I was listening closely as she continued "So what you have, then, is two women – neither of whom is lacking in physical desires – with virtually no outlet for their passions, no real source of comfort or consolation, and little or no prospect of a solution. Except that they did find a solution – each other." It took me a few seconds to get it; when I did, Helen saw the change in my expression and said "Yes, that's right. Sarah and I, mother and daughter, became lovers. But before that, we were family, and even more importantly, friends. I raised Sarah virtually by myself, and I remembered, all too well, the fear and anxiety and embarrassment that I went through when I was growing up. So as I raised Sarah, I made it a point to avoid inflicting all the misinformation, uncertainties, and hidden answers that I'd been subjected to. She grew up learning about the human body, and the changes that would happen to hers, sex, and all the rest of it. I apparently managed to get it right because I don't think she has ever been reluctant or afraid to come to me with problems – no matter what they've been. And because of her maturity, she's been able to understand what I was going through, as well. Both of us had tried using different… devices, but neither of us found them completely satisfactory; what both of us found missing was the involvement of a real, live human being. So after the two of us got to talking one night, it was she who asked if I was sure that there really wasn't anything wrong with two women making love. I'd already told her that lesbianism was different, but not wrong; no more than it is between men, if both are agreeable. When I affirmed that I'd meant what I said, it was her idea that perhaps the two of us could 'help' each other, as she put it."
Helen took a deep breath before continuing "As you might expect, the idea was something of a surprise, and rather shocking to me. I mean, no matter how else one tries to pretty it up, it's still incest – and like almost any other person,that was something I had a deep,deep aversion to. But I simply told Sarah that I'd have to think about it – and more to the point, why. She wasn't old enough to understand it quite the same way a grown adult would; but she was mature enough to understand it well enough. So she simply waited for me to give her an answer when I had made a decision. weeks went by as I argued it with myself; all of my arguments of the pros and cons of it finally boiled down to a few simple facts: that I was neither forcing nor soliciting any such relationship – it had been her idea, after all. Obviously, the risk of pregnancy wasn't an issue, nor was her age; as I said, she was easily more grown up emotionally and mentally than her physical age. The thing that finally settled it for me, though, was the simple fact that she IS my daughter – and that I love her. Enough so that I was willing to do whatever it took to relieve her of as much of the heartache and loneliness and, yes, unfulfilled desires as I could. That isn't to say, though, that there still wasn't some nervousness and awkwardness the first time we were together" – that last part causing both of them to look at each other and smile with their shared memories.
A couple of seconds later, Helen told me "Anyway, even with Tom dead, there really wasn't any recourse for us but to continue as we had, even though there certainly wasn't any lack of men willing to 'console' a grieving widow – or her daughter, for that matter. Then, when we found out just how much life insurance Tom had, neither of us could help but wonder how much of the attention we were getting from men was interest in us, and how much was interest in our money. As a family, we'd been doing quite well while Tom was alive; he was a damn good broker, and made top commissions. But with the addition of all the insurance coverage he'd had… well, it was a Hell of a lot to have to worry about. Perversely enough, we even lost the few close friends we had before Toms death: they apparently didn't want us to think that they were after our money, either, and the relationships gradually grew apart. I can assure you, coming into sudden wealth is most certainly not all it's cracked up to be!"
She finished up by saying "The two of us finally decided that what we wanted to do -needed to do! – was simply get out of town for a while: get away from our new-found 'friends', all the people that we knew and know us, and just relax. We also thought that along the way, we just might happen across someone that one or the other of us, or even both, found attractive; but someone that wasn't interested in getting their hands on our money, and still had enough… character, or class, or whatever you want to call it, to be good company, too. We've been on the road for the last couple of months, actually, and generally enjoying ourselves when we decided to stay here and join in the Halloween parties. Both of us were greatly surprised to find that friend of one of our friends here; you did us a tremendous favor is helping us get away from him. But be that as it may, it's how you behaved tonight that got us interested in you. Both of us were fully aware that the outfits we were wearing were more than a little on the provocative side, but neither one of us ever caught you ogling us. Either you weren't looking, which I doubt, or you were far more discreet about it than most men would be. And when you took us to your bar, everyone there was as friendly as you'd said they'd be; but it was the way they treated you, and how you treated them in return, that really convinced us of your other qualities. So it didn't take much for us to agree that, if you were willing, both of us would like you to stay with us – even all night, if you can. Of course, we'll understand if you're put off by the relationship between Sarah and I; you've had less time to come to terms with it than I did. Both of us would regret the missed opportunity, but neither of us would take offense – we're fully aware that our relationship isn't something most people would be able to accept."
There was no way that I wasn't going to look at the two of them as I considered what Helen had said. When I looked from Helen to Sarah, and back again, they moved a little closer to each other before each put an arm around the other's waist – then calmly stood there, with no apparent concern.
As I said before, Helen was an attractive, leggy redhead. She's got the stereotypical green eyes, a peaches and cream complexion (all over!), and full red lips in a slightly oval face. Curly red hair falls well past her shoulders; when she was in her Godiva costume, she'd kept it in front of her to help conceal her breasts. Now, though, she'd moved it around to hang down her back; that left me with a clear view of her full, but not overly large, bust. Each of her breasts is capped with a pale pink areolas about an inch across and slightly puffy. Extending out from that was her nipple: the diameter of a large Crayon, and standing out perhaps a quarter of an inch. Her breasts sag only enough to make it clear that she hasn't had anything done to them. The rest of her body is fit and trim, with just enough padding to gentle the curves of her female form. Her lower belly is as flat as a woman's can be, and between her upper thighs is the thick, narrow triangle of her pubic hair – which is maybe just one shade darker than what's on her head. Her legs are long, trim, and made up of a series of smooth, gentle curves.
Next to her, Sarah simply looks like a 90% scale version of her mother; except that Sarah's red hair is a trifle lighter in color. Sarah's breasts are marginally smaller, but then she's still got some growing to do, I figure. It's easy as can be to see that they're related, and I don't figure that it would take much for them to look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Both have a light, sparse dusting of freckles across their shoulders and down onto the upper slopes of their breasts. Neither has any sign of blemishes, scars, birthmarks, or anything else to get in the way of enjoying the smooth, clear expanse of skin they're showing me.
When I'm through looking them over, I say to Helen "Even while you were telling me how and why you decided that there wasn't any reason you and Sarah couldn't become lovers, I understood what you were saying – and even agreed with your reasoning. Both of you are absolute knockouts" – that earned me a pair of pleased smiles – "so the only thing that concerns me is why Sarah hasn't said anything. She's certainly been pleasant enough tonight, but I don't think I've gotten a dozen sentences from her; and she hasn't indicated that she wants to contribute anything to what you just told me."