After sometime of allowing Tina to adjust and relax she was moving faster and harder, making sure there was still plenty of lube down below.

“Uggh… uhhhh… uhhh” Tina groans, a very strong sensation building in her. “Faster… harder” she pants.

Bette was so close. She hears Tina and begins to pound harder, taking her lover. Within minutes they are both in their own little worlds, their orgasms building at the same time. Then it happens, Bette first, followed by Tina, as Bette falls down on to her lover, the waves, crashing, again and again. Both of them moaning, never having experienced something so all consuming.

At some point over the next 20 minutes, Bette slowly pulled out and discarded the strap on, weakly pulling Tina to her. They both drift off into a deep sleep. Exhausted from their multiple orgasms.

Hours later they both wake, both feeling like they’ve been through the wars – Tina more so then Bette. When they finally both open their eyes and get eye contact, all they can do is laugh. The two of them lay there suffering from a severe case of the giggles.

For the rest of the evening Tina is confined to the bed, with Bette bringing her food and drink, and of course allowing her a toilet break. They spend most of the evening, discussing the horrendous things Bette had done, and a few things that they’d still like to try. Eventually they both fall asleep, Bette protectively holding her girl.

The following morning… Tina quickly leaps up “I have 3 missed calls and a voicemail from my mum.” She quickly dials her voicemail, immediately concerned. She begins to pace the room, as the voicemail plays itself. A few missed calls often meant an emergency,

“Oh shit” she says moments later, closing her phone.

“What is it?” Bette leaps up. “Is everything OK?”

“Yes fine, fine. Well, kind of…” Tina looks up at Bette, “She is in town next week, and wants to come visit”

“As in stay here?” Bette asks, wide eyed.

“I don’t know maybe” Tina cringes.

“OK, it’s OK we can do this” Bette tries to reassure Tina, and herself.

“She’s said she can’t wait to meet you” Tina offers, slightly suspicious.

“Yes, well she may feel very differently when she knows her little girl is sleeping in my bed”

“Oh shit”, Tina looks in the direction of the spare bedroom.

“You were going to have to tell her at some point”

“I know, I know”

“Come here, it will be all right” Bette pulls Tina in hugging her gently. Tina allows herself to be embraced, already beginning to plan out her speech. “Mum, I like women. And Bette is not my landlady she is my girlfriend. There easy.” She says, her head resting on Bette’s shoulder.

“Hunny relax, we have time, when does she arrive?” Bette asks, rubbing Tina’s back.

“Monday” Tina says stunned.

“Right” Bette says looking to the floor at the previous nights discarded sex toys. “Monday it is”.

Tina pulls back as the pair of them look to each other desperately searching for a solution.

What they didn’t know was that Mrs. Kennard had been planning this trip for sometime. Her daughter had become somewhat allusive over the last month, and it was her duty as a mother (in her opinion anyway) to know exactly what her children were up to at all times – the fact that her daughter was near approaching 30 was of no consequence to Katherine Kennard. Catching Tina off guard was her intention. 24 hours notice should be sufficient, she tells herself smiling as she packs up the last of her suitcase…