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Ana and Una, Chapter 2

  • Posted on September 10, 2017 at 9:15 am

By Una

Ann was folding her things into the drawers of the ancient dressing table when I came into the bedroom. She was fourteen, two years older, and the care with which she was unpacking showed she thought of herself as a sophisticated young lady now, no longer the giddy girl who was here last summer.

There was an air of unspoken excitement in the room. We had finally arrived at the beachside bungalow Father rented each July for our family holiday. Everyone was busy, anticipation was all around in the warm sun — and there were butterflies in my tummy as I thought of the month-long holiday ahead. Four weeks of bliss away from school, a month of freedom — a month when Ann and I would share a room together for the first time in ages.

I plopped my case on the little bed opposite and pulled out clothes, packing them into the small drawers in the tallboy that was allocated to me. I wondered if Ann was sharing my thoughts, or had the same sense of anticipation.

Probably not. She was too grown up now. We had drifted apart. She’d become more religious, joining a pious society, The Legion of Mary, dedicated to the Blessed Virgin and purity. The various nurses-and-nurses games we’d played down the years belonged in the past.

I had tried to exorcise the memories of how Ann and I had cuddled when we last shared a bedroom; how, clinging like two spoons in a drawer, we’d been overcome by feelings we didn’t understand. Some seismic eruption had overwhelmed first me, and then Ann as I hugged her tightly, pressing hard and squirming my mound against her buttocks.

Thoughts of that incredible experience were still there — sometimes vague, sometimes vivid, but always drifting, day and night, somewhere in the spaces of my mind. When alone, thinking of nothing special, a vision of Ann would appear. I would indulge myself for a few minutes, chasing the apparition this way and that. I would see us alone, somewhere splendidly isolated, marooned on a desert island, fending for ourselves — and spending long, balmy nights, naked under a moonlit sky with my sister.

I’d smell her personal fragrance, a hint of scented soap on her neck, stroke her luxuriant hair, taste the moistness of her soft lips as our mouths met.

And then, more often than not, the daydream would disintegrate. As my thoughts wandered into the byways of passion, our naked skins touching, Catholic guilt would rise up on the road ahead and block my progress.

I knew it was wrong to peer down these forbidden paths: wrong to recall glimpses of my sister’s willowy form as I wandered into her room, seeing her turn to face me, hands clutching a snow-white bra that was about to encase her new-found, perfect breasts.

I knew it was wrong to relish these secret mind-pictures. My God-conditioned brain told me as much. And so did my body. Always, when I reached a certain point, my body temperature would rise. I’d feel my cheeks flush and smouldering heat would flood my hidden parts. Beyond that was the ache — the hunger of sin, the point of no return — the pleasure place where I knew I could find that mysterious, sweeping release of tension.

I knew it was a sin. In confession, I had told the priest a diluted version of how Ann and I had touched. In this version, we had merely hugged, both frightened as a storm thundered outside.

There was no mention of how my mound had pressed so firmly against her bum that I gushed in blissful ecstasy. No mention of the thrills which returned as I lay exhausted beside her and felt the bed move, knowing Ann’s hand, hidden by a raised knee, was between her legs, speeding to a frantic finish as I softly tugged her hardened nipple with finger and thumb.

The priest didn’t seem to understand. How could he? I thought, as he mumbled questions through the grill in the pitch-dark cubicle at the back of the church. He was a man; he could never understand the feelings which led to Ann and me cuddling. He could never have such intensity of sensation and affection as Ann and I had experienced on that one, never-to-be-forgotten night.

The priest had warned of the pain of damnation for all eternity. It was a threat that worked. Ann and I were sent to confession each Saturday morning. I wondered if she had gotten the same message. But we couldn’t talk about that. Confession was secret.

Without discussing it, my sister and I avoided situations where we would be tempted. When Ann moved into her own room after the start of her visitor nearly a year ago, I assumed that there would never be a repeat of that wonderful night. It belonged in our childish past.

My idle thoughts — as the nuns called our pensive moods looking out the window during maths lessons — were taken up with Hillary. She was a fifth year school prefect who was beyond divine. Her hair, her nails, her figure, her voice, the way she wore her uniform, how she walked and her radiant smile compensated for my loss of Ann.

But while Hillary was a distraction, thoughts of Ann were always there. Sisterly thoughts, but sometimes more lustful thoughts as well. I guessed from occasional smiles and glances that Ann shared my feelings.

But God was watching. There was nothing we could do. My lust for my sister occasionally threatened to overwhelm, but a muttered prayer would send my thoughts back to Hillary, the object of my teenage crush.

The nuns, without any obvious sense of irony, had taught us what they called ejaculations. These were short pious phrases, to be mouthed silently in moments of temptation. “Jesus and Mary help me,” was typical. Thoughts of Mary in her blue-robed purity in Heaven were enough to trigger such a wave of guilt as to drive away the memories of that night — when Ann and I spooned in bed, my palm brushing her nipple, electric currents flowing from her hard, pink nub into my soul. But they always came back.

Now, remembrances of Ann’s warm body beside mine as she convulsed in pleasure were here again. The July morning sun had already made our holiday bedroom hot. I turned away from unpacking to see Ann changing into her swimsuit: she was going into a rocky pool to cool off, she said.

I gazed, dry-mouthed, as she got naked. Lifting the one-piece bathing costume, she turned. I saw her in all her natural beauty for the first time since we’d moved to separate rooms. The fluffy tuft of her womanhood was more obvious. It seemed to draw my eyes like a magnet. Before now, it had been a bare slit like mine. Now, it was though a painter had finished the picture.

Then the enticing triangle was gone as she wriggled the one-piece suit above her widened hips, stretching the emerald fabric over those peaches-and-cream contours as she slowly lifted one strap, then the other. She smoothed out the boned bust and ran her hands lightly over the bottom, tugging the swimsuit out so the shape of her mound was hidden. I continued to stare.

The silence was palpable. We, who had chattered like magpies for most of our lives, had nothing to say. We were lost in our own worlds. Ann gave me an enigmatic smile. The room had become stifling. I held my burning cheeks, as though cool hands on my face would douse the molten fire between my legs. Oh, my God!

The door opened and Ann was gone, calling out that she’d see me on the beach, which was literally on our doorstep. I was mesmerised: unable to move. My mind and body were overwhelmed with thoughts of my sister; of how I wanted to touch her beautiful body, to feel her against me, to push my sinful parts against hers until I was overcome by pleasure.

Moving to the window, I drew the curtains, a precaution against being seen by someone walking around the back of the single-storey house.

Ann had left her underclothes on the bed. Bringing it to my face with trembling hands, I smelled the small, white cotton bra, bought for the holiday. The fragrant signature of my sister’s body flooded my nostrils. Oh God! A flood of desire met a tidal wave of guilt.

The alluring scent of talc, a hint of perspiration mixed with a familiar aroma of the virgin, unwashed cotton of a new bra. It was overwhelming. Here was a proxy version of my sister. I gasped at my audacity, at the unstoppable urge which had me in its grip. Beyond the guilt zone now, beyond any help from the Blessed Virgin in response to a frantic ejaculation, I raised Ann’s knickers to my nose.

It must have been imagination, wishful thinking perhaps, but that heady perfume that clung to my gusset after my own sinful flushes was there. Faint, amid the blend of expected scents on Ann’s undies — but it was there. What if… what if she had been having thoughts like mine as we stood earlier for that few minutes in silence?

Impossible, I thought. No one but me has ever been this sinful, has ever been tortured by such thoughts, has ever felt their temperature soar to fever level at the sight of another girl’s nakedness. No one has ever had this kind of deep-down hunger for her own sister. Surely not.

I stood in the centre of the room, skirt around my waist, daring my hand not to go where it wanted. Ann was there in front of me — a vision of perfection, the most adorable creature in the world. Her image was huge, like Elvis Presley filling a giant cinema screen. I tried to think of Elvis, to remember the words of his songs, to distract myself. But Ann’s voice was haunting. I could see that dark, perfect triangle of soft, shining hair, the pinkness of her nipples.

I pulled my underwear aside and did what we’d been warned not to do. I touched. I’d taken a large step towards Hell, to eternal damnation. I was on the slippery slope, literally sliding into sin as my finger soothed the aching need.

Oh, my God. The pleasure, the delight, the guilt. All were mixed in confusion. I’d touched myself there before, at night in bed, and in the bath, I’d used fingers to familiarise myself with hidden body parts. But I’d quickly turned away when God had sent a warning deluge that I was heading into sinful territory.

I’d learned to cope with bath-time and bedtime temptations. To avoid touching, I’d cuddle Charlie. He was the almost life-sized stuffed panda cub who had been my bed companion since my sixth birthday. I glanced to where he was lying near my suitcase. God was offering a chance to deal with my ache, without committing the sin of touching.

Charlie had been my crutch since Ann had moved out of our shared room at home. I would cuddle and snuggle him and fall asleep, our arms wrapped around each other. Over time, Charlie met my need to keep from sinning with my fingers. I’d roll on top of him in the warm darkness and allow the knee of his almost threadbare body to rest between my legs.

Innocently, slowly, like a sailing boat drifting out of harbour on a windless day, my legs as well as my arms would encompass Charlie. And slowly, the desire to put a hand between my legs, to allow my fingers to intrude there, would dissipate — as the comfort of rotating my Mound of Venus on his leg took over.

I’d drift into a world of half-sleep, luxuriating in the sensation of Charlie’s knee on my most sensitive place. I became expert at finding the precise way in which the stuffed panda doll could maximise my secret pleasure. Often, I’d think of Ann as I moved into the world of dreamy unreality. And in my moment of ecstasy, I’d hold Charlie’s knee in a manic grip and thrust it hard between my legs, imagining Ann’s hand there as my back arched sending rivulets of pleasure flowing to every part.

Now, Charlie was looking at me with the same enigmatic stare I’d seen from Ann minutes earlier. Pushing off my pants, I lifted him onto the bed. Raising my dress to my chest, I threw a leg across him.

God gave me one more chance. Despite my hazy-eyed absorption with the awful ache and the burning heat between my legs, I remembered the bedroom door. It was unlocked. I staggered to my feet and locked it. In the distance there were sounds of Mother in the kitchen.

While I listened, the sinful finger found what it had lusted for. Leaning against the door, dress still above my waist, I parted my legs and bent my knees, astonished at how slippery it was down there.

Oh, how I craved Ann. I wanted her to touch me: I wanted to discover if she was the same, if I could bring her to the state of bliss I was in. I pulled upwards, drawing back the hood which sheltered the little man in the boat. He was sailing on a full tide. I’d never experienced such floods of excitement. My mind was filled with longing for Ann, but my body needed something more immediate.

I was still leaning awkwardly against the door, one foot raised as my finger caressed my secret parts over and over. The liquid excitement was flowing so copiously that it was wetting the palm of my hand.

This was wonderful, but I needed the familiarity of Charlie as I moved towards a state of nirvana. I pushed myself away from the door and hobbled towards the bed. As I flung myself face down, and reached for Charlie. I thrust my crotch hard into his knee. My eyes were tightly shut. Tingles rushed everywhere. Like a tidal surge on a flat beach, little eddies pulsed and flowed before sliding back to the main flow as slow rivulets of pleasure.

In my mind, Ann danced naked. I needed her as desperately as she needed me. Why should we deny each other the secret, forbidden delights that only two sisters could share? Her body and mine were so much alike. Surely we were as one in our desire, our love, our special need.

I slumped on top of Charlie, exhausted more in mind than in the body. A wonderful sense of satisfaction was everywhere. Colours were different, the air was fragrant — that enchanting perfume of my ecstasy seemed to fill the room. I rolled on my back, thinking of Ann.

Continue on to Chapter 3

 

Webs of Passion, Part One

  • Posted on September 9, 2017 at 10:19 am

By StarSapphire

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

For Ronda S.

Judy looked down at her sleeping daughter and admired the soft outline of her pretty face. Ronda’s short dark hair framed her delicate features and set them off gently. A duvet cover hid her twelve-year-old body and cloaked her up to her pert little chin. Sighing, Judy backed out of Ronda’s bedroom and went to her own room to think awhile.

Lying on top of her bed Judy recalled the form of her daughter in her mind. Ronda was a beautiful young girl who was tall for her age, as Judy had been. She was also maturing fast and had developed some respectable breasts for her age. Judy’s own were a full `C’ cup, and Ronda looked to match her soon. She had her father’s smoldering Mediterranean features and her mother’s body, Judy thought. She wondered too if, like her mother, Ronda was gay.

Judy’s hair was sandy blonde and fell in thick waves either side of her open Nordic face. She had the full red lips, high cheekbones and bright blue eyes of the classic western ideal of beauty, that contrasted sharply with her daughter’s exotic good looks. Ronda had dark flashing eyes that signaled her every mood and clear, finely sculpted features just like her father. They both look like wild Gypsies, Judy mused.

Judy was slightly uncomfortable at the thought of Ronda’s father. Tony had been a high school boyfriend who had persuaded Judy to go ‘all the way’ when they graduated. He had done his thing, then left for college when Judy discovered she was pregnant by him. He’d offered to marry her — but Judy, in the meantime, had finally acknowledged her sexuality to herself and refused his offer.

Coming out was hard for Judy, and Tony was understandably hurt, but he faithfully provided what support money he could and made no fuss about custody or Judy’s sexuality. Over the years, he stayed in Ronda’s life and never tried to be anything but a great father, for which Judy felt endlessly grateful — and endlessly guilty. She thought Tony and Ronda deserved more. She was not aware that both were quite content with their relationship as it was and loved Judy deeply.

Judy knew she was going to masturbate again. Lately she had been plagued by sexual desires that burned into her soul and left her breathless each night. The fantasy was always horribly the same — she was having sex with Ronda. Hard as she tried to banish these thoughts from her mind the more they would intrude. She knew that wanting her daughter was dangerous, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it. She would admire her lithe form around the house, the curve of her small tight backside or the swell of her budding young breasts, and be swept up in another sexual fantasy.

She imagined Ronda naked in her arms, her small breasts and nipples pressed against her own as she kissed and caressed her in her mind. As she toyed with the sight and feel of Ronda, her hand stole down to cup her own breast and the other worked its way under her slacks and panties to fondle and stroke herself. Judy rapidly brought herself to her first climax of the night. God, it’s happening again, she thought.

Quickly stripping naked, Judy had a hot, fast shower and knew that her first orgasm had released only her immediate tension. She could now take her time and try to play with a different fantasy and banish these incestuous desires for Ronda from her imagination. She lay back on her bed and began to play with her nipples, feeling them harden to her touch as they sent little charges of sexual energy down through her pussy. She was already wet, she knew that before touching herself. Her fingers swam in her own juices as she began to slowly caress her slit.

Judy luxuriated in the feel of her freshly shaved pussy, stripped of its normal growth of tangled pubic hair. Gazing down at herself, she marveled at how much she looked like a young girl down there as she traced lazy circles around her clitoris.

Judy had shaved her pubic hair for the first time just yesterday, obeying some inner urge she didn’t fully understand. She’d taken the lather and razor and carefully removed every trace of the light brown curls that normally grew there. She felt cold at first — then exposed, worried that someone, another woman, might spot her bareness and wonder about her. Then she’d relaxed and enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of cool air between her legs as she spread them wide atop her bed.

Today this wide open, exposed feeling took Judy back to one of her strongest memories, her first sexual experiences with her seventh grade teacher Suzanne G. Relieved to be rid of Ronda in her mind, at least for the moment, Judy eagerly replayed this torrid erotic encounter instead.

Suzanne was a 34 year old French woman who Judy, much to her astonishment, had found startlingly attractive. She developed a terrible crush on Ms. G. and would gaze longingly at her short dark hair, tall trim figure and large breasts in class. She was naturally confused about her feelings. Why was she so attracted to another female, and one so much older? Am I gay? Judy worried, fretted and pined in silence.

Sensing Judy’s interest in her, Ms. G. was much less befuddled by her own desires. In fact, Suzanne G. quite liked young girls.

She invited Judy home for tea one spring afternoon near elementary school graduation and wasted little time in coming to the point with the pretty schoolgirl. She had often noticed Judy staring at her body and returned the attention. Judy’s tall youthful form, her wavy blonde hair and her perpetual look of innocent wonder captivated Suzanne’s heart — and her libido.

“I notice you looking at me in class,” Suzanne said abruptly after pouring them both tea.

Judy turned a deep shade of scarlet, afraid she’d done something terribly wrong. “Oh gosh! I –I’m so sorry, Ms G…!”

“Oh no, my sweet! It’s all right that you look at me. I enjoy you watching me! It is a true compliment,” Suzanne hurriedly explained. “You are rather beautiful yourself, and I enjoy looking at you too,” she said to her warmly as her eyes traveled up and down Judy’s tight adolescent body. “You are becoming quite the young woman,” she added, gazing at Judy’s small but prominent breasts.

With relief, Judy blushed at the compliment and the frank stare. “Ms. G…” she began.

“Please, call me Suzanne. I would like us to be friends,” Judy heard Ms G. say, not quite believing her ears but noticing instantly the look of gentle lust that came over her teacher’s face. Friends? Oh gosh, she realized, she feels the same way about me! Judy felt a flush of excitement rush through her taut young body.

“Yes. Okay, S-Suzanne,” Judy began. “Um, I think you’re the most beautiful p-person I’ve ever seen!” she gushed, amazed at her own boldness. “I just didn’t, uh, don’t — know how to tell you that. I want you to know, though. I think about you a lot, especially… oh gosh!” Judy gasped, immediately regretting being so forthright. “Oh, I don’t know what I’m saying!” she cried out in frustration.

Suzanne laughed warmly and came over to put her arm around Judy, who was close to tears. “Hush, darling,” was all she said, then lifted up Judy’s face with a finger and gently kissed her on the lips. Judy sighed, hoping for more, but Suzanne pulled away and sat down again across from her.

“We could have a very special friendship, Judy my sweet,” Suzanne said. “But you understand that, as a teacher, there are people, like your parents, who would not like that.” A shudder of blissful anticipation passed through Judy as she grasped the full nature of Suzanne’s intentions. “They might even put me in jail for the things I’m thinking about doing with you!” she laughed as a wicked little glint came into her eye.

With amazing gratitude, Judy at once understood Suzanne’s message and hurried to reassure her. “I’ll never tell anyone!” she promised. Certainly not her parents who, unlike this exotic French woman, seemed so distant and uncaring, “I — I love you Ms., I mean, Suzanne,” she confessed finally, relieved that it was out there. “Please, I won’t tell anyone!” she’d begged as her excitement rose in anticipation.

What happens now? Judy wondered. She didn’t have long to wait.

“Then come, my pet, ” was all Suzanne had said. Taking Judy by the hand, she led her to the bedroom.

When they arrived beside Suzanne’s bed she turned to face Judy, who stood there in a state of nervous excitement. “You like my breasts,” she announced boldly. “I see you looking at them all the time.  I’ll show them to you if you like.” She began to unbutton her pink pastel-colored blouse. “You too, my sweet,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”

Judy took in Suzanne’s warm smile and the glazed look of excitement in her eyes, then slowly peeled her white polo shirt over her head, revealing her white cotton sports bra to Suzanne’s hungry stare. She could instantly feel the teacher’s eyes burning holes through the garment. Then her breath caught as Suzanne removed her blouse and allowed Judy to see her big breasts, encased in a white lacy bra. She admired their fullness and deep cleavage.

Judy clasped her hands to her face as she gazed at Suzanne’s chest. “Oh my gosh!” she whispered. She felt embarrassed that her own small, immature breasts were so inadequate in comparison.

“You like them, my pet?” Suzanne asked with a coy smile. Judy could only nod her head in dumb response. “Your breasts are exquisite too, darling Judy. You are so beautiful!” Suzanne exclaimed, relieving Judy’s fears somewhat. But she continued to wonder what Suzanne found so attractive about her. She felt awkward and shy in the presence of such a beautiful, mature woman.

“Please, let me see the rest of you,” Suzanne asked her gently. Judy complied uneasily. She removed her bra over her head then waited in agonizing anticipation for Suzanne’s response. “Oh my dear girl, your breasts are perfect! Such darling pink nipples, oh my!” she enthused. Judy let out her breath, feeling much less afraid.

It was Suzanne’s turn. She quickly undid the front clasp of her brassiere and let it drop open, revealing to Judy a pair of heavy, womanly breasts crowned by large, dark brown nipples. The girl’s throat went dry and her mouth watered at the sight.

Judy looked down at her own breasts — small, but firm and round. Her pink nipples were fully erect. She brought her fingers up to gently brush them over the hard tips. Suzanne stood looking in awe as Judy lightly stroked herself.

Standing there topless before Suzanne was strange and arousing for Judy, and she delighted in her teacher’s reaction. A look of excited wonder was on Suzanne’s face as she took in the sight of Judy’s firm young tits on full display. By then, Judy’s feelings of physical inadequacy had completely vanished. She thrilled in the sight of her mature lover’s visual feasting on her bare breasts, and displayed herself proudly and unselfconsciously.

Suzanne moved toward her and Judy melted into her arms as their lips finally met again. Their kiss lengthened and deepened. Suzanne’s heavy breasts pressed into Judy’s as she forced her tongue past Judy’s lips and into her mouth. Judy responded, feeling the first full rush of sexual excitement in her young life. She eagerly tangled her own tongue around Suzanne’s, then moved it in to explore her mouth in turn.

Judy felt Suzanne’s hand move to cup one of her small breasts, and sighed deeply as she realized where the two of them were going. She felt her nipple nestling in the palm of Suzanne’s hand and thrilled to the aching pleasure it brought to be so intimately caressed. She surrendered herself to the older woman’s embrace and willed Suzanne total access to her lithe young body, to do with as she pleased.

“Take me Suzanne. Please, take me…” Judy murmured between kisses as her hands hurriedly began removing her summer shorts and underwear.

“Oh yes, my sweet. I will,” Suzanne assured her while assisting Judy to complete her undressing. Her own black skirt and white panties quickly joined Judy’s clothing on the boudoir floor. Judy had just a wisp of blonde pubic hair at the top of her small pussy but, to Judy’s astonishment, Suzanne was shaved clean…

Judy’s fingers were working fast and deep on herself as she relived that spring afternoon twenty years ago. She could feel her orgasm approach as she recalled lying spread out on Suzanne’s bed, completely open to her teacher’s inspection. After their first passionate kiss, they had fallen together onto Suzanne’s bed. After Suzanne’s adoring inspection they had made passionate, joyful love for the rest of the afternoon.

Years later, Judy recalled Suzanne’s lips and tongue on her small hard nipples, then the fullness of Suzanne’s own breasts when she held, kissed and caressed them. She remembered the taste of her teacher’s long dark nipples, the feeling of Suzanne’s mouth working its way down her body to finally engulf her throbbing cunt between her full red lips, her tongue wetly bathing and battering Judy’s small, hard clit into her first ever orgasm. Then she recalled the taste, aroma and the slick smoothness of Suzanne’s delectable pussy as she haltingly performed her first act of oral sex on her exotic French lover…

A slow shuddering climax rolled through Judy’s body as the hot passionate memory of her first sexual experience played through her mind. Her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping pussy in hard, wet thrusts as she felt the warm tremors and aftershocks of her orgasm slowly subside. She brought her fingers up to her lips and smelled the hot musky aroma of her arousal before licking them clean. With a groan, she rolled over onto her side in final release.

They had remained lovers over the next year, but their relationship ended when Suzanne took another teaching job several hundred miles away. Judy was bereft and deeply hurt, but managed somehow to put those feelings behind her. Suzanne had left behind yet another broken heart. She moved on to break many more as her young lovers aged beyond her desire for them.

Judy tried to cope with her grief by being `straight’ and denying her sexuality for the rest of her school life, which did not add to her happiness. Coming out to Tony had been a major relief — until now.

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Ronda was in a state of uncomfortable confusion. She was fully aware of her mother’s sexuality and had no problems with it. Judy’s two former lovers were good people and still friends with both Judy and Ronda. Her feelings about her own sexuality were less clear. She seemed to like boys and girls equally, which puzzled her. But what bothered her most was an awkward, surprisingly strong attraction to her own mother.

Lately, Mom wasn’t helping the situation. She would appear in the mornings clad only in a short terrycloth robe that showed off her long elegant legs and deep cleavage, making Ronda dizzy with desire. Judy’s touches would linger or her hands would sensuously stroke Ronda’s hair when she spoke to her about something personal. It was driving the poor teen crazy.

Ronda’s sexual experiences to date had consisted of kissing and a bit of petting with her best friend Cheryl when they were younger, and playing `doctor’ with a neighbor boy when much younger still. In neither case did she have an orgasm, and she didn’t really know what one was. But for all of her naivete, she had always been aware of a strong sexual need inside her. She just didn’t know exactly how to satisfy those desires, but Ronda did know who she wanted to satisfy them. It was her sexy, beautiful mother. These feelings left the girl understandably tentative and uncertain.

Unlike Judy, however, Ronda was more used to taking charge. She had her father’s strong will and determination, and preferred to take the initiative in life. She knew her mother was more passive and would never dream of instigating any sexual contact between them on her own. At the same time, Ronda could see what she thought were clear signals from Judy that suggested an intense sexual interest, but she shuddered to think of the consequences if she was wrong. She decided to be bolder around her mother and to see how far things went.

Ronda started by dressing more provocatively than her mother around the house. Wearing only a long white t-shirt, she would wander in to breakfast, sure that Judy could see her nipples through the thin cotton of her top. The hem just covered her backside and allowed Judy to see Ronda’s long slim legs in full detail. She even tried `flashing’ her mother by crossing her legs and allowing her a brief looks at her bare pussy.

Ronda caught Judy looking at her a few times and noted the blush that came to her mother’s cheeks after catching sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She was pleased by the response but wished she could do more to tantalize her.

The girl had always admired the way her mother looked, and was envious. At 32, Judy was in the prime of her life and it showed. Her figure was that of a younger woman. Her long blonde hair was always well kept and attractive, and Judy’s minimal use of makeup enhanced her natural good looks superbly. Her wardrobe was always classically stylish rather than fashionable, and showed off her figure to its best advantage. Her mom never looked less than her best, thought Ronda. Even in a terrycloth robe she was stunning.

Ronda decided to be a little more pro-active.

Continue on to Part Two

 

Two Moms, Chapter 12

  • Posted on September 8, 2017 at 5:59 am

By Naughty Mommy

The rest of the week went much better at the office.

After receiving the text from Karen on Wednesday afternoon, and then calling her and accepting the invitation to go out on a date, Nora found that she was finally able to focus on her work again, almost as though a switch had been flipped. The compulsion to escape into pornography and masturbation was no longer so overpowering. Not that it went away completely, of course; the need would always be there, but it was manageable now. Nora would indulge herself on occasion, when the time was right, and no more than that.

Feeling refreshed, she attacked the mountain of files on her desk with vigor and determination, holding brisk, efficient meetings, making firm, quick decisions she was certain were right. It was good to be back in the saddle again, to be in charge, a top-flight executive who consistently produced superior results.

At home, she enjoyed cooking dinner for her daughter every night, spending quality time with Lia, talking and joking, sometimes even flirting. Their relationship definitely had progressed during the past few days, moving to a new level, to a place they hadn’t been before… still parent and child, but also more than that, somehow warmer, closer, and much more intimate.

When she would go to Lia’s bedroom in the evening to kiss her and say goodnight, Nora knew quite well that the kisses she gave to the girl were beyond what most people would regard as normal or appropriate. There was far more than just a hint of sexual desire in those kisses, yet Nora could see nothing wrong with this.

She loved her daughter with all her heart, and if she also happened to experience a sexual attraction to her, wasn’t that simply natural? A ripening young girl, on the verge of becoming a woman, how could anyone not be turned on by that?

Nora couldn’t deny her feelings, her drives, and she certainly didn’t want to. It just seemed healthier to her to explore them, to follow wherever they might lead. As long as she was always motivated primarily by love and by affection — with, admittedly, a bit of lust mixed in there — what she was doing couldn’t possibly be wrong, in her mind.

With all this considered, Nora felt quite comfortable, at a very good place, and she was convinced this was only the beginning. Even better days were ahead.

 

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I don’t know who was more excited when Saturday night finally came, me or my mom. Well, I guess she probably was, since she said this would be her first date in a whole bunch of years, so it was almost a new thing for her. But it was only my second time sleeping over at Jessica’s and I was totally stoked about that.

In fact, I called Jess during the afternoon three different times in between doing my chores, partly to talk about stuff, like what we wanted to do later that night, but mostly just to hear her voice and tell her I loved her. Now that we’d actually said that to each other, it’s like we couldn’t stop saying it.

We tried hard to be careful at school, of course, not being too obvious about our feelings and our relationship. Whenever we got the chance, though, she and I would sneak into a dark corner for a minute and kiss and say sweet things to each other. It was so great. I loved being in love.

The doorbell rang at six o’clock, and I ran to answer it. I pulled the door open, and there she was, my beautiful girlfriend.

Jess looked so adorably cute. She was wearing a dress, which she didn’t do very often. Usually, like me, she would just stick with shorts or jeans, but tonight she was in a darling sundress, yellow with white polka dots. It fell to just above her knees and had little strings that tied at the shoulders. On her feet were white sandals, and she wore a white bow in her hair.

She was the perfect picture of girlish sexiness. I practically came just from looking at her.

I didn’t say anything for a moment or two, just stood there gaping. We’d talked on the phone earlier about what we were both going to wear, and how our moms were planning to dress, but actually seeing Jessica that way almost knocked me out.

“Hi,” she smiled shyly.

Her gorgeous big brown eyes seemed larger than ever, with a touch of dark eyeliner, and her lips gleamed with pink gloss. Even though she and I weren’t going out to dinner with our moms that night, we’d agreed to kind of dress up a little bit and to put on some makeup, as though we were on a date of our own.

I was in a tight-fitting knit tank top, powder blue, and a short denim skirt along with sandals that had a tiny bit of heel. My mother had put some eye shadow and eyeliner and blush on me, and some lipstick as well. I liked how that made me feel, sort of grown up, but I didn’t think I looked anywhere near as hot as Jess did.

Eventually I got my wits halfway together, and mumbled, “Hi…”

“Um, are you guys ready?” she said. “My mom’s in the car.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” I turned and called, “Mom?! They’re here!”

My mother came walking out from her bedroom. She was all set to go, just putting in an earring.

After reviewing plenty of clothing options the night before, we’d settled on a swishy little bronze skirt that came to mid-thigh, along with a narrow black belt and a short-sleeved cream-colored blouse with no bra. My mom’s long tanned legs were bare, made even more shapely by black high heels with straps, and I knew that under the skirt she wore a lacy black thong. Best of all, the blouse was mostly sheer, and you could easily see her dark nipples through it. That was daring, but she told me she wanted to look sexy, and she definitely did!

“Wow,” I heard Jess breathe.

My mother smiled at us as she stepped to the door and picked up the purse that she’d left there. “Hello, Jessica. Don’t you look beautiful!”

“Um, thank you,” Jess replied, after swallowing. “So do you.”

“All set, honey?” Mom said to me. “Where’s your backpack?”

“It’s, uhh — oh crap, it’s in my room. I’ll be right back.” I ran and got it, and then we went out to the car.

 

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Karen smiled to herself when she saw what Nora was wearing. Extremely seductive. It wasn’t too hard to guess where this evening was headed.

Licking her lips, she brushed a hand over her chest, teasing her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Karen was in a simple silk wrap-around, just above knee-length, royal blue in color. Except for matching blue pumps and a bit of makeup, that was all she had on. No hosiery, no panties, no bra, not even any jewelry. There was only that lightweight dress, and her body.

She watched as the woman and the two girls proceeded down the sidewalk to the Audi A8 and climbed inside. Jess and Lia made quite a clamor in the back seat, chattering and giggling as usual, the way twelve-year-olds will do — and when Karen said, “Hello there, sexy,” to Nora, then leaned over to give her a kiss on the mouth, their giggles grew still louder.

Chuckling and rolling her eyes, Karen started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

 

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We drove only four blocks, and then me and Jess were dropped off at her house. As we got out of the car, my mother lowered the window on the passenger side and said, “Goodnight, darling.”

“G’night, Mom, have fun,” I smiled, bending down for a quick kiss.

“Thank you, sweetheart, you too,” she whispered, gazing into my eyes.

Her hand was on the back of my neck, fingers lightly stroking my skin. It felt really nice. Then she pulled me in for another kiss. This one was longer than the first, and a lot firmer. It seemed almost like she was trying to show something to Karen and Jessica, proving that she and I could be just as inappropriate as mother and daughter as they were. For a second, I thought she might even use her tongue, but she didn’t. That kiss was pretty exciting, though, her soft, warm lips moving around on mine. I loved it.

The kiss ended, and I stood back up, wiping my mouth. Jess and I waved as the car started away, then went inside.

 

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A quarter hour after leaving the kids, Karen parked downtown. She and Nora got out and walked a few paces to an upscale art gallery. It was past closing time, but Karen was on very good terms with the proprietor, who had agreed to admit them for a private showing.

The owner, Blaze, a rather eccentric older lesbian with whom Karen had had sex on several occasions, unlocked the door and let them in, greeting them cordially. They began strolling around, admiring the various paintings and sculptures, mostly contemporary and modern art with an emphasis on the abstract. A few lovely pieces of antique furniture were offered for sale as well.

After a couple of minutes, Blaze brought them glasses of sherry. They thanked her and chatted briefly with the woman, asking some questions about the art on display, and then she left them alone.

As they meandered and sipped their sherry, Karen and Nora gradually got to know one another better. While swapping stories about their pasts and their childhoods, where they’d come from and the different paths they’d taken to reach the present, they eventually discovered that not only were they same age, born in the same year, but in fact in the very same month, only seven days apart. Nora was exactly one week older than Karen.

“So, I guess I’m robbing the cradle, huh?” Nora joked. “You being so much younger than me.”

Karen winked. “Oh, that’s okay. I’d already got the sense that you have a thing for very young girls.”

“Oops, is it really that obvious?”

Nora could feel herself blushing, the color rising in her neck and cheeks. Not sure what else to say, and not yet certain if Karen was actually saying what Nora thought she might be saying, she took another drink of sherry and said nothing.

Looking into the taller woman’s eyes and slowly nodding, Karen slipped a hand into Nora’s, their fingers entwining.

 

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To make this more like a real date, Jess and I had decided we should have sort of a fancy dinner in the dining room that night, with candles and flowers and everything. Her mom had said it would be okay for us each to have a small glass of wine if we wanted to, but since neither of us really liked the taste of wine, we decided to just have Cokes instead.

We’d chosen a menu of our favorite dishes that Margaret happily agreed to fix for us, and it was all really delicious — except there was one totally awesome surprise I wasn’t prepared for.

Sophie had the night off, I’d been told, but Freja was there to serve the meal. The big surprise was what she was wearing, or what she wasn’t wearing!

Imagine a tall, slim, twenty-something blonde woman, at least 5’10”, with nice big boobs, with gorgeous legs that went on forever, and with a very pretty face… then imagine her in stiletto heels, with her haired pulled up, a cute little maid’s cap pinned on her head, and… nothing else. Nothing! Oh my god, wow!!

I’d seen Freja naked before, of course, a couple different times when I’d been at their house. But I mean, I just never got tired of looking at her amazing body. And it was somehow even more exciting in a way when she wasn’t having sex, but when she was just doing her job, acting like it was no big deal to walk around nude in front of two young girls while serving them dinner.

I tried to concentrate on what we were eating, and like I said it was really good, but it was impossible when Freja was in the room not to stare at her. She seemed to enjoy that, smiling at me, holding out her chest, then leaning in close when she brought a new dish, close enough that her erect nipples would rub against my arm or my shoulder. Talk about distracting!

Jess was giggling a lot. She’d seen Freja naked way more times than I had, obviously, plus she knew in advance what was going to happen. Actually, I felt kind of bad, like all the attention I was giving to Freja — which I honestly couldn’t help! — was taking away from our date, from what was supposed to be a special romantic evening for me and Jessica.

Not that it mattered much in the end, because later on my girlfriend and I more than made up for that in the romance department.

 

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Nora had wondered whether Karen might take her to one of the city’s more trendy restaurants, perhaps showing off a little by getting them a very good table, but that’s not what happened. Instead, they walked only half a block or so after leaving the art gallery and stopped at a small Thai bistro, almost a hole in the wall. They sat at an outside table.

The early autumn evening was warm, with a gentle breeze, perfect for outdoor dining. And the food was truly excellent. Karen recommended some dishes Nora hadn’t tried before, which were wonderful.

 

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After we finished our dinner and our dessert — brownie sundaes — Jess asked if I wanted to go outside for a while. I said okay, and so we did, walking around their big backyard, holding hands and talking. Jess seemed kind of nervous and fidgety to me, and I wasn’t sure why, but pretty soon I learned what was going on.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, we went back inside. Now Jessica was all giggly, saying hardly anything but blushing more and more deeply as she led me up the curving stairway toward her bedroom.

Her door was closed, which was unusual. We stopped just outside.

“You open it,” she nodded.

I frowned. What could this be? A surprise party or something like that? I didn’t think so, but it definitely was something. Well, there was only one way to find out.

I put out my hand, took the knob and turned it, then pushed the door open and looked inside the room.

Continue on to Chapter 13

 

Tracy’s Dilemma and the Tapestry It Weaves, Chapter 3

  • Posted on September 7, 2017 at 7:26 am

By Cheryl Taggert

The next morning, Tracy woke to the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen. She got up and put on her robe before going out to see what the girls were up to. The thought of what they’d done the night before lingered like a wonderful dream, and she worried that it had been a dream after all and wanted to verify that it had, indeed, happened. The reality of having her daughters to masturbate with was almost too good to believe. And again, she wondered where such intimacy might lead.

When she entered the kitchen, she was surprised at what she saw. Kate was helping prepare breakfast, prancing around the kitchen naked while Kelli, who was cooking bacon, needed the apron she wore as her single garment to prevent splatter burns. Kate had set the table and was pouring orange juice for them. Tracy noticed the girl’s butt cheeks as Kate leaned over the table to pour from the pitcher. A mound of halved oranges littered the counter by the juicer, and Tracy knew Kate had made fresh-squeezed for them.

“What’s the occasion?” Tracy asked as she took in the scene.

“Are you kidding?” Kelli said, her jaw dropping.

Tracy gazed at the girls. She didn’t answer. Embarrassment colored her face. Had she forgotten a birthday? No, it was June and none of them were born then. Another special day?

“Mom? Last night?” Kelli said.

Tracy continued staring, confusion stamped on her face. Then she realized what the girls were doing. “The swim trials?” she asked, wanting to tease her daughters.

“Oh, my God, you don’t remember?!” said Kate, panicking. She looked down at her nudity and nearly slammed the pitcher onto the table before running from the room toward their bedroom.

Kelli remained at the stove. “Mom? The movie? You know. The — what we did — together?”

Laughing despite her attempts not to, Tracy said, “Oh, that! You mean, you girls are doing this because of — that?”

“Yes, Mom.” Kelli looked disappointed. “That was kind of important.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help teasing you girls, I guess.” She stood in the middle of the room as Kate came back in, now wearing a robe and staring at her mother with worry. Tracy looked at her younger daughter, who just seconds ago was having fun setting up the impromptu celebration and enjoying the freedom to go nude if she wished. Now, Tracy regretted her joke.

“I’m sorry, Kate. I didn’t realize my little joke would upset you. You can go naked.” Kate continued to stare at her mother. “No, really,” Tracy continued. “Take off the robe. I liked you better without it.”

“Not funny, Mom!” Kate said. Exasperated, she heaved a big sigh with a great deal of animation and eye rolling added to it. She stomped back to the girls’ bedroom and returned a moment later, naked once again.

Tracy looked at them and said, “Well, it does seem that I am now the one who’s overdressed here.” She removed her robe and draped it over a dining chair. Now all three were naked, except for Kelli, who was still wearing the apron. Still, Tracy thought her daughter’s bare butt sticking out from beneath the apron’s strings was very cute and sexy.

When she had finished preparing the bacon, Kelli went to the refrigerator and removed a bowl. As she uncovered it, Tracy saw that it contained batter for waffles. It wasn’t until then that she noticed the waffle iron heating up on the far counter.

Minutes later, they were all sitting at the table and enjoying the breakfast the girls had prepared.

“Sweetie,” Tracy said to Kelli. “Why did you consider last night to be worthy of celebration this morning?” She was curious but rushed to add, “Not that I disagree. I just want to hear your reasons.”

“You started treating us like adults last night. You welcomed us as, well, no longer little girls. You created a home where we are free to be ourselves. That’s kinda special, you know?” Tracy could see the tears welling in Kelli’s eyes. Glancing at Kate, she saw the same emotions. Whether from sympathy for her sister or from feeling those same emotions that had caused Kelli to tear up, Tracy wasn’t sure. Indeed, which one had caused Kate to get emotional was moot. The fact remained that Kate got emotional because of the love that had grown from Tracy’s simple act of sexual desire and inclusion of her daughters.

She hadn’t seen her actions in that light before, but now she realized what a big deal this truly was for her daughters… and for herself. She felt the sting of tears in her own eyes and brushed the tears away. “No sense in getting too emotional about this,” she said. “We’ve got too much to do to be spending the morning crying.”

The girls laughed and cried at the same time, brushing away their tears. “What’re we going to do?” Kate asked. Her face glowed with excitement.

“Go shopping. First, we could all use a new pair of shoes for the summer. Not only that, but I’m going to go by a special shop for some things you girls will now be wanting.”

“Like what?” Kelli asked. The lilt in her question spoke of her idea that it might have something to do with what they’d done the night before.

“I’m going to buy you girls your very own vibrators.”

The girls hopped from their chairs and threw their arms in the air, jumping up and down as if to wild music with enough enthusiasm that Kelli’s small boobs bounced delightedly. Kelli then ran to her mother and threw her arms around Tracy’s neck. “Thank you, Mom!”

Kate followed her sister’s lead and did the same.

“It’s more for me than you, you know,” Tracy said. “This way, you won’t be trying to borrow mine.”

They all laughed at this, each knowing just how true that statement was.

The sound of the doorbell caused them all to freeze where they were. The two girls stared at their mother and each other. All of them were naked at the breakfast table, and the girls were behaving as if they were already caught.

Tracy wrapped the petite robe around her and pointed her daughters to their bedroom to get dressed. Taking a deep breath, she started for the front door just as the doorbell sounded again.

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Tracy’s neighbor Sandra was a snooper. She’d always been a snooper, even as a child. She would go through her parents’ and siblings’ private things any chance she got. She felt powerful whenever she discovered something the other person did not want her to know about. For instance, she first learned about porn when she found a VHS tape in her brother’s closet. Although she didn’t know it at the time, it was a porn classic, Behind the Green Door. She had been home alone and stuck the movie into the player. She had watched the movie play until the sex started and she knew right then she was forever hooked on those kinds of movies. She had quickly discovered what types of feelings the people on the screen were experiencing when she had explored her own mound with her fingers and had noticed how tingly she was beginning to feel down there.

The realization had been an epiphany.

She had discovered porn, masturbation, and orgasms all in one afternoon. She had discovered sex with someone else when she confronted her brother with the knowledge of his secret tape. They still fucked on occasion, whenever they got bored with their spouses.

She had been a little ten-year-old at the time. Her mound was as bald as it had been the day she was born, but now it was a lot more educated as to why she had the soft folds of flesh. She’d been told that in addition to being where her pee left her body, it was for bringing babies into the world. She had found it was for much more than that on the fateful afternoon she had snooped in her brother’s room. This event had made her embrace herself as a snooper. She was as addicted to snooping as she was to orgasms.

Last night, she had wanted to snoop on her neighbor Tracy. She had seen the sexy movie on the table and had wondered if the woman — or the older daughter, Kelli — would take the opportunity to watch it once everyone had gone to bed. She had sneaked over to hide outside Tracy’s house to snoop. She knew it was dangerous and if she were ever caught doing such things, she would be arrested, but she couldn’t help herself. The need to know was like a drug, especially when she suspected there might be sex involved.

She had hidden in the bushes outside Tracy’s TV room, hoping to witness either Tracy or Kelli masturbating while watching the movie.

What she had seen, however, was far more than she’d ever imagined.

She had watched — okay, she had watched and masturbated, she admitted to herself — as Tracy and her daughters ended up masturbating together while watching the erotically charged video. She had noticed the girls as they watched their mother get more and more intimate with herself until finally all pretense disappeared and the three brought themselves to what appeared to be some massive orgasms. Sandra had come just as Kelli, the older daughter, had reached her own climax.

Now, she realized that with that knowledge, she could end up having even more fun with this very sexy mom and her daughters. Hell, she might even get these two girls to offer the same fun to her own daughters. The thought of watching her two girls masturbate was thrilling, and the idea that she might be able to even join in made her pussy gush fluids.

She rang her neighbor’s doorbell and waited for the door to open.

When the bell was finally answered, Sandra found herself staring at a nearly naked Tracy. She wasn’t sure how much in the way of clothing was beneath the short wrap the woman was wearing, but it couldn’t have been much. Indeed, the outline of Tracy’s nipples visible in the fabric verified she wasn’t wearing a bra. It didn’t take much imagination to believe she was looking at the entirety of what her neighbor was wearing.

“Oh, Sandra,” Tracy said as her eyes darted up and down the street. “What brings you over so early?” Tracy had wanted to hint at the time. It was nearing mid-morning, but she wanted Sandra to think she considered this too early to drop in unannounced and uninvited. Besides, she wanted to get dressed and take her daughters shopping. She was hoping to watch them try out their new toys when they returned from their little excursion.

Sandra glanced around the outdoors as well before saying, “Well, I have something to discuss with you, but it’s not something I would want to talk about outside.”

“Oh?” Tracy said. The obvious privacy Sandra wanted in order to discuss whatever was on her mind made Tracy’s  heart skip a beat until she realized Sandra could certainly have no idea what had gone on the previous night. Realizing she had little choice, Tracy invited her neighbor inside.

Sandra entered the home and looked around. She was wondering where the girls were. She could smell bacon that had been cooked some time ago, so she knew they were up.

Turning, she decided on the same direct approach she had used with her brother — and later her sisters as well after she had discovered things about them.

“I saw what you three did last night in the TV room,” she said.

“I’m… what? How?” Tracy stammered. She felt her heart racing as panic began to take control of her mind. She sat on the sofa as her legs gave out from beneath her.

“I have to admit to doing a little illegal peeping outside your window last night. I was thinking that either you or Kelli would watch the movie and masturbate. I had no idea it would be all three of you… together.” She didn’t hesitate to blurt out her own small crime of peeping because she knew Tracy would never tell anyone. What was she going to do? If Tracy called the police, the world would also find out what she and her daughters had done last night.

Tracy had the sudden image of the police arriving at her home and arresting her for molesting her own daughters, even though she had never touched them, while taking her daughters into custody to place in foster homes. Even if the truth came out that she had not actually molested them, she would be ruined.

“Why would you do such a thing?” Tracy asked, doing her best to catch her breath.

“Oh, honey — to get off!” Sandra said, smiling. “I joined you while watching the fun. In fact, I came at the same time Kelli did.”

“Are you going to blackmail me? I don’t have any money to make it worth your while.”

“No, I’m not going to blackmail you. I wouldn’t think of it. At least, not for money. No, Tracy — you see I want to join you three for masturbation sessions and… well… whatever comes along the girls and you might want to… try out.”

“You want to… join us?” Tracy asked, feeling faint and glad she was sitting down.

“Yes. And, well, I would like to enlist your daughters to help me with my own two. I know they touch themselves. Hell, I caught Emily humping a pillow in the living room just a few weeks ago, and she’s younger, so I know Laura is doing it as well. I’d just like some help getting them… involved.”

“Involved with what?” Tracy asked.

“More like, involved with whom,” Sandra answered, a suggestive gleam in her eyes that went along with the alluring smile.

“You want my daughters to… seduce them?” Tracy asked.

“Not seduce exactly. More like expand their horizons to more freely accept sex with their mom, or at least to masturbate together. Some people just consider mother-daughter incest to be so… I don’t know… taboo. I don’t feel that way, but it’s not as if I can sit down at the dinner table and say, ‘Gee, girls, you know your mom is in favor of incest, so why don’t you two get it on here on the dining table after dinner, and I can join you?’ now can I?”

“You’re in favor of…” Tracy said, unable to say the word despite her own desires in that area.

“Incest. You can say it, you know. It won’t bring lightning down on you or anything. Yes, I have practiced it since I was ten. First, with my older brother, then with my two sisters — one older, one younger.”

“And now you want to have sex with your daughters?”

“You say it as if you didn’t sit here in this room last night and have a major jill fest with your own daughters.”

“Well, that’s different. It’s not as if they weren’t already doing it in the privacy of their own bedroom or something. I never touched either of them.”

“And you never considered touching them?” Sandra asked.

Tracy stared at her neighbor, unable to believe this conversation was taking place. She had forgotten everything that had been going on before Sandra’s arrival. She forgot she had sent her daughters to get dressed, and it didn’t occur to her that they would come out of their bedroom once they were in decent attire.

Kelli and Kate opened the door to their bedroom and listened for a moment to the conversation in the den, which was at the end of the hallway. They had begun listening when their mother had said the words, “You’re in favor of.” They were shocked at the conversation that had followed. Their neighbor, Sandra, had the hots for her own daughters. Not only that, but she had been involved in a sexual relationship with her own brother and two sisters. They had met Laura and Emily’s uncle and aunts on numerous occasions, and the idea that their friend’s mother had had sex with all three of them — her own siblings — was stunning.

Yes, Kelli and Kate  had been involved with each other, but it was strange to think such playtime had been enjoyed by the mother of their best friends. Secretly, the girls each thought Sandra was extremely sexy, and the confession they were eavesdropping on only served to heighten those feelings.

Then the conversation between their mother and their sexy neighbor turned to how Sandra wanted to have sex with Laura and Emily! Not only that, but Sandra was implying in what she was saying that their mother wanted sex with the two of them as well.

The last thing they’d heard was Sandra saying, “And you never considered touching them?” The “them” she was referring to were, well, them! Kelli and Kate stared at each other as the import of those words hit them.

Kelli leaned over to her little sister and whispered in her ear, “Mom wants to have sex with us!”

Kate only nodded in reply, too stunned to speak. She pictured her mother last night sitting in the den, her hands rubbing her clit as she stared at her naked daughters. Suddenly, the thought it took their neighbor to point it out to her made her feel stupid, as if she’d been able to smell a roast in the oven and had not realized there might be roast for dinner. She felt the embarrassment of someone who has missed the obvious. Looking into the face of her older sister, she could tell Kelli was thinking the same thing. How could they have missed it?

“Go on,” Sandra was saying. “Admitting it is half the battle. Once you accept it, the incestuous desires will be easier to deal with. Take my word for it.”

The girls heard their mother take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Okay, I admit it. I’ve wondered what the hell I was going to do about it for the longest.”

“Simple,” Sandra said. “After last night, you’re more than halfway there already. Believe me, I saw how your girls were looking at you as you rubbed away at your cunt. I saw hunger in their eyes. Almost as much hunger as I saw in yours.”

“You’re saying they want to have sex with me too?” Tracy asked, not able to believe what she wanted so badly could be true, yet hoping it was.

“I’d bet my house on it,” Sandra said. “My guess is they’re already messing around with each other. How big a leap is it to go from incest with your sister to incest with your mom?”

“And you want them to get your daughters to have sex with each other? And you?” Tracy asked.

“Well, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if they were already having fun with each other. I mean, they share a bedroom and a bed. They’re healthy, adolescent girls. Hormones are raging through their bodies, along with the resulting horniness that accompanies those hormones. I mean, they have to at least be masturbating together. If not, that needs to change immediately anyway. But once we establish they are having sex with each other, then yes, I want your girls to, well, talk up sex with me. You know, sort of give permission to do it without feeling guilty about it. Feeling okay with it is the first step to doing it. Take my word for it.”

“So, how do we go about getting my girls involved?” Tracy asked.

At that moment, what she’d forgotten became all too clear as the girls stepped into the room. Kate hadn’t planned on letting their mom and Sandra know they’d been listening in on the private conversation, but Kelli had grabbed her arm and pulled her into the den to confront their mother and Sandra.

Tracy gasped when her daughters stepped into the den. They’d obviously heard enough of the conversation that they were fully informed of Sandra’s intentions.

While Tracy gasped, Sandra just smiled and said hello to them. She’d obviously been counting on the girls listening in.

Tracy was too stunned to move. She watched her older daughter reach for the hem of her t-shirt and pull it over her head, revealing her braless boobs. Kelli then turned to her little sister and said, “I guess it’s time Mom knew everything.”

She leaned toward Kate and pressed her lips to the younger girl’s, using her tongue to open Kate’s mouth and dancing her tongue around inside her sister’s mouth. Kate returned the kiss, the passion rising as she felt her pussy getting wet.

Kelli raised Kate’s shirt and removed it as well, revealing small, perfectly formed breasts to Sandra’s gaze, not to mention their mother’s dumbfounded stare. Kelli hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her younger sister’s shorts and pushed them down far enough to allow the garment to move over the girl’s shapely butt to expose Kate’s panty-clad ass. A gentle shove moved the shorts from beneath Kate’s butt cheeks to her ankles.

Kate returned the favor. As she pushed Kelli’s shorts down to puddle at her sister’s ankles, she could feel her own excitement grow. The swelling in her pussy seemed to take over her body and mind. The lust created by the idea she and Kelli were about to put on an incestuous lesbian show for their mother and neighbor was enough to send the young girl’s cream gushing from her pussy.

The girls pushed each other’s panties to the floor together and stood embracing each other before Tracy and Sandra, completely naked now. The girls’ hands roamed each other’s bodies, pinching nipples and squeezing butt cheeks as each girl continued to kiss while exploring the other’s tongue with her own.

Tracy looked at Sandra and wasn’t surprised to see the woman’s hand inside her slacks, rubbing her own cunt as she watched the sisters fondle each other.

Sandra noticed Tracy had seen what she was doing and thought, what the hell? She reached to the waistline of her slacks, which had an elastic waistband as well, and pushed them and her panties down in one motion. Seconds later, her top and bra were off and she stood naked in Tracy’s den.

Now Tracy was the only one in the room who wasn’t naked. Kelli noticed and said, “Mom, why don’t you get comfortable too? That way Kate and I can do what we want to do with you.” Then the girl looked at Sandra. “Just like we can with Sandra.”

The sisters returned to their kiss as Kelli put her pinkie finger inside her sister’s butthole just to the first knuckle. She knew Kate loved this, and Kelli felt her little sister squirm with the excitement of the feeling of having Kelli’s finger inside her back door.

Tracy removed the thin robe and began to touch herself as she watched her daughters making love. She felt a hand on her breast and looked to see Sandra looking at her, one eyebrow arched in question. The eyebrow said, “So? Shall we go ahead and enjoy this as much as I know we both want to?”

Tracy moved in quickly and planted her mouth on her neighbor’s, tasting the woman’s tongue with her own for the first time.

She was in a sort of heaven as she felt her heart quicken. This was exactly what she had wanted for some time, she finally admitted. This was going to be the beginning of a sexual exploration that she felt would only get better and better with each new experience.

She relished the thought as she relished the hand that was now reaching for her pussy and inserting a finger into the drenched depths of her vagina.

Continue on to Chapter 4

 

Sharon and the Blizzard

  • Posted on September 6, 2017 at 10:02 am

By Single Mom

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in December 2007 }

My name is Virginia Henny, and I teach sixth grade in a small farm community in northwestern New York State. Sharon McKay was one of my students. I should tell you that I am twenty-eight, divorced with no kids, and was not dating at the moment, so I had no one to rush home to. Not that I couldn’t date, but because I didn’t want to. I was considered pretty, even beautiful by some, but I simply was not ready for a relationship.

Sharon McCay was tall for her age. (Eleven years old and almost 5 feet tall) She had long blonde hair, jade green eyes, and a cherub’s face with a bee-stung lower lip. Unlike most eleven-year-olds who were straight from the waist down, she had a narrow waist, flaring hips,and long tapered legs that rose up to meet a magnificent ass.

It was after school on a snowy December afternoon and I was sitting at my desk grading test when Sharon came into the classroom in tears. It seems that she had been in the girl’s lavatory and missed the school bus home. I made several attempts to call her mother, but to no avail, so I had her take a seat in the classroom until I had finished grading test, and then if her mother hadn’t returned the message that I left on her answering machine, I would drive her home.

I had no idea that it was snowing as hard as it was, or I would have left sooner and finished grading the test at home. As it was, when we arrived in the school parking lot to leave, my big Chevrolet Suburban SUV was in snow up to the running board. I had Sharon climb in the front seat while I started the engine so as to get some heat and turn the defrosters on while I swept and scraped snow from the windows.

After I got the car windows cleaned off, I climbed in the car to find her sitting in the center seat, not the right hand passenger seat. I thought that was odd, but I didn’t say anything because my immediate concern was getting us out of the parking lot and on the road.

In any case, I managed to get out of the parking lot and onto the crowned black top road in front of the school, which was plowed, but still slippery with a thin coat of snow and ice on it. fortunately, my Suburban is big and heavy, and I was able to proceed without a problem. Until I reached state road 15. The school district did a far better job of maintaining its parking lots and roads than did the city or state.

I made a right turn onto State Road 15, and knew right off that I was going to have a problem. The suburban fishtailed coming out of the turn, and Sharon almost jumped into my lap. She grabbed my thigh with both hands for support and hung on for dear life. I tried to comfort her by putting my right hand on her left thigh just below the hem of her skirt. “It’s okay, baby,” I said, gently patting her thigh. She didn’t startle or pull away when I put my hand on her thigh, so I left it there for longer than I should have, I think.

I hadn’t driven much more than about five miles when the sky opened up and it began snowing so heavily that my visibility was down to practically zero. The only good part was that there was no traffic on the road, so that I could straddle the center crown and not worry too much about where the side of the road ended. I had traveled this road enough to know that the apron was wide and covered with gravel, so I would know if I was drifting off of the blacktop.

Sharon was hanging onto my right leg for dear life, and I was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. We traveled about another five miles when I decided that I would pull off on the apron and wait for the county to send out the snowplows. Living in northwestern New York, I knew enough to keep a blanket, a pillow, a flashlight, and some road flares in the compartment in the back of the SUV. (I didn’t carry a jack since the SUV was far too large for me to even attempt to change a tire, so I had long ago replaced it with road service and a cell phone.)

The suburban holds about 40 gallons of gas and was near full, so I knew that between the blanket and running the heater occasionally, we wouldn’t freeze to death.

Sharon and I both climbed over the seats and into the back of the SUV. Once back there, I folded the second row of seats down, giving us even more room in the back. Although I’m not sure why I thought we would need more room, there was already enough space for me to stretch out full length, if it came to that. (I never thought that we would have to spend the entire night in the SUV, but figured that the worsening storm just might change all of that.)

As I removed the emergency supplies from the jack compartment, I realized that I had left my cell phone on my desk at school, so I wouldn’t be receiving any phone calls from Sharon’s mother, or anyone else. The car hadn’t yet began to cool off, so we spread the blanket out over our waist, legs, and feet and sat with our backs resting against the back of the front seat. I desperately wanted a cigarette, but thought it best not to smoke in the closed car, and I wasn’t about to open any windows because the wind was blowing in strong, loud gusts, and the snow was swirling around. I realized then that this was no ordinary snow storm, but an old fashioned Northeast blizzard. Sharon seemed a little apprehensive over our situation, so I thought that if we talked a little, it would take her mind off of the storm, so I asked about her family.

She told me that it was just her and her mom, that she had no father or siblings. She told me that she didn’t have a real aunt, but that her mother did have a “friend,” that she called “Aunt Joyce.” who came around a lot.

“Aunt Joyce?” Was her mother gay? I didn’t want to touch that one, and fortunately I didn’t have to because she began asking me questions.

I told her that I was alone also, and that I had no children, but that I did have a real sister who sometimes visited me.

“You don’t got a boyfriend?” she asked.

I shook my head, “Not at the present time,” I told her, “but maybe some day when I feel better about men.”

“So you could get a girlfriend,” Sharon suggested, leaving little doubt in my mind that Aunt Joyce was indeed a girlfriend.

Not wanting to disparage lesbians to the daughter of one, I simply said, “If I ever meet one that I liked, I might do that.”

“Well, don’t you ever get horny?” she asked.

When I finally recovered from the shock, I asked, “What do you mean by horny?” Not quite sure that we were talking about the same thing.

“You know. Like when you get all wet down there and stuff.”

I couldn’t believe that an eleven-year-old was talking about ‘getting wet down there.’ Was I so old that I couldn’t remember being eleven? How old was I when I started getting wet down there? Did eleven-year-olds get wet down there? I imagined so, since I remember masturbating long before I was eleven.

Sharon was obviously waiting for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how to answer. The obvious thing to do was to tell her that we shouldn’t be talking about these things, and changed the subject. “Are you cold?” I asked her.

She slid down from the back of the front seat and onto the floor of the SUV, then pulled the blanket up to her chin. “Uh-huh,” she said, then turned on her right side and pressed up against my left thigh. When she slid down, her short skirt had ridden up, and I could feel wet panties pressed against my left leg. I was being vamped by an eleven-year-old, and didn’t know what to do about it. I couldn’t believe that I was letting this continue, but I was powerless to stop it. “We really shouldn’t run the car too much, because we have to be careful of carbon monoxide leaking into the car,” I said, not wanting this to stop while I got up.

“So couldn’t we both just get under the blanket and keep warm that way?” she asked.

I didn’t answer, but simply slid down to the floor of the car and pulled the blanket up to my chin. I felt my own skirt ride up to the top of my thighs with a little help from myself I’m sure. Sharon threw her left arm over my waist and I could feel her pubic mound pressed against my naked leg, accompanied by a wetness being left by her panties as as she slowly, almost imperceptibly moved against my thigh.

“Honey?” I moaned in a mild protest.

“Huh?” she grunted.

“You really should lie still,” I said in a near whisper.

“How come? I won’t tell nobody, I promise.”

Well at least it was an admission of what she was doing, and not a flat out denial or pretense of innocent touching. The “I won’t tell.” was consent if she were old enough to consent, and the “How come.” was a child like statement of innocence. I only wished that I could be as honest with myself and my own feelings as she was being, but no adult wants to admit that she is being vamped by a mere child.

I could hear the storm blowing so hard that even the big suburban was rocking a little. I knew then that we would be spending the night here. I felt somewhat secure knowing that we had a full tank of gas and a warm blanket, and I wanted to convince Sharon of that. I reminded her that we had plenty of gas for heat, and a warm blanket, and that we were as snug as a bug in a rug. Her response was to hold me tighter and to snuggle up against me.

The question was, could I resist her obvious flirting all night long? We were both lying with our heads on the one pillow that I had in the car, and when I turned to face her, our faces were a mere inch apart. As I stared into that cherubic face, I couldn’t resist kissing her on her lips, but as an adult would kiss a child, as a mother would kiss her daughter.

She had obviously participated in, or witnessed a great deal of open mouth kissing, because before I knew what was happening, we were kissing as two lovers would kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth and I was fumbling under the blanket, trying to remove her panties. She soon became frustrated with my fumbling, broke off the kiss and brazenly tugged her own panties down and off. I wanted desperately to pull off the blanket and look at her naked body, so I leaned over the front seat, started the car and turned both front and rear heaters on full blast. When I got back under the blanket, she was totally naked.

So what now? She’s naked, and she’s waiting for me to get naked, I’m sure, but . . .  she was an eleven-year-old child. I was being led around by an eleven-year-old, a student. That would hardly go over big in court. “Your honor, she seduced me.” When the judge got done laughing, he would sentence me to twenty years in jail.

Finally, she tired of waiting for me to do something, so she ducked under the blanket, tucked her fingers under the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my legs and off of my feet. I didn’t resist or protest, but simply lay there as if frozen in place, not sure that I believed what was happening. She then climbed on top of me, pushed my skirt up over my waist, positioned herself for maximum contact of our clits, and began to thrust her hips, grinding our clits together, moaning and breathing heavily.

Suddenly, it was a case of the student teaching the teacher, and I was a willing student. She began slowly rubbing her clit against mine, staring down at me with a lost look on her face. She was right here fucking me, but with a faraway look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what was happening, as I couldn’t. Slowly, her pace increased in both strength and frequency. Her eyes went wide, her jaw hung slack and a look of wild passion distorted her face. And mine.

I increased my own pace, thrusting and rubbing, catching her rhythm, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks, pulling her pussy hard against mine as we ground together. Writhing like two warm snakes with limbs entwined, both moaning, both making the sounds of a cat with it’s motor running. I was an adult, and she was just a child, but under the covers, everyone is eighteen.

Suddenly, she stopped her snake-like writhing on my pussy, sat up, leaned forward and began to unbutton my blouse, the tip of her tongue protruding from between her lips in total concentration. I lay there, staring up at her in total submission.

When she had opened the last button, she told me, “Sit up.” I obeyed, wanting her to see my breasts, to fondle them, to suck on my hard nipples. She pushed my blouse down over my shoulders and arms, then told me to lean forward, which I did so that she could reach behind me and unsnap and remove my bra, expertly, using only one hand. I could tell that she took great pleasure in baring my breasts as she cupped them, fondled them, and kissed my stiff nipples. Once again, there was no doubt in my mind that she had been here and done this before.

After she removed my skirt and we were both totally naked, she knee-walked back up to my pubic mound and slowly, in a tempting, seductive manner, raised her hands behind her head, laced her fingers, and lowered herself to straddle my pussy, where she began to thrust and grind like a pole dancer in a strip bar, staring down wide eyed into my contorted face to check my reaction.

As I peered down between my breasts, I could see her outer labia come open and her clitoris protrude from its hood, rubbing against me with each thrust of her hips. I felt powerless to do anything but lay there and let her do to me as she wished.

Suddenly, I wanted more. I wanted to drink from her wet pussy, lick her and suck her, and tongue-fuck her tight asshole.

I grabbed her hips and tugged her up to my face. She turned to face my feet and lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth, lips, and tongue.

She was on hands and knees, straddling me, her head between my legs, her tongue working on my own pussy. She soon began to shake and tremble, and I could taste her cum as it ran out of her and into my mouth. As I drank from her, I rewarded her with a mouth full of my own cum, which she swallowed eagerly.

Before finally falling asleep, I asked her who taught her to do all of that, and if it had been her mother? She shook her head no, and said it was her Aunt Joyce, whose place she stayed at after school until her mother got home from work and picked her up.

We were awakened at daylight by the sound of snowplows on the road. A knock came on the car window, and we hurriedly got dressed, putting our underthings in the jack well to save time. I rolled down the window and saw several men shoveling the SUV out. A man asked if we were okay, and with faces covered in dried cum, we assured him that we were.

When we arrived at Sharon’s house, we were greeted by a beautiful woman who was a grownup version of Sharon. She had called the school and was told that Sharon had missed the school bus and was being driven home by her teacher. Judy, Sharon’s mother, had spent the night on the phone with the police and pacing the floor. She gave me a big hug and thanked me for taking care of her daughter, and invited me to come for dinner and cocktails some evening. Which I accepted.

The End

 

How to Kiss

  • Posted on September 5, 2017 at 6:08 am

 

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Ann and Una, Chapter 1

  • Posted on September 4, 2017 at 7:17 am

By Una

{ This story was originally posted at the now-defunct Sisters in Love }

I regard myself as a lesbian, but my sexuality is more wrapped up with my sister Ann, who I have been in love with for most of my life. We grew up in Ireland and now live in London.

For a long time, I really believed that Ann and I were the only two females in the world, and in the whole of time, who had the sort of feelings we had for each other, and who got up to the things that we got up to.

Ann is two years older than me, we are both Pisces. We fought like cats at times when we were young, and yet we were really close, sharing a large bedroom with two single beds until Ann got her period at age 13 and mother moved her to an adjoining room. While we still slept in the same room, a fierce storm woke us one night.

Terrified of the lightning, I went to Ann’s bed and we snuggled together, huddled close because of the small width of the single bed. Long after the storm ended, I was still awake. So was Ann. I cuddled her back, spoon fashion, my arm around her, a hand on her tummy, resting on the puckered waistband of her knickers.

I couldn’t get to sleep. The smell of her freshly-washed long hair, a delicious apple-blossom fragrance, was really distracting. All of Ann seemed to enchant me. The softness of her skin, the vague hint of perfume where she had dusted Cussons talcum powder on her body after her bedtime bath, her warmth.

I snuggled close, pressing my tummy against her back, cuddling my nether regions against the roundness of her bottom. I pulled her towards me, driven by the urge which made me hunger for the sensation of being astride the spider’s web. As I unconsciously thrust my mound against her soft buttocks, she pushed back suddenly.

The sensation of her body pressing into me like that was overwhelming. I could feel my face burning in the darkness, and some little voice cried out for just one chance to feel that wonderful sensation again.

I pressed close against her, feeling my vulva flatten on the solid part of her buttock below her hip. She pushed back again. This time she didn’t say, “Go to sleep.” She merely wriggled, re-positioning herself so we were both comfortable with what was happening. From that point on, who pressed what and when is lost in the mists of time now.

What can never be forgotten, though, is the heat which we both generated and the wonderful feeling of an out-of-body experience which overwhelmed me as I humped my young Mound of Venus against Ann.

I must have orgasmed. I don’t know. At age nine, as I was then, I had never heard of an orgasm. What we were doing was a mystery: a secret mystery; a taboo that was so sacred that we couldn’t even think we were breaking it.

My most vivid memory was of rolling away from Ann, onto my back, breathing deeply and feeling so, so satisfied. The sensations which had convulsed my body had ebbed almost to the point of disappearing. But they were being replaced with a mood of satisfaction, every part of me seemed relaxed, the world felt a perfect place. I had never known such happiness and contentment.

I lay there listening to the rain beating against the dormer window of our room, thinking that I wanted to stay here, in this bed, always — with Ann. I wanted forever to be enveloped in her blend of personal scents, her perfumed soap, her girlie perspiration and her fragrant hair. Looking back, I wonder was there another aroma there — the heady smell of her female arousal that enticed me, but which was then unfamiliar. I was to savor it when my sister and I lay together in later times, but that stormy night must have been the first occasion when Ann’s excitement wafted on the air that I was breathing.

Still unable to sleep, I delighted in the heat of the bed and the after-glow of tingles in places I’d never had tingles before. The back of my knees, the small of my back, around my chest, all were still alive in a way which was new.

Ann was sighing softly, a whispering, tell-tale sigh which was to become familiar as we grew older. There were subtle vibrations under the bed-clothes. I put my hand on her cotton nightdress, and felt her tummy moving in a pulsing beat. Her forearm indicated that her hand was between her legs: one knee was holding the bed-clothes high.

Instinctively, I ran the hand upwards, across her bust, stopping to palm her budding breasts. My finger circled their roundness beneath the nightie, brushing the unfamiliar hardness of her nipple. I stretched the tiny bud, my finger and thumb pulling gently to test the elasticity of this new discovery of my sister’s erect nipple. She moaned, not in pain but in ecstasy — a moan that had my temperature soaring again. Sighing deeply, her hand moving faster as I tugged her nipple, she slipped into a paroxysm of shivers which would have frightened me a few days earlier. But I shared the joy I knew she was having. I knew that Ann was having the same wonderful out-of-body experience I’d had a short time earlier.

As her orgasm died, she hugged me and whispered: “I love you, Una.” She kissed me on the cheek, I brushed her hair back from her moist cheek and kissed her chastely back. Then we turned back to back, as though we felt we had already gone too far. The sense of peace, contentment and satisfaction I had from feeling and hearing Ann come alongside me was as great as I’d got from my own climax. Somehow, I knew that I was in the grip of something so intense that it would be with me for life. I loved Ann, from that night onwards, in a way that I could never love any other creature.

*****

It wasn’t my sister Ann who introduced me to the pleasures of passionate kissing, though; it was my best friend Mags.

We were both eleven years old when it happened. We were having a sleep-over at her house, sharing a double bed, as we had done many times for the four years we had known each other.

I always loved a sleepover. There was the adventure of being away from home, the sights and smells and atmosphere of a different family — and the giggling companionship which came from sharing a bed with a soul-mate.

Mags was more developed than I, she knew more of life. She was the youngest of three sisters, more street-wise. She’d been places and done things which I hadn’t yet got around to, like going to the cinema with her big sister. She’d also learned to kiss.

We huddled together chastely in the double bed, in long nighties and cotton knickers. Our talk of kissing and romance waxed and waned. The conversation roamed: there were singers we fancied — Elvis, Paul McCartney — songs we loved and some we didn’t. We talked of great films we had seen, of daring scenes when a heroine had been swept into the arms of a lover, of how he had kissed her while she lay back in surrender.

Then we were talking about kissing. Mags was bursting to tell me more, to show off her vast experience! I was curious, desperate for more information, intoxicated by the intimacy between us in the murmuring dark.

I told Mags about my first and only kiss, which had been an awful experience. Even then, I didn’t understand why anyone would want to do such things with boys. She had much to say in agreement with me, including revealing that one of her first kissing partners had put his hand under her clothes and had touched her knickers, “like this,” she said, before she pushed him away.

As we lay facing each other in the secret darkness, her hand moved under my nightdress and touched the back of my pants. I felt her fingers press into my buttock.

To say that I was thrilled would be wrong; stunned would be a better description. It was as though that soft girly hand had mesmerized me. Perhaps I felt aroused. I wasn’t aware of it. What I did feel was a vague sensation that was going down a road I wanted to explore more.

Margaret’s lips were close to my ear as she extolled the delights of real kissing which made you tingle. Her damp breath was moistening my ear lobe. I turned my face a little — and her mouth was on mine. We touched closed lips. Guilt swept through me. I’d have to tell this in confession. This awful sin would haunt me.

And then nature, and the common sense which has descended to all of us from countless generations of women, clicked in. This wasn’t a sin. I pressed my lips against Mag’s — then relaxed them, allowing her to take her turn at pressing against mine.

When she did, my temperature rose. My face flushed. Down there, some previously unknown hunger stirred. I was reminded instantly of the games my sister Ann and I played that one night when we shared a bed.

Margaret moved now, rolling on top, pushing back hair from my forehead, pressing her still-closed lips hard on mine. I opened my legs, arms around her neck. I could feel her tummy, warm and soft against mine. It gave delightful little goose-pimples around my budding bust and creeping tingles near my crotch where her thighs were holding mine open. I liked it. This was wonderful.

But there was more to come. As our heads moved from side to side, her lips slid across mine, and mine across hers. Then I felt the tip of Margaret’s tongue, teasing my lower lip. Oh my God! There was a flood of sensation within me. I was on fire.

I pressed my mouth against the wet, triangular sliver of flesh. Margaret pressed also, until the tongue forced its way in — penetrating my soul as well as my lips. We thrashed about, consumed by young, newly-found passion. Now I knew what a real kiss was.

My body heaved as our mouths devoured each other. My tongue had instinctively followed hers as it retreated. It explored every part of her mouth, as she had done with mine. Mags was pressing her tummy on mine. Of their own accord, my knees rose as my thighs opened wider to bring her nearer, before closing tight in a fierce hug on her hips.

Her hand was under my nightdress now, cupping my buttock, drawing me towards her as we clasped each other in a passionate embrace. Despite our thick undies and modest nighties, we could feel our mounds, touching, then pressing hard.

My forehead was moist with perspiration, my cheeks were on fire. But the heat and dampness of my face were as nothing compared with the warm wetness between my legs. I knew I was sinning, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted Mags to touch me everywhere — to stroke my bare skin inside my knickers. My hunger was unbelievable.

I took my arms from around her neck. Placing a hand under her nightclothes, I caressed her rounded bottom, as she was doing with mine. We must have been making sounds of some sort. I had gone beyond caring about where I was. I was not in Margaret’s bedroom a few steps away from her sleeping parents — I was in wonderland, in some magic place where only Mags and I existed.

And then our secret world suddenly turned upside down. The voice of Mags’s mother was moving across the room. The bedside light clicked on. How she had done it I didn’t know. One minute Margaret was writhing on top of me, the next she was lying alongside, innocently greeting her mother.

I knew my face was a dead giveaway. I could feel it burning with incredible heat. I knew my forehead and beetroot red neck were coated in perspiration. I hoped Margaret’s mother wouldn’t notice.

We were told it was long after midnight. We should have been asleep. Somehow, I had lowered my knees and was surreptitiously tugging the hem of my nightdress below my knee. I was terrified Margaret’s mother would pull aside the bedclothes and see our nightclothes had ridden up.

There was some scolding. We had been talking and making noise. In fact we had not been talking at all for at least five minutes, but I was conscious that one or both of us had been sighing and moaning in passion. We must have been overheard. Had she listened at the door before entering?

Mags remained uncharacteristically quiet. I wondered if this was the first time her mum had heard sounds during sleep-overs with other girls. And then, hands on hips, she was ordering Mags into her empty brother’s bedroom next door, so we both could get to sleep.

I accepted the explanation that it was to prevent us talking and keeping each other awake. Years later, I wondered if Mags’ mother was more knowledgeable than I believed then. After all, she had been a curious young girl herself.

Margaret’s instruction in the art of passionate kissing was a lesson well learned… and a step along the road to a deeper, more intense relationship with my sister Ann.

Mags soon became mad about boys as we got older, although her passion could be, and was, directed at those who attracted her, of either gender. But Ann and I, while outwardly flirting with boys, and secretly having regular crushes on other girls, had something too precious between us for words. We had long been like that, from those times when, not much older than toddlers, we had fought in catty combat — and then found intense comfort in reconciliation cuddles and kisses.

Ann was apparently growing away from me. She was older now. We no longer shared a room since her monthly visitor had arrived. But despite that, we remained secretly close — trading special smiles when no one was around, sharing the bathroom from time to time, me peeing, stealing glances while she luxuriated in the bath preparing for the disco. It was as though we could read each other’s minds.

We could no longer share a bedroom, but there were ways we could get together intimately which no one knew about. By the time I was twelve, with the benefit of Mags’ tuition in kissing, I had discovered other things about my body. Having once learned the pleasures of self-examination of my budding breasts and swelling vulva, I was becoming addicted to the habit of self-satisfaction. And Ann had found a way to express her sisterly love. But I’m getting ahead of the story…

Continue on to Chapter 2
 

My Family, Friends, and Sex – Chapter 14

  • Posted on September 3, 2017 at 8:04 am

By Purple Les

I didn’t wake up till way late Sunday morning. When I did wake up I just lay there for the longest time. Had yesterday been a dream? Sex with Mary and Lucy, in front of Pam. Sex with Pam afterwards. I hugged Ingrid, my sock monkey, and asked her if all that had really happened.

Of course she didn’t really answer me, but her face made me look up at my bed headboard shelf. There was the grape lipstick Pam had given me. I looked at my pile of clothes on the floor. Everything was there, except the panties I’d given to Pam. I played with the lipstick tube. Making it go up and down, thinking about how Pam put it on her lips, and her lips had been on my lips.

I thought about touching the lipstick to my pussy. Then I would put it on my lips and go around kissing Mom, or Mary. I wanted to kiss Pam some more too. She turned out to be a real good kisser.

I would have masturbated right then, but the urge to go pee overruled all my other thoughts. I placed the lipstick next to the Chinese puzzle box. I put on my slippers and headed downstairs.

I went straight to the bathroom. I peed a long time it seemed. I wiped my self, got up and flushed the toilet. I washed my hands and face real good with soap and cold water to help wake myself up.

Mom’s bedroom door was still closed. It was after 10:30. Mom was always up before me. I saw Aunt Billie sitting on the couch. She had coffee and I sat by her, carefully, so I didn’t make her spill it.

We just said the normal good morning stuff. She finished her coffee, and brushed my hair. While Aunt Billie brushed my hair, she talked to me.

“Thanks for being a good girl yesterday, Katy. Pam said you were the best kid she ever stayed with.”

I didn’t say anything. I don’t talk much in the morning, at first. I thought to myself though, “Yeah, the best kid who ever licked her pretty purple pussy.”

“Did you like her, Katy?”

I nodded my head, “Yes.”

I thought to myself, If you only knew how much I liked her, Aunt Billie. Then I smiled to myself, and thought, Oh, did you say ‘like’, or ‘lick’?

“Okay, good. How about some breakfast?”

I nodded again, and we went into the kitchen.

We sat at the table with cereal and juice. Mom would make a huge breakfast on Sundays. Aunt Billie wasn’t much of a cook.

“Is Mom okay?”

“She needs her rest today, Katy. So, I was wondering if you, and Mary had some sex fun yesterday. Did you do anything sexy with Pam?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you anything.”

“Why not?”

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything.”

“Come on, Katy. I’m your Aunt, you can tell me. Please? It’ll just be between us.”

“What’s going on with Mom? Where were you guys all day yesterday?”

“I can’t tell you. I promised your mother I wouldn’t say anything to you.”

“I promised Pam I wouldn’t say nothing either.”

“So you two did do something sex-wise?”

“I will not confirm or deny anything.”

That made Aunt Billie laugh. Then I told her how Sheriff Johnson and Officer Sanchez had been looking for a crook last night.

“Yes,” said Aunt Billie, “Pam, told us all about it. I saw on the news this morning that they caught him.”

We talked about that while we finished breakfast. When we were done eating, I asked Aunt Billie if she had brought any more naughty DVDs with her.

“No, but I have something on my iPad that you will love.”

We left the kitchen and sat on the couch again.

“This is a friend of mine, Katy,” said Aunt Billie, as she brought up an image on her iPad.

It was a woman about Aunt Billie’s age. She looked nice, just a regular-looking woman.

Aunt Billie hit a button, and the picture came to life.

The woman smiled toward us, then she spoke, and said, “Come on, Pumpkin, time for your bath.” Then she faced us again and winked.

Next thing the woman was sitting on the edge of a bathtub.

She said, “Come here, Pumpkin. Aunt Billie will keep us company. Okay?”

Then a little girl appeared on the iPad screen.

“Okay, Mommy. I like Aunt Billie.”

I asked Aunt Billie how old the girl was. She told me, “Six.”

Then on the screen we watched the woman undress her daughter and help her into the bathtub. The girl was real cute, and we got a long look at her bare naked, before she got in the tub.

The screen went dark. When it came up again, the woman, now naked too, was in the tub with her daughter. The daughter was standing in the tub and her mommy was washing the little girl’s butt with her bare hands, no wash cloth. The girl’s ass was all shiny from the water and soap.

Then her mommy said, “Okay, Pumpkin, let’s dry off, and we can all get in bed together.”

The screen went dark.

“Is that the end? It was just getting good, Aunt Billie.”

“Sorry, Katy. That’s all. I can tell you about the rest if you want.”

I said that would be real cool. Then we heard Mom come out of her room and head to the bathroom. When Mom came out of the bathroom, she went to the kitchen.

Me and Aunt Billie followed her in. Mom sat at the table and put her head in her arms on the table.

“How you doing, Carol?”

Mom said something we didn’t understand.

I made some toast and scrambled eggs for Mom. Mom had a sip of coffee. She took one bite of toast, another sip of coffee, and went back to bed.

I shook Aunt Billie’s arm, hard as I could, and asked her again what was going on.

Aunt Billie ate the eggs. “Wow, Katy, you’re a good cook.”

“What’s wrong with Mom?”

“I can’t say. Just, well, she’ll be okay in a day or two.”

It was a weird Sunday. Mom stayed in bed most of the day.

Aunt Billie stayed with us a couple of days, till Mom was better. I had gone to school Monday. When I got home, I smelled incense. Had they had sex? I found a little bit of a small cigarette, it smelled funny. At least Mom was up and seemed like she felt better. I made scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes for dinner. Mom ate some.

By Wednesday Aunt Billie had left, and by Saturday Mom was feeling better and eating more.

A couple weeks went by without much going on. Mom seemed to be well again. As well as I had seen her since after last Thanksgiving. She still wasn’t like she was before last Thanksgiving. It seemed so long ago, I had almost forgot how Mom used to be, and not like she’d been the last few months.

It was a Wednesday when it happened. A morning so cold you could see the air sparkle. The water main near school broke, and we got sent home early. When me and Mary got off the bus and walked toward my house, we saw Mrs Tran’s car in the driveway.

“Hey! Look, Katy! My mom’s here.”

Mary started to run toward the house. I grabbed her coat.

Mary said, “Hey! What’s the big idea?” She almost fell over backwards.

“We can’t go to the house.” I was thinking of what might be going on in there.

Mary looked at me like I was goofy. “Why on earth not?”

I stammered, I fidgeted, I tried to think of some good reason.

“Um, well … because….” Mary stared at me, and I told her, “Well, because I think our Moms are having sex.”

Mary laughed like I’d just made the funniest joke ever.

“Okay, Katy, your perv mind has just exploded into total overdrive. Come on, it’s cold out here.”

Then she tried to pull me toward my house and I pulled her back toward me.

“Honest, Mary. I think our Moms are having sex. We can’t go in there.”

“You’re nuts, Katy. Lucy would be in there too. Are they all having sex?”

I nodded my head hard, to say, “Yes.”

Mary laughed at me again. “Katy, you need a sex life. Your brain is overfull of dirty thoughts.”

“Please, Mary. At least let’s peak through my Mom’s window first. Okay? Please?”

With a look of total disbelief on her face, Mary followed me to the side of the house. Mom’s shades were up just a little, and there was a light on in the bedroom.

I guess the light was on because of the grey clouds that had moved in, making the day so dark. Normally we wouldn’t be able to see in the window, but because of the snowdrift there, we could stand on it and see in easy.

Now Mary looked a little scared, like maybe I wasn’t kidding. “Okay, perv, you look first.”

I stood up tall as I could, and looked in the window. Then I sat down on the snow next to Mary.

“Well, perv, what did you see?”

She thought I would say, “Nothing.” I wished that was what I could say, but it wasn’t.

“Um, well, Mary, I saw our Moms in their underwear, kissing each other. Lucy was on the bed watching them.”

She glared at me and said, “Bullshit!”

Mary stared at me like I was putting her on. Like I was just making it up to get her to look, and then laugh at her ’cause there was nothing to see.

“Well, look for yourself.”

She looked at me like I had just dared her to jump off a cliff. She stood up and looked in the window. She sat back down next to me again.

“Well, was I right, Mary?”

Mary stared at me again. “No! You were wrong.” Her eyes were wide behind her glasses. “When I looked, they were both bare naked. They’d stopped kissing and were undressing Lucy.”

We just sat there in the snow for a while. Then we both stood up together and looked in the window at the same time. There were all three of them on my mom’s bed. My mom was licking Mrs Tran’s pussy, and Lucy was sitting on Mrs Tran’s face. Me and Mary sat down again.

“Golly, Mary. I, uh, sorry. I hope you’re not mad at me.”

“Jesus, Katy. You knew! How did you know?”

“Um, I didn’t know. I just had a feeling.”

“I’m not mad, I just, I mean …” and then Mary stood up again for another look. When she sat back down I asked her what she’d seen.

She told me to just look. I did. There our Moms were, laying next to each other, kissing and playing with each other’s tits. Lucy was also nude. She was on her knees between our Moms.

Lucy’s arms ended at her wrists. It took me a minute to realize that was because her little hands were in our moms’ pussies. I sat back down by Mary.

We looked at each other. Mary looked in the window again. I asked her what she was seeing.

“Katy, our moms are kissing and licking Lucy, all over.”

After a minute, Mary sat back down and looked at me.

“Golly, Mary, I wished we had never got out of school early today. Don’t be mad at me. Please don’t be mad.”

Mary smiled at me. “Shit, Katy, I just had a come in my pants. I didn’t even touch myself. I came just watching them. I’m not mad at you. It’s okay, Katy.”

We sat there till we were freezing to death. I looked in the window, they were dressed now, and walking out of the bedroom.

“We can go in now, Mary.”

We went to the side door, like we had just got there. Our Moms and Lucy acted like nothing had ever happened, like they hadn’t just had a sex party. We talked about school while we had hot chocolate. Just so normal. Then the Trans left to go home.

After they were gone, I told Mom how Mary and me had watched and everything. Mom told me not to worry. It would all work out, she was sure.

Mary was quiet the next morning as we rode on the bus to school. When we walked home after school, she didn’t say much. I was worried she was mad at me. Or worse, that she was mad at her mom or sister. When we got to my house, she said goodbye, we rubbed noses, and then she said, “I had sex with my Mom last night, Katy. I know all about everything. About you, and your mom, and your aunt. About how you had sex with my mom. About my mom and sister. I know all about everything. I love you, Katy.”

Then she turned and walked off toward home. She said it all like she was telling me about the baseball scores or something. I had a million questions for her, but she was a speck in the distance now, and I went in the house.

After dinner I snuggled with Mom on the couch. I told her what Mary had said. Mom moved my hair out of my left eye to behind my left ear with her fingers and asked me how I felt about it.

“I don’t know, Mom. I guess I feel good that Mary is happy. I mean, I think she’s happy. I don’t know how I feel.”

Later Mom gave Mrs. Tran a phone call from the old wall phone in the kitchen. I sat on the kitchen counter and listened to my Mom.

“Hi, Grace. It’s Carol. Doing better, thanks. Can you talk? Okay, good. Well, Mary told Katy that she had sex with you. And that she knows about everything. Oh, yes, uh-huh….”

It drove me crazy wondering about what Mrs. Tran was saying to my mom. Once Mrs. Tran started talking, my mom mostly just listened.

“Yeah, Grace, Katy’s here with me. Oh, I bet she would love that. Well, let me ask her, hang on.”

Mom held the phone against her chest, and said, “Katy, how would you feel about Mary coming over to stay with us Friday night?”

I jumped off the counter, jumped up and down, and said, “Yes, yes, yes!”

Then Mom said, “Would you mind if I maybe had sex with you and Mary? Because Mrs. Tran says Mary would like to do that, have sex with us, I mean. Would you like that, Katy?”

I tried to do a back flip, I was so happy, but I only got  part way, and fell on my butt. Mom saw I wasn’t hurt and smiled at me. Then she said into the phone, “I guess Katy is okay with that, Grace. Yes, she can come here after school. Okay, Grace, love you too, bye.”

I was so happy when I went to bed. Mary would be coming home with me after school Friday and staying all night. Friday morning I was all excited. At lunch I told Mary again how great tonight was going to be.

I almost got sick to my stomach though when Siobhan sat down with us and said, “Katy, thank you, and Mary, so much for inviting me over tonight. I’ve never been to a slumber party before. I’m very excited about it.”

I didn’t remember asking her. I looked at Mary, who smiled at me. When Siobhan took her tray back, I asked Mary what the deal was. The whole weekend was ruined now.

“No, it’s fine, Katy.” Mary said. “Not only does Siobhan have a crush on us. I’ve let her know that me and you have sex.”

“Are you crazy? How could you? This ruins everything. It was gonna be you and my mom and me all doing stuff, but now we can’t with the eight-year-old professor there.”

“You’re wrong, Katy. We’ll have a great time. Including your mom. Siobhan has told me she’s tried to masturbate and can’t reach an orgasm. I told her me and you will show her how. It’s really going to be fun.”

“I doubt it,” I sighed.

We stopped talking about that because Siobhan had come back.

“What shall I bring along tonight, Katy? Perhaps a book on philosophy to help stimulate our discussions?” Siobhan asked me.

Mary spoke before I could. “Bring a pillow, your toothbrush, a change of clothes, your hairbrush, whatever you wear to bed, and that’s all you need.”

The bell rang, and as we gathered our books, Siobhan said again, “Thank you again, Katy. I will be over after dinner with my parents.”

I said, “Cool,” and then I glared at Mary. But I couldn’t be mad. Siobhan was cute, even if she was super nerdy, and I guess me and Mary were her only real friends.

So now my excitement for tonight was tempered with a feeling of disappointment. At least I would be with Mary all night. Even if it didn’t look to me like we would get a chance to have any sex. I still looked forward to the last bell of the day and the weekend.

Continue on to Chapter 15

 

Pursuit of Happiness, Part Two

  • Posted on September 2, 2017 at 9:30 am

By Christene

Lauren was exhausted when she staggered into the room. Too many of her friends were sitting with similar expressions of exhaustion. She sank down into a chair.

They’d all seen so many patients that day. Some of them had been their boys, but some of them had been POWs left behind.

Lauren lifted her head. She ran her fingers through her long red hair. Her hands were shaking. She was so tired. Her deep green eyes reflected how long she’d gone without sleep. She could hear the loud chaos of the hospital, but she could also hear the sounds coming from the streets outside.

She could not help but remember that she had always wanted to see Paris, but never like this.

An excited nurse burst into the room. “Mail!” she cried. “We’ve got mail!”

So many nurses scrambled to their feet, hoping that there would be even the smallest news from home to keep their spirits alive.

“Lauren.”

Lauren lifted her head in surprise. “Yes?” she stammered.

The nurse smiled softly. “There’s one for you,” she said.

The others looked at Lauren in amazement. In all the time they had been away from home, the beautiful young woman had never received a letter. They had often wondered why. Lauren was so kind, so personable. It didn’t make sense for her not to have family, or even a special someone back home.

Lauren took the letter into her hands. They shook violently as she recognized the handwriting. She carefully opened the envelope. When she pulled out the letter, tears rose inside her eyes. It had been written on paper from her diary. She recognized the paper, but more than anything, she could clearly see her own words lingering on the page.

“Paige is in the backyard reading beneath a tree,” it read. “She looks so beautiful. I wonder if she knows. I try to hide what’s in my eyes, but Paige knows me better than anyone ever has or ever will. Does she know how deeply I love her? Does she know that I am madly, passionately, head-over-heels in love with her?”

Lauren blanched more by the moment. Paige must have read this and decided to send it to her as a means of telling her that she knew everything and could never forgive her.

Determined to see it through to the end, Lauren continued reading silently.

“I should tell her. I want to tell her. And yet… how do you tell your best friend that what you feel is more than friendship? For that matter, how do you tell your best friend that when she’s your sister?”

The handwriting suddenly changed as a few elegant lines were fluidly scrolled along the bottom of the page.

How do you say what cannot be said? You say it with the love inside your eyes, with the emotion inside your kiss and the beating of your heart when it lives for another.

Come home to me safely, my Love. Please.

The sudden sound of Lauren’s cries frightened the others. They flocked to her in a supportive guild. Their arms embraced her with a fierce protectiveness. They rocked her gently and smoothed her back as Lauren, their strong Lauren, cried with utter abandon.

* * *

August 1945

Cries rose up amongst the masses.

Strangers embraced one another for the sheer happiness of the moment. People wept. Sailors raced through the streets, kissing every woman within sight. Confetti rained from the sky that seemed all but suspended by joyous singing and boisterous cheers. The cheers grew thunderous, as if to announce to the very heavens that it was over. It was finally over.

* * *

Her heart was racing. Paige had dressed herself in an airy red dress, which brought out the excited flush of her cheeks. Among the many other women looking expectantly to the train station, she was a brilliant flash of color amidst a bevy of autumn colors.

Her flowing mahogany hair hung with satiny glory between her shoulder blades. Her eyes flashed as shimmering honey pools. Her body grew tense.

She and every other soul crowding the platform looked to the train coming proudly into the station. Cheers flooded the air. A band began to play loudly, welcoming their men and women home.

Her trembling hands clasped together. Paige held them close to her chest. The beautiful woman felt dizzy with happiness. Her sister was home. She was home!

Paige was lost inside an eerie sort of haze. She had seen the people beginning to disembark. Their colors blurred together in a vibrant smearing of colors. But all of that changed when one person, one solitary figure, took on the clarity of the sun rising as the dawn. Even among the others dressed in uniform, Lauren was unique in all the world.

Her long red hair was parted to the side. It was sleek with smoothly styled waves. Atop its glistening satin, a garrison cap sat at a slight angle. Her pale skin was glowing inside the olive green uniform housing her hour-glass body. The warm color brought out the intensity of her catlike eyes.

Lauren had never been so happy to see the hometown she had been so eager to escape. She turned. Her eyes scoured her surroundings, doing their best to memorize how things had changed and how exactly they had stayed the same. It was during that awe-filled gaze that her eyes fell on a woman in scarlet.

Her breath caught inside her throat. “Paige,” she exhaled. She wanted to launch forward, to rush into her embrace, but she could not trust herself while she was that close to Paige. Not after having dreamt being inside her arms for all this time.

Then somehow, they were standing directly before one another. They were so close that they could each feel the other’s breath against their tingling skin.

Paige extended her hands. Her movements were painfully slow. She’d never been timid while showing affection toward her sister before. Then again, she’d never been in love before, never ached to touch another person the way that she did now.

With feathery touches her fingertips grazed Lauren’s until they stood face to face, holding each other’s hands. Their eyes met for the first time. For a brief instant, Paige remembered all the times her sister had looked away. Would she now?

Lauren tightened her hold of the hands in hers. Her green eyes danced with tears. “Take me home,” she mouthed.

Around them, the chaos had yet to subside, but within each sister, an odd sort of serenity was sweeping throughout their beings.

Paige refused to release the hand in hers as she sauntered with a slow eroticism through the masses. She felt the eyes staring after her with love, but the thing which sent her core trembling was the heat of arousal warming her back.

They walked along the sidewalk, hand in hand. The lights from the street-lamps fell over them in sporadic pools of warm yellow. Their fingers wove together tightly, connecting them.

* * *

When they entered the front door of their home, it was quiet.

Lauren lifted her eyes as she removed her cap. They were soft as she stared around her childhood home. “Where’s Dad?” she asked absently. In truth, she had hoped he would be sleeping or locked inside his study.

“He was called away,” Paige answered as she took Lauren’s things. “You know how much he lives for invitations to speak at prestigious colleges.”

Lauren laughed quietly despite herself. Her laughter fell away as she thought of what her father’s absence would mean at the practice. “That must mean that Jeffery is—”

“I wouldn’t know,” Paige interrupted quietly. She waited for her sister at the top of the stairs.

The red-haired nurse moved to the foot of the stairs. Her hand rested elegantly against the dark wood railing. She stared up at the vision of her beautiful sister. The hall light at her back warmed the woman’s silhouette in an enchanting halo.

“He and I haven’t spoken since I called off the engagement,” Paige spoke softly.

Lauren felt herself slip into a state of shock. Her head lowered while she stared heavily at the imported rug centered along the stairs. She had not even realized that Paige was no longer at the head of the stairs. So many thoughts were whirling through her mind, but she pushed them back. All that mattered was the question raging throughout her mind. What does this mean? she wondered.

Lauren hurried up the stairs. She moved toward her room on the right. She stopped. A warm light flooded lovingly into the hall. It was coming from her sister’s room. She felt butterflies dancing manically inside her stomach. Her heels kissed the hardwood floors with each slow step she took toward her sister’s bedroom.

Lauren extended her hand. With her fingertips resting against the cool door’s surface, she pushed the door open.

The room was warm with candles. Paige lit the last candle before delicately blowing out the match within her hand. She turned her head as she caught sight of her sister standing inside the doorway. Slowly, she smiled.

“Did you know that the women working the assembly would spend hours talking about what they would do the moment their men came home?” Paige asked nonchalantly.

She strode across the room. Her fingers lightly clasped Lauren’s hands. She pulled her invitingly into the room while she backed further into it. Her honey eyes reflected the flames inside the candles. She turned Lauren gracefully, as if they were dancing to the subtle sound of the wind rustling through the trees.

Lauren felt the backs of her legs touch against the edge of the bed. She swallowed hard at the lump in her throat. Her breath trembled as it slipped past full lips. She held the eyes of the woman she loved, the woman she’d always loved. Her eyes never once looked away, even as Paige’s nimble fingers began unbuttoning the golden buttons of her jacket.

“The one thing that each woman seemed to have in common,” Paige continued in a throaty voice, “was a desperate need to touch, a need to pamper their lover. As if to say ‘thank you’, to say ‘I love you’, to say ‘I missed you’ and ‘I need you.’”

Lauren tried not to tremble. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of Paige moving closer.

Paige tenderly pushed the jacket from Lauren’s shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor. Her fingers loosened the khaki tie around her sister’s neck. When Lauren took her face warmly inside her hands, her hand fell limply to her side. She could feel the tie slipping out of her grasp.

“Paige,” Lauren whispered. Her eyes said so much, even before her lips could utter a word. “Do you realize what you’re saying?” She gave a vulnerable frown. “I was so sure I’d lost you forever when you read my diary. I—”

Lauren’s words were brought to a dramatic end by the lips seizing hers with unending love and passion. The lips moving against hers were the softest she’d ever felt. They were sweet and supple. She parted her lips against them. She felt them part in response to hers. Tender flesh traced along the line of her top lip. She closed her lips around it, suckling lovingly at Paige’s tongue.

Paige tilted her head. She deepened their kiss with a moaned purr that reverberated deep within her throat. Her arms wrapped around Lauren’s body. She crushed her sister to her, feeling proud, shapely breasts crush against hers. Between impassioned kisses, she spoke:

“You’ll never lose me,” Paige promised. “I love you so much, Lauren. I always have.” Her body shivered with excitement as Lauren’s hand slid down from her jaw. They traveled over her shoulders, roaming down her arms until they found a home at her sides.

The slow sound of her dress being unzipped echoed in the air. It joined the sound of their heated breaths rasping in the night, their gentle purrs inspiring dull throbs.

The air came to rush against Paige’s exposed skin. She felt it caress her with each pair of teeth opening. Soon her dress released its hold. It fell to the ground, haloing her body in a lustful ring. She stood inside Lauren’s arms. Her breasts were housed inside a black lace bra. Her panties were of matching grace. Along the smooth length of her beautiful legs, her stockings shimmered. A delicate seam ran along the back of her as if pointing the way toward bliss.

Paige unbuttoned the khaki button-down shirt her army nurse wore. She released an appreciative groan as she glimpsed her sister’s sensuous breasts for the first time. They were full, restrained inside their ivory bra with a seductive pout.

Paige lowered her head. Her lips kissed over the tops of sweet-smelling orbs. She closed her eyes, feeling her sister’s fingers get lost in her dark hair. Her tongue dipped into the valley of her sister’s breasts. She grazed with a slow sweep across the flesh. Her fingers reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping the skirt that separated them. With a slight whoosh, it plummeted to the ground.

Lauren shrugged out of her shirt. She took Paige into her arms, then laid her sister upon the bed. The moment her body crushed to hers, she felt her pulse quicken.

Wrapping both arms around her sister’s neck, Paige claimed her lover’s mouth again. She kissed her deeply, growing lost in the emotions pouring from Lauren directly into her. All the love they had ever shared was heightened in the realization of attraction.

Lauren ran her hand along her sister’s body. She guided her sibling’s leg to wrap around her waist. With it close, she pushed off her sister’s heel, then tossed it to the floor. Her fingers traced the top of Paige’s stocking. She pushed it down slowly, feeling a gift unwrapped beneath her touch. As they kissed, she repeated the act once more on her sister’s other leg. The feel of smooth bare skin wrapping around her waist made her dizzy.

Holding herself up with her arms, Lauren looked down at the woman with mussed mahogany hair. Her red hair hung around her face. She was flushed with wanton desires, but she wanted to savor this night. She’d dreamt of it for so long.

Lauren sat up on her knees. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder absently, unaware that it sent a jolt through her lover watching below. Her arms reached behind her body. She unclasped her bra then removed it with slow eroticism.

Paige gripped tightly at the sheets. She strangled the moan inside her throat as enthralling orbs were revealed to her hungry eyes. She ravaged their flesh with her eyes. The peaks straining to new heights beneath her gaze caused her own nubs to arch painfully. She sat up on her elbows, never taking her eyes away from the woman moving to stand at the side of the bed. She followed the seductive air with which Lauren presented her leg. Then she watched as Lauren slowly removed her stockings.

The little striptease that her sister performed was somehow voyeuristic. Paige felt as though she were somehow glimpsing her sister as she readied for bed. The way Lauren confidently held her foot against the edge of the bed, the way her hands slid over her own leg. It was easy for Paige to imagine the sexy redhead smoothing lotion over her skin.

Lauren’s olive eyes suddenly lifted from her own thigh. She held her lover’s eyes while her thumbs hooked themselves inside her panties. She worked the fabric down, one hip at a time. At first she gave teasing glimpses of her smooth skin. The lower her panties were pushed, the slower their descent became.

Paige rolled onto her side, then commanded her body to rise. Her honey eyes never left the erotic show being put on for her eyes alone. She leaned forward. Her lips sensually covered her sister’s trembling abdomen with lingering kisses.

“Paige,” Lauren moaned as her head fell back. Her lashes fluttered closed.

The eldest sibling breathed deeply of the musky perfume rising in the air. Her lips trailed lower.

Lauren reached down. She grasped desperately to her sister’s shoulder. She stepped out of her panties, but was sure that she would fall if Paige’s lips moved even a breadth lower.

As if reading her sister’s mind, Paige took possession of the hips she craved. She held Lauren upright the instant her lips touched themselves to hers in their first intimate kiss.

Lauren’s chest rose and fell with the passion welling inside her. She moaned aloud as a soft tongue slipped between her lips. It explored her with unhurried ease, memorizing every silken inch of her. She began to shake uncontrollably. Her lips were covered in copious dew. She felt its hot nature turn cool with each moment her lover’s breath rushed to meet it.

“I love you,” Lauren panted.

Paige encircled Lauren’s waist in her strong embrace. She guided her baby sister to rest comfortably against the plush bed. Her hand slid to move the graceful length of Lauren’s leg over her shoulder. She lowered her head. Her lips captured a swollen lip between them, suckling with a hungered need. Her fingers parted the blooming petals until she exposed the bright heart of her sister. She explored its silken depths with the tip of her tongue. Then she pushed her tongue slowly and deeply inside of her sister.

Together, both women moaned lustfully into the night.

Lauren’s back bowed as her body raised off the bed. She parted her legs, offering up herself all the more to her sister’s famished mouth.

Paige reached a hand beneath Lauren. She cupped the sensual swell of her lover’s bottom, using her grasp to pull her lover closer. She fit her mouth to Lauren with greedy need. Her voice was muffled slightly, but Lauren felt her words tickle the throbbing parts of her.

“I love you, Lauren.”

Lauren felt tears stream soundlessly down her cheeks. Her breath grew more ragged. Her abdomen clutched violently. She closed her eyes tightly as a cry of unabashed pleasure burst from her.

Paige moaned into Lauren. She drank heartily from the fount offering itself up to her. As it flooded her, dribbling down the corners of her mouth to run hotly down her chin, she felt her own juices quicken.

A sweat had broken out over Lauren’s entire body. Her chest heaved mightily, but she felt alive. She reached out with shaking hands. She cupped her sister’s face. Insistently, she pulled her lover upward.

Lauren slid her tongue over anointed skin. She tasted herself so clearly against her sister’s face. Turning her head, she captured a pair of moistly fragrant lips. She kissed her sister deeply, caressing her tongue against the tongue that had brought such pleasure to her body.

Paige was trembling. She had never wanted anyone so much. She had never ached as much as she did in this moment. Her back arched with arousal. She relished the feel of Lauren’s hands moving over her. When the erotic redhead released her from the restraints of her bra, she shivered. When Lauren began kneading skillfully at her breasts, she moaned.

Lauren sucked with a quiet purr at the chin stained by her juices. Her hands moved down to the panties she both envied and resented for being so close to Paige. She peeled them away. The perfume their absence released was driving her mad with passion.

Her hand worked between their bodies. Lauren felt her palm purposely grind an erotic slope. She worked the heel of her hand against a hardened clit. She felt her sister’s heartbeat throbbing inside it. She massaged the hardened nub more diligently, spurred onward by the vocal encouragements flooding the air. She had never seen her sister so free. Paige was beautiful and untamed.

Paige rolled her hips, working to meet the hand grinding against her. When her sister’s middle finger dipped into her vagina, then delved deeper at its next attempt, her head fell back with a moan.

Together, they found a rhythm. It was growing more passionate with every wet-laced smack to toll their pace.

“I love you,” Paige said. There was a sudden urgency to her voice.

Unable to take her eyes off of the vision above her, Lauren responded in a raspy voice. “I love you,” she said.

Paige’s juices flooded out of her in time with climax’s cry. Breathless and shaking, she collapsed against her sister’s body.

Lauren wrapped an arm around Paige, holding her close. She remained deeply inside the woman. Her finger felt the persistent kiss of her lover’s inner walls as they involuntarily tightened and relaxed around it.

Weakly, Paige lifted her head. Her arms moved to rest on either side of Lauren’s head. Tenderly, she brushed back the woman’s long hair. She smoothed it gently. Its red roots were dark with sweat, making it appear more like the color of her own hair. She wanted to promise that she would never leave her. She wanted Lauren to promise that she would never leave her again, but none of that truly mattered. All that mattered was that they were together, finally truly together, as they had always secretly longed to be, but never had the courage to admit.

The olive green eyes gazing devotedly into hers would never turn away again. They would never hide what was inside them.

Paige leaned forward. She kissed Lauren with all the love she possessed in her heart. Complete and utter contentment came as the body molding itself to hers offered up that same love without hesitation.

The End

 

Two Moms, Chapter 11

  • Posted on September 1, 2017 at 6:09 am

By Naughty Mommy

Whew, that was close.

Jess and I were in my room, lying on my bed. A while earlier, we’d said we loved each other, easily the best thing ever. And then I got a wonderful surprise.

While we were kissing and sort of grinding together, I actually came with her on top of me. Wow! That had certainly never happened before. Of course, at the time I was also thinking about something I probably never should have thought about — having sex with my own mother! — which for some reason made me come even harder. I don’t know why, but it did.

Anyway, as soon as I’d calmed down a little bit, Jess said she wanted to try doing it too. Except just as we were really getting into it, with her kissing me and humping my leg, going faster and faster, acting like she was almost there, we heard a voice coming down the hall.

“Lia?”

Oh my god, it was my mom! What was she doing home so early?!

We jumped up from the bed and tried to straighten our clothes. I could feel how wet my panties were, and as I was leaning over to look between my legs and see if any of it had soaked through my shorts, my mother appeared in the doorway.

“Oh, hi, Jessica,” she said, with a big smile.

If it bothered my mom to find us that way — all red in the face, sweaty and still breathing hard, probably looking guilty and like we’d just been having sex, which basically we had — she didn’t show it. She just stood there, grinning at us.

“H-how come you’re home early, Mom?” I asked.

“No reason,” she shrugged. “I just wanted to see you, see your pretty face, tell you I love you.”

“Oh, well, I love you too.”

Mom winked at us, then turned and walked back down the hall, humming.

Aliens. It must have been aliens had taken over my mom’s body. Something sure had changed.

“Okay, um, guess I’ll see you later,” Jess giggled. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, then sat down to put on her sneakers.

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An hour later, my mother and I were eating supper. She’d baked a tuna casserole, which I loved, and after she poured herself glass of wine and took a sip, she smiled at me and said, “You wouldn’t mind having another sleepover at Jessica’s house, would you? Say, on Saturday night?”

“Um, no, of course I wouldn’t mind. But—”

“Good, because we that’s what we’re going to do.” She took another drink of wine, a bigger one, then asked, “Do you know why?”

“No. Why?”

“Because Karen Montrose asked me on a date.”

“A date?” I said stupidly.

“Yes! It’s so exciting!” My mom was smiling like crazy. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been on a date?”

“No. How long?”

“Oh my gosh, I don’t know, a long time, so many years…”

My mother went on and on, raving about how great it was and drinking her wine while I ate my dinner. She ate a little bit too, but mostly she just drank wine. I’d never seen her drink that much before.

“You like Karen, don’t you?” she asked at one point.

“Sure, I like her. She’s nice.”

“Good. I like Jessica too, she’s a doll. But I want you to like Karen.”

“Well, yeah, I do.”

I have to say I was feeling sort of uneasy about this, about her going on a date with Karen. I mean, I was glad for my mom, of course, happy that she seemed to be so thrilled and everything. But I couldn’t help worrying what might happen when she discovered the truth.

If they started dating and maybe had a real relationship, then eventually she’d have to find out about Karen masturbating all the time, watching porn and having sex with other women right in front of her twelve-year-old daughter, not to mention in front of me too. I didn’t think my mother would be very happy about that.

But then, who knows? I’d been totally surprised by a lot of things lately. So it’s possible that maybe my mom wouldn’t mind. She might even like that idea. She might even join in!

Now I was really stirred up. I didn’t know what to think or how I should feel. So many different thoughts were swirling around in my head — lesbian porn and masturbation, and being in love with Jessica, and kissing my mother at night, getting so turned on by that — and all those things mixed up together, combining somehow. What did it all mean?

 

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Nora filled her wine glass again. Uh-oh, the bottle was nearly empty. She’d drunk almost the whole thing in one night. That thought made her giggle, though she knew she’d probably have a doozy of a headache in the morning. Oh, well, it was worth it. She felt great.

Smiling at Lia, she took a small bite of tuna casserole. It was definitely a good idea to eat something. Of course, what she really wanted to eat was Karen’s pussy, or Jessica’s, or Lia’s!

The woman squeezed her legs together under the dinner table, scissoring her thighs. It was so wrong, so forbidden, to imagine having sex with your own daughter, a child in seventh grade, and yet it was so fucking hot!

 

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Nothing got solved that night. I finished eating my dinner, and my mom finished an entire bottle of wine. She went on talking about how excited she was, while I continued worrying about stuff, wondering what would happen next, and also feeling kind of aroused as I imagined some of the crazier, kinkier possibilities for the four of us together, two moms and two daughters.

Of course, nothing like that could ever really happen, I told myself, and yet… it was a lot for me to think about!

Plus, there was another thing. The way my mother kept looking at me, it was almost as if she knew exactly what was going through my head — all that dirty stuff, I mean, masturbation and porn and girls having sex with their moms — and maybe she was thinking about it too.

She was sort of leering at me. You know, smiling with her eyes half-closed and licking her lips, as though she was flirting, the same way she’d flirted with Karen when they were at our house for dinner. That was weird in a way, but it made me feel really good too, warm and fluttery inside. I tried to smile back at my mom, encouraging her, I guess. I didn’t really know how to flirt, so I just looked into her eyes and smiled a lot.

 

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Nora’s clit was throbbing. Her panties were soaked, she was sure of that. Trying not to be too obvious about it, she opened her legs for a moment and put a hand under the table, quickly stroking her pussy. She had to stifle a groan, and took her hand away.

Too much more of that and she’d be climaxing at the dinner table, right in front of Lia. Although that was a deliciously tempting idea, she didn’t think they were quite ready for that yet. Everything in its time… yes, everything at some point… someday soon, Nora hoped.

She noticed that Lia was finished eating. Her own plate, meanwhile, had barely been touched, while the wine bottle sat empty. Nora giggled again. For such a disciplined, normally straight-laced person, she was really going over the edge, and she loved it!

“Well, okay,” she said, pushing back her chair. “Want to help me in the kitchen, clean up the dishes?”

“Um, sure,” nodded Lia.

 

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So, I helped my mom with the dishes, and then she asked if I had any homework, which I didn’t. After that, we watched TV for a while, snuggling close together on the sofa. That was really nice.

When it came time for bed, I went in and brushed my teeth, then took off all my clothes except for panties and a t-shirt, and crawled under the covers. As she’d started doing over the past few days, my mother came into my room to kiss me goodnight. Except this time, she not only kissed me, she got in bed with me!

“I just wanna cuddle for a minute, okay?” she murmured in kind of a half-whisper as she wrapped her arms around me.

My heart was pounding fast and I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything. It felt good having her hold me like that, so warm and everything — but it also felt like a whole lot more than just a normal mother-daughter hug.

For one thing, she was wearing that short black nightie again, the one she’d had on when she came in and said goodnight to me and Jessica during our sleepover the other night. The little gown was totally sheer and I could easily see she had nothing on under it. So, I mean, there she was in my bed, practically naked, one leg over mine, her boobs pressing against me, hugging me and kissing my cheek.

And that was the other thing, how she was kissing me. She wasn’t kissing my mouth yet, just my cheek. Well, my cheek and my ear and the side of my neck — which, oh my god, made me shiver all over. Plus, while my mother was kissing me, she was also sort of softly purring, and her body was moving a little bit, like rubbing on me.

The way she was doing that reminded me of what Jess and I had done earlier that afternoon, kissing and humping, almost like we were having sex.

Yes! That’s what it was. It felt like my mom was actually having sex with me — or at least like she wanted to. Her hands were stroking my body, petting me as she kissed and nuzzled, making those moaning, purring sounds. And she was pressing up against me, harder now, her crotch against my leg, really humping.

Meanwhile I was basically just lying there. I wasn’t exactly lying still, of course. I mean, I couldn’t, it was too exciting. When she kissed my neck that way, it made me wiggle all around. But I didn’t do much more than that. I didn’t know where to put my hands, so I just lightly held her. There were plenty of things I wanted to do, except I was feeling too nervous and unsure.

I lay on my back in my bed and let my mother kiss my neck and grind on my leg, wondering how far this might go. Would she come on top of me? Could that actually happen? Would she want to do even more than that?

It turned out she didn’t, not that night anyway. Well, she might have wanted more, just like I did, but she didn’t do anything else. After a couple of minutes, she pulled away a little bit and let out a deep sigh.

We hadn’t turned the light out yet, and I could see how red her face was. It was almost glowing, shiny from sweat. She looked incredibly sexy. My mom gazed into my eyes, and then said, “Okay, baby girl, I’ll let you get to sleep now. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Mom, a lot.”

Then she kissed my mouth, and this was the best one yet. She didn’t use her tongue, but she kept her lips on mine for a long time, sliding around a bit, and moaning again. This was totally not your standard mother-daughter kiss!

At last she got out of bed and went to the door, pausing for a second before she switched off the light. I looked at her, standing there in that see-through nightie, her sexy body on display. And I mean I really stared at her, I didn’t try to take my eyes away at all. She sure didn’t seem to mind. My mother stood a moment longer, smiling and nodding. Then she blew me a kiss, turned out the light, and left the room.

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I got the same wonderful kind of kiss the next night, Thursday, and also on Friday night. Mom didn’t get in bed with me again, and she didn’t drink a whole bottle of wine at dinner either, but she gave me a really great kiss when she came in to say goodnight, just a perfect kiss, like lovers would give each other. That always left me breathless, as well as totally turned on.

She also talked a lot more to me about her date coming up with Karen on Saturday, asking what I thought she should wear and stuff. In fact, after dinner on Friday she modeled a bunch of different outfits for me, asking my opinion. That was cool, ‘cause I got to sit on her bed and watch her changing clothes, staring at her body as she tried on various bras and panties and skirts and high heels.

I have to admit that Jess was right. My mom is extremely hot. She has those gorgeous big boobs and her legs are great, so nicely shaped. Her face is awfully pretty too, especially her eyes and her mouth. She definitely turns me on.

I’d finally reached the point where I could simply look at my mother that way, as a sexy woman, and not feel weird or guilty about it anymore. When I masturbated in my bed every night after she’d tucked me in and kissed my lips, almost all of my best fantasies — the ones that made me come the hardest — were about her, about making love with my mom.

And the other good thing is, all those concerns I’d had about what would happen when she finally learned the truth about Karen were bothering me a lot less now. I mean, after the way my mother had acted in the dressing at Victoria’s Secret with me and Jessica, staring at our naked bodies, like not even trying to hide how much she wanted to have sex with us — with a pair of twelve-year-old girls, one of them her own daughter! — considering that, it was kind of hard to imagine her getting upset about the things Karen did.

Then, add to that those long, warm, yummy kisses she was giving me every night, right on the lips, way beyond what you’d ever expect between a mom and her kid. Plus, of course, what she’d done when she got in bed with me a couple days earlier, on Wednesday night, humping my leg so hard until I thought she was just about ready to come. Oh my god!

After all that, I wasn’t really worrying much any more, but I sure did have a lot of stuff on my mind. The truth is, in fact, I was pretty much over the edge, constantly thinking about incest — yes! — thinking about incest, sex with my own mom, and feeling unbelievably aroused by that idea. I knew this was wrong, or was supposed to be, anyway. But it sure didn’t feel wrong to me.

When I rubbed my clit and imagined it was my mother touching me there, and when I thought about how nice it was to have her in bed with me, hugging me, kissing me, rubbing her warm body against me, it just made me feel happy. It made me feel loved. And it made me come, so hard.

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