I let her relax for a minute as I got myself ready and then plunged my tongue between her legs. Just as she did when I was a dog, she had orgasm after orgasm for a long time. The difference was that now, instead of just licking, I could suck her juices and suck on her clitoris as she had more and stronger orgasms.
Each time she was having a harder time stifling her moans or crying out. Several fairly loud sounds came from her as her back arched and her body bucked on the bed. She'd had her fingers wrapped in my hair for some time now, holding my mouth to her. Now she pulled me away and up her body, letting me kiss her nipples on my way past but forcing me back to her mouth.
I lay on top of her for a long time as she kissed me, her legs wrapping around the back of my knees and pressing our middles and breasts tightly together. I loved the new feelings that were mixed with the memories of the old feelings of making love to a woman. She came again under me.
Then she let me go, collapsing in exhaustion. I curled up next to her, as I had so many times as a dog in the last two years, and soon was asleep holding her.
The alarm woke us both up the next morning before Minni turned it off and rolled to me.
"I really liked that last night," she grinned. "I'm sorry. I meant to do it to you before I fell asleep but I just couldn't move any more."
"I know. It's okay. Maybe another time."
"Yeah," she said. "We'll have lots of other times, huh?" It was as if she needed reassurance.
"Sure." Then she bounded out of bed toward the bathroom.
"I've got to get in and out of the shower so the boys can get ready for school," she said breathlessly.
"Okay," I said. "Leave it on and maybe I can get one really quick, too."
"Sure," she said and disappeared into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, she stuck her head back out and said I could get in and asked if it was okay if she brushed her teeth. When I pulled my nightgown over my head and pushed my panties to the floor, I felt her eyes on me in the mirror as she watched. It made me grin to myself.
I washed fast so I didn't break the normal routine and just as I was getting out of the shower, she left the room saying, "When you get dried, would you wake up the boys?" I said I would and proceeded to dry myself off. Then I wrapped the big towel around my breasts, the bottom just covering my pelvic region.
I opened the door to the boys' room and walked to the side of Marshall's bed, shaking him lightly. "Marshall. Wake up. It's time to get ready for school," I said. He rolled over and looked at me through bleary eyes. I smiled and he kind of smiled back.
I moved to Billy's bed and shook him with the same words. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. His smile spread to fill his face, his eyes wide.
"Wow. That's something to wake up to," he said. "A beautiful girl wearing just a towel." My little Billy was growing up, I thought as I ducked out of the room.
As I got dressed in the tee-shirt and jeans Molly had given me the day before, I listened to the boys hassling over space to wash their faces, brush their teeth, and comb their hair. Minni found a pair of white sneakers that fit me okay and we went down to breakfast.
"Good morning, ladies," Molly said when we got to the kitchen. Minni said, "Morning mom," while I said "Good morning, ma'am." She turned to me with a pancake turner in her hand and pointed it at me.
"I heard Phil tell you not to call him sir last night. The same goes for me. I'm Molly. Okay?"
"Yes, Molly," I said brightly. She grinned at me.
"So how many pancakes can you ladies eat. Before the boys get here."
"I don't know," I said while Molly said, "Two please." I decided that was enough and said so. She'd just put them on our plates as the boys blasted into the room, pushing and shoving each other.
"Oh, boy," Billy said. "Pancakes. I want about ten."
"Me too," Marshall said.
"Well, you'll start with two." She took them off the hot griddle and I watched them disappear as I more delicately ate mine. They were wonderful. I hadn't had them before.
"Good morning everyone," Phil said as he walked into the room and found his chair beside me. "How did you sleep, Sue? All right I hope."
"Fine. Thank you."
"Good. What are you and Molly going to do today?" I shrugged. I didn't know.
"We've got some shopping to do after the mall opens," Molly said. "This young lady doesn't have anything of her own to wear."
"That's okay," Billy said. "Then she'll wake me up like she did this morning."
Both Phil and Molly looked at me.
"Oh, it's okay," Minni said. "She just woke him up wearing her bath towel like I usually do in the morning. It never did anything for you before," she said to Billy.
"You don't look like Sue, dog breath," he said.
"Yeah, well," Minni said with a grin.
"Maybe you should wake the boys in the mornings, Minni. We don't want their young minds to be too active this early in the day," Phil said.
"Okay," she said. "The baseball bat like usual?"
"That sounds like it's indicated," Molly said with a laugh.
"I gotta go," Phil said. "Meeting right off the top." He held his tie and kissed Minni on the cheek and then, surprisingly, turned his head and kissed my cheek as well. I blushed. He kissed his wife on the lips and the boys made noises until he stopped. "You guys have fun on your shopping trip," he said as he went out the door.
"Time for school, kids," Molly said and they all finished the last of their pancakes and picked up their school books to leave.
"Bye, Sue," the boys said before they pushed and shoved their way out the front door.
"You guys have fun," Minni said before she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek with a knowing grin. "Bye, mom." She kissed her cheek too and sedately walked out to follow the boys.
I stood and gathered the plates.
"You sit down and eat now, Molly," I said. "I'll do the dishes. Okay?"
"Sure!" she said with a big smile. "I feel like the lady of the manor and I didn't even have to ask."
"I want to do what I can," I said.
Chapter 5
We sat and she drank coffee while we talked until it was after 9 a.m. Then we went to the car and drove to the mall. For the next three hours, we shopped. I ended up with several sets of inexpensive underwear, several skirts and blouses, two dresses, a couple of pairs of jeans and shorts, tee-shirts, a halter top, a pair of sneakers, two pairs of moderate heels, and three nightgowns like the one I'd worn the night before. I was happy and thankful to her for doing it for me. She was just enjoying my enthusiasm.
Before we left the mall, she took me to a hairdresser who put a permanent in my hair that gave it big gentle waves that cascaded around my shoulders and neck. It felt wonderful.
I finally got her to buy herself a sexy new nightgown "for Phil" and a nice dress that was both shorter and tighter than she thought she should wear but that looked great on her.
When we got home to the quiet house, I got her to try on her new dress with a garter belt, stockings, and patent high heels. It was great on her.
As a sort of turnabout, she made me try on one of my new dresses, letting me wear another of her garter belts and stockings with my new shoes. This dress looked a little more "young girl" but it was still short with a full skirt and a high neck. I tried it on with no bra to see if she could tell.
She enthused, as I had with her outfit, as she had me turn around to look it over. It made me feel pretty.
"Honey," she said. "Have you ever worn high heels?"
"Just these," I said.
"Do you want to try some?"
"Sure!" I said, excited. She got a pair out of her closet and I put them on before standing and trying to walk without shuffling my heels. They changed my posture, throwing my hips forward and my chest out further as well as changing the shape of my calves. It made me feel very adult.