is very hard to keep in line. I would appreciate you telling me in future if such events occur again. You gave them both a suitable punishment I suppose.'

'No,' said Rita. 'What would be the point? They're both eighteen now, I can hardly tell them what to do. Just advise them on the dangers of smoking it.'

'Well its inadequate parenting,' said Sylvia.

Rita digested this information slowly. 'Are you calling me a bad parent?'

'Well your pretty light on punishment. I mean smoking marijuana in the final year at school. They haven't got far to go before they finish and you let them do this?'

'I didn't let them do anything,' said Rita irritably. 'I told them I didn't want them smoking in the house again and I believe them when they say they won't.'

'In the house! In the house! That could mean anything,' said Sylvia. 'What if they were smoking outside would that be alright?'

'No it wouldn't. I trust them. And to be honest I would rather if they had to smoke it, that they do it here then at a park or somewhere unsupervised.'

Sylvia shook her head. 'Your crazy, I won't allow Anita to be here in this kind of environment.'

'Me crazy?' said Rita angrily. 'Least I talk to my daughter and treat her like an adult instead of child like you do with Anita. No wonder she's always getting into mischief when you keep treating her like an immature brat, instead of the intelligent and charming girl that she is!'

Sylvia turned pale beneath her already pale skin. Too well bred to start a fully blown argument she stood up from her seat stiffly.

'Well that's that then,' she said. 'Anita is not come around here again, but I don't see why Heather should be a victim of our differences and misunderstanding. Heather is quite welcome over at our place, but Anita is not to come over here. Do you understand?'

'Perfectly!' said Rita. 'I don't need to show you door, you do well and finding your way around where you're not welcome.'

Sylvia gave her a hard stare and then walked to the door that had been left open the entire time. Rita sighed and puts her face in her hands.

Heather didn't find out what had happened until after she got home and spoke to Anita on the phone that evening. Rita avoided mentioning it, knowing that Heather would be upset about it. Heather found out and came into Rita's bedroom to talk about it.

'Anita's mum won't let her stay here anymore,' she said unhappily. 'Do you know what happened? Anita said you had an argument with her.'

Rita was getting ready for bed, in her black silk nightie. She looked at Heather, a little embarrassed. 'Yes we did, I'm sorry darling I should have told you when you got home. I just didn't want to make you upset.'

'But why? Was is because of the pot we smoked? We rarely ever have it mum,' said Heather.

'I know you don't,' said Rita, she came over and rubbed Heather's arms. 'Sylvia wanted me to punish you, but I told her your old enough to make your own decisions. Is Anita okay?'

'No, she's really upset,' said Heather, perplexed. 'So am I. I love having her over here.'

'Me too,' said Rita. 'We can only hope Sylvia comes around. I will talk to her again, apologize, I was rude to her, but she was rude to me. We both said some rash things. She thinks I'm a bad parent.'

'Your not,' said Heather and hugged her tightly. 'You're the best mum ever. Anita thinks so too.'

Rita smiled and kissed her hair. 'Thanks for saying so. Are you going to bed now?'

'I don't think I can sleep,' said Heather. 'Can I sleep with you?'

'Of course you can,' said Rita.

Heather smiled at her and disappeared to change into her pajamas. When she came back Rita was already in bed, waiting for her. Heather climbed aboard and lay beside her. Rita was once again attracted to her daughter, her feminine smell, the softness of her young and firm body. Her crystal blue eyes. It would be hard for her to sleep, but she had to try. She turned the light off and lay on her back and was surprised when Heather moved right alongside her and put her arms around her lovingly, resting her head on her shoulder. Very hard indeed, she thought.

Heather kissed on the cheek. 'Goodnight mum,' she said.

'Goodnight. Are you sure you'll be comfortable like this? I might roll on top of you in my sleep,' said Rita, and kissed her blonde hair.

'That's okay,' said Heather. They both settled down for sleep. After a moment Heather spoke up again.

'Mum?'

'Yes darling?' said Rita.

'Your vibrator was really good,' she said after a moment.

Rita felt a familiar warmth in her stomach at the mention of her vibrator. 'I'm glad you enjoyed it. Your really growing up now. You can have it or we'll buy you a new one on the internet.'

'I want to share it with you,' said Heather. 'I had the best orgasm ever.'

'Heather please,' said Rita. 'All this talk of vibrators will make me have to excuse myself to the bathroom.'

'Really?' said Heather.

'Yes, now go to sleep,' said Rita, who was wide awake now and very conscious of the soft and warm body against hers. She felt a hand rubbing her stomach softly, sending tingles through her body.

'I don't want your to go to the bathroom,' said Heather. 'I want you to stay with me.'

Rita felt the hand move lower and lower, to her thighs and then back up to her loins. She held her breath, hardly believing what was happening, then she felt a hand feeling her lovely blonde bush. She gasped.

'Heather! Are you sure -' Rita trailed off and a finger went inside her moist pussy.

'Oh mum, you're so sexy. I can't stop thinking about you,' said Heather, her breathing shallow as she felt her inside her mothers deepest secret. 'I want to help get you off.'

'Your doing very well,' gasped Rita, enjoying the probing fingers. They were inexperienced, but meant well. She reached her hands around and squeezed Heather's firm ass.

Heather moaned and fingered her mother more rapidly, enjoying the sensation of her fingers inside the tight pussy, it was heaven. She'd been thinking about it for days, ever since the shower. Even though she had been confused, underneath it all she was turned on by the experience. And now it was happening again. Rita's hand had found its way into Heather's pajama bottoms and was sliding along her asscrack, until she found her daughters extremely tight cunt and returned the favour.

Heather was so excited she came almost immediately, her pussy clamping around Rita's finger and flooding it with her juices. On impulse she started fingering Rita harder and faster and bringing her mother to an orgasm not long after she had hers.

'Oh my sweet Heather,' gasped Rita as she came in bliss. They both lay panting after there orgasm for long moments, their minds racing at what had just happened. Rita removed her finger from Heather's pussy and tasted the sticky and sweet juice. Then she took hold of Heather's face and looked into her eyes, what she could barely make out in the darkness.

'Thankyou sweetheart, that was wonderful,' she said. 'I guess your ok with it now?'

'Yes, I don't know if its right but I don't care,' said Heather earnestly.

'Its okay baby,' said Rita and kissed softly on the lips. 'Its our little secret. Mine and yours forever. I love you.'

'I love you mum,' said Heather. Rita kissed her again, but this time with her tongue, she explored her daughters mouth with eager swirls, finding Heather's tongue and playing with it. Heather took it and was overwhelmed by her mothers, strong and experienced kissing; when Rita pulled away from her mouth with a smacking sound, she was breathless and gasping.

'Mum, I want you again,' said Heather, kissing her back eagerly and pulling aside Rita's shoulder straps so her large breasts fell out. She took one eagerly in her mouth and began sucking on it. They both surrendered to a night of passion in which they would never forget. Rita was a sensual and gentle lover with her daughter, she wasn't rough or 'Mrs. Jennings' like she had been with Anita, she knew what each of her women lovers needed and gave it to them. They spent only half the night asleep, the rest was in fits of sexual passion. By the morning, Heather was a changed woman.

She awoke and rolled over and gave her mum a big kiss. Rita opened her eyes and smiled, kissing her back.

'Hi darling, sleep well?' she asked.

'Of course,' smiled Heather. 'I was thinking we could have a shower together again.'

'You learn quickly,' said Rita and began feeling her daughters body again, pay close attention to her ass, which she loved, the firm and heart shaped cheeks.

'Mum, what are we going to do about Anita?' she asked.

'I don't know, 'said Rita and got out of bed. 'I'll work something out. I promise.'

'Ok,' said Heather and got up as well.

Hand in hand, they both headed off to the shower.