"Okay." Vivian sniffled twice, then giggled. "Hehe."
"You little faker," Evelyn murmured, stroking Vivian's hair, a complex mix of residual arousal, disbelief, and affection swirling within her.
"But it really did feel good, Teacher."
Evelyn considered. What was done, was done. They were both female, technically. No risk of pregnancy, at least. Maybe this weird phase would pass as Vivian grew older. Maybe indulging it slightly was better than forbidden fruit syndrome? "Alright, Vivi," she sighed, resigned for now. "If you really want... this... with me sometimes, you have to promise me one thing."
"Yes, yes! Anything, Teacher!" Vivian nodded eagerly. "As long as you let me do this again, I promise!"
"You little..." Evelyn ruffled her hair. "This stays strictly between us. You cannot tell anyone. Not your mother, not Chloe, nobody. Understand?"
"Obviously," Vivian thought smugly. "Okay!" she chirped aloud. "I promise! So... since I promised... can we do it again now? Please?"
"Absolutely not." Evelyn carefully disentangled herself, pulling Vivian up into a sitting position beside her. "You need to go home."
"Aww, but I don't want to leave you." Vivian leaned her head against Evelyn's shoulder. "Teacher... is this... is this love?"
"I... I don't know." Evelyn almost said 'no', but the memory of Vivian's intimate touch, that strange connection forged in shared taboo pleasure... it had shifted something. Vivian felt... different now. Important, in a confusing way.
"It is love! Right, Teacher? It is!" Vivian insisted brightly.
"Heh," Evelyn let out a soft chuckle. Might as well lean into the madness. "Yes, sweetie. It's love."
"Mwah!" Vivian planted a quick, enthusiastic kiss right on Evelyn's lips, then pressed back for a proper one. Evelyn didn't pull away. Couldn't quite figure out why she didn't want to. Young lips, soft and demanding, met hers. Hesitantly at first, then more boldly, their tongues tangled, exploring with a surprising tenderness. It lasted a long moment before they broke apart, both slightly breathless.
"Teacher," Vivian panted, "I love you."
"Oh, honey. You don't even know what love is yet."
"Yes, I do! And I know you're my girlfriend now!" Vivian declared triumphantly. "Wait, no... girlfriends call their boyfriends 'husband'... so I should call you 'wife'! Haha! Call me Husband, Teacher!"
"Husband? She's definitely got some tomboy ideas," Evelyn thought, bemused. "Husbands are boys, Vivian. You're a girl."
"Doesn't matter! Please? Call me Husband? Please, Wife?" Vivian wheedled, bouncing slightly.
Hearing 'Wife' sent another weird little thrill through Evelyn. Good lord, what was wrong with her? "Okay, okay, fine." She cleared her throat, feeling absurd. "...Husband."
"Wife!" Vivian beamed.
"Alright, alright, my little Husband," Evelyn sighed, pushing Vivian gently. "Time to go home for real now, before I have to call your mom."
"Aww." Vivian pouted.
Seeing her crestfallen face, Evelyn softened again. "Hey, it's only two days until Monday. You'll see me then."
"But I want to be with you always." Vivian surged forward for another lingering kiss.
"Ngh... it's just the weekend, Vivi. It'll go fast," Evelyn murmured against her lips.
"Okay, fine," Vivian sighed dramatically. "I just wish I could grow up faster."
"Why? What would you do then?"
"Then nobody could tell me what to do! I could stay with you forever!"
Evelyn smiled sadly. "Well... I'll wait for you to grow up, okay?"
"Okay!"
...
Leaving the school gates a few minutes later, they paused. "Goodbye," Vivian said formally, then mouthed silently, grinning: "Wife."
Evelyn just shook her head, managing a small smile. "Goodbye, Vivi."
Walking home alone, Vivian replayed the afternoon. High points, definitely. Points scored. But still... that lingering frustration. She'd achieved orgasm, sure, but not released. Not in the way George needed. Holding back felt... incomplete. Unhealthy, even. "Need an outlet," she mused. "Someone safe. Someone I can show... everything. Someone who won't freak out, who'll keep the secret..."
Her thoughts circled. Chloe? Too young, too conventional. Jessica? The stepsister dynamic was already weird. Her Dad? No way. Which left... Mom. Angela Quinn.
Her memories painted Angela as stunning. Voluptuous where Evelyn was slender. More mature, obviously, but just as beautiful. And the owner of an adult toy company? Definitely suggested a certain open-mindedness. According to the memories, Angela hadn't dated anyone since the divorce. Interesting. Getting her mother on board... sexually? The possibilities were staggering. Control, access, a built-in confidante who literally couldn't tell anyone... It was risky, but the potential payoff? Huge. The plan began forming as she walked. It had to be subtle. An 'accident'.
...
By the time she reached her upscale apartment building – a lavish penthouse flat, testament to her parents' earning power before the split (the flat went to Angela) – the plan was solid. Leverage Angela's fierce motherly protectiveness. Perfect.
She let herself in using the keypad. "Mom, I'm home!"
Angela emerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on an apron, a warm smile lighting her face. "Hey, sweetie! Back already? Miss me?"
"Totally!" Vivian replied, taking in the sight of her mother. Angela wore a simple, flowing white sundress that reached mid-calf, her long auburn hair tied back in a loose ponytail. But simple didn't mean plain. The dress had a surprisingly low neckline, revealing the tops of full breasts barely contained by a glimpse of purple lace – a demi-cup bra, Vivian's expert eye noted. No makeup, yet her skin was creamy and flawless. Compared to Evelyn's athletic build, Angela was all lush curves. A force of nature.
"Whatcha staring at, peanut? See a ghost?" Angela teased, noticing Vivian's fixed gaze.
"Mommy, you're so pretty," Vivian breathed, rushing forward to hug her tightly around the waist. Toned muscle under the soft fabric – Angela definitely worked out.
"Haha! Flatterer! Am I the prettiest mommy in the whole world?" Angela laughed, hugging her back.
"Yep!" Vivian mumbled into her stomach, inhaling Angela's faint, floral scent. God, the urge was already there.
"Okay, okay, go dump your bag. Dinner's almost ready."
"Okay!" Patience, Vivian told herself. Tonight.
Dinner was delicious – three dishes and soup, just for the two of them. They chatted easily, sharing mundane details about their day, Angela occasionally putting food onto Vivian's plate like she always did. Afterwards, they settled onto the huge, comfy sofa in the living room to watch Angela's beloved K-dramas, another routine.
Vivian snuggled close, head pillowed on Angela's ample bosom, luxuriating in the softness and warmth, breathing in her mother's scent. The closeness was making her squirm internally. "Okay. Showtime."
Slowly, deliberately, under the cover of the sofa throw blanket, she allowed her male anatomy to manifest. It sprang eagerly to attention, instantly hard. She shifted slightly, pressing the insistent bulge against Angela's upper thigh.
"Mm?" Angela murmured, distracted by the drama unfolding on screen. "What's that? Something's poking me, sweetie."
Bingo. Vivian feigned embarrassment, jumping up abruptly. "Uh! Nothing! Gotta pee!" She bolted towards the master bathroom.
"Everything okay?" Angela called after her, sounding slightly confused.
"Fine!" Vivian yelled back, already locking the door. She quickly shed her clothes, gazing down at the impressive erection straining beneath her belly button. She gave it a couple of reflexive strokes. "Almost there. Just hold on." She turned on the taps, filling the large jacuzzi tub. Slipping into the warm water, she took a deep breath, submerged herself briefly, then let out a piercing, terrified scream.
"AAAIIIEEE!"
Footsteps pounded down the hall. "Vivi?! Vivian, what's wrong?!" Angela burst through the bathroom door without knocking, finding Vivian huddled in the tub, water sloshing, arms wrapped tightly around her groin, face pale with (feigned) terror.
"Vivian! Honey, what is it?!" Angela rushed to the tub's edge, fear replacing confusion.
Vivian looked up, tears already brimming (easy to summon now). "Mommy..." she sobbed, voice trembling realistically. "I... I think there's something really... really wrong with me... I think I'm sick..."