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Every year on the day after Thanksgiving we went for a long drive in the country — our family’s annual Day Away, as we called it — getting as far as we could from the malls and all the crazy shoppers. Sometimes the weather was nice, and sometimes it wasn’t, but that didn’t matter. It was just fun to be out of the city, to be somewhere different.
At breakfast, Mommy brought up the idea again of Hannah and Lindsey accompanying us this year. It would have been nice to have them along, but as soon the subject was raised, Hannah told her they couldn’t go. She said their mums were taking them on a visit to see Lauren’s parents, who lived a couple of hours away. It was interesting that Hannah hadn’t said anything about that the night before. I suppose she’d just been too preoccupied then with staring at my mother in her sexy nightie.
“We’re spending two nights with them, coming back Sunday,” she told us now. “I wish we weren’t going, though. I wish we could come with you.”
“That’s nice, dear,” Mommy said, “we’d love to have you, both of you. But it’s important to spend time with your own family too. You’ll have other times with us, plenty of good times.”
So, shortly after breakfast Lindsey and Hannah said goodbye and walked back to their house, and we got set to go. Dana and Megan arrived not much later, along with Chelsea and Samantha in Megan’s car. We made a bunch of sandwiches, then loaded up both cars with picnic blankets, coolers with drinks, frisbees and other things to play with, and soon we were off.
It was a fun day, as always, although the weather didn’t exactly cooperate. It was fine in the morning, nice and sunny, though a little cool. But we found a great place to have our lunch, way out in the country, up on a hill under some trees, with a view of farms down below and a few cows peacefully grazing. There was a picnic table in a clearing, and that’s where we ate. We played frisbee and climbed the trees, and just generally goofed around for a while.
At around 2:00 or so, however, it suddenly got cloudy and then started to rain. So, we quickly packed up and drove on. In a nearby small town, we came upon an old movie theater that had two screens. One of them was showing How to Train Your Dragon, which we’d seen before but really liked and were happy to see again. The next showing was at 3:15, which was perfect timing, and that’s how we spent the rest of the afternoon.
When the movie was over, we started for home, stopping along the way for burgers and fries and shakes at an old-fashioned diner. We split up after supper, with Megan and Dana and their kids heading to Dana’s apartment for the night, and the rest of us going back to our house. I’d been kind of hoping that Megan and Samantha would spend the night with us, and maybe we’d all end up having sex, but that didn’t happen — not until the next day, that is!
* * *
It had already been planned that they would come over for breakfast the following morning, at 9:00, which they did. I was up by then, of course, and so was Mommy, and Molly too, but we had to roust Kate. She soon joined us, sleepy-eyed, and we enjoyed scrambled eggs and bacon, along with toast and orange juice and coffee.
As we ate, chatting about our fun time the day before, I noticed that Dana kept nudging Megan, who was sitting next to her. The tall 26-year-old redhead would blush and giggle each time, lowering her chin like a bashful teenager. Finally, when we were done eating, just as Kate and I got up to start clearing the table, Dana said, “Megan has an announcement to make.”
So, my sister and I sat down again to hear what it was.
Megan was blushing really deeply now and smiling hard, her eyes getting all crinkly like Samantha’s often would, but after a moment she raised her head, took a deep breath, and began, “Okay, um, well, last night, um, Dana and I had a long talk. She told me about, well, about everything, about you guys, the family, I mean, and what you do together. I, you know, I kind of already knew, or at least I was pretty sure that’s what was going on, but now I knew, and, um, well, I mean, it’s totally fine with me. And you don’t have to worry, I’ll never tell anyone, I promise.”
The young woman stopped and looked slowly around the table at us, one by one, apparently trying to gauge our reaction. I wasn’t really surprised, since I knew Dana was planning to talk with her about all this at some point. But it turned out that wasn’t the only announcement she had to make.
Dana nudged Megan again. “Go on,” she encouraged, “tell ‘em the rest.”
The pretty redhead nodded, licked her lips, and said, “Well, all right… so, uh, she and I talked for a while, and then, um, when Dana was telling me some of the things that, you know, that she does with you guys, and that you do with each other, I sort of started getting excited and, like, I was playing with myself, you know, starting to masturbate. And I thought probably Dana and I would have sex then, and that we might even do some of the — well, I haven’t told you about that yet, but maybe she has — I mean, sometimes we do a kind of a role-play thing, where one of us pretends to be a little girl, um, usually, you know, like, one of our daughters.”
She blushed again and looked down. It was obvious that this was difficult for her to say, even though she knew all the things our family had done, our rampant lesbian incest. But in spite of this, Megan still seemed to be having a hard time.
Mommy reached over and took her hand, squeezing it. “It’s all right, dear. You can tell us anything, you should know that by now, and we won’t judge you, not in the least. You’re among friends here, people who love you and accept you completely. You can tell us anything, everything, and that will never change — we’ll still love you just as much as ever. All right?”
Samantha, who was seated between them, wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, giving her a hug. That made Megan smile. After giving the little girl a kiss on the top of her head, she grinned at our mom. “Thanks, um, thanks for saying that. I do know, and I love you guys too, I really do.” With a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Dana, “Especially this one.”
The women shared a tender kiss, and we sighed happily as we watched them. Then Megan smiled at us, and continued, “Well, anyway, so, um, last night, the girls were still up, Samantha and Chelsea. They weren’t asleep yet, but that wasn’t a big deal — sometimes Dana and I have sex while the kids are awake, not right in front of them, you know, but not really trying to keep it a secret either. This time, though, Dana had a different idea. Instead of pretending that one of us was them, she said maybe we should actually have them right there in her bedroom, doing it with us. Of course, by then I already knew all the things she’d done with her daughter, and what you guys do too, but still I was, well, kind of surprised. Then she said maybe we should ask them about it, bring the girls in and talk to them, see what they thought, especially Samantha. And so we did.”
At this point, our mother cleared her throat and said, “Why don’t we go in the family room now? Let’s just toss these dishes in the sink, they can wait until later. I think we’re all anxious to hear what happened next, but it might be more comfortable listening in there, instead of in here.”
I suspected that what she meant by ‘more comfortable’ was actually ‘more conducive to having sex’, and I certainly approved of that idea! So, we quickly cleaned off the table and a few minutes later we were all seated in the family room. Dana and Megan were on the sofa, along with their two girls, Chelsea and Samantha. Mommy had Molly on her lap in one of the armchairs, and I was in the other chair with Kate perched on the padded arm.
Then we heard the story, the rest of the story. Megan explained how they brought the girls into the bedroom and talked to them briefly, and how they soon started kissing — the moms kissing each other initially while the kids watched, then the moms watching the two girls kiss, and then both mothers kissing their daughters. After that, as I knew from my own experience, it was only natural for them to have sex together. This was a first for 7-year-old Samantha, however. All she’d done up until then was some kissing. She’d also been with a group of girls while we were starting to masturbate, but that still wasn’t the same thing as having her pussy licked — especially by her own mom!
And that’s what we heard about next. Megan told us in detail what it was like for her to be making out with her little girl, naked in bed, kissing her, pushing her tongue into her mouth… and then going further, doing more than she’d ever done before, sliding her hand down between her legs, playing with her smooth pussy, finding her clit, getting the girl excited… and then finally putting her mouth down there, kissing and licking the child’s immature sex, tasting her, loving her, eating her… until at last Samantha began to squirm and squeal, growing very red in the face, panting and moaning… and Megan knew she was almost there. It was time for her daughter’s very first orgasm, with her mother sucking her pussy.
By this time, of course, nearly all of us were masturbating as we listened to Megan relate her sexy story. The only two who weren’t were Megan and Samantha — and that’s because the two of them weren’t playing with themselves, but with each other!!
As she told us what had taken place in Dana’s bedroom the night before, Megan actually began reenacting it, playing out the scene for our benefit, with Samantha happily going along. While we eagerly watched, our clothes started coming off, as did theirs as they demonstrated exactly what they’d done. Before long we were all naked, fingers working quickly between our legs while we crowded around to see the young redhead licking her child’s pussy, bringing her to climax once again, except in front of us this time.
When Samantha came, I came too. So did my mom and Kate and Dana. I’m not really sure about Molly or Chelsea. They might have had orgasms as well, but theirs were usually fairly quiet. With the others, as with me, there was definitely no mistaking it. We came very loudly.
After that, the frolicking ensued, a wonderful lesbian orgy involving three mothers and five daughters. As you know, I’d been looking forward to this for the longest time, ever since I first met cute little Samantha and her super hot mom. Often when I masturbated in bed at night over the previous couple of months, I had pictured Megan nude with those incredibly long gorgeous legs wrapped around my head. Or I’d imagine Samantha in front of me, spread wide open, her tiny hairless pussy so pink and perfect and just waiting for me to lick it. I’d brought myself to climax plenty of times with those arousing fantasies.
And now I could actually do all the things I’d fantasized about. I had sex with both Megan and Samantha that day, as did everyone else, I’m pretty sure. I don’t think anyone wanted to miss out. We had twosomes and threesomes and foursomes, kissing and fingering and licking, humping and tribbing and grinding, coming almost every way you can imagine, over and over again. The dishes had to wait in the sink for a long time.
* * *
Several hours later, with everyone exhausted, worn out, completely spent, pussies getting a little sore but also feeling very good after countless orgasms, we eased off on the cavorting for a while — but only a short while. We put some clothes back on (a few of us did, anyway), cleaned up the kitchen, made a late lunch, and then spent the rest of the afternoon playing board games and Legos and watching movies and having sex.
Yes, we continued having sex, although now it was sort of interspersed between our other activities. We might watch TV for a bit, then eat pussy, then have a snack, then eat pussy, then do some chores, then eat pussy, then play a video game, then eat pussy, and so on. Just your normal average Saturday afternoon at home with the family.
This was interrupted at around 5:00 when the phone rang. I answered it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Julie?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Hi, it’s Karen.”
“Oh, hi, Karen. Um, how was your trip to New Jersey?”
“It was awful. That’s why I’m calling you. I’m sorry to bother you, but I didn’t have anyone else I could talk to. Is this a good time?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. I’m glad you called. I like talking to you.”
So, Karen and I spoke for about a half hour, and I learned the whole miserable story. It seems that Miranda’s parents, both in their late fifties, were conservative, religious, and quite traditional in their outlook on things. Miranda, perhaps naively, expected them to be accepting of her lesbian relationship with a 17-year-old high school senior. They weren’t. Although her parents didn’t actually kick them out of the house, they refused to allow the two of them to share the same bedroom. Karen had to sleep on the couch.
After two days of enduring cold shoulders, with occasional attempts at conversation that always ended in bitter arguments, they gave up and came back home. Karen, it sounded like, was nearly in tears as she finished telling me about it. She said poor Miranda was taking it even harder.
That’s when I had an idea. “Um, maybe she should talk to my mom — Miranda, I mean. That might make her feel better. My mom’s pretty good at stuff like that, you know, listening to people with problems and talking to them and stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Karen sniffed.
“Is she, like, there now?”
“Well, yeah, but she’s laying down, taking a nap with the baby.”
“Okay, so, maybe I’ll ask my mom to call her later tonight, or maybe tomorrow or something. Would that be okay? She has the number.”
“Yeah, I think that’d be fine. Thanks a lot, Julie. I’m sorry again to bother you.”
“It’s no bother, really it’s not. You’re, like, almost part of the family, you know?”
That made her laugh. “No, I’m not. But thanks anyway for saying that. It does make me feel better.”
“Your own parents are still cool about it, aren’t they?” I asked. “About you and Miranda, I mean?”
“Yeah, they’re fine. I don’t think they’re crazy about it, but it’s not like they’re on my case or anything.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah, it is. Okay, well, I guess maybe I’ll see you on Monday.”
“All right. But call me again if you need to talk, okay? Anytime, no matter when. I mean it.”
“Thanks. You’re a great friend. And really sexy too.”
“Not as sexy as you are,” I giggled.
As soon as we hung up, I went to find my mom so I could tell her what had happened. But when I found her, she was in Molly’s bedroom, lying naked on her back on the bed with Samantha sitting on her face. Chelsea and Molly were between our mother’s legs, eagerly licking her pussy. Dana and Megan were standing nearby and watching, both masturbating. The only one not there was Kate. I’d left her downstairs in the family room, fucking herself with her vibrator while watching one of Dana’s old lesbian porn videos.
The news about Karen and Miranda would keep for a while, no problem. I stuck my hand inside my panties and played with my clit. When I saw Samantha coming in Mommy’s mouth a few minutes later, that put me over the top. Dana, who’d already had at least one orgasm as we watched, came at the same time, as did Megan.
My mother didn’t climax then. But after Samantha crawled off her face, and Megan and Dana took her and Chelsea into Mommy’s bedroom for more naughty fun, I knelt on the bed next to Molly.
“She has such a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” I said to my little sister.
“Yeah, she does,” Molly grinned. “I really like it.”
“Me too. But you know what I think she wants? I think she’d like it if you put your fingers inside her. I’ll suck Mommy’s clit while you fuck her with your fingers, okay?”
“Okay.”
“In fact, I’ll bet you could get your whole hand inside her. You know, like you did before that one time. You want to try it again?”
“Yeah, I do!”
So, Molly fisted our mother and I sucked her clit and together we helped her reach a couple of huge screaming orgasms. Meanwhile, the other two moms played sexy games with their own young daughters in the room next door, and Kate fucked herself silly with the vibrator while watching porn.
* * *
It’s kind of embarrassing to admit this, but I actually forgot about my conversation with Karen until maybe an hour later. By then, we were getting pretty hungry, so we got out the leftovers from Thanksgiving and enjoyed that for dinner.
After swallowing a big bite of a delicious turkey sandwich with cranberry sauce, I told Mommy what Karen had told me. She shook her head, frowning slightly. “That’s a shame, such a shame. I know it’s awfully hard for some people, but after all, their own daughter… just so sad. Well, I’m glad Karen got in touch with you, anyway. I’ll try calling Miranda, see if I can help.”
She got up from the table, leaving her dinner half-eaten, and went to the phone. The rest of us continued chowing down and finished eating while our mother was still talking to Miranda. She was in another room, so we couldn’t hear the conversation, but it went on for a long time. Dana and Megan said they would take care of the dishes that night, and we were just helping them clear the table when Mommy came back into the dining room.
“That poor girl,” she said, shaking her head.
“Do you want the rest of your dinner?” I asked, her plate in my hand.
“No, that’s all right, honey, you can put it away. I’ll take it to work on Monday for lunch.”
“How about some coffee?” Dana offered.
“Yes, thank you, that would be nice.” Our mother sat down again at her place, looking distracted, still shaking her head.
I wrapped up her leftover food and put it in the refrigerator. Then I went back and sat next to my mom, taking her hand. “What did she say?”
Mommy smiled at me, love in her eyes. Before replying, she leaned over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Then she said, “Well, probably most of the same things Karen said to you, about how awful their holiday visit to New Jersey was. But she also talked a bit about her childhood and her teenage years, being confused about her sexual identity, letting boys do what they wanted with her but never feeling it was really what she wanted, just being unsure about everything. Poor kid. She really needs someone to talk to.”
“She has Karen,” I said.
“Yes, that’s right, and Karen is a darling girl. I’m sure she does the best she can. But she’s still just a girl, without a lot of life experience. Anyway,” she said as she squeezed my hand, smiling again, “I asked them all to come over tomorrow, for brunch at noon. We’ll have Miranda and her kids, and Karen too. What do you think, shall we make those sticky cinnamon buns you guys like so much? We have yeast, don’t we?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we do.”
“Good, and I know we have pecans. That’ll be nice… and, hmm, maybe a quiche too, or would that be too much?”
“No, I think that’d be fine.”
“Excellent. All right, so, in the morning you and I will do some baking. But for now…”
My mother gazed into my eyes, licking her lips. “For now, how about if we go upstairs and get in bed, just you and me… I’m not sure I could actually handle any more sex, but I sure would like to make out with my darling lover for a nice long while.”
“I’d like that, Mommy. I love making out with you.”
And that’s what we did. We left everyone else behind and went upstairs, just the two of us, to spend a couple of hours kissing and fondling. It made me so happy to be with her that way.
Eventually, of course, my mom and I did have sex. That was pretty much inevitable, but it was slow and tender this time, unhurried, with only the lightest licking on sensitive clits, fingers gently circling the moist openings to our vaginas, nothing rough or fast or hard — but oh my god, the orgasms were still incredibly intense, maybe even more than usual because we kept delaying them, staying right on the edge, building up the pressure inside until it was almost unbearable.
The others, meanwhile, played their own sexy games. I’m not sure what they did, since I wasn’t there, but I have no doubt they had plenty of fun.
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