Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Foxi

{ This story was originally posted at the Loliwood site on January 2011 }

I wanted to treat myself to something unique and truly sexy for my birthday. I could have gone to Victoria’s Secret and picked up some lingerie, but I knew that I wanted something more than a shopping spree.

Then I got an idea that, if I could make it happen, would be the hottest, most exciting birthday treat imaginable. All I needed was my daughter Susie to agree.

I’d had Susie early in my ill-fated marriage… and like me, she was cute and sexy. At ten she was already turning the heads of grown men — and a few women, too.

I’d decided that the ultimate gift for my birthday would be a portfolio of studio photographs of my precious little girl, naked and posing for the camera.

Susie was utterly gorgeous. Her long black hair hung just above her tight little ass and her body, just now beginning to curve, was just boyish enough to make her androgynous in the most delicious way. She never wore a bra if she could help it, and her budding breasts were always visible through the tight t-shirts she regularly wore.

I adore nearly all types of sex, and I felt certain that my baby girl would feel the same way when she made love for the first time. I’ve always been very open with my daughter, letting her know anything about sex that she is curious about. I am bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and have enjoyed many lovers ever since my divorce. Susie knows this, of course.

I remember one day when she came up to me and asked me what it was like to go down on a woman. Lots of mothers would have passed out on the spot, but I just took her in my lap and explained how to perform cunnilingus in detail. I still remember the look of wonder and amazement on her face… and how I found myself getting turned on, wishing I had the nerve to show my little girl how incredible it is to have your pussy licked.

That’s right — I wanted to take off her school dress and the pretty panties I bought for her, part those lithe, lovely legs and pleasure my eleven-year-old daughter, kiss and lick her smooth slit until she cried out, overwhelmed by her first climax.

But once again I managed to restrain my desire, though incest with Susie has long been one of my favorite fantasies. More than any other reason, that was why I wanted sexy naked pictures of my baby girl — so I could freely indulge in the lust I felt for Susie without doing something a mother shouldn’t.

So I sat Susie down and asked her if she would do me a really big favor for my birthday. She smiled and asked, “What is it, Mommy?”

“I want you to pose naked for some pictures at my friend Julie’s studio.”

She pursed her lips. “Um… who are they for?”

I caressed her cheek. “Silly girl… why would I ask you to pose for my birthday if I was going to give the photos to someone else? They’re for me!”

I watched her eyes grow wide, a huge smile appearing on her face. Oh, she was excited, no doubt.

“Really? You want pictures of me?”

I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. “Yes, baby… I want to have a portfolio of you for my birthday. Do you think you can do that for me? Mommy would really, really like that, honey.”

“What’s a portfolio?” She asked, looking up at me as we hugged.

“A photographer takes lots of pictures of you, honey… then puts them into a book for your mommy to look at.”

“So… you want pictures of me naked, Mommy? All over?”

I tilted her face up toward mine. Her green eyes were sparkling. God, she was so fucking beautiful. “Baby, if you’re not comfortable with the idea, that’s okay. But yes… I want you all naked for me, and to have pictures of your beautiful body to keep forever and ever. That would make me so happy.” I told Susie this as I held her close, caressing her body and giving her sweet little kisses.

She eagerly nodded. “Okay, Mommy — I’ll do it. When do you want to?”

“Tonight, honey… tonight.”

***

That night I made sure my baby was clean and ready to be photographed in the nude. While Susie was getting dressed, I called my friend Julie and told her we were ready.

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to shoot your little honey. She is one fine looking girl.”

Julie ran a photography studio. She did family portraits and the like, but really loved nude photography of women and girls. The idea of doing a session with Susie really got her juices flowing. I knew it would, too. Julie is a lesbian, and she and I fuck regularly. She was kinky as hell and liked young girls quite a lot, and was totally upfront about having a crush on my daughter. In fact, Julie was the only person who knew about my own secret feelings for Susie.

When we got to the studio Julie hugged me, then Susie, doing her best to put my little girl at ease.

“Wow… what a sexy model you brought me tonight,” Julie cooed, glancing at me before studying Susie again.

Susie blushed, then laughed. I had to give Julie credit — she really knew how to put her models at ease.

We went to the rear of the studio, where Julie had set up a platform and bed with lights all around it. Several cameras were placed in position.

“Now, Susie… I want you to get undressed for me. Don’t worry. I see naked girls all the time. Some top models and a few actresses. Just remember that you’re with friends here.”

Susie blushed a bit but began to take off her clothes. She was a little shy, undressing in front of Julie and me, but soon she stood before us, completely bare.

Julie stared at my little girl, her eyes bright with desire. “Oh, my… Susie, you are utterly gorgeous.”

She seemed on the verge of setting down her camera, walking over to my daughter and kissing her like a lover. Then she shook her head as if emerging from a crazy dream. “Okay. Now, Susie, you must listen to everything I tell you. If I ask you to move a certain way, do it. Or if I ask you to sit, stand, lie back… do that. We have three rolls of film to go through, and I want to capture how lovely you are in every snapshot.”

I watched my baby nod, then Julie led her to the bed on the platform. I just sat there, feasting my eyes on Susie. She was beautiful. Her naked body was flawless. Her smooth chest was adorned with candy-colored nipples, her belly button a gorgeous cleft that seemed to invite kisses. I let my gaze slip down to Susie’s flat tummy, the rise of her pudendum, then the sweet pink crease of her slit.

“Okay, baby — lie back and open your legs a bit. That’s it, honey… just like that.”

Susie looked over at me and smiled, She was clearly nervous, but determined to give Julie what she wanted. It seemed to work, too — before two minutes had passed, my daughter was beginning to relax, even get into the idea of posing nude. Julie was looking right at her pussy, camera in hand.

“Now baby turn your head to the side and close your eyes. That’s it, (click), open your mouth a bit (click). That’s it honey, (click) beautiful.”

I watched in fascination as Julie clicked away, capturing frame after frame. My breathing was excited at watching my daughter do this very erotic thing. I stood close enough to see her excited breathing also. Her lovely breasts rise and fall quickly and her hot little pussy begin to open bit by bit from all of it. Julie knew this also.

“Now open your legs wider baby… bring them back toward your body…yes that’s it (click).”

Julie looked back at me and mouthed WOW to me as she put my daughter through the paces.

“Bring your head back, mouth open, eyes closed. Reach up and cup one of your breasts…that’s it (click).”

This went on for another fifteen minutes with Julie making her reach down and open her cunt wide so she could get a close-up shot. Then made her pull back the hood of her tiny clit and snapped several more close-ups. She made her do that shot several times, knowing full well what it was doing to Susie. My little girl was getting very turned on.

Finally, Julie stepped away from the camera. “Okay, honey, let’s take a short break while I put fresh film in.”

I went over to Susie, who was lying on the bed. She was flushed and excited.

“I think my little girl likes what she’s doing.”

Susie blushed again and nodded. Her beautiful eyes looked into mine. “I like it a lot, Mommy. Are we going to do more? I like it when she tells me to do naughty stuff.”

I laughed and Julie smiled. I suspected things are about to get a lot hotter, now that Julie knew that my little girl enjoyed posing naked. I kissed her lightly and told her “Have fun, honey.”

Her camera reloaded, Julie told Susie to get on all fours, and I gasped in excitement looking at her perfect little body. Julie went over and posed her, making sure Susie’s legs were apart enough to capture her open ass cheeks and pouting pussy lips, now distinctly wet.

Julie guided my daughter’s head down to rest on the bed, making Susie’s back arch and fully revealing her beautiful bottom. I went over to stand next to Julie as she clicked away at all angles, wanting a look at the view as she saw it.

“All right, honey… reach back and open your lovely pussy for me again. That’s it.” (click) “Now, with both hands, spread your bottom open for me. I want to see your cute little butthole.”

Susie did as she was told and splayed her ass cheeks wide for Julie. Her eyes were closed, a dreamy look on my baby girl’s face as Julie clicked frame after frame. Of course, I was paying more attention to Susie’s flawless little rump, wanting more than anything to kiss it.

My cunt was dripping wet from watching this display of pure eroticism. Julie was breathing heavily like a phone pervert as she posed my little girl for another raunchy shot. This time, she had Susie with both legs wide apart, gazing into the camera, her index finger lightly resting at the entrance to her cunt. I knew that Julie was taking this whole thing too far, damn it — but this helpless lust I felt for my daughter was much too powerful to deny.

Julie came over to me and asked if I’d like to join my daughter on the bed for a few shots. Naked, of course. I looked at her, biting my lip, knowing that it was a very dangerous thing to ask me. But I relented, knowing full well what she had in mind.

Susie laughed and clapped her hands as I joined her on the bed. Both of us were naked and I laid down by her, our bodies touching. She was so lovely, so perfect and my wet cunt was beginning to flow just being next to her.

Julie posed us so that I had my hand fully on her ass while she made as if to kiss me. My God… I just knew that I was going to masturbate myself into a frenzy when I looked at these shots later.

I couldn’t help but get more excited as I felt Susie’s silky ass under my fingers. I could feel her breath on my face as she posed with me and I knew that I was just a heartbeat away from really kissing her mouth.

Julie then posed us with Susie’s leg over my thigh, bringing our bodies even closer. Our pussies were inches apart and her small breasts pressed into mine.

Julie wanted me to hold Susie’s ass, to spread her buttocks wide open as I kissed her. I was about to protest but Susie said, “Cool!” and my willpower went out the window.

We leaned into each other and our mouths met in a heated soft kiss that made Susie moan lightly as I opened her ass wide for Julie. Over and over, the camera buzzed and clicked.

My daughter’s mouth was soft, wet and warm and we never stopped kissing even when Julie paused in her picture taking. I let my tongue slide into her hot mouth and she pressed into me. Her firm little body twisting against mine making me groan in pleasure.

Julie started to take pictures again, but gave no commands — it was now obvious that the show had already begun and her direction was no longer needed. She just worked the camera as I began to have lesbian sex with my little girl.

My finger sought and found her pussy — and I began to rub her tiny clit in circles, making her moan loudly as her legs widened, allowing me better access.

I loved touching her, but I had to taste my little girl. I moved down her body with my tongue tracing a path to her flat tummy to her pussy, which was now moist and swollen from such excitement. Her tiny clit was erect and waiting for me. I ran my tongue over it, licking Susie up and down as she cried out in ecstasy. Julie got several shots of me taking her whole pussy into my mouth as Susie came again and again.

I drank greedily from my daughter’s womb as she came again and again. Once she was sated and happy, I worked my way up Susie’s naked body, pausing to kiss her belly, then her breasts, then her willing mouth.

Julie sat back on the floor, her jeans soaked from her own pussy as she snapped several more pictures of us, a mother and daughter sharing lover’s kisses.

The End

Author Unknown

As she put on her new bathing suit the next morning, Julia tried to purge the thoughts she had been having of other women — particularly her daughter — from her mind, though without very much success. As Julia reached for a beach towel, Ellen knocked on her mother’s door.

“Mum, are you awake? It’s 7 o’clock.”

“I’m almost ready,” Julia replied. Soon she emerged dressed in her bathrobe, towel in hand. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Despite her concern about that strange dream, Julia felt terrific and was looking forward to a morning swim. Somehow, though, she sensed an uneasiness in Ellen as they walked down to the beach. She peered at her daughter. “Are you all right this morning, dear?”

Unable to look her mother in the eye, Ellen replied, “I’m fine, Mum… just a little hungover, that’s all.”

But the truth was that every time she looked at her mother, she was picturing her in that wonderful blue teddy… if not completely naked. Ellen shook her head to clear it, hoping that diving into the cold clear water of the sea would bring her to her senses.

As soon as they arrived at the beach, Ellen dropped her towel, took off her t-shirt and shorts to reveal her daring bikini, then raced into the surf. The ocean was indeed very cold, but to her, it felt terrific. A keen swimmer, Ellen felt very much at home in the water. It had been the main reason she had moved to Barwon Heads… to be close to the sea.

As she glided through the water, the memories of last night’s fantasy seemed to fade a bit. She was already feeling more relaxed as she called out to her mother on the shore. “Come on in, Mum. The water is perfect.”

Ellen watched as her mother shrugged out of her robe… and her heartbeat began to accelerate. Julia was wearing a blue one-piece bathing suit that was so form-fitting that it looked like she was still wearing the blue teddy. Ellen felt herself growing lightheaded, overcome by Julia’s mature beauty.

There was no way she could deny the truth any longer — she was sexually excited by her mother.

Ellen stood transfixed in the surf as Julia made her way down to the water. She had never been so turned on in her life.

When Julia got to the water’s edge, she noticed that Ellen was just standing still, gazing at her as if hypnotised. A shiver ran through the older woman’s body as she once more sensed the desire emanating from her daughter.

Too, she couldn’t help but notice how very sexy Ellen looked in her barely-there bikini. Her daughter’s breasts looked positively luscious in the skimpy top she wore. Luscious, Julia thought. Now, why did that word pop into my head?

Julia could not believe this was happening. She quickly dove into the water, and the sudden shock of the cold seemed to clear her mind. She stood in the surf and shook out her wet hair, trying not to look at Ellen, hoping the moment would pass.

For ten minutes the two women swam and splashed about in the water, making little or no conversation. Finally, Ellen said softly, “We’d better get going now, Mom, or I’ll be late for work.” Silently, both women dressed and walked back to the house.

Over breakfast, Ellen hesitantly suggested that they might get a video tonight and finish off some of the leftover wine from the night before. Julia agreed, thinking a good film might help to lighten the atmosphere.

After Ellen left for work, Julia climbed in her car and went for a drive along the coast. It was a beautiful, scenic drive on the Great Ocean road. However, as much as she enjoyed the view, Julia couldn’t stop thinking about Ellen… and the fierce need she had seen in her daughter’s eyes on the beach this morning. But she remembered something else as well… the sudden excitement she herself had felt last night when her daughter had helped her with that blue teddy. Shit… she thought, what on earth is happening to us?

For the past six months, she had been depressed and alone since Mitch had left. Two days after arriving here she felt appreciated and confident. But the problem was that the only people who seemed to appreciate her were all women. And the person who seemed most attracted to her was… her own daughter! And she had to admit, to herself at least, that she was feeling desire for Ellen. How could this have happened, and how can I stop it? she thought. And do I — do I even want to?

Meanwhile, sitting in her office, Ellen was no less confused. She had long been curious about sex with another woman, but had never had the courage to try it out, nor had she met a woman that she really wanted for a lover. Now she had found a woman that she desperately wanted to make love to… the one woman in the world she could never have. She sighed.

Julia could barely concentrate as she drove home. When she arrived back at the cottage, she sat down on the sofa, furrowing her brow in thought.

This… this thing between her and Ellen… she knew that something had to be done about it. Even if her daughter didn’t want to talk, Julia was determined that she would bring this situation out into the open. She would sit Ellen down, take her hand, look her straight in the eye and tell her daughter that she knew what she had been thinking about… and that it could never happen. Ellen was her child, and she loved her with all her heart, but there could never be a physical relationship between them. It was wrong — simple as that.

As Julia sat there going over the conversation that she intended to have with her daughter, though, it began to feel like she was not just having to convince Ellen, but herself. There was no denying it — the more she thought about making love to Ellen, the more appealing it seemed. If her daughter did try something, would she have the will to resist?

By now Julia was feeling very hot and flustered, her entire body tingling in arousal. Her hand slowly stole beneath her skirt. Just the thought of Ellen in the lingerie she had worn at the party last night had Julia moist between her legs. She slipped her hand into her panties and began to tease her clitoris with the tips of her fingers. It felt incredible.

Too often in the past, Julia had denied herself pleasure. All those lonely nights when Mitch worked late, the interstate conferences and then the affair. Over the last five years of their marriage, Julia and her ex-husband had been lucky to make love once a month. It wasn’t until now that Julia had realized how desperate her need for love was. Her daughter Ellen had awakened that hunger.

She slid two fingers into her aching pussy and began pumping them in and out. As she masturbated, the idea of making love to Ellen somehow seemed like less of a bad thing. In fact, the thought of them being sexually intimate was beginning to feel almost… inviting.

She palmed her breasts with her free hand, thinking, Would it really be so wrong? We love each other more than anything… wouldn’t this just be taking our love a step further? She didn’t know… but as her lust soared higher, she found it harder to care. Maybe making love with her daughter was a sinful act, but in spite of that — or maybe because of it — the idea was too exciting for words.

“Ellen,” she whimpered, “God, I want you…”

She wanted her daughter, wanted her more than she could ever remember desiring anyone before… and if Ellen felt the same way, then to hell with convention — and to hell with the rest of the world. Oh, shit, she was coming…

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst, Julia had her first orgasm in months, her body shuddering with helpless pleasure. She continued to finger herself until she slumped back on the sofa in exhaustion. Her panties were soaking wet and she was out of breath, but she felt so relieved that she almost cried. Finally, she rose shakily, walked over to the window and looked down the road, once more lost in her thoughts. I can’t believe that I am even considering this, she mused.

Julia glanced at her watch. Ellen was due home soon and she needed to calm down. She decided on a hot shower to relax. Besides, she needed to change panties anyway. Whatever happens tonight, Julia reflected while in the shower, it’s going to be an interesting evening.

Ellen got home shortly after 5:00 PM, and Julia could see straight away that her daughter was a bundle of nerves. She kept avoiding her mother’s gaze and seemed to jump every time Julia talked to her. Seeing how jittery she was, Julia offered to make dinner as long as Ellen poured them both glasses of wine. Thankfully, the wine seemed to have a calming effect on the young woman.

They had a very pleasant dinner together. The tension that had been lurking in the air began to slowly melt away as they dined, sharing another glass of wine.

Ellen couldn’t help but marvel at her mother. On her way home, she had tried to envision all the different scenarios that might unfold between her mother and herself. She had feared that things were going to be awkward for the two of them that evening, much as she had felt on the beach with her mother that very morning. But instead, by simply being herself, Julia had managed to lighten the atmosphere.

Ellen decided that she really had to forget this obsession about her mother. It wouldn’t be easy, but she couldn’t risk spoiling their relationship. She sighed, her heart heavy. Oh, well, it was a crazy fantasy anyhow, she thought.

After dinner, while they were washing dishes, Ellen started making suggestions about watching a video that night. She’s not going to talk about this, Julia realized. What should I do, let it go or — should I…?

Suddenly Julia decided she had to act.

As Ellen put the last plate away, she said, “Why don’t you go relax in the lounge, honey… I’ll make us each a drink.”

“What about that movie?” queried Ellen.

“Well, that can wait… I want to talk to you about something,” Julia answered.

At this response, Ellen went slightly pale. She managed to murmur, “Okay,” before she went into the lounge.

Once she was alone, Julia took a couple of deep breaths. Oh well… here goes nothing, she thought to herself.

Ellen sat on her lounge suite, feeling uneasy. She tried to think of what on earth she could say if Julia had figured out her secret… how could she defend these incestuous cravings she felt for her own mother? She was so lost in thought that she did not hear her mother enter the lounge. Then, suddenly, she heard Julia clear her throat.

She looked up… and her mouth fell open. There, standing in front of her, was her mother Julia — dressed once more in that sexy blue teddy.

Julia could see a mix of excitement and disbelief on her daughter’s face. She smiled gently, looking into Ellen’s eyes as if to say Yes, darling… this really is happening.

For what seemed like an eternity they both remained still… Ellen sitting on the couch, Julia standing in front of her. Finally, Ellen managed to find her voice. “Mum, wow, does this mean…I mean, do you feel the same way… oh my God… wow,” she whispered.

Julia took Ellen’s hand in her own and gently drew her to her feet, then into her arms. As they embraced, Julia noticed a single tear rolling down her daughter’s pale cheek. Julia brought her daughter’s face to hers… and their lips met in a soft kiss.

The kiss was gentle at first, their mouths brushing lightly together — but the newly awakened passion of mother and daughter was far too potent to be restrained for long. Julia’s lips parted, and suddenly the two women were kissing passionately… like lovers.

As their tongues slowly entwined around each other, they both felt a flood of desire to overcome them. It was as if the wall that held their mutual lust in check had finally collapsed, and they were free to become one.

Although she knew that what they were doing was wrong, Julia could not help herself. She had never been so aroused in her life. As she continued to French kiss Ellen, her hands began to explore the curves and planes of her beautiful daughter’s body. She began to fumble at the buttons of Ellen’s blouse, finally ripping the last button off the shirt, so intense was her desire to see more of her child.

Ellen was purring with pleasure, her feelings of shame forgotten, filled with nothing but love and desire for her mother. She returned Julia’s kisses with a fierce hunger for more while her hands caressed the shapely body under the smooth lacy fabric of the blue teddy.

Having removed Ellen’s blouse, Julia wasted no time in unfastening the buttons on her daughter’s skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She stood back to admire the lovely young woman before her, now clad only in her bra and panties. “Oh, Ellen, darling, you’re so beautiful,” she breathed. “I know that this is wrong, but I can’t help myself. I need you so very much.”

“Mum,” Ellen replied, “I want this as much as you do. I don’t care whether it’s right or wrong, I just need you to love me.”

“I will, darling,” cooed Julia. With that, she took her daughter by the hand to her bedroom.

As they embraced and kissed again, both women felt a wonderful sense of freedom come over them. They had been desperate to find love and passion in their lives… and now they had found it in each other’s arms.

Ellen slowly peeled off the blue teddy, revealing her mother’s ample and still firm breasts. Julia felt her nipples throb as Ellen dipped her head and took the pink tip into her warm mouth. “Oooh, my angel,” Julia gasped as Ellen began to suck on her nipple. “That feels so nice…”

Ellen teased Julia’s nipple with her teeth, almost bringing her mother to a climax right then. After a while, Ellen started to lick and suck at the other breast, enjoying the sensation of having her mother’s nipple in her mouth… nearly as much as Julia enjoyed having it sucked.

Finally, Ellen raised her face to Julia’s and kissed her hotly, then gently pushed her mother back on to the bed. “Just lie back, Mum… I’m only getting started,” she murmured, a wicked smile on her lips.

Once her mother was in position, Ellen pulled the teddy down from Julia’s waist, leaving her completely naked. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “you’re so beautiful.” Gently parting Julia’s thighs, She felt her mother’s sex. “My god, Mum!” she cried, “you’re soaking wet.”

“I know, darling,” Julia replied. “I’m all wet for you… I have never been so aroused in my life.”

Ellen barely heard her mother’s reply… she was transfixed at the sight of her glistening pussy. Slowly she lowered her head between Julia’s legs. She inhaled deeply, savoring the strong musky scent. And then, for the first time, she tasted her mother, her tongue emerging to lick at her labia. “Ohhh,” groaned Julia, “this is so wonderful, sweetheart… please don’t stop.”

Ellen had no intention of stopping… she was drunk on the wetness, the scent, the taste of her mother’s beautiful cunt. She pressed her face deeper into the glistening pink flesh, her tongue probing deep inside her new lover.

Julia was trembling helplessly as her pleasure spiraled ever higher. And when Ellen began to suck at her clit, she exploded into an orgasm it seemed might never end, crying wordlessly as shocks of purest ecstasy tore through her body. But Ellen continued to eat Julia’s pussy, so eager was she to make her mother happy. Finally, the older woman placed a shaking hand upon her daughter’s shoulder. “That’s… that’s enough, honey,” she gasped.

Flushed, breathing heavily, Julia lay back and stared up at the ceiling… her child lying next to her, dressed only in bra and panties, her smiling face propped up on an elbow. “Jesus,” she gasped, “I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before.”

Ellen licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with delight. “You taste wonderful, Mum,” she sighed happily.

“Do I?” Julia replied with a smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Wanna taste yourself?” said Ellen, lowering her face to Julia’s… and the two new lovers kissed passionately again. Julia could indeed taste her own cunt on Ellen’s mouth and just the thought of such a forbidden act almost brought her to a climax again. My God, she thought, I am a million miles away from the person I was just two days ago — and I love it. Breaking their embrace, Julia sat up. “Now, Ellen, my darling daughter… it’s my turn to pleasure you.”

“Oh, yes, please, Mummy,” Ellen replied, sounding more like a little girl than the young woman she was.

Julia moved forward to kiss Ellen again, at the same time reaching around her daughter’s back to unclasp her bra. “My, but you’re getting to be such a big girl,” she exclaimed as she exposed the young woman’s breasts. “You’re really growing up, angel.”

Both women were really enjoying this baby talk. It added to the wickedness of what they were doing.

“I wish mine could be as big as yours, Mummy,” said Ellen, holding her mother close… so close that their nipples were touching.

“Ooooh,” sighed Julia, “oh, honey, that feels lovely.” Ellen couldn’t agree more… and the two women continued rubbing their breasts together, mother and daughter both moaning in ecstasy.

Eventually, Ellen pulled away and begged Julia. “Please Mum, kiss my breasts… they’re aching for you.”

Julia didn’t need to be asked twice and slowly dipped her mouth down to Ellen’s chest. Taking one nipple in her mouth, Julia slowly moved her tongue around the pink tip, driving Ellen wild with delight.

“Oooohhhh… that feels wonderful, Mum. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Ellen asked, cradling her mother’s head to her.

“No, I must be a quick learner,” smiled Julia, loving the feel of her child’s soft skin against her face.

Ellen was unable to keep still as her mother continued to lick at her breasts, so powerful was the pleasure that she felt. Eventually, however, Julia began kissing her way down Ellen’s body until she reached her panties. Even as she began to remove them, Julia could see they were soaking wet.

As Julia gazed down upon the fleshy wonder of Ellen’s pussy, she caught sight of herself and her daughter in the full-length mirror on the nearby wardrobe. She had never tasted a woman in her life, and here she was… about to go down on her own daughter. The reflection of their nude bodies in the mirror should have shocked Julia, but instead she thought it was the sexiest, most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her heart swelling with love, she turned her attention once more to her child’s moist, fragrant sex.

Taking a deep breath, Julia lightly licked at her daughter’s clitoris. Ellen moaned in ecstasy. “Oh, yes, Mum, that’s beautiful. Oh, yes.”

Julia had never tasted anything so wonderful in her life. Ellen’s juices were really flowing and Julia knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. She pressed her face into her daughter’s pubes, feasting on the moist flesh there. Within seconds the young woman’s body began to shake helplessly. Ellen’s hands gripped the sheets as she began to come.

“Ooohhh YEEESSS!” she cried. “Oh, GOD, yes! Eat my p-pussy, Mum…”

Julia drank deep from her daughter as if she was quenching the driest of thirsts, licking and sucking Ellen’s wet pussy until she sensed that the girl could take no more. Her oral attentions grew gentler, more soothing… finally placing a soft kiss on her daughter’s glistening labia before crawling up to lie next to her new lover.

Ellen laid back on the bed, breathing heavily, exhausted, flushed… but happier than she had ever been in her whole life. Her mother lay down beside her, nuzzling her cheek.

“Now you can find out how you taste, darling,” Julia said as she moved to kiss her daughter on the lips again.

Ellen tasted her own cunt on her mother’s lips. How decadent, how forbidden, how wrong… how utterly divine. The two lovers embraced, and then just lay there gazing contentedly into each other’s eyes. Julia, Ellen, Mother, Daughter — now lovers. After a while, they made love again until finally, exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning Ellen woke to find herself alone. She dragged herself out of bed and padded naked out to the kitchen. “Mum,” she called out, “where are you?”

When there was no reply she began to worry… but then she spied a note on the kitchen table. Ellen picked it up and read Ellen, I didn’t want to wake you, I have gone for a long walk and maybe a swim, will see you tonight after work. Love, Mum.

Ellen put the note down in a state of mild disbelief. They had just spent the night making the most beautiful — and forbidden — love together… and her mother hadn’t even waited around to talk about it.

Ellen was suddenly very frightened. What if her mother was already regretting what had happened between them? Tears began to form in her eyes and the delights of last night seemed to be forgotten as the fear of losing her mum’s sex overwhelmed her. After the intimacy they had shared, Ellen knew that she would never be happy without Julia as her lover.

Realizing she had to pull herself together, Ellen glanced at the clock on her microwave. The luminous readout said 8:36 a.m. That seemed to jolt her into action, as she was late for work. With no time to think, Ellen dashed off to get ready.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t concentrate on any of her work that day, her mind returning again and again to the night of passion she had spent with Julia. It had been the most wonderful, erotic, love-filled night of her life, but could it have been too much for her mother?

She called home, but there was no answer. Where is she? thought Ellen. And how does she feel now about what we did together?

Finally, Ellen could take it no longer. Shortly after 1:00 p.m., she told her boss that she wasn’t feeling very well and that she was going home to bed.

She hurried home as quickly as she could, hoping that her mother would be there. She didn’t know what she would say to her, but she just had to know how her mother felt about their lovemaking. In her heart, she knew what they had done was not wrong. How could it be, when it felt so right? She just prayed that Julia felt the same way.

Her heart was racing as she pulled into the driveway as she arrived home. Julia’s car was out front. Mum’s here, she thought. Thank God. She parked her own car and quickly entered the house

“Mum… are you here?” called Ellen hesitantly.

“I’m in the bathroom,” replied her mother, “I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Ellen stood by the bathroom door. “Mum… we really need to talk,” she said in a small voice.

“Really?” asked Julia. “Is that why you’re home from work early?”

“Yes, Mum… I just couldn’t concentrate on anything, um, after last night… and then when you were gone this morning, well… I was worried that you were upset.”

Her mother’s voice came through the closed door. “Ellen, the only thing that I am upset about is you getting home so early. I didn’t have time to get ready.”

Ready? thought Ellen, ready for what? Oh my God, is she about to leave for home? And with that, she opened the bathroom door.

“Ellen!” said Julia, slightly startled, “you could at least knock. It’s the polite thing to do, you know.”

Ellen was too stunned to reply. There before her was her mother applying makeup on her face. She was also sporting a new hairdo and was wearing her emerald necklace… and not one stitch of clothing.

Julia smiled lovingly at her daughter. “I wanted to look my sexiest for you when you got home… lover.”

Ellen knelt before her beautiful mother, took her in her arms and kissed her mouth passionately. Her heart rejoiced… everything was going to be fine.

A month later, Julia sold her house, moving in with her daughter. Three years later, Ellen and Julia still live together as secret lovers.

The End

by Ebo

“’The Curious Holiday’,” Dana said, reading the title of the story Penny had sent her out loud. It was an odd title and didn’t give much of a hint about the story’s plot. Shrugging, she scrolled up and re-read the email her step-mother had sent her:

Hopefully, you will read this before clicking on the image files below. If so, please, please, PLEASE read the story first. The pics will mean so much more to you if you do.

Dana had to fight the urge to open the pictures. She had sent Penny some naked photos, saying if Penny wanted anymore, she had to send Dana some first. A tit for tat, so to speak. Dana suspected that those image files were Penny’s tat, and the thought of seeing her stepmother naked was hard to resist.

I hope it’s worth the wait, Dana thought, clicking on the story instead. While the anti-virus program scanned the document, she wondered what the story was about. Which holiday was curious?

No viruses were found, and the document was successfully saved to her laptop. She double-clicked on the file, opening it. As her word processing program loaded, she got off her bed and poked her head out into the hallway. All the lights were out, and the house was quiet except for the hiss of the heating. Grinning, she closed the door quietly, then went to her hiding spot to liberate her new vibrator. It had been a gift from Penny, and her new best friend.

She crawled onto the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. She pulled the laptop next to her, so she could read it and keep her lap free for… other activities. Grinning, she hooked her thumbs in her panties, shimmying them down her long legs and off. She tossed them on the bed beside her, picking up the vibrator. Turning the black knob on the bottom, she switched it to the lowest setting.

Dana shivered as the buzzing sex toy touched her sensitive bud. Sighing, she turned her attention to the story Penny had sent her…

Columbus Day is a curious holiday. Most adults barely acknowledge it, unless they are among the lucky few who have the day off or are in the market for new furniture or car. Kids, on the other hand, look upon the holiday with a smile because it means no school.

I’m neither a child nor in the market for a new car, but I’m looking forward to Columbus Day just the same. See, I have plans for that day. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it, a naughty shiver working up my spine.

I’ll get up early and make pancakes for my husband and stepdaughter, I think. It seems the perfect way to start the day. Then, when he goes off to work, I’ll slip upstairs and change into the outfit I bought just for the occasion. I had to hide it, lest my husband thinks I had bought it for him. Maybe I’ll let him see me in it eventually, but I purchased it for someone else.

I’d never been to this particular store before, or another like it. As I browsed its selection, I was blushing the whole time. I’m not a prude, but some of the things on the shelves were further down the rabbit hole than I’d traveled thus far.

Still, I managed to find just the thing to wear on Columbus Day. Halloween has its costumes, and Easter has its cute dresses, Christmas its sweaters and Santa hats. I think I’ll start a new tradition this year, one for the curious holiday celebrating the day Columbus accidentally discovered America.

Like I said, I didn’t buy the outfit for my husband, although I’m sure he would have liked me to. No, I made this little purchase for someone else. I hope she likes it, the girl I bought it for. Maybe when she sees me in my Columbus Day outfit, she can help me with how the rest of this story goes…

Dana,

I hope this story has piqued your interest, and I hope the photos give you a hint about what I have planned for Columbus day.

Love, Penny

Dana’s heart was racing as she read the personal note at the end of the incomplete story. She pulled the vibrator away from her sex, twisting it off. Her hands were shaking a bit as she closed out the story, then opened the email again. She clicked on the first picture, waited impatiently for the antivirus program to scan it before she could open it.

It was a picture of a shopping bag and on its side was the silhouette of a woman holding a rose, with the name of the store in fancy calligraphy across the top: Rose’s Intimates Boutique.

Dana’s heartbeat even faster because she was somewhat familiar with the shop. It was on the way to the mall, in a little shopping center. They always had manikins out front, dressed in something lacy and skimpy. Had Penny bought something there to wear for her on Columbus Day? Was Penny planning on making good use of Dana’s day off from school? That’s what the story and picture seemed to suggest.

She looked at the other image file in the email, wondering what it was. She was torn between wanting it to be a picture of Penny in whatever sexy little outfit she had bought at Rose’s, and hoping her stepmother kept it a secret. The anticipation and the fantasizing would only make it more thrilling when Columbus Day finally came around.

Clicking on it, she held her breath as she waited for the big reveal. She laughed when the picture turned out to be an October calendar with Columbus Day circled with a smiley face. Looking at that smiley face, Dana knew that her stepmother was as excited about the coming three-day weekend as Dana was.

Sexual tension had been building up between them ever since they spent that weekend together. It didn’t help that they’d continued their playful back and forth, sending each other erotic stories and flirting by email. Not just by email, either. They would steal glances and make little innuendos when Dana’s father wasn’t paying attention. It was a dangerous game, one they couldn’t help but play.

Too excited to get to sleep, Dana re-read the beginning of Penny’s new story. It was little more than a tease, and left her wanting more. Much more. She thought about reading some of Penny’s older stories, but she’d read them all so many times that she knew them by heart. Pulling the laptop onto her thighs, she put her fingers on the keys and hesitated. She wanted to look for something, had a need but didn’t know what it was. Finally, she typed in ‘Rose’s Intimates Boutique’ into Google.

The store didn’t seem to have a website, leaving Dana a little frustrated. She’d hoped to browse their wares, to see what possibilities there were for the contents of the shopping bag in the picture. Refusing to give up, she typed ‘lingerie websites’, then laughed when she saw all the porn sites catering to people who like women in skimpy, lacy or kinky clothing. The temptation to look at one of these sites was hard to resist. Maybe she’d come back to them after finding what she was looking for.

She found a site that appeared to be selling lingerie and clicked on the link. As it opened, she saw many different styles of unmentionables. Scrolling through their catalog, Dana saw lots of sexy options for the outfit Penny had bought to wear for her. The more she looked, the more excited about the coming holiday she became. Columbus Day couldn’t get there fast enough.

Her heart was racing, and there was a pleasant warmth between her thighs by the time she left the retailer site. If, come Columbus Day, Dana saw Penny in any of those outfits she had just browsed through, she wouldn’t be able to keep her hands off the woman.

Wide awake and horny, Dana returned to search results for ‘lingerie websites’ and clicked on one of the ones not selling lingerie. Her eyes widened at all the possibilities. She used the search bar to find a video in her particular genre of kink, typing ‘old and young lesbians’ and hitting enter.

One video caught her eye and she read the title out loud, “Stepmom Helps Her Stepdaughter Buy Lingerie.”

Intrigued, she started the video. It started with a pretty teen shyly asking her stepmother what she should buy for her boyfriend’s birthday. She pretended to be embarrassed when the older woman suggested some sexy lingerie. Her stepmother talked her into it and offered to help her pick something out. The scene cut out, then they were in a changing room, trying on different outfits.

Before the scene really took off, Dana glanced away from the screen and found her vibrator. Her eyes returning to the screen, she turned the black knob that brought the sex toy buzzing to life in her hand. She shivered when the cool plastic touched her hot skin, then moaned as the vibrations worked through her body.

Dana watched as the stepmother began seducing her stepdaughter, a lingering touch here and a coy smile there. The teen seemed confused by the sudden attention, blushing as the woman grew bolder. She protested weakly, saying she had a boyfriend. Her stepmother smiled at that, her hand slipping between the teen’s thighs, pinning the girl against the back wall of the changing booth. That smile got Dana’s heart racing, and the look on the girl’s face as she gave in to her stepmother’s advances had her so excited that she had to pull the vibrator away for a moment, or she’d be done in a hurry.

As the stepmother began to undress, Dana sat up straighter. Her eyes were intent on the screen as she watched the woman unbutton her shirt, then slip out of it. Next came her bra and Dana bit her lip excitedly at her full breasts, their nipples jutting skyward. The stepmother ran the zipper down on her hip, wriggling out of her skirt. She leaned against the wall, letting her stepdaughter finish what she had started. The teen sank to her knees before the woman and tugged her panties down her long legs and off.

The woman was shapely, had a figure enough like Penny’s to get Dana’s blood boiling. Dana pressed the vibrator against her clit as the stepdaughter pressed her mouth to the woman’s sex. The girl may have had a boyfriend, but she was no stranger to eating pussy, it would seem. Dana laughed, thinking it damaged the credibility of the teen’s character, took away from the realism of the video.

It was hot to watch, though. The girl had the older woman moaning and her hips gyrating. The stepmother wasn’t the only person the teen had all hot and bothered. The steamy scene and the lovely buzzing of her vibrator had Dana writhing in pleasure, too.

On the screen, the older woman’s body started gathering tension for an orgasm. Dana watched her face screw up in ecstasy, fingers tightening in her stepdaughter’s hair as she held the girl’s face to her thrashing sex. Even with the volume turned way down, the sounds of the woman’s enjoyment could be heard over the buzzing of Dana’s vibrator.

Watching this intensely erotic, frantic push for release by the stepmother, Dana felt her own orgasm stir to life. She was chewing on her lip, trying to keep her own cries in check, hips undulating against the vibrating shaft of her toy. Her eyes never left the screen, and she tried to come with the stepmother, pushed her body right to the edge of bliss and waited for the woman to climax. Dana saw the stepmother lose control of her body as she came, nearly knocking the teen over as she shook violently. Letting go, Dana came with her, her own body going crazy.

As she floated down, feeling light as a feather on a summer breeze, Dana started to turn the video off, figuring it was over, but she hesitated when she saw the naked woman rummaging through her purse. Intrigued, Dana let the video play, realizing when she glanced at the counter at the bottom of the video that it was only half over.

The stepmother pulled a curious-looking thing out of her purse, what appeared to be an L-shaped dildo. Dana had never seen anything like it before. Sitting up straight, she watched with interest as the older woman slipped the shorter, fatter end into her pussy, moaning as it eased in deep. Dana’s eyes widened as she suddenly understood what it was — some sort of strapless strap-on.

Onscreen, the teen looked at the dildo nervously, somehow managing to look sweet and innocent even after what she’d just done. In stockings, matching bra and panties, and a garter belt, she was a contradiction, shy and sexy, innocent and sensual. Her uncertainty was so erotic, so real that Dana moved her mouse away from the red X at the top of the screen. She watched, fascinated, as the rest of the scene played out.

The stepmother pressed the girl against the wall like before, and the teen relented. Watching her surrender to the older woman brought Dana’s waning desire back to life, and she pressed the vibrator against her bud, again. Not quite recovered from the first orgasm, the buzzing toy had her hips moving almost instantly. She put a knuckle between her teeth and bit down in a vain attempt at keeping quiet.

On the screen, the teen’s eyes widened as the dildo slipped inside her. She bit her lip uncertainly, looking at her stepmother. The woman smiled reassuringly at the girl, stroking her hair lovingly as she began to move her hips, thrusting the strap-on in and out of her stepdaughter. The girl’s reluctance evaporated as her body came alive and she became eager for the strap-on, pushing her hips into her stepmother’s thrusts.

Dana was so turned on by the lovers on the screen that a second orgasm crept up, had its way with her. She shook with it, biting her knuckle hard enough to break the skin. Even when she pulled the toy away from her sensitive clit, her hips kept moving, as if the ghost of the vibrator was still torturing her young body.

Dazed from having come twice so quickly, Dana watched the duo have sex in the changing room at a lingerie shop. Her eyes fixed on the dildo as it moved in and out of the teen and she wondered how that felt. Must feel pretty amazing, judging by the look on the teen’s face and the sounds that were coming from the computer’s tiny speakers. She imagined letting Penny do that, use a strap-on on her. She could see Penny lying on top of her, could see the flex of her stepmother’s hips with each thrust, but she didn’t know what it would feel like to have a dildo inside her, so the little fantasy wasn’t complete.

She gently pressed the toy against the opening of her vagina, shivering as the vibrations found her still sensitive nerve endings. Her heart started racing as she thought about just putting a little pressure on the toy. It wouldn’t take much, then the vibrator would be inside her. She’d know what the teen felt as her stepmother thrust the dildo into her again and again.

Hesitantly, she put a little more pressure on the toy, waiting for the pain to come. When it didn’t, she frowned and pushed a little harder. She gasped as the vibrator slipped inside, her body stretching to accept it. She cringed, but the pain still didn’t come. Her eyes wide, she propped up on her elbows to look at the toy buried inside her, visible in the backsplash of light from the laptop.

Biting her lip nervously, Dana realized that she had just taken her own virginity. She hadn’t expected it to be so easy. There should have been pain, something to tell her to stop, but there hadn’t been. The vibrator had been inside her before she had time to react.

Dana wondered about that, but it was getting hard to think. The buzzing vibrator was setting the nerve endings deep inside of her to singing, and her hips began to move. Tenderly, she pushed the toy deeper, then pulled it back out. Shivers of pleasure worked through her young body, and she gasped. Still no pain, only intense pleasure.

She didn’t understand its absence, but she didn’t miss the pain and wasn’t upset that it hadn’t hurt. She’d figure out why later, but, right now, Dana was going to enjoy the lovely sensation. This time, when she closed her eyes and fantasized about letting Penny do this to her, she knew what it would feel like. More real to her than it had been before, the fantasy was thrilling.

Just thinking about Penny thrusting into her the way the stepmother was doing the teen on the video brought on another orgasm. She cried out and arched her back as her vagina fluttered around the buzzing shaft of the toy. In her inexperience, she forgot to withdraw the vibrator, and cried out a second time as her body exploded with pleasure all over again.

Easing the toy out, she looked at her bedroom door. Those two cries of ecstasy had gotten away from her, and her heart was racing as she waited to see if anyone was going to investigate. A couple of breathless minutes passed and she finally relaxed a bit.

“Too close,” Dana said, laughing nervously. Her heart was still racing, hands shaking. She jumped when the vibrator rolled and brushed against her leg. Adrenalin flooded her bloodstream, and she was shaking all over. She took a couple of deep breaths, trying to relax. Eventually, her heart rate came back down.

Looking back at the computer, Dana saw that the scene was wrapping up, the stepmother and daughter at the sales counter. The older woman laid two separate outfits on the counter. Intrigued, Dana turned the volume up as much as she dared.

“She’ll take these two,” the stepmother said, smiling at the lovely woman behind the counter.

“Why am I getting both of these?” The teen asked, looking at the lingerie.

“The one is for your boyfriend,” her stepmother said, smiling playfully as she picked up the black bustier, “and this you’ll wear for me next time.”

Dana grinned, loving how the scene ended. The playful smile and the stepmother’s certainty of a repeat performance were awfully exciting. The scene left her wanting more of the two lovers, and she typed in a search to see if there were more featuring them. She was a little disappointed when there wasn’t. She downloaded the video, adding it to her collection. She started to close out her web browser, then hesitated. Penny needs to see this video, she thought.

Grinning, she copied the contents of her address bar and opened a blank email. She pasted the address in the body of the email, then typed: Had to share this video. It’s a good one. Maybe next Columbus Day you can take me shopping for a Columbus Day ‘outfit’, too.

Hitting SEND, she glanced at clock in the bottom of the screen, cringing when she saw what time it was. She should have been asleep hours ago. The problem was, she was wide awake still. Accidentally taking her own virginity and almost getting caught, the promise of Penny wearing something sexy and her finally getting some alone time with the woman had her all jazzed up.

***

Dana grumbled, feeling blindly for her alarm clock. She finally had to open her eyes to find the snooze button. It felt like she’d just closed her eyes when the alarm started bleating at her again, but eight minutes had passed. Groaning, she turned off her alarm.

“I need to start going to bed earlier,” she mumbled, throwing off her covers.

As she sat up, she realized something was very wrong. She winced at the tightness in her lower back and thighs. It dawned on her that she might have overdone it last night. Too wide awake to get to sleep, she had used her vibrator again, and she was feeling it now.

Moving very gingerly, she stood up and stretched. She groaned as her muscles complained. Gathering what she needed for a shower, she headed to the bathroom. As she moved around, she felt her body loosening up. It was a good sign, and she hoped a shower would get her to at least seventy-five percent. She’d gotten carried away last night, and figured a hundred percent was out of the question, but she had her fingers crossed for seventy-five.

She got the water going in the shower stall, then opened the medicine cabinet. She saw a bottle of Aleve on one of the shelves, and she knew from their commercial it was all day strong, which was exactly what she needed. She washed two down with a mouthful of water, then undressed. Naked, she slipped into the shower, sighing as the hot water caressed her tired body.

She felt almost human again by the time she cranked off the taps and reached for her towel. Still not a hundred percent better, but a solid eighty-five. She could work with eighty-five, she decided as she toweled off.

Thinking about last night, she grabbed a hand mirror and sat on the toilet lid. Carefully spreading her labia, she looked at her vagina. Her hymen was definitely broken, but she didn’t see any sign that it had been broken last night. Frowning, she wondered about that. Before last night, she’d never put anything inside of herself, not even a finger or a tampon.

She vaguely remembered that her health teacher had told them the hymen could be broken during strenuous exercise or even while riding a bike or a horse. She wasn’t much of an athlete, didn’t ride her bike much anymore and had never been on a horse. Still, she allowed herself to relax.

I guess I’m not a virgin in any sense of the word, anymore, Dana thought, still looking at herself in the mirror.

That thought got her thinking about Penny, and she wondered if the woman had seen the video she sent her yet. Then she wondered yet again what sort of sexy lingerie Penny had bought to wear for her. Grinning, she wondered if she should tell Penny about her hymen being broken, or let it be a surprise for Columbus Day. The grin widened mischievously, and she decided to wait. The look on the woman’s face would be priceless when Dana took her stepmother’s hand and slipped a couple of Penny’s fingers inside her.

Suddenly feeling a whole lot better about the day, Dana wrapped the towel around herself and headed back to the bedroom. She dropped the towel in front of her dresser, then slipped into panties and a bra. Standing in front of her closet, she rifled through her clothes to find something to wear to school. She decided on a pair of jeans and sweater.

When she turned around, she noticed something on the bed. Frowning, she walked over to it and saw it was a package neatly wrapped in festive paper. A piece of folded paper was tented atop the gift, and she set her clothes aside to pick it up. She recognized her stepmother’s handwriting:

DO NOT OPEN THIS UNTIL COLUMBUS DAY!!

I saw your email, and it gave me an idea. I have an Amazon Prime account. My login information is below. Why don’t you pick out your own Columbus Day outfit? I think you should be able to find something that will fit you. We can exchange ‘gifts’ Monday. Love, Penny

Dana grinned at the note, then at the present laying on her bed. She had to fight the urge to open it, to see what scandalous outfit Penny had bought. It took all of her willpower to pick up the gift-wrapped box and take it to her dresser. She hid it under all of her unmentionables, making sure it was completely covered. As an afterthought, she hid the paper with Penny’s login information in her underwear drawer, as well.

She got dressed in a hurry and went downstairs to find the woman. She found her in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. Penny’s back was to her, so she didn’t know Dana was there. Grinning, Dana looked around, but her father was nowhere to be seen. On padded feet, she crept up behind her stepmother, wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck.

“You are so mean… you know that, right?” she said.

“How so?” Penny asked, amused.

“Giving me a gift I can’t open,” Dana said.

“A little anticipation is half the fun,” Penny said, laughing.

“You keep telling me that,” Dana said, kissing Penny’s neck just behind her ear. She heard the woman inhale sharply, and thought she might have gone too far. Then Penny turned slightly in her chair and pulled Dana onto her lap.

Smiling at her, Penny said, “Someday you’ll believe me.”

“Dad go into work early?” Dana asked, looking around.

“No,” Penny said, her smile widening, “he should be down at any moment.”

“Playing this a little too close, aren’t you?” Dana asked, glancing towards the stairs.

Penny put her hand on Dana’s chin, turned her back towards her and her lips met Dana’s. Her eyes wide, Dana kissed her back, her heart racing as Penny’s tongue caressed her own. It deepened in a hurry, Dana’s mostly frustrated desire welling up. If her father happened upon them like this, there would be no mistaking it as a sweet kiss between stepmother and daughter.

Dana finally had to pull back before she went too far to stop, got off Penny’s lap. Her legs were a little shaky with adrenaline as she sat down adjacent to her stepmother. She looked at Penny, saw the woman was as flustered as she was.

Smiling at her, Penny said, “That got out of control in a hurry.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, her heart still knocking around her rib cage.

Penny looked at her a long moment, then sighed and looked down at her hands, “You aren’t the only one frustrated by our current situation. I — I need Columbus Day as much as you do.”

Smiling at her, Dana said, “Dad needs to hurry up and get a new account.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Penny said, laughing and shaking her head, “God, we are horrible.”

“Yeah,” Dana agreed.

Laughing and shaking her head sadly, Penny said, “I’m glad he’s around and putting in the effort to be a better husband — or father, in your case. It’s just… that weekend we spent together… It was wrong, wrong in so many ways, but it had felt… I don’t know. It left me with an itch I can’t scratch.”

“Dad still not hitting it out of the park?” Dana asked, grinning.

“You probably don’t want to hear the answer to that question,” Penny said, laughing when Dana made a face. “Let’s just say that isn’t the problem, anymore It’s just, sometimes, I… how do I say this?”

“You want to eat a taco instead of a burrito?” Dana asked, laughing at Penny’s surprise. It wasn’t every day she could make a grown woman blush, but that line had caught her stepmother off guard.

“Dana,” Penny admonished, reverting to ‘mom’ mode. She gave Dana a disapproving look, or tried to. She couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face, and finally, she had to laugh. Shaking her head, she said, “I guess that’s one way to put it.”

Dana saw her father coming, gave Penny a little signal to end the conversation. The woman gave her a slight nod that she understood, even though she couldn’t see him coming down the stairs.

He came into the kitchen, looking from his wife to his daughter, then went to the coffee maker to fill up his travel mug. Screwing the lid on, he turned around and asked, “What were you two talking so animatedly about? Anything good?”

“Mexican food,” Dana said, grinning when Penny almost choked on her coffee.

“You okay, dear?” He asked, his eyes wide. He came to the table, rubbing Penny’s back as she coughed.

“Went down the wrong pipe,” Penny wheezed, holding up a hand, “I’m okay.”

“Mexican food, huh?” He asked, sipping his own coffee, “is that what we want for dinner?”

Looking at Penny and smiling, Dana said, “I could eat a taco.”

***

Dana was pretty sure everyone else was asleep, so she pulled her laptop out of hiding and sat down on her bed to find something to wear for Columbus Day. She was excited and more than a little nervous. Tonight would be a night of many firsts for her. First time shopping online, for one. First time buying lingerie that wasn’t made by Fruit of the Loom, another. The thought of looking for something sheer and sexy to wear for Penny made her grin.

She opened her web browser, navigating to amazon.com. She’d never been on the site, but noticed a search bar. Clicking in the field, she typed: lingerie

Scrolling through the first page, she saw many sexy options. A couple of times she caught herself looking at the model and not the lingerie. Grinning, she had to force herself to focus. It wasn’t easy, because there were a lot of beautiful women wearing almost nothing on her screen.

When she made it to the bottom of the page, her eyes widened in shock when she saw there were four hundred pages of results for ‘lingerie’. Laughing, she said, “Jesus! That’s a lot.”

She did a quick count and found there were forty-eight items on each page, times four hundred pages. Doing the math, she started laughing even harder. Nineteen-thousand and two hundred options. She had intended to be thorough, make sure she found just the right lingerie for Columbus Day but there was no way she could scan through all of it in one night. Even if she could look at a page a minute, not taking time to look at anything closer, it would still take more than six and a half hours to get through them all.

As she clicked through the first couple of pages, she noticed that she was drawn to a particular type of lingerie more than the others. While she thought the negligee and baby dolls were cute and the teddies were kind of hot, it was the bustiers that caught her attention.

Clicking in the search bar, Dana refined her search, typing ‘bustier sets’. As she scrolled to the bottom of the page, she saw she had cut the number of pages down to a hundred and seventy-eight. Shaking her head, she thought sarcastically, Much more manageable.

Still, as she scanned the images on the screen, she knew this was where she needed to be. She made up her mind, deciding to buy a bustier to wear for Penny. Now all she had to do was figure out which one, with so many to chose from.

The trick turned out to be finding something in her size. Apparently, a girl her age didn’t fit the demographic most lingerie companies were marketing toward. She knew her measurements and kept checking the sizing charts to see if anything she looked at would fit. More than a few times, she ended up going back to her search results because the lingerie she was looking was a size or two too large.

She was getting a little frustrated when she finally spied a white bustier with black lace trim and black lace accent panels that she really liked. It was sheer and clingy, revealing more than it hid.

Excited, she noticed the model was slender and not particularly well endowed upstairs. It gave Dana a good idea how the lingerie would look on her, which came as a relief after all the busty and leggy models she’d been looking at for the previous twenty minutes.

Crossing her fingers, she clicked on the image, pulling up the product page. Burned one too many times already, she went to the size chart first. Her heart started racing when she saw that a small should fit her perfectly. Clicking through the alternate views, she liked it even more. Then she noticed it came in a pale pink color option, and she fell completely in love.

Adding it to her cart, she said, “Penny is going to love this.”

The bustier came with a matching thong, but not the stockings featured in all the images. Dana decided that it just wouldn’t be the same without them, then grinned when she saw the nylons in the ‘People Also Bought’ section. She added a pair to her cart.

She was about to click on ‘Checkout’ when she thought of something. Her finger hesitated on the mouse button, then pulled back. She moved the pointer to the Search box, then clicked on it. Typing her search string in and hitting Enter, she gazed in awe at all the options on her screen.

***

Penny looked up when Dana came into the kitchen and smiled, said, “I see you found something. I got an email confirming your purchase.”

Dana gave her a playful pout. “You looked? No fair.”

“Oh, I didn’t open it,” Penny said, her smile widening, “I want to spend the next couple of days daydreaming about what you bought.”

Dana decided that she believed her. Besides, if Penny had looked at the email, she would probably have wanted to talk about the other little thing Dana had added to her purchase. Just thinking about it gave Dana a naughty shiver.

Penny must have seen something on her stepdaughter’s face, and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Grinning sheepishly, Dana said, “I just hope you like what I picked out.”

“I’m sure you’ll look stunning,” Penny said. Leaning in, she asked, “The writer in me has to ask… did you make sure whatever you picked will fit?”

Dana laughed, “Yeah. Wasn’t easy, though. I’m not exactly the size that companies are designing for.”

“I guess not,” Penny said, grinning, “but you actually did find lingerie that will fit?”

Dana realized it wasn’t just an idle question, as Penny’s eyes were shining with curiosity. Seeing the wheels turning in the woman’s head, Dana asked, “Thinking about a new story?”

“I have to admit, the idea intrigues me,” Penny said, rubbing the back of her neck and smiling at Dana, “the idea of a pretty young girl shopping for sexy underthings.”

“Does it, now?” Dana said, grinning playfully at her stepmother.

Penny glanced over her shoulder to make sure they were alone and said, “Is it bad that I got a little aroused, just seeing the confirmation email in my inbox?”

“A little,” Dana said, laughing when Penny gave her a dirty look, “but I understand. It was kind of exciting for me, too.”

Flushing, Penny said, “God, I’m getting horny again.”

“Well, when Dad goes to work,” Dana said, leaning across the table to steal a quick kiss, “maybe you can write me a story about a stepmother taking her stepdaughter shopping for some lingerie. Maybe something like what happened in the video I sent you.”

“Oh God, that video,” Penny said, shaking her head. “I’ve already watched it a half dozen times.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Dana said, stealing one more kiss before getting up. “Now write me a story, so I have something to read tonight.”

“I’ll try,” Penny said, with a smile.

***

Yawning, Dana closed her math textbook, finally dome with her homework. She stuffed the book and her notebook into her backpack, then stood up to stretch. A couple of hours bent over her studies had left Dana a little stiff, so she shook the tension out of her limbs. Glancing at her alarm clock, she saw it was only seven-thirty. She wanted to check her email to see if Penny had written that story, but it was too early.

She went to her hiding place, liberated her fuzzy kitten notebook. She smiled at the cover, then smiled even brighter at all the stories she had penned inside. Since receiving Penny’s old laptop, Dana hadn’t written much in the notebook, so this felt like a reunion of sorts.

Digging around in her desk, she found a mechanical pencil, then went to her bed. She stretched out on her stomach, tapping the pencil against her lower lip as she tried to think of something to write.

Thinking about Penny’s admission about being turned on by Dana shopping for lingerie, she decided to write a story with that as its theme. A line from the beginning to Penny’s Columbus Day story popped into her head, the one where she wrote ‘As I browsed its selection, I was blushing the whole time. I’m not a prude, but some of the things on the shelves were further down the rabbit hole than I had traveled so far.’ With it came the idea for her story. Dana felt a shiver of excitement work through her as she put her pencil to paper and wrote:

Standing on the sidewalk and looking at the storefront with its big glass windows and faded sign that read ‘Rose’s Intimates Boutique’, I tried to calm my racing heart, to stop my hands from shaking like crazy. As plans often go, it had seemed doable last night laying in bed when it came to me, but now that I was here… I must have been out of my mind.

Looking at the scantily clad manikins in the display windows, I almost ran away, scrapping the whole plan. It was ridiculous, anyway. There was no way it would work.

Only the thought of her kept me from fleeing. I so wanted to see that smile on her face, the one that made my knees feel weak and my heart race in my breast. I knew somewhere in that store there was just the thing to put a smile on her face.

On legs like rubber bands, I forced myself to approach the door, to open it and step inside. The playful jingle of bells made me look up guiltily, like I had set off an alarm. It didn’t do anything for my raw nerves, even when I realized what it was.

The woman behind the counter turned to me, her eyes widening when she saw a thirteen-year-old girl standing in her shop. I waited for her to kick me out, saying this shop isn’t for kids. A part of me hoped she did, so I could say I tried, but it just wasn’t meant to be. I’d shrug and go on my way, disappointed but no longer a nervous wreck. She didn’t, though.

Instead, she favored me with a curious smile and asked, “Can I help you with something?”

Figuring the woman was having fun with me, I said, “Um, no. Just browsing.”

That smile widened, and she asked, “Are you now?”

“Yeah?” I said, making it sound like a question.

“Interesting,” she said, coming out from behind the counter, “well, let me give you the general layout. Lingerie and costumes in the front corner there… DVDs and magazines just there… and our selection of sex toys are in the back.”

“Okay,” I said, blushing as I headed toward the racks of lingerie.

The cashier watched me go, her curiosity written all over her face. She was wondering what in the world a seventh-grader was doing in her lingerie shop. I can’t say I blame her. I’d have blinked stupidly at me, too.

Still, she hadn’t kicked me out at first sight, and she seemed to find my browsing of the lacy and sheer garments amusing. I felt a fragile hope take root, and I thought there was a small chance I might actually walk out of here with my purchases. A small chance was better than what I had given myself, so things were looking up.

There were so many different types of lingerie and variations of each style that I felt a little overwhelmed as I poked through the racks. Everything looked sexy to me.

“What are you looking for?” The cashier asked, appearing at her side.

“I- I don’t know,” I said, which was true enough. I hadn’t expected there to be so many options to chose from.

“Well then, what do you need lingerie for?” She asked, then grinned, “I guess that should have been my first question. What does a young girl like yourself need lingerie for? Do you just want something pretty to sleep in or is there a boy?”

“Um, no,” I said, blushing, “no boy.”

She saw it, then tilted her head to one side as she met my eyes. Maybe she saw something or just took a guess, but she said, “A girl, perhaps?”

It wasn’t exactly accurate, but I nodded shyly. It would only complicate things if I told her the truth. Not only would I not be able to purchase my lingerie but I’d probably get someone I love in a lot of trouble.

The cashier nodded, giving me a knowing look, “I knew there was someone. Most of this stuff isn’t particularly comfortable, so the only good reason for wearing it is to look sexy for someone.”

I gave the woman a curious look, thinking this whole conversation was starting to slide into the surreal. Of all the receptions I imagined for my walking through the door, this wasn’t one of them. This was the kind of service I might receive at a ma and pa grocery store, maybe, but not here. I won’t lie, it confused me a little, and I didn’t know how to respond. Surely this woman wasn’t really this nonchalant about a thirteen-year-old shopping for lingerie in her store.

“This girl… Does she know you are here?” The cashier asked, her eyes saying there was more to the question than the obvious.

I thought I knew what the woman was really asking, and it made my cheeks burn as I said, “I think she’ll be surprised, but not THAT surprised.”

Grinning coyly, the woman said, “So you have her on the hook and are just trying to keep her there.”

It took me a second to get what she was trying to say, but I grinned sheepishly and nodded.

“Well, alright, girlfriend,” the cashier said, laughing as she pointed, “that rack in the front… The company that makes those tends to run small. If I were you, I’d look through that rack first. I figure it is your best bet for finding something that fits. You are a skinny little thing, after all.”

“Um, thanks,” I say, giving her a curious smile.

“No problem, sweetie,” she said, turning around and heading back toward her sales counter, “holler if you need anything.”

“I will,” I said, shaking my head in wonder. I was beginning to feel like Alice must have after sliding down the rabbit hole. I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash if I saw the Mad Hatter winding his way through the racks of Lingerie.

I moved to the rack the woman had indicated, started riffling through the garments. I made it about a quarter of the way around when I found it. The ceiling didn’t quite peel back, and a ray of light from the heavens spear down on it, but I definitely had a eureka moment when I saw it. Pulling it off the rack, I thought it looked even better in my hands. The material was lacy and soft, pretty and feminine.

Sure it wouldn’t fit, I checked the tag. My heart started racing when I saw that it would. I couldn’t stop looking at it, and I had to have it.

I glanced at the woman behind the counter, my heart sinking. She has been cooler than I had any right to expect her to be so far, but surely she wouldn’t actually let me buy this. She was going to break my heart when I put it on the counter, was just going to shake her head, no.

Even though I knew the outcome, I still walked up to the cashier, put my selection on the counter and held my breath for the inevitable. The cashier looked me, smiled in a way that seemed unfair to me. You can’t smile at someone like that when you are fixing to ruin her day.

Still smiling, the woman looked through my stuff, then said, “You forgot some stockings. They are hanging over there.”

Blinking dumbly at her, I said, “Are you serious?”

The cashier laughed and said, “Just grab the stockings while I ring this up.”

I just stared at her, waiting for the punchline, sure that I was the butt of the joke. She shooed me away from the counter, and I went to the little display of stockings. I looked over my shoulder at her, and she nodded encouragingly.

I found some stockings that would look good with the outfit I had chosen, taking them back to the cashier. She scanned them, putting them in a little black bag on the counter.

“Cash or credit?” She asked, looking earnestly at me. If she was messing with me, she was an amazing actor.

“Cash?” I said and it sounding like a question.

“Are you asking me?” The woman asked, amused.

I dug my money out of my purse, and my hand was shaking as I handed it to her. She counted it, then entered the amount. My heart started racing as the cash register drawer popped open and she counted out my change. Was this really happening?

She gave me my change then held out the bag with my purchases. I reached for it hesitantly, expecting her to pull it back at the last second and say ‘Psych’. My fingers closed around the plastic bag the woman relinquished her hold on it. I stared at the bag in my right hand and my change in my other, then at the woman.

“I hope she loves it,” the woman said, winking at me.

“Um, thanks,” I said, feeling like I should say more, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that would express how I felt about what the woman had done for me. I was stunned, flabbergasted, shocked, befuddled and, generally speaking, dumbfounded that the woman had actually completed the sale.

Luckily, the woman seemed to know, anyway. Her smile said as much.

Dana set her pencil down, re-reading what she had written. It was sort of sweet and fun, if not exactly erotic. She thought there was still potential for sexy fun, especially when her character wore the lingerie she’d bought.

Picking up her pencil, she tapped it against her lip in thought. Where did she want to go with this story? She still wasn’t sure when she put the lead to the paper and started writing, again. Luckily, most stories had a mind of their own, and this one knew where it wanted to go. She just went along for the ride.

Outside, I found my backpack where I had hidden it. I had thought showing up in the lingerie shop wearing my school backpack was just too much, so I had left it in the bushes across the street from Rose’s. I unzipped the small compartment in the front, slipped my purchase inside. Zipping it back up, I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and checked the time.

My eyes widened as I saw I had spent too much time in the lingerie shop. I had to be at the corner of Third and Houston Street in ten minutes. Shrugging into my backpack, I took off running. I had a lot of ground to cover in a hurry, so I tucked my arms in close to my sides, lowered my head and let my stride loose. I was eating up the pavement, and I thought I was going to make it.

I just did, the bus already pulling up to the spot when I was fifty yards out. I lucked out, a small group of people boarding at the stop. With one more burst of speed, I was able to fall into the back of the line as the last person was boarding. I climbed onto the bus, gasping for air. I could only shrug when the driver gave me a curious look and hurriedly scanned my round-trip pass. He motioned for me to head back and find a seat.

Relieved to be on the bus, I shrugged out of my backpack and sat down with it on my lap. As we began to roll again, I finally got my wind back. It was about a fifteen-minute ride to my stop, and I spent it getting excited about what I had planned for when I got home.

I still couldn’t believe I actually bought lingerie. A naughty shiver worked up my spine, and I giggled at the thought of the black bag in my backpack. I really hadn’t expected this part of plan to succeed, figuring it was a million to one odds. Fortune had smiled on me, and I lucked into the coolest cashier ever.

When I saw my stop approaching, I half stood up to pull the cord, signaling the driver. The bus slowed, then came to a stop. I hurried down the aisle between the seats, then off the bus. I could see my house a hundred yards away and started walking.

Instead of going to the front door, I walked around back, using my key to let myself in. In the kitchen, I listened breathlessly. For the next part of my plan to succeed, I needed to get through the house unseen. Hearing the TV on in the living room, I let out a sigh of relief. My luck was holding, it would seem. The way the furniture was laid out, anyone watching TV wouldn’t be able to see the stairs. I slipped upstairs, unseen.

Dropping my backpack on the bed, I unzipped the small compartment and removed the little black bag that held my brand new lingerie. My hands were shaking as I dumped the contents out on my bed, I was so excited. I laid everything out, removing the tags. Looking down at it, I thought it was even more perfect now than when I had chosen it.

I slipped out of my clothes and into the lingerie. I shivered deliciously as the stretchy material hugged my young body, fitting me like a second skin. Sitting on the bed, I rolled the stocking onto my legs, fastening the garters in their lacy tops. I ran my hands down my legs, loving the silky feel of the nylon under my fingers.

I had avoided looking in the mirror, not because I wanted it to be a surprise, like some big reveal in a TV show. Instead, I was afraid I would look silly in the lingerie. I didn’t want to make her laugh. I wanted her eyes to get wide, and her jaw hit the floor. I wanted to make her weak in the knees like she made me, wanted her heart to race. I needed her to think I was beautiful and sexy and irresistible.

Stepping in front of the mirror, I held my breath. My eyes widened, and I gasped. The lingerie fit me perfectly, revealing more than it hid. I looked better than I had had any reason to expect. It almost seemed the manufacturer of this outfit had cut it with someone like me in mind. It flattered what little curves I had and clung in all the right places.

“This is going to be good,” I said, grinning at my reflection.

Heading back downstairs on legs made like rubber bands by adrenaline, I walked around the couch and into her field of view.

She glanced up at me, her eyes widening, “What are you doing home — Oh, wow!”

“Do you like it?” I asked, anxiously. I felt suddenly shy, uncertain. There was a breathless moment of anticipation as I waited for her reaction.

Her eyes were hot on my skin as she looked me up and down. A slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and her eyes finally met mine. I shivered at the desire I saw in them. God, I loved when she looked at me like that.

“I love it,” she said, her smile widening, “you look incredibly sexy.”

“I had hoped you’d say that,” I say, grinning as I went to her. I sat on her lap and kissed her deeply.

“Where on earth did you get this?” she asked, running her hand over my stocking clad thigh. Her touch awoke a heat between my thighs and I shivered.

“Rose’s,” I said, grinning at her.

Her eyes got big, and she stammered, “Rose’s Intimates? You… really?”

“Just walked in, picked this out, paid for it, and walked out with it,” I said, loving her reaction.

“Just like that, huh?” She said, her eyes flashing mischievously.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her, “I wanted something sexy to wear for you.”

“This is sexy in spades,” she said, laughing, “I can’t believe you skipped school and went lingerie shopping at Rose’s. I wish I could have seen it.”

“Maybe next time, we can go together,” I teased, and I heard her inhale sharply. Grinning, I knew that little line had tickled her naughty side. I leaned in and kissed her, and I felt just how excited she was in the way she kissed me back eagerly.

I got off her lap and offered her my hand, said, “Let’s go upstairs and make the most of my day off from school.”

She took my hand, and we went upstairs to my room.

Dana took a few seconds to calm down, her hands shaking a little with excitement. Grinning, she flipped back to the beginning of her story and, at the top of the page, wrote: Playing Hooky.

Grinning, Dana loved how this story was turning out. When she had started writing, she wasn’t thinking about having her character skip school to be with her lover. She had let the story off its leash, and it had found its way here, somewhere completely different than what she had expected.

She took up her pencil, again, ready to write the steamy part of the story:

We barely made it into my room. I found my back against the door, her body pressed against me. Her kiss was eager, her tongue caressing my own. My heart was racing as I kissed her back, my hands roaming over her back and buttocks. Her hands were on me, leaving my skin tingling in their wake. Her touch awoke a fire in me, my desire swelling until I was almost dizzy with need.

She kissed my neck, then my collarbone. My pulse quickened as she sank to her knees in front of me. The smile she favored me with as she looked up at me took my breath away. The promise in that smile made my knees a little weak.

Her hands ran up my stocking-clad legs, and I could feel her arousal in her touch. She was turned on by the lingerie, the silky feel of the nylon under her fingertips. Seeing the look in her eye as she explored my body made the trip to Rose’s more than worth it.

“God, I can’t get over you in this,” she said, her eyes flashing up at me.

I grinned at her, giggled. I couldn’t help it. She made me feel so beautiful when she looked at me with those heavy eyes.

Her hand found the cleft of my pussy, and I forgot to breathe for a few seconds as her fingers teased my sensitive clit. The pressure and friction against my tender flesh were delicious, and I moaned. She smiled up at me as she pulled the skimpy panties aside. The first kiss of her lips was like the brush of a butterflies wings, a caress as light as a feather against my skin. It made me shiver. Then her hot tongue found me, teased a thick moan from my slack mouth. The slow flick of her tongue drove my body crazy, sent waves of pleasure slamming through me.

She looked up at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she tortured me. That smile, the lovely sensations coursing through me… I couldn’t stop moaning, my hips moving against her mouth. She had worked me into a state, my body not sure if it was coming or going. I needed to hold onto something, lest I float away. My fingers tightened on the door jam, and I held on for dear life.

It was too much for me to bear, the pleasure washing through me so intense I was glad for the wood at my back. I wasn’t sure my legs could hold me right now. I needed its support as I felt an orgasm stir to life deep inside of me. My fingers were in danger of leaving permanent marks in the door frame as tension built and built until I finally cried out in ecstasy. I came hard, my whole body trembling. Closing my eyes, I lost myself in the lovely sensations swirling through me.

I gasped in surprise as I was scooped up and carried to the bed. My eyes opened, and I smiled at her, put my arm around her neck. She laid me carefully on the bed, then began to undress. Rolling onto my side, I watched her, admiring every inch of skin she revealed with each article of clothing she removed. She wasn’t going fast enough. I wanted to see her lovely body, ached for her.

When she was finally naked and gloriously revealed to my hungry eyes, she came to me, crawling onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she leaned over me, smiling that smile that took my breath away. She leaned in, and I kissed her eagerly.

She nudged my legs open, straddling one of my hips. I shivered as she lowered onto me and our bodies nested together. I straightened my leg, resting it on her shoulder. She smiled at my flexibility, wrapping her arms around my leg as she began to roll her hips. The pressure against my still sensitive clit was delicious. My fingers tightened on the sheets, and I moaned thickly.

I couldn’t look away from the sensual flex of her hips, hypnotized by the movement of her body. She moved with a grace and a certainty like that of a jungle cat, a certain regal pride that I found fascinating. I loved the way her stomach muscles tightened just before she pushed her hips forward. It gave me a heartbeat of anticipation of each thrust of her body. That expectation of the pleasure to come only made it more intense when it did.

Our cries soon filled my bedroom. We were alone in the house, so I didn’t have to hold it in. Not that I could have if I tried. Those wordless sounds of enjoyment only got louder as our pace became frantic. Our bodies strained toward release, coming together faster and faster as our excitement grew.

Finally, my excitement became too much for me, and I felt myself starting to come. I met her eyes, saw the same urgency in them. She was right there with me, her hips losing their grace. Once, twice, three times she thrust against me, our bodies grinding together deliciously. I lost it on the third, my body seizing up under her. Even as I shook with my orgasm, I felt her climax atop me, felt her trembling right along with me. It was a magical moment of shared bliss.

She smiled down at me, said, “You are looking a little flushed. I think you might be coming down with something.”

Frowning, I asked, “I am?”

“Definitely,” she said, leaning in to kiss me, “I’ll have to call the school and let them know you aren’t feeling well and won’t be coming in tomorrow.”

A slow smile spread on my face, and I asked, “Am I playing hooky again?”

She didn’t say anything, just favored me with a smile that took my breath away.

Dana set her pencil down, laughing when she saw how shaky her hand was. As it often did, writing stories like this got the juices flowing, and she was a horny mess. She glanced at her alarm clock, saw it was still early. Glancing at the door, Dana hesitated. She knew she should wait, but she wasn’t sure she could.

Running a hand across her mouth, she got to her feet. The adrenaline flowing through her body had her a little wobbly as she went to her door. Opening it, she poked her head out into the hallway. She could hear the TV playing downstairs. She thought she could risk it.

Closing the door, she went to her bed. Her hand slipped into the waistband of her shorts. The story had her so worked up that just the brush of her fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Pulling the notebook close with her free hand, she read her story as she teased her bud with her fingers. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet.

She didn’t even make it to the good part before she felt an orgasm gathering steam deep inside. Like a locomotive off the rails, she couldn’t stop it from slamming through her. Gritting her teeth, she shook with her climax, not making a sound as it had its way with her.

Slipping her hand from her shorts, she brushed her hair from her face and tried to catch her breath. Laughing, she glanced at the door, glad there hadn’t been any interruptions.

“Penny is going to love this,” she said out loud, picking up her notebook. She would type it up tonight, do a quick edit and send it to her. It would be a nice pre-Columbus Day treat for her stepmother.

On to Chapter Eight!

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Yet another story that I fiddled around with so thoroughly that I’m now unable to locate the original… though I honestly do believe this version is better. (Blushes.) Please do enjoy.

***

Taking her eyes from the unwinding coastal road, Julia checked herself in the rearview mirror one last time. She’d always been very particular about her appearance, and determined to keep the recent upheaval in her life from changing that. She certainly had no intention of seeing her daughter for the first time in months without making sure that she looked her best.

The face that gazed back at her was strong and still quite lovely. There were a few visible lines, but that was to be expected at forty-two. Julia was still quite satisfied with her looks, and still thought of herself as a woman with much to offer a good man, which made that much harder to understand why her marriage to Mitch had foundered.

Well, he hardly qualifies as a good man, Julia told herself with a resigned smile.

She believed their relationship had been a solid one, able to weather the long haul of middle age. That was before a misdirected email had alerted Julia to the affair Mitch had been carrying on with Barbara Mantler, a neighbor of theirs who was still in her twenties.

She had confronted her straying husband, determined to save their marriage — only to discover that, far as Mitch was concerned, it was already over. He flat-out refused to end the affair, saying, “I don’t want to hurt you, Jules… but I’m not gonna give up Barbara. If you can’t deal with that, let’s end this here and now.”

Julia was devastated — and beside herself with rage. She ordered him to leave, then stood trembling as her husband grimly packed a suitcase and left without another word. The divorce papers, drawn up by Mitch’s lawyer, were delivered two days later.

In the first few months after the split, Julia had relied heavily on her daughter Ellen, who lived in a small coastal town in Victoria. Upon hearing of the end of her parents’ marriage, Ellen immediately returned home for a month to be with her mother. In those first few weeks Julia could not even bring herself to leave the house, and it took some coaxing from Ellen just to get her out to the local café for coffee. However, Julia gradually started to resume her life.

About six months after Ellen went back to her flat in Victoria, she finally coaxed her mother into coming to visit for a few weeks. Please come and visit, Mum, she wrote. This is a really beautiful place, and the change of scenery will do you a world of good.

And so it was that she found herself parked in Ellen’s driveway, checking herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she was presentable, Julia got out of her car and headed for the front door of the cottage. Dressed in a white blouse, jeans and tan boots, Julia was indeed very attractive. She was 5’9, had collar-length black hair, brown eyes that complimented a very open and friendly face. She was proud to have retained her firm, yet shapely figure.

Before she could even get to the front door of the seaside cottage, Ellen came bounding out the door to greet her. At twenty-three, Ellen had grown into a beautiful young woman. Slightly taller than her mother, she’d inherited Julia’s black hair, which she let grow to just past shoulder length. Unlike her mother, she had hazel eyes and a longer, more oval-shaped face. Like her mother she was not exactly slim, but quite curvy. She was dressed very casually in a blue windcheater, tracksuit pants and joggers.

Ellen embraced her mother. “Mum, It’s so good to see you.”

“I’m glad to finally make it here, darling,” replied Julia. “I want to see if this place is as beautiful as you make out.”

“Believe me, Mum, it is.” With that, Ellen helped her mother with her luggage and took her into her home for the first time.

After Ellen showed her mother around her century-old cottage, the two sat down and caught up over a cup of coffee. “So, love,” said Julia, “are you seeing anyone right now?”

“No, Mum… there’s no one I’m really interested in.”

“Ellen,” Julia murmured, “you’ve got to think about settling down sometime, dear.”

“Oh, Mum, you are so old fashioned. I am only twenty-three, after all… I’ve got plenty of time to find someone.”

Julia just shook her head. “I just don’t want you to end up alone like me, that’s all.” She almost started to cry, but Ellen would have none of that.

“Mum, you’re not old, you know… you can still find someone.” Ellen studied her mother. “You look prettier now than you did when I was a little girl… and I only hope my ass is in as good as shape as yours is when I turn forty-two.”

“Ellen!” gasped her mother. And with that, both women started to laugh.

A thoughtful expression crossed Ellen’s face. “I don’t know, Mum… I do like the idea of settling down, sharing my life with someone special. It’s just that…” and she trailed off.

“Just what, dear?” asked Julia.

“It’s just that…I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like something is missing.” She ran a finger around the rim of her cup. “I’ve been out with guys who were nice, and I liked them… but I’ve never known one that really got my heart racing.” She shook her head sadly. “I just want someone… special. You know?”

Julia knelt next to her daughter, taking Ellen in her arms. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, then shook her head, patted her daughter on the back and said, “Enough. We’ve both got to start thinking positively.”

Ellen smiled. “You’re right, Mum. Enough moping!”

After they finished their coffee, Julia decided to rest for a bit before dinner. She awoke a couple of hours later to find Ellen busy at the stove.

“Do you need any help, love?”

“No, I have got it all under control, Mum… thanks, though,” replied Ellen.

“Okay… in that case, I’ll take a shower and freshen up.”

Ellen nodded as her mother left and went to the bathroom. As she continued with the dinner preparations Ellen suddenly realized that she hadn’t given her mother a fresh towel to use. Quickly going to the linen closet, Ellen grabbed a towel and took it straight into the bathroom. Upon opening the door she discovered her mother had just finished undressing.

“Ellen!” said her mother, quickly covering herself. “You could at least knock first!”

“Oh, Mum,” Ellen replied, “it’s not a big deal… I have seen you naked before.”

Julia laughed. “I suppose you’re right,” she said, letting her arms drop to reveal her nude body. “Just me being old fashioned.” She winked at her daughter as she got into the shower.

Despite what she had said, however, Ellen’s eyes couldn’t help but linger on her mother’s naked body. She felt a strange tingling in her stomach as admired Julia’s curvy figure.

Her mother must have felt Ellen’s gaze as she entered the shower, because she turned around just before drawing the curtain… and their eyes met for a brief moment before Ellen turned away to leave the room. Returning to the kitchen, Ellen quickly dismissed the incident and finished making dinner.

On the other hand, Julia couldn’t help but think about the fact that she caught her own daughter checking her out. Part of her was shocked, but another part was a bit flattered… even excited at the thought of it. As she soaped herself, Julia wondered why that was…

Later, as they were eating dinner, Ellen suddenly exclaimed. “The party!”

“What party?” Julia asked.

“I forgot to tell you, Mum… I’m hosting a lingerie party here tomorrow night.”

Julia looked a little shocked. “Would… would you like me to go out tomorrow night while you have your party?”

“No, Mum — I want you to stay here and be part of it.”

“But Ellen, love… I mean… sexy lingerie… it’s not really my sort of thing.”

“Well, maybe it’s time you made it your thing,” Ellen said. “You still have a great body, Mum… and some hot underwear might help you feel sexy again, especially if you meet someone. Anyway, these parties are great fun. We’ll have some wine and everybody brings food… oh, trust me, you’ll enjoy it.” For some reason, Ellen found herself very much wanting her mother to stay for the party.

Julia said “Oh… all right. Why not?”

“That’s the old pepper, Mum,” said Ellen. a smile suddenly appearing on her face. “Wait and see, you’ll have a smashing time.”

“I hope so,” replied Julia, not feeling as certain about that as her daughter did.

The next day, while Ellen was at work, Julia thought about going for a swim in the ocean when she realized that she’d forgotten to pack a bathing suit. However, she remembered seeing a clothing store on her drive-in, so she decided to see if she could buy one there.

Upon arriving at the store, Julia soon found the swimwear section but found that most of the outfits were tiny and revealing bikinis. She was just about to leave when one of the young salesgirls approached her. “Can I help you?” she asked.

Julia turned to face the sales assistant, a pretty young blonde girl who looked to be in her early twenties. “Well, I was looking for a new bathing outfit, but I don’t think you have anything for me.”

The young salesgirl smiled and said, “Please, come with me… we’ve got some lovely one-pieces that I can show you.”

The girl then led Julia to another section. There were a few nice one-pieces, but they all seemed to be a little small. She looked at the assistant doubtfully.

“I’m afraid these are a bit small for me… Linda,” she said, noticing the name tag on the salesgirl’s blouse for the first time.

“Really?” queried Linda. “You look to me to be about a size 10.” She pointed to one of the mannequins that was adorned with a tight and form-fitting one-piece. “That’s a size 10 right there. Why don’t you try it on?” she suggested.

Julia was very doubtful that it would fit, but she went into one of the change rooms with the swimming costume.

“Just let me know if you need any help,” Linda said and departed.

Once Julia had put on the suit on, she turned to the mirror to see how it looked. It showed all of her curves and it was cut a lot higher in the thigh than any costume she had ever had before, but to her surprise, she was delighted with the way it looked. If only I had the courage to wear this down to the beach, she thought to herself. She came out of the changing room to get Linda’s opinion.

“Wow!” exclaimed Linda, before Julia could say a word. “You look fantastic… it really shows your figure off.”

“Really?” Julia blushed. “You’re not just trying to make a sale?”

“No, I really mean it,” Linda said with a smile. “You look incredibly hot.”

Julia looked the younger girl over. The expression on Linda’s face was enough to convince Julia that she was in fact being honest. What’s more, she noticed that Linda couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her… Julia felt that strange warmth in her stomach again. Why was she enjoying the admiration of this young woman so much?

A smile appeared on Julia’s face. “I’ll take it,” she said.

Julia got changed back into her regular clothes and went to the counter where Linda was putting the suit into a shopping bag. Julia smiled at the young salesgirl and said, “Well, I must say you know how to make your customers feel welcome. You must enjoy this line of work.”

“Thanks,” Linda replied. “I sell lingerie in my off-hours, too. I’m doing a party tonight.”

Julia’s eyes widened. “Why, I — my daughter is hosting a lingerie party tonight!”

“Is that…” the girl thought for a moment, then grinned, “Ellen Moore?”

“Yes.” Julia giggled. “My, what an incredible coincidence.”

“Well, I might just be able to sell you some more items tonight then,” said Linda, winking. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll bet you’d look even better in one of my sexy teddies…”

Julia was a bright shade of pink by now.  “Well, I’ll think about… anyway, I must be going. See you later on.”

“Ta,” said Linda, and with that Julia left the shop and made her way home.

All the way home Julia couldn’t help feeling flattered about the way Linda had praised her figure when she wore the bathing suit. Though she did feel she looked good for her age, it was always nice to get such a warm compliment. Odd that it should come from a woman. Odder still that she found it rather exciting… like the way she had felt when she had caught her daughter checking out her naked body in the bathroom last night.

She grimaced, shaking her head. Why do I keep thinking about that? she mused.

Julia hadn’t been home long when Ellen got home from work, loaded down with food for the party. While they made some appetizers for the guests, they caught up on each other’s day. Ellen was delighted to hear that her mother had met Linda at the boutique. “She’s really nice, isn’t she, Mum?”

Julia agreed, saying that she felt more relaxed about the lingerie party, knowing that Linda was coming.

“She’s good at what she does… speaking of which, did you buy anything while you were there?”

“As a matter of fact, I bought myself a new bathing suit.”

“Mmmmm… if I know Linda, it’ll be something really sexy. You can model it for me tomorrow morning. If it’s warm again, we’ll go for a swim before breakfast.”

Julia was a little relieved that Ellen had suggested an early morning swim; she wasn’t ready to wear that bathing suit in a crowd.

Soon they had everything ready for the guests… and Ellen went to take a quick shower while Julia changed into a white blouse and light blue slacks.

By the time Ellen emerged in her yellow summer dress, the first guests started to arrive. The first to appear were two girls from Ellen’s work, Jane and Alicia, then three girls from the softball team Ellen played for. Soon there were ten guests in the house, the last one to arrive being Linda. She brought along catalogs and a suitcase that contained samples of lingerie. Although she had been slightly wary of coming to this party, Julia soon felt quite relaxed and was mixing easily with Ellen’s friends.

Suddenly Linda called everybody to attention. “Okay everybody, it’s time to get this started.” She passed around the catalogues, then opened up her suitcase and took out a skimpy black bra and matching panties. “So… who wants to be our first model tonight?” she asked.

“I will,” said Karen, Ellen’s softball teammate. “My boyfriend loves me in black,” she added, giggling as she disappeared into the bedroom to change. She emerged a few minutes later, looking stunning in the lacy lingerie as she walked up and down in front of the rest of the party. When she was finished Linda stood up and said, “A big round of applause for Karen, ladies.”

With that, the girls gave Karen a spirited ovation, as well as a lot of wolf whistles and laughs. Karen reacted to the applause by taking a couple of bows, even blowing kisses to the audience. It was obvious that Karen was having a wonderful time… it was also obvious that Linda had made her first sale of the evening. When Karen had finished, Linda showed another item from the catalogue — a sexy red teddy — and another girl volunteered to wear it.

And so the evening passed. Every “model” received rapturous applause and everybody — even Julia– was having a great time. Ellen ended up modeling a very sexy see-through negligee, and Linda herself modeled a lovely lacy white bra and g-string panties. Finally, every lady had tried on something except for Julia.

As much as she was enjoying herself, Julia was still somewhat reluctant to model underwear in front of anybody, let alone a room of strangers. But Ellen was determined to include her mother in the festivities, so she made a deal with her. “Mum, if you try something on, I’ll try on another outfit and model it at the same time as you… how about that?”

Julia liked that idea, so she went with her daughter to the bedroom. Ellen brought with her two outfits: a daring black bra, g-string panties, garters and suspender belt for herself; and a lacy blue teddy for her mother. As they were getting changed, Julia couldn’t help but admire her daughter’s luscious body. Ellen was easily the sexiest of all the girls there that night, and the sight of her nudity as she slipped into the revealing underthings made Julia feel very tingly and warm. Her eyes were somehow drawn again and again to her daughter’s loveliness as she changed into her own lingerie.

The teddy felt absolutely fantastic once Julia had put it on. She stopped in front of the mirror to make sure that it fits properly. In the reflection, she noticed her daughter studying her intently.

“Oh, Mum! You look… fantastic. I told you that you would,” Ellen said, her eyes shining.

“Why, thank you, love,” said Julia, doing a mock curtsy.

Just as they were about to leave the bedroom, Ellen noticed that the rear of her mother’s outfit had started to creep up her backside. “Hang on, Mum,” she said, “you need a little adjustment in the back.” Ellen then reached out to fix the teddy.

When her hands made contact with her mother’s bottom, it was if a surge of electrical current was flowing from Julia’s body to Ellen’s. The young woman felt a warm wave of arousal that left her light-headed.

As for Julia, it seemed as if her legs had suddenly turned to jelly. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Julia could feel her heartbeat quicken and her skin tingle deliciously. Her daughter’s hands brushed against her ass, and she felt like she couldn’t move… didn’t want to move.

Ellen somehow finished adjusting the teddy, then rose on trembling legs and opened the door. Julia managed to stammer out, “Thanks, angel,” to her daughter, and they both quickly made their way back out to the living room.

Far from being nervous, Julia suddenly felt exhilarated. The other girls gave Julia and Ellen a big round of applause as they entered the lounge.

Linda called out, “As you can see ladies, I’ve left the best for last,” and pointed to Julia. “Doesn’t she look fantastic?” All the girls nodded and Julia blushed, but at the same time she felt an excitement that she hadn’t experienced for years. It was the feeling she used to get when she was in her late teens and she would go to the beach with her friends. As they would walk along the beach she knew that a lot of men were admiring her as she passed… and it thrilled her.

Now Julia was being admired in a similar way… only it was by women! And even though she kept telling herself that there was nothing sexual about the nature of their admiration, Julia was still strangely excited.

Ellen, she noticed, was no longer parading up and down with her, but had instead joined the other women in applauding and encouraging her own sexy display. She had a look in her eye that, all of a sudden, had Julia’s pulse racing as Ellen stared at her. It was a look of hunger, one of… desire?

Could I be imagining this? thought Julia. Maybe she’d had too much wine… but she was almost convinced, from the look in Ellen’s eyes, that her own daughter wanted her. She felt Ellen’s gaze sweeping her scantily clad body, her eyes taking in every inch of her mum’s womanly form. Julia’s head spun. Is Ellen even attracted to women? she wondered, as she bowed to the clapping audience before exiting.

What was so hard for Julia to dismiss was the fact that she herself had enjoyed looking at other women in sexy underwear… and this very much included Ellen. She quickly changed back into blouse and slacks, feeling confused. She had never been sexually involved with another woman, had never seriously considered it. But now she was being exposed to these sexy, attractive ladies that seemed to find her attractive, too… and she had to admit to herself that it was exciting. But why was her daughter acting that way?

As Julia rejoined the party, it was starting to wind down. It had been a great night, and she was actually sad to see it end… but before Linda left, Julia made sure that she put in an order for the blue teddy.

“That’s two sales in one day — you’re becoming my best customer!” Linda grinned as she left.

When everybody was gone, Ellen and Julia tidied up the lounge up a bit, but decided that the dishes could wait until the next day. Before she went to bed, Ellen asked her mother if she was still up for a quick dip in the ocean the next morning.

“Oh, yes. Please wake me, dear. I think I will need a swim to clear my head,” Julia said as she headed off to bed.

It didn’t take long for Julia to drop off that night, and though she slept soundly, she did have some strange dreams.

She dreamt that she was in the change room in Linda’s store. Linda was getting her to try on more swimsuits, each one more daring than before… telling her how hot she looked and asking her to parade up and down in front of her in the risqué outfits. As she was walking up and down in front of Linda she could hear her saying, “You’re so beautiful… you’re so beautiful,” over and over.

When Julia turned around to look at the cute salesgirl, it suddenly wasn’t Linda at all — it was Ellen, dressed only in a skimpy bra and panties. Her daughter smiled knowingly as Julia stood frozen, rooted to the spot… then the young woman padded barefoot over to her mother. Julia’s heart throbbed as Ellen’s soft arms entwined her body, and she felt her daughter’s lips brushing her neck…

With that, Julia woke with a start. As shocked as she was, she couldn’t deny the stickiness between her thighs. It took her a long while to doze off again.

Ellen, on the other hand, was unable to sleep. She shifted restlessly in her bed, trying not to think about how aroused she had been by the sight of her mother in that luscious blue teddy. What was the matter with her?

After the awful luck she had been having with men of late, Ellen had been thinking more and more about exploring her sexuality with women. She had been investigating lesbian internet sites on her computer, and had masturbated to them more than once. The thought of making love to another woman became more appealing to Ellen every day… but she still lacked the nerve to actively seek a partner for lesbian sex.

And now she found herself getting turned on — turned on, mind you — by the sight of her undressed mother! She knew why, too… Julia had the kind of voluptuous body that Ellen found most attractive in a woman. But that didn’t mean that she wanted to have sex with her… did it?

Ellen’s hand crept into her panties, her fingers brushing her sticky labia. It’s not real, she told herself… just a fantasy. No one will know.

She pictured her mother standing by her bed, wearing the blue teddy she’d had on earlier, at the party. Ellen began to caress her own breasts with her free hand as she imagined her mom gazing at her — with desire in her eyes. A soft whimper stole from Ellen’s lips as she envisioned Julia slipping out of the skimpy lingerie and standing naked before her daughter. She allowed herself to drift deeper into the fantasy…

Mum stands there, smiling at me. “Honey,” she says softly, “would you mind if I slept with you tonight?” The tone in her voice is innocence itself, but the fire in her eyes makes it very clear what she wants.

Without a word, trying to conceal my excited trembling, I pull back the blankets, silently inviting my mother to join me underneath. Instead, she gazes at me, tapping a fingernail against her teeth before she speaks. 

“You’re overdressed for this slumber party, sweetheart,” she murmurs, reaching for the hem of the long t-shirt I always wear to bed. I raise my arms, and she pulls my top up and off, baring my breasts.

She kneels next to me on the bed, reaching out to caress my cheek. “I love you, Ellen,” my mother whispers… and she leans closer to kiss me.

The feeling of my mother’s soft mouth brushing against my own has my head spinning. Her kiss is gentle, loving — then I find my lips parting to admit her tongue as Mum’s attentions grow passionate.

Soon we are kissing like lovers… and I moan into my mother’s mouth as her hand glides up to cup my breast. My nipple stiffens against her palm, and I feel her purring with excitement. Our mouths move wetly together.

Then Mum gently breaks our kiss, pausing to undo her bun, letting her lustrous hair cascade about her face.”Oh… my sweet, sweet angel,” she sighs… just before she dips her head to take my left nipple into her mouth…

And suddenly Ellen was coming convulsively, two fingers buried deep in her cunt as her body bucked and shuddered in near-unbearable ecstasy.

Spent, she lay quietly, the sweat on her body cooling in the breeze wafting from the open window. Her eyes were wide open. Oh, my God, she thought. Oh, my God.

On to Part Two!