Mom's "Best Friend" (Part 7) - TG Caption

Mom's "Best Friend" (Part 7)

My relationship with my unofficial “stepson” is a little bit weird. Well, weirder than it already was. He's way too open about his sex life with me, and asking me about mine. I would point out that's his mom he's talking about, but I'm certainly not one to talk in that case, because I'm fucking her. I think he sort of likes showing off how much action he gets since we swapped, which… I don't really care about it since I'm happy with who I'm with. So it's really just a bonding point for us. I think, in some twisted way, sharing a secret like ours brings us a lot closer together than any other step-family level relationship.

Valentine's Day is coming up, and love is in the air. I've been able to sleep with June guilt-free, and it's been great. A stable, consistent relationship without surprises is something that people really take for granted. I've come into my own, for the most part. The parts of me that are me, and the parts of me that are Kelly have merged pretty well into a consistent personality that June knows incredibly well. Speaking of personality, seeing hers from a different perspective, that of her lover is really different. She shows me her vulnerabilities, and I show her mine. So I wish I could come up with some grand event for our upcoming day together but I’m drawing a blank. Fortunately, she said she had something planned.

I arrived home a little bit later than I would have liked, but I'm kind of glad I did, because… “Hey babe.” She greeted me at the door dressed in the finest black lingerie I had ever seen in my life. The curves on this woman were irresistible and that was my girlfriend?! I very quickly became a slave to lust, but before I could move us onto the closest flat surface, she gently pushed back. “Someone's happy to see me. But let's continue in the bedroom, alright? Alex isn't here so we're going to be as loud as you want.” She disappeared past me and I followed.

The lights dimmed as I walked up the stairs and down the hallway. A faint orange glow being the only thing coming from our room’s doorway, and the only thing to guide me. As I got there, my eyes lit up, not with the candle light, or my girlfriend's smile, but the gleam of a diamond.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” On one knee, was my girlfriend, the most important woman in my life, sexy as hell, with her arms holding out a diamond ring. “Kelly, will you marry me?” This was a big decision I was making… but I didn't hesitate. It was already a foregone conclusion, really. I love her.

“Yes! Oh my gosh, yes, I will!” I never thought I would find myself on this end of a proposal, much less so being giddy and jumping up and down as a reaction. I was marrying what used to be my Mom… and it felt just right, I'm just bursting with joy. I couldn't help but gawk at the ring as she slid it on my finger. It was beautiful. We kissed and I felt at peace, like I finally had the life I was meant to have.

    “Well, that isn't the only surprise for tonight.” June made her way over to her dresser on her side of the bed and began digging through her underwear.

    “What else could you possibly surprise me with?” At this point, I was both the happiest and quite frankly horniest girl on earth, after all of this lead-up. What more could she offer me?

    “Well… You haven't been with a guy before, not that you would want to, of course, but I was thinking maybe I could show you some of the… physical joys that it could bring sometimes…” June turned around revealing a strap-on fastened tightly to her front. And a smile quickly spread across her face.

    She exerted control over me in so many ways I didn't know she could. Seeing the meek, mild-mannered, sexy woman I called my mother, then girlfriend, now fiance doing what she did to me… the pulling, the pushing, the loving… was a whole new type of pleasure, and I thought I had seen it all. It looked like me and Juna had a lot of new things ahead of us

…

That was the first morning I woke up with a serious limp. I tried to hide it, but it being the day after Valentine's I'm sure anyone could guess as to what I had done. The mood the night before pushed June to stretch me out in a lot of incredible ways, I've decided it won't be the last time either. June had definitely made me her woman, in more ways than one, and I couldn't be happier. It was who I was meant to be. Hers, in one way or another, as her best friend, or her wife. It was the best Valentine's Day I ever had.