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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 86

  • Posted on April 27, 2017 at 7:32 pm

The Good News, the Wedding, and the Seduction

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

The night before we left on our flight to Amsterdam for the wedding, Jenna got a call that brought both sadness and utter joy. Carmen, Clare’s younger sister, called to say that Clare had been arrested for attempted blackmail, extortion, and raping a female minor. I was sad for Carmen, who loved her sister despite her many problems, but I was thrilled that my long-time enemy had finally gotten what she deserved.

According to Carmen, Clare had attempted to blackmail a professor for both good grades and cash. She had stayed after a class that was held at night in what was a mostly deserted building at that time of the evening. She stayed to talk to the professor, and after talking to him for about a half hour about how she might improve her grade, she told him that if he didn’t give her an “A” in the class, along with $10,000, she would tell the police he had raped her when she’d stayed for help with the class.

The professor went along with her, pretending to agree to her demands. However, when she came to collect the money, she was met by the police instead. Not only that, but she was stupid enough to have a video in her car that she had made of her forcing a little girl to bring her to an orgasm. The girl had cried and said she didn’t want to do it, but Clare threatened to kill the girl’s cat if she didn’t.

It was likely Clare would be going to prison for quite a long time. I was sad for her family, but I had always known that girl had something terribly wrong with her. I was also very upset about the little girl Clare had forced to do things to her. I had never forced anyone into sex and never would. Yes, I had successfully seduced a few, but they were always willing to play with me, and every single one of them enjoyed what we did.

Clare’s tactics made me sick to my stomach. She was nineteen, so she couldn’t hide behind being a minor. Carmen had said Clare had been offered a deal by the DA: 10 years for the blackmail and another 15 for the child molestation charge. The DA was refusing to run the sentences concurrently, insisting on having them run consecutively instead. That meant that she would have to serve a total of 25 years for both charges, especially since two other girls had come forward alleging the same things that were on the video. She wouldn’t be up for parole for at least 18 years, according to Carmen.

I was also sorry that someone who could have been nice to people had chosen to be sadistic to them instead. As I said, she had something drastically wrong with her personality. She just wasn’t right. She seemed to delight in the misery of others. Carmen was nothing like her, and while I was sad for Carmen, I also knew she wouldn’t have to put up with the ugliness Clare had forced upon her own sister. I thought that in the long run, Carmen would end up happy her sister was no longer there.

That night Lisa and I talked about Clare for the last time. We were both happy she could no longer cause us any more problems, but we were also sad that she had chosen the path she did. We’ve not spoken of Clare since that day. We were rid of her, and that was that.

The following morning we all rose early to catch our flight, which left Los Angeles International at 1:45 that afternoon. We would be flying to Amsterdam non-stop on United Airlines, arriving at 9:05 the following morning, over ten hours of flying time and through multiple time zones, which accounted for the overnight aspect of the flight. The wedding would take place the following afternoon in the hotel where we would be staying, the Hotel Andaz Prinsengracht. That was not far from the Anne Frank House and Museum, which I’d always wanted to visit. We would be checking out of our hotel three days later, allowing everyone to enjoy the beautiful city. From there, Lisa and I would fly to London on British Airways, while everyone else flew back to Los Angeles, which was nine hours earlier than it was in Amsterdam. Those flights would land in Los Angeles only about three hours later than they took off due to gaining the nine hours flying west.

The flight to Amsterdam was uneventful, which made Mom really happy, but it was LONG! I thought we’d never get there. Lisa and I had chosen to wear identical wedding gowns. We’d picked them out and had them shipped to the hotel a week earlier to avoid having to worry about them on the flight. The hotel had agreed to have them pressed and ready for us when we arrived.

The gowns were a pastel blue, the color of the sky when there are thin clouds softening the stark blue color of a clear sky. The veils were silk lace, and the A-line dresses were tulle with tulle lace trains. We had decided on sleeveless gowns, but we wore long blue gloves that were a shade darker than the dresses.

In other words, they were gorgeous!

I had balked for the required ten seconds about the costs of the wedding, but Mom assured me it was fine, so I didn’t think about it again.

When we arrived at the hotel, we were exhausted from the trip. Mom had insisted that Lisa and I not share a room until after the wedding, saying it was bad luck to see each other the day of the wedding until we walked down the aisle. Mom walked me, and Lisa’s mom walked her. We flipped a coin to see who would walk first. Lisa won the toss, so she got her choice, which was to walk first. Thus, she became the “groom” and I became the “bride,” since the “groom” is the one waiting for the “bride” to appear and walk down the aisle.

Just because we weren’t staying in the same room, however, didn’t mean we didn’t talk on the phone. We kept the room phones occupied all the day we arrived and into the night. I was too nervous for sex, a miracle unto itself, so while we considered phone sex, we never actually did anything until after the wedding.

Then July 8 was here at last. At some point during the hectic wedding day, I managed to grab a bite to eat, a sandwich and a beer. Then I promptly threw up from nerves. Lisa told me she hadn’t eaten anything for fear she might throw up in the middle of the ceremony. We really chowed down after it, though. It was fully catered and the food was delicious.

The ceremony was quick and beautiful. Both Lisa and I joined nearly everyone else and cried throughout the wedding, each having difficulty reading the vows we had written. Then, as quickly as it began,it was over.

After pictures and such, we changed clothes and partied and danced until late that night. We both got quite drunk and nearly had sex in the middle of the room where we had the reception. That would not have gone over well, especially since Lisa’s dad was there. It was kind of funny, really. He was the only male in the entire wedding party. Every single other person at our wedding was female. Lisa had invited her uncle, but he and his family couldn’t make the trip with the exception of Lisa’s cousins, Joanne and Crystal, who were bridesmaids in the wedding, along with Rachel, who was Lisa’s maid of honor, of course.

I’d never met Joanne and Crystal, but I liked them. Joanne was seventeen and Crystal fifteen. To say they were cute would be a vast understatement. I could feel my pussy getting wet just watching them dance.

During our featured slow dance, our first of the reception, I asked Lisa about them.

“Are they at least bi?” I whispered in her ear.

“Who?” Lisa asked.

“Your cousins.”

“I don’t know, really.”

“What do you know?”

“I know they have each been with a girl, but I don’t know if they’re still into it.”

“Oh? Who?” I asked, my hopes rising.

“I’ve done it before with Joanne, and Rachel’s done it with Crystal, but that was a couple of years ago.”

“Did you all do it together?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“No. Joanne and I were in our room, and Rachel and Crystal did it down at the beach.”

“I take it Rachel told you about her encounter?”

“Yeah. We wanted to see if we could get together for a foursome, but that never happened.”

“How old were you all?” I asked, wanting to picture it.

“Let’s see. I was fifteen, so Joanne would have been fourteen. That would make Rachel and Crystal thirteen and twelve, respectively.”

My mind seemed to explode with the images that were rolling around in my head.

“So you don’t know if they ever did it together?” I asked.

“Nope. It only happened that one summer when they visited for a couple of days.”

“I would have thought you would be closer with them since you had them as bridesmaids.”

“We’re close. We just never had an opportunity after that, and the next time they visited, Joanne acted like we’d never done anything together. I think she may have been sort of embarrassed by it.”

I glanced over at Joanne, who was watching us intently. “I guess she might be remembering that time with you now. After all, we don’t hide that we’re lesbians.”

Lisa laughed. I looked at the crowd that had gathered around us to watch our first “official” dance together as a married couple. There were smiles and soft chatter. They could see Lisa and I were talking about something that was amusing to us both. I got Jenna’s eye and tried to cut my eyes over towards Joanne and Crystal, who stood together watching us dance. I wanted her to start up a conversation with them if she could.

She didn’t understand my eye motions, though. Either that or she didn’t notice them. She just stood where she was and smiled at us. Love seemed to be emanating from every pore of her body.

The song ended and I kissed my wife. She was happy to kiss her wife back. Our tongues became busy until Mom came up to us and said, “Okay, you two. That can wait until you’re in your room.” She was smiling, but she meant it. She didn’t want us to make a spectacle of ourselves in front of people who weren’t as used to a spectacle like the one Lisa and I could give them.

Lisa made her way to the booze and I went straight to Lisa’s cousins.

The way Joanne was looking at me told me she had been fantasizing about me. She might as well have worn a sign announcing she was interested in a little game of sixty-nine with her cousin’s wife. Crystal was all giggles and stares. Perhaps they had discussed me during the dance when I was discussing them?

“So,” Joanne began, “you’re a lesbian.”

I laughed. “Well, if I’m not, I just made a huge mistake.”

She and Crystal laughed at that, and I noticed while we talked that Joanne’s gaze kept dropping to my cleavage. Not that I have much of one, but what I did have, she was interested in.

Lisa walked up, some sort of mixed drink in her hand.

“Having a drink?” I asked. “And you didn’t bring me one?”

“I didn’t know what you’d like. There’s a full bar. And this is already my second one. Maybe you should catch up.”

Damn. She must have downed the first one rather fast. I’d only been separated from her for about two minutes.

“I’ll get you one,” Crystal said, all eyes and smiles. “Whatcha want?”

“I’ll have a rum and coke,” I said, and she was off, leaving me marveling at how this girl was so eager to do for me. Then it hit me. She was obviously nursing a big crush on me. She was fifteen now, certainly old enough to recognize desire when she experienced it.

We chatted for a bit until Crystal returned. “I got you a triple. Now Lisa has to catch up to YOU!” she said.

I tasted the drink and nearly gagged. It was almost pure rum. Oh, well, I thought. Down the hatch! I tipped the glass back and downed it without stopping.

“I think my wife is intent on getting drunk tonight,” Lisa said. “That’s good. I didn’t want to get drunk all by myself.”

A minute later, Crystal was there with another rum and coke for me. This one a double. I grinned at her eager face. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me.”

She giggled nervously, her blond hair quivering with delight. Only a fool could not see that I’d basically hit the nail on the head.

I leaned over to her after downing that second drink, now having consumed the equivalent of five mixed drinks. I whispered in her ear, “While I do plan to get drunk, you don’t have to get me drunk to take advantage of me.” I leaned back unsteadily and she was blushing. I leaned in again.

“Do you know I’m the best pussy licker in Europe?” I whispered to her, leaning down to her ear again to avoid anyone else hearing me.

“No,” she said, giggling.

“I suppose you’ll want me to prove it,” I said and laughed. I was already fairly drunk, and somehow I had obtained yet another double rum and coke. I was well on my way to becoming shit-faced, as was Lisa.

She giggled again. I looked at my wife, and she was extremely close to Joanne, nearly rubbing herself against her.

I looked back at Crystal, who had a drink for herself. I wondered if it contained alcohol. I leaned close to her and found I could smell rum on her breath. She was getting rather tipsy herself. I said, “Lisa tells me you and Rachel got intimate a few years back.”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open in amazement. “How did she know about that?”

“I would assume Rachel told her. But that’s okay, Lisa also told me she and your sister did the dirty deed as well.”

“Yeah, I know about that.”

I may have been drunk, but I figured out easily enough how she’d known that. “Joanne told you, right?”

“Yeah. We share everything.” Her gaze told me she didn’t just mean their clothes.

I looked at Joanne and said to Crystal, “Is your sister a good pussy licker too?”

“Uh-huh, but not as good as me,” the girl said. She was breathing rather unsteadily, and I wanted to kiss her but was not drunk enough to do that in front of the entire wedding party. Then she said, “I guess you’ll want me to prove that.”

Then Lisa and Joanne were there. Lisa said, “Joanne and I have been rehashing old times together, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” I said. “I was just talking to Crystal here about those old times she had with your sister.”

“Joanne says she wants to see our honeymoon suite,” Lisa said and looked at Crystal. “What about you? Do you want to see our honeymoon suite?” Crystal nodded. The girl was so turned on, I thought she might just come right there.

Lisa looked into my eyes. “Shall we show them?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I hope nobody comes looking for us.”

 “I don’t know if anyone will come looking for us,” Lisa said, “but they might when they find us.” We all laughed loudly st her play on words.

“They’ll get quite an eyeful if they do,” Joanne said through her laughter.

Lisa looked around and said, “Cheryl and I will leave first, as if we”re just going to our room for a minute. People will probably think we went to have sex, which of course we are. You two wait two minutes and follow us. We’re in suite 7 on the third floor. Just knock.”

Lisa took my hand and we departed for our suite. When we got there, we stripped our clothes and waited. A few minutes later, a tentative knock sounded at the door. I opened the door, standing there totally nude in the open doorway. If anyone had walked by they would have seen me revealed to the world. Of course, I didn’t care.

Crystal’s hands flew to her face as she gasped. Joanne pushed her into the room and soon we had them naked as well.

Crystal was very petite. She had small boobs, barely an A-cup. Joanne’s boobs were bigger, but not by much. She was also taller than her younger sister.

“So, confession time,” I said. “You two do it together, don’t you?”

“All the time,” Joanne said. “Ever since that time we visited and we did it with Lisa and Rachel.”

Lisa and I pushed them down onto the bed and started making out with them. For fourteen, Crystal was quite a good kisser. She knew how to use her tongue, moving it enough to be seductive without making it a tongue race, which is common in younger girls who feel their tongue must be in constant fast motion.

I began touching Crystal’s pussy, feeling how wet and ready the young girl was for sex. She reached out for my cunt and began fingering me expertly. She was really a very good lover. She plunged her middle finger inside my flooded vagina while flicking my clit with her thumb. Joanne had taught her well.

I decided I wanted to trib with her, so I got her to sit up and press her pussy against my mound, her body perpendicular to mine. We rubbed against each other and I could feel the wonderful friction sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. My orgasm was mounting and soon I lunged against her as it began from deep within my pussy. She joined me soon after and we lay with each other, panting and doing our best to cool down a bit before we had to get dressed and return to the party that was being given for Lisa and me.

The passage of time since we’d disappeared struck me. I was sure people would be looking for us, and they would almost certainly notice that Joanne and Crystal were missing as well. Of course, everyone there with the exception of Dr. Brown, Lisa’s father, would know exactly what had happened, but I didn’t want Dr. Brown to know we had seduced his nieces.

Lisa and Joanne had opted for a sixty nine, and Crystal and I watched as they approached their orgasms. They looked lovely together, and I felt a sudden wave of love for my wife.

Then that hit me. My wife. We were married, at least as far as the Netherlands was concerned. It was legal there, if not in our own country. Tears of utter joy filled my eyes. I wasn’t sure if the alcohol had assisted in producing those tears, but I don’t think so. I was so much in love I could not hide it.

The moment Lisa and Joanne were finished, I moved to Lisa and took her in my arms and kissed her. The sisters noticed this and did the same thing. Soon, they were at each other, pawing each other’s flesh and generally working toward another orgasm. They were soon in their own sixty-nine and Lisa and I left them there as they licked and sucked each other’s mound, giving each other the ultimate pleasure available to man or woman. I loved watching the sisters making love, but we both knew we had to get back.

I got Joanne’s attention. “Just make sure the door closes when you leave,” I said, and we left them there in the throes of ecstasy.

Entering the large room where the reception was being held, we were met immediately by Marie.

“Everyone was wondering what happened to you two,” she said, looking and speaking mostly to me. “I told your mom you were probably off fucking somewhere.”

I smiled at her. “Very astute of you,” I said, smiling mischievously.

“Then someone noticed Lisa’s cousins were missing too, and I figured you all four had gone off to fuck,” Marie said. “I just thought I’d let you know I’m jealous.” She smiled at me, and I knew she was just kidding. Well, half way kidding, at least. I knew she would have jumped at the chance to get into either Joanne’s or Crystal’s pants.

Then my mom was there, along with Lisa’s mom. “Did you two go off and fuck Lisa’s cousins?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. It was no use trying to deny it. “Mom, they wanted it. Bad. Who was I to deny them such pleasure?”

Donna, Lisa’s mom, grew pale, apparently unaware her nieces were like that. “Where are they now?” she asked.

I figured she might as well know.

“We left them still in our suite in a sixty-nine,” I said.

Donna stood there for a moment, seeming to make a decision. Then she looked at Lisa. “May I borrow your room key?” she said.

“Sure,” Lisa said with a smirk.

Before Donna walked away in the direction of our suite, she said to Lisa, “Not a word to your father about this. Just tell him I said I had a headache and wanted to lie down for a while alone in the room.”

We all watched Donna walk across and out of the large room. Then looking at each other, we laughed.

It seemed we had a total convert to our way of life.

Continue on to Chapter 87

 

The Wedding

  • Posted on April 27, 2017 at 12:01 pm

By April

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in October 2005 }

Three people gathered in the large comfortable living room to take part in a private ceremony. A girl and a woman stood next to each other while a second woman stood before them. The ceremony’s forbidden nature ensured its secrecy; it was a marriage between mother and daughter.

“I, Cheryl Ward, take you, Kelsey Ward to be my wife, my constant friend, my faithful partner and my love from this day forward. In the presence of God, our family and friends, I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow. I promise to love you unconditionally, to support you in your goals, to honor and respect you, to laugh with you and cry with you, and to cherish you for as long as we both shall live.”

Cheryl smiled with happiness; her eyes glistened with tears of pride as she spoke the words of love and commitment to her nine-year-old daughter. The wonderful creature with the key to her heart flashed back a smile of adoration before turning to face the lady who stood before them, her mother’s best and dearest friend Sarah.

Sarah, an attractive woman of 33, took in the sight of mother and daughter. Cheryl was a tall willowy woman of 32 with long auburn hair that dropped down to the small of her back in rich lustrous waves. Her emerald eyes sparkled with beauty and intelligence and made her want to dive in and love her again. And of course she had, Cheryl and Sarah had been lovers for five years and it had been happy up to a point. Cheryl was bisexual but her predilection for women didn’t match her craving for young girls, and it had come as a shock when Cheryl had opened her heart and told her. Cheryl’s husband had died seven years ago in an accident at work leaving the girl without a father, so Cheryl had been both mother and father to her and eventually more.

Sarah had entertained suspicions ever since Cheryl had made her confession, she had wondered with what might be described as horrified fascination whether mother and daughter might embark on something unspeakable. Now looking back, she realised that’s why Cheryl had told her, she had fed her the hint on purpose to soften the real blow. A softer landing? Some chance! She found the idea disgusting; it was something she could never come to terms with.

They had all lived together quite happily — or so she had thought — at Cheryl’s house; Kelsey had her own room while Sarah and her mother slept together. The very thought of them having sex behind her back whenever she was out made her weep. She’d threatened to walk out, called her a pervert and any number of names, but had stayed. Cheryl had pleaded for forgiveness, and stranger still, she had given it. Oh yes, she had cried and screamed at her but Cheryl had just stood there with a bowed head and eventually she knew it was no good, there was nothing she could do.

In the end, Sarah had forgiven her. An end to their lovemaking was bad enough, she didn’t want to lose her friendship too even though her heart was being torn apart. She left and moved in to the home she’d shared with her husband before she met Cheryl.

There were so many things she would miss. Sex with Cheryl had been something to die for. Her energy in bed had literally taken her breath away, and the music of her cries had filled the room. She wondered if it was the same with Kelsey. She felt her eyes moistening as she realised it would be even more so with her. She tried to imagine what it would be like between them but decided to quit the line of thought; it was far too hurtful, even now.

All that was nearly a year ago, and although it still hurt at times, she had always loved little Kelsey and it gave her pleasure to see the happiness she shared with her mother even if she found it hard to accept the form of love they practiced together. Life had moved on for her too, she had found a good man and was happy with things. They were all friends again — good friends, and that was fine. In fact that’s why Cheryl and Kelsey had asked Sarah to witness their wedding, no one else meant as much to them or could be trusted with the secret of their forbidden bond.

Sarah switched her gaze to Kelsey, a smaller replica of her mother. She wore an elegant satin bodice that hugged her slender frame, while the neckline and waistline were trimmed with pretty pearls. The effect was topped off with an ivory-coloured sash tied into a bow round her back. Sarah didn’t think she had ever seen a prettier little girl. She wore a soulful expression as she listened to her mother speak her vows and it sat well on her heart-shaped face. It made her look solemn yet beautiful. Her hair was different from Cheryl’s, however; it was blonde and straight and swept down her back in a silky wave that made Sarah envious when she compared it with her own curly locks.

She turned her head and her eyes alighted on Cheryl; she sent a silent message of support before moving back to Kelsey with whom she repeated the same. Clearing her throat slightly and while still looking at her, she spoke the words they had previously agreed upon.

“Do you, Kelsey, take Cheryl to be your wedded partner?”

Kelsey gulped a little and took a deep breath as she began speaking the words she had been rehearsing every spare moment of the week.

“I, Kelsey, take you, Cheryl to be my life partner, loving what I know of you, and trusting what I do not yet know. I eagerly anticipate the chance to grow together, getting to know you — the woman — and falling in love a little more every day. I promise to love and cherish you through whatever life may bring us.”

Near to tears herself, Sarah took a tiny gold diamond ring from her skirt pocket and handed it to Cheryl, who held it in her hand with a look of wonder before gently placing it on the wedding finger of her daughter’s hand.

Sarah concluded the ceremony. “Then I now pronounce you a married couple.”

“Oh Mum… we’re married,” declared the awed voice of her daughter.

“Yes, my darling, you’re my wife now, for ever and ever amen.”

They stayed like that for some time, looking into each other’s eyes with more love than you could imagine until Sarah cleared her throat.

“Ahem. You may now kiss the bride.” Then she laughed. “Although of course you are both the bride, technically speaking.”

They both joined in the laughter for a moment until Cheryl bent down and joined her lips to Kelsey’s in an open mouthed kiss that threatened to melt the paste holding up the wallpaper. Cheryl’s larger mouth engulfed the dainty lips of her daughter’s in a wet seeking embrace as she forced her tongue in between and found the back of her mouth. It was a kiss that didn’t seem like ending, at least not in the next few moments, so Sarah smiled and headed for the kitchen to fill her glass with some of the champagne that had been opened especially for the occasion.

As soon as Kelsey heard Sarah leave, she slid a devilish hand under her mother’s dress and pushed the dress up to her waist. Then she slid her hand up her stockings and onto her thighs. The flesh was warm, and the heat increased as she flattened her palm against the thin lace of her panties and squeezed them into the groove of her mother’s sex.

Cheryl moaned in her throat and hunkered down onto her hand, they hadn’t made love for nearly a week, it was, explained Cheryl, a good way of making the honeymoon night something very special, but it took all of her strength to remove her daughter’s hand from between her legs and kneel down next to her.

“Later, honey. We have to wait,” she hissed in her ear. “Sarah’s just in the next room.”

“Oh Mum, I want you though,” Kelsey whimpered reaching between her mother’s legs again. “I want to suck you there.”

“Oh God yes darling, you can, all night if you like, but just wait a little longer until it’s time, and then it’ll be like nothing else you’ve ever had. I promise.”

“Ummm, I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, looking up into those searching green eyes. Then she ran her fingers through her mother’s hair and caught a curl in her hand, then ran it down the length all the way to the small of her back. “Just one thing, though.”

“Yes?”

“When we go to bed, can we try some things I saw on the net?” she asked shyly.

Cheryl wondered what that could mean; of course it had implications, but of what kind she wasn’t sure yet. She decided to take things as they came, right now she wanted to speak to Sarah and thank her for being so supportive.

“Umm… sounds interesting, you’ll have to tell me what you saw later,” she answered before licking Kelsey’s ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. “I’m going to have a word with Sarah and thank her for today. Why don’t you go to your room and try out the new game she’s bought you for your wedding present?”

At the mention of the computer game, a look of delight transported Kelsey’s expression into one of childish glee. She looked up and smiled into her mother’s face and Cheryl felt her thighs moisten a little as she took in the lovely visage of her new wife’s golden-skinned features. She adored the way her freckles spread across her cheeks and the bridge of her upturned nose like a shoal of meandering fish, the depth of her deep green eyes and the small heart shaped face. Like an angel, she thought, just how corny is that? But just then a flicker of late afternoon sunlight dipped in from the window and rested on her darling and lit up her golden hair like a halo of burning fire.

Cheryl swallowed as a lump filled her throat and for a moment she was speechless, consumed with love and rising desire until Kelsey reached up and drew her mother down for a kiss before speeding up the stairs to her room.

She poured herself a glass of champagne, headed over to the kitchen and took a seat at the table next to Sarah who was also indulging, and set her glass down next to hers.

“Thank you for your support, Sarah. You were wonderful today. We won’t forget, neither me nor Kelsey,” she said with a nod in the direction of the stairs.

“Hmm,” she breathed with a smile. “That’s okay, I was glad to help.”

“You were marvellous.”

“And you’re a marvelous couple,” she grinned.

“Mmm,” murmured Cheryl as she took a fresh sip from her glass and then changed the subject. “Things still good with you and Frank?”

“Yeah, no complaints. Things are going well since he got the new job and we moved into the other house. He’s a wonderful man Cheryl; he’s so caring with me.” She looked pensively down at the table before picking up her glass again. “Yes, who knows how far things might go?”

Her tone made Cheryl look up and catch her eye. “Do you see it leading to another wedding? Yours, perhaps?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe,” she answered with a shrug. “Neither of us are rushing, but I think it might be on the cards.”

Cheryl reached over and gave her ex-lover’s hand a tight squeeze. “I’m happy for you Sarah, you deserve it after everything I did to — ”

She was silenced with a hand on her lips as Sarah cut her off. “Sshhh. It’s in the past, you’ve apologized enough times already. I’m just glad that you and Kelsey are so wonderful together; I’ve never seen her as contented. There can’t be anything wrong with that, at least not the happiness.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly. “Things are very special between us; you know that, and… and I suppose I needed to solemnize our relationship, kind of make things official between us, so when Kelsey had this crazy idea that maybe we ought to get married, after all she said, ‘we’re living as husband and wife behind these doors,’ so I thought what the hell, why not?”

Why not indeed? thought Sarah. But what happens when Kelsey gets older? She’s only nine now and still a child, but what happens when she becomes a teenager and starts to see others of her age dating? It was something she’d been thinking about a lot recently and she decided to voice her concerns, even though she didn’t know how to put them into words.

“Cheryl, what does… what happens when she’s older, when she sees others of her age going out together? What if she found someone she liked and wanted to be with her — or him? How would you cope, Cheryl? Would you stop her from doing what she wanted?”

Cheryl heaved a sigh and looked down at the table as though thinking but then suddenly brought her face level with Sarah’s. “Of course I couldn’t stop her,” she sniffed. “Try … I’d try like hell, but if she really wanted to then I’d be powerless to stop her. I wouldn’t mind her seeing other boys and girls as long as she came back to my bed. That’s okay. She needs to be allowed some freedom in that respect.

“But if she ever really finds someone she loves enough to want to leave me for and forgets her promises to me, the ones she made today, then there’d be nothing I could fucking do — not a fucking thing!”

She took a hanky from her pocket and dabbed it to her eyes as they began to fill with tears.

Alarmed at her friend’s distress, Sarah slid off the chair and dropped to her knees beside her and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry. It was stupid of me to say such a thing today. Please forgive me. I don’t want to spoil your special day.” Cheryl’s reaction had taken her by surprise, and shocked her. She was usually such a strong person. Sarah couldn’t remember seeing her get so easily upset and was ashamed of herself for misjudging her ex-lover’s emotional state.

“No…..no Sarah, it’s me who should apologize. I’m such a silly old hen,” she said, drying her eyes and stuffing the tissue back in her pocket. She sighed, enjoying the comfort of Sarah’s arms and an old familiar reassurance she remembered so well. There had been such love between them, and in a way it was a shame it had all ended the way it had.

She had always been different; even before she was married she’d been attracted to young girls. It was something to be kept secret in the form of forbidden fantasies when she was by herself. There used to be a little girl who lived next door to them when she and her husband first got married. She was only six or so, but to Cheryl she was so beautiful, so perfect and sexual that she would touch herself whenever she thought of her. Soon she was masturbating regularly, lurid fantasies involving the two of them in her bed and the things they would do.

Of course, nothing actually happened — it was all in her mind, but over the years she found herself attracted to numerous little girls in just the same way. Luckily, unlike many other women who shared the same desires as her but regarded them as a weakness and hated themselves, she accepted it as part of her sexuality and never tried to suppress it.

Like many other women, Cheryl experimented with lesbian love in her teens. She soon realized she preferred women to men and yet at the same time she desperately wanted to have a child, so she married a pleasant-enough man who gave her a daughter. From then on she lost interest in their sex life and they drifted far enough apart for him to find another woman and they divorced.

As Kelsey grew from a baby into a young girl, Cheryl’s feeling towards her became increasingly sexual. As with her earlier attitude towards her sexuality, she never tried to fight her feelings, in fact she had come to believe it was the right of all females to experience love from one another without regard to whatever society regarded as taboo, acceptable or unacceptable. It wasn’t her problem, no bloody hassle. As far as she was concerned, nothing that happened between two people was inappropriate as long as they were comfortable and happy with what they were doing.

Kelsey had always been close to her mother; from the beginning she had been a tactile child. Both mother and daughter delighted in touches and caresses whenever they were near each other. Long hugs were common, the feel of each other’s bodies, the warmth and softness of a loving embrace, face against face, cheek to cheek, lips to cheek and gradually lips brushing lips.

At first the kisses had been brief, but gradually their lips had stayed together longer until they’d parted and become open mouthed, tonguing each other’s mouths and swapping saliva in steamy open-mouthed kisses. Both mother and daughter were indulging in what Kelsey called a long session of ‘snogging.’ Things couldn’t continue as they were without either a progression towards full-blown sex, or a complete end to what they were doing.

The next step felt so natural. It happened one evening as mother and daughter lay on the sofa enjoying a session of kissing and heavy petting. It had been going on for nearly half an hour; their coital-like thrusts and dry humping becoming more frantic and their cries more desperate. Cheryl’s frustrated body was near to breaking point when she suddenly pulled away leaving a long trail of saliva hanging from her lip. Then in a voice shaky with emotion, she asked Kelsey if she would like to go upstairs and continue what they were doing without any clothes on. Kelsey said she did, they did — and the rest, as they say, is history.

It was the first real sex Cheryl had ever experienced that had left her fulfilled as a woman both physically and emotionally. In turn Kelsey had thrived from her mother’s caresses and had moaned and wept from the sensations sweeping through her body as the woman’s mouth and tongue made her world explode. When she surfaced from her first climax, Cheryl raised her head from between her legs and sent a trail of licks and kisses up her body and over her face. Then she’d smiled into her daughter’s wonder-struck eyes and whispered a request that sent Kelsey sliding down her body to place her mouth between her mother’s parting thighs.

The orgasm that followed had been the most intense of Cheryl’s life. During the course of Kelsey’s amateurish but spirited sucking, Cheryl had gone from sighs and whispered urgings to delirious cries and sobs before finally clamping her thighs around her daughter’s ears and spurting into her young mouth.

“I’ve no worries about my little girl,” she said smiling through a final sniff. “We’re both deeply in love, and everything’s going to be fine. You’ll see.”

Sarah held her eyes and smiled back her love.

“I believe you. You and Kelsey are very special to me. You’re an extraordinary couple.”

“We are,” she agreed with a crooked grin.

They chatted for a while longer the way old friends do, until Sarah looked up at the clock. It read a quarter to seven, and she decided it was time to get back to her husband and leave the newlyweds to their own devices.

Once alone, Cheryl headed upstairs to her bedroom and excitedly changed into something she’d bought especially for the occasion. She slid on a pair of sheer nylon stockings, black stay-ups with red embroidered roses stitched onto their bands at the top. Then she changed into a lace half-cup bra showing nearly all of her breasts and panties the same colour as her stockings, then strolled over to the full-length mirror.

Her slender figure reflected back from the glass and caused a small smile to appear on her face. Pleased at what she saw, she ran her hands through her hair and then down to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Exercising at the local gym helped to keep her in shape; her body was toned and sleek and looked fabulous in any clothes she chose to wear — and even better without, as Kelsey was so fond of telling her. She was proud of her tilting breasts with their spreading areolas and long nipples. She took them between her thumb and forefinger and massaged them for a moment and then giggled delightedly as they rose up like a pair of jumping sentries caught sleeping on watch.

Moving closer to the mirror, Cheryl refreshed her makeup and applied expensive perfume to a few strategic places about her body. Glancing once more into the mirror, she jumped as she saw Kelsey’s reflection staring back at her in a saucy-faced grin. Kelsey had removed her dress and hung it in the wardrobe. Now she wore a skimpy black tube and tight fitting jeans, transforming her from a dainty little girl into an underage temptress.

“Kelsey,” she exclaimed loudly with a surprised smile. “You made me jump, you little monster.”

Kelsey was playing with her game when she heard her mother treading up the stairs. She expected she was coming to see her, but when she didn’t appear she became inquisitive and crept along the corridor to her bedroom and peered round the door. Kelsey was transported to voyeur’s paradise as she watched her mother undress and cavort naked in front of the mirror. She stood it for as long as she could before she gave in and skipped up to her with twinkling eyes. Throwing both arms around her mother’s hips, the child pressed her face into Cheryl’s buttocks.

“Kelsey?” The girl licked and kissed the panty-clad globes for all she was worth before pressing against — but not into, thanks to the stretchy lace — the divide in between. Cheryl felt a treacly sensation between her legs; she stepped away from her daughter and then turned with a smile.

Overcome by devilment herself, she slid her panties half way down her buttocks and Kelsey, not one to miss an invitation, dived in and smothered the pale rounded globes with kisses before heading for the valley in between, but was stopped short of her goal as her mother pulled them back up.

“Uh-oh,” she grinned. “We can save that till later.”

“Oh, Mum, you meanie! Why can’t I?” she cried with disappointment. “You know you love it when I do you in there.”

“Yes, I do,” she said in the kind of voice that grins, “but we’ve waited all week. We can hang on a smidgen longer, just an hour or so while we toast our wedding properly and get each other in the mood.”

“But Mum, I’m already in the mood,” she insisted.

Cheryl tossed back her head with an earthy chuckle, and her hair flew back in a rippling wave.

“Well, you can have some champagne,” she said. “You’re always saying you want to grow up so you can try grown-up drinks, now here’s your chance.”

“Then can we have our honeymoon?” Kelsey insisted.

“Umm, yes. Give me a kiss, then we’ll go and flop down by the fire,” Cheryl said as she nibbled her daughter’s ear and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Oh, brilliant — I’m having real champagne!” Kelsey exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, dear, but no more than one glass. I don’t want you falling asleep on me, because then, young lady,” she said tapping her nose playfully, “there won’t be any honeymoon at all. Umm, I want another kiss.”

This time it was a real kiss, the kind that had gold plates on. It was open-mouthed and contained a great deal of tongue, enough to send Kelsey’s toes curling up, especially when she felt her mum’s hands squeezing her bum through her panties.

The little girl sighed happily as they came apart, then Cheryl took her hand and led her downstairs into the living room. She took a seat on the sofa in front of the flickering fire with its deep hearth and wrought-iron grating while Cheryl disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“Here, take a sip… but don’t drink it too fast or it’ll go up your nose,” she warned as she took a seat and handed her a glass full of bubbling champagne. Kelsey reached out and gripped the glass in both hands and then gingerly placed the rim to her lips and drank. She swallowed more than she had intended to, however, and her mother’s warning was true to the word. She let out a loud squeal of surprise and Cheryl was just in time to grab the glass before most of the champagne splashed onto the carpet.

“A little too fast. Here, I have it now. I’m putting it on the coffee table so nothing gets spilt. Take another sip in a minute, but be careful.” She took a deep drink herself and then set it down on the table. It made a small tinkling sound as it touched Kelsey’s glass where it stood on the polished mahogany. Then moving up, she placed an arm around her small shoulders and drew her closer.

“Did you like the way it went? The wedding?” she prompted.

Kelsey nodded.

“The pledges we made to each other are very important, aren’t they? Could you feel that? Do you still truly mean what you said?”

“Yes I do Mum, and when I said what I did I meant every word. I love you, I really do,” Kelsey said with feeling as she gently cupped her mother’s face in her hands. “It was me who said I wanted to marry you, remember? I kept saying so and asking you, but you thought I was just being childish until I made you see that I really meant it.”

Cheryl took her daughter’s hands and kissed each one in turn, then kissed her softly on the lips. “Yes I know. I have no more doubts. Let’s change the subject. Let’s talk about something else,” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

“Umm, sounds good,” murmured Kelsey, who then began kissing her mother’s shoulders with soft brushes of her lips.

“Oh, Kelsey,” she sighed dreamily.

“I’m your wife now, Mummy darling, and I want you so much.”

Cheryl picked up Kelsey’s glass and handed it to her, and then reached for her own.

“And you’re my wife. You’re everything I could wish for.” Then she raised her glass and told Kelsey to do the same. “Here’s to the rest of our time together. Our love that’s so different and yet so thrilling, the kind of love that only we can understand.

“To the wedding.”

The next hour was given up to passionate kisses and breathless whisperings as they exchanged ideas, suggestions and promises about the sort of acts they would perform on each other once they were in bed. Lips apart and mouths wide open, they gave welcome to each other’s tongues and moans of lust, Kelsey’s more of a cry while her mother’s grew from her chest into wanton growls. Cheryl shook and sobbed into her daughter’s mouth as she felt the child’s hand wend it’s way between her thighs and then dip down to caress her sex through the ridiculously thin material of her panties.

Kelsey was experiencing the same treatment from her mother, her hips lurched into her lover’s hand and her muffled whimpers joined the torrid acoustics of the room as they both drew nearer to an abyss of ecstasy. It took all of Cheryl’s self control to pull away and suggest in a shaky voice that they had better continue in the bedroom.

Then she headed for the door, and Kelsey watched her magnificently constructed arse swing out of the room to the swish of her stocking.

“Mummy,” she said as she caught up with her.

“Yes, darling?”

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she exclaimed in a shy little girl’s voice that didn’t match the words she had just used.

Cheryl lips quivered into a smile as an aching hunger writhed within her loins. “So do I. Oh God, so do I!”

The End