Tell her

"Weelllll," you say. "I didn't fuck your mom." You can't think of a good way to put it. Then again, it's hard to explain to your best friend that you just had her mother's tongue between your legs.

"Whatever," she says. "Did you and my mom hook up? I hear her down there with guys sometimes, and I could swear I just heard you down there." She looks you up and down. "I mean, look at you. You're a mess."

You really are. Your blouse is messed up and your jeans are all wrinkled. That's not to mention your hair and the redness of your skin. Anyone could tell that you've just had an orgasm, and Emily knows you better than anyone else.

"Yeah, we did," you admit. "Is that okay?"

Emily looks somehow surprised and not surprised at the same time. She stays seated, looking out the window to avoid looking you in the eye. "Yeah," she says. "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just a little weird."

You certainly understand that. You feel weird, and not just because of the long pleasure session you just had. You remember Liz baking you and Emily cookies at a young age, and now she's the first woman you've ever been with.

"Was it good?" she asks.

"Yeah," you say cautiously.

"Really good?"

You feel a little weird answering these questions. "Yeah," she said. "She really knows her stuff."

Emily sighs. "I figured. She's fucked half the neighbourhood, so she would have to by now."

You can still feel a tingling in your pussy, and it's still a little bit hard to stand, so you take a seat at the kitchen table opposite from where Emily is sitting.

"Is it weird if I want her to show me how to do it?" Emily says. She's normally so confident, you've never seen her anxious like this. Her question makes you think of those mother-daughter pornos where the fake mom 'teaches' her fake daughter how to give blowjobs. No doubt Emily got the idea from the same pornos. You know how much porn she watches.

"I don't think it's that weird," you say. "What're moms for, right?" You both laugh awkwardly.

"I think I might ask her to show me some tricks," she says.

"Like a mother-daughter bonding activity?" you laugh.

"Yeah, haha," Emily says, returning to her old upbeat self for a moment. "Like a parental bonding day, but you're bonding over your love of orgasms." She grins. "You remember when we stole her vibrator that night?"

You laugh. "Jesus, I totally forgot about that," you said. "Did she ever call you out on it?

"Nah, but I'm sure she knew," she says. "I washed it before and after, to be clear."

"Not that it'll matter if she's teaching you how to fuck."

"My God," she says. "I can't believe I'm actually thinking about this!"