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Arizona Nights, Chapter 2

  • Posted on March 29, 2020 at 3:01 pm

by Pretty Pink Taco

***

Isabel

After that night, it was hard to think about anything else. Adriana, my sixteen-year-old sister, was my obsession. A few nights went by and she had hardly spoken to me. She did bring me home some chocolate bars I like once.

When Mami was around Adriana didn’t leave her room. One day Adriana came home with a woman, a grown-up lady with short hair, like a boy. She had on a big flannel shirt and blue jeans.

“Hello,” the woman said to me. I smiled politely.

“Come,” Adriana said to her as they went into her room and shut the door. I hurried over to listen in.

“Your sister is really cute, too,” the woman said.

“Do you want to go on the bed?” my sister asked her.

“I’ll give you $100 if you get your sister in here, too,” she said.

“No way,” Adriana replied, shocked.

“$200. Monica told me she likes ladies, too.”

“She’s only ten!”

“I know, I like them real young.”

I could hear my sister walk toward the door and I bolted toward the couch. When she came out, I saw she was topless.

“Hey Isa,” she said to me, “Do you want to hang out in my room?” I nodded rapidly. “Okay, but you have to do what we tell you to.”

“Okay,” I said, getting myself excited.

“Oh my god, she’s perfect,” the woman said when I walked through the door. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Isabel,” I told her.

She sat on my sister’s bed. “Help little Isabel out of her clothes,” she said to my sister. My sister walked over to me and lifted my shirt over my head roughly. “Hey! Be gentle. There is a plastic bag in my backpack there, put those clothes on her.”

My sister undressed me completely and the woman’s eyes were glued on me the whole time.

“Put the collar on Isabel,” she said. My sister stood in front of me, her nipples in my face as she fastened a black leather collar around my neck. It had a long leather leash attached to it. I thought it was the strangest thing. “Wait,” she said before my sister did anything else. “Tie her hands up. Put the rope over the door and close it so she can’t move. There is some black rope in my bag.”

“You’re so weird,” my sister said to the woman as she did what she was told. She tied my arms up, avoiding eye contact with me. My hands were raised up above my head and I was completely naked. I was nervous because my sister didn’t seem to be happy but I was excited to be naked again and having someone admire me.

“Now,” the woman said, “Spread her legs open and lick her little pussy.”

Oh my god! Yes! Yes! Thank you, weird lady! I officially loved her. My sister was going to lick MY pussy. I began to get very turned on.

“Spread your legs,” my sister said to me and I did.

“Good girl,” the woman said. Her jeans were off, her blouse unbuttoned and she was rubbing between her legs like a maniac. “Look at each other while you do it.”

My sister got on all fours in front of me and looked up at me. She leaned forward and took one small lick. My body shivered. I looked down at her as I was told. Our eyes were locked. She licked me over and over again, just on the outside of my lips over the slit. I loved being watched and tied up. I loved everything about it. Each lick would send jolts throughout my body, making my toes curl.

“Okay, my turn,” the woman said, getting up off the bed toward me.

“Look, she’s just a little kid,” my sister told her.

“I know,” the woman grinned, licking her lips and getting on her knees.

My sister got up quickly and grabbed her phone and took a few pictures. “Get away from her you fucking dyke bitch,” she yelled.

The woman’s face became enraged. I had no idea what was going on. “What’d you say?”

“I’m taking these pictures to the cops if you don’t get the fuck out and leave us alone!”

“Then give me my money back, you little bitch!” The woman got up and began to button up her shirt.

“Fuck you! Get the fuck out! I’m calling the cops right now!” Adriana screamed.

“Fucking little bitch,” the woman muttered. I genuinely felt bad for the woman, she was a little weird-looking but she seemed nice. Adriana held her phone and was shaking.

The woman put her clothes on and packed her things. She then opened the door, loosening the rope that held me up and left the room. Soon we heard the front door slam.

“Oh, Isa, I’m so sorry!” my sister cried. I had no idea why she was crying. Did she see something I didn’t? She undid the collar from my neck and gave me a tight hug. I loved feeling her boobs on my chest. “I’m so, so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” I consoled her, rubbing her back.

“I should be protecting you, you’re all I have,” she told me pulling back, eyes full of tears.

“I like playing these games with you,” I admitted.

She laughed. “You’re so cute, I know you do. I like them, too.”

I loved my sister so much.

“Let’s take a shower,” she said, “I feel so gross. I’m going to wash my sheets too. She smelled dirty.”

***

Nothing happened in the shower, although I wish something had. She slapped my butt a few times and sometimes I’d touch hers. She did wash me though and I washed her.

She let me use her pink bathrobe and wrapped my hair in a towel like a teenage girl. I felt grown up because it was too big on me.

“Ready for your mani/pedi, madam?” she joked.

“Can you give me one, really?”

“Sure, go pick a color from my room,” she said as she toweled off her long hair.

I raced to her room and grabbed 4 or 5 different colors off her shelf.

“Tonight?” I overheard my sister talking on the phone. My heart sank, she was going to leave me again. “No, sorry. I’m hanging with my sister tonight…”

I smiled to myself.

 ***

Adriana

“Who is home after school?”

“My mom.”

“You told me your mom works nights last week.”

“She got a new shift,” I lied. The guidance counselor at school wouldn’t lay off.

“Fine. I really want you to focus on the SATs this fall. You have a strong chance to make it into a top school.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t have the grades. And none of my friends are taking it this early.”

“If you ace them, you’ll have a good shot. Did you put together the list of schools you’d like to apply to with their respective programs?”

“No.”

“Adriana,” she nagged me, “Should I have a word with your mother?”

“Listen, my mom doesn’t give a shit about any of this. She’s busy.”

“Hey! Language!” she said sternly.

“Look, Ms. Price, I really appreciate your help and all that. I just don’t really know anyone who went to college,” I told her, crossing my arms.

“You know me,” she smiled. Our eyes locked for a second.

Ms. Price was young and a bit plain. She had just graduated a few years ago — I forget from where. She wore cardigans and pearls, real preppy-looking. She was thin and not at all curvy, but her clothes really flattered her body. She dressed like the white people in the J. Crew catalogs. Her eyes were brown and her hair was always dark, neat and shoulder length.

It was hard for me to picture her naked because her clothes were never tight, but she did have an amazing, long neck and nice jawline when she’d turn her head.

“If you ever want to study or need extra help outside of school, tell me. We can meet at a coffee shop or something,” she offered.

“Ha, coffee shop? I’ve seen those in movies.”

“What?” she laughed, “You’ve never been to a coffee shop? Starbucks or anything?” she asked, puzzled. I shook my head. “Okay, then my treat! I’m serious.”

“Do you extend this help to all of your other charity cases, or am I just special?” I smirked, leaning closer to her desk.

“Do you like being special, then?” she asked, leaning in as well.

Fuck, I suddenly wanted her. Was she flirting with me?

“If it’s with someone like you,” I responded.

“Then, let’s say that you are,” she winked at me. “What’s going on with your boyfriend?”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. How do you feel about that?”

“Pretty great. He’s an asshole,” I blurted. She glared at me. “Sorry.”

“Well, how soon do you want to start with the study sessions?”

“Uhm, give me your number.”

“I’m not usually allowed to, but here you are,” she wrote it down on a post-it note. “Do NOT give this out, Adriana, I’m serious.”

“Don’t worry, it’s cool.”

“I’m putting a lot of trust in you. Do you trust me?”

“Trust is earned,” I laughed and she pursed her lips into a grin. “I’ll text you right now so you know it’s me.”

I suddenly felt devilish. This is what I sent her:

To MP: Sometimes when you wear skirts, I can see your panties.

She looked down at her phone on her desk and opened it. She then crossed her legs, knees together, under the desk.

To MP: Although it gets me wet thinking about what color they’ll be, I’d rather you wear none at all.

“How’s today?” I asked her, as if I didn’t just send her two dirty texts.

“Today works,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.

Her phone lit up with one more text. I really wanted to test the limits.

To MP: Spread your legs open, let me have a good look.

She swallowed hard. Her breathing sped up and she rested her chin in her palm with her elbow on the desk as she fidgeted with her hair. I stared at her, waiting for her to obey me. She looked over at the closed door and then down at her desk as she uncrossed her ankles and slowly spread her knees apart.

I spread my legs as well and rubbed the outside of my jeans between my legs slowly.

“You need to cut that out,” she said halfheartedly.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning red.

“Well, we have 20 more minutes. Want to show me that list of colleges you pulled for me last time?”

She knew what I wanted, an excuse to move my chair by hers and to have our knees touch, like they had a few times before. As she clicked through her computer, I put my hand over her hand on the mouse.

Her breathing became heavy and controlled. I was nervous my own damn self, cause she was a teacher. I could get in so much trouble.

“Do you like being touched?” I whispered. She nodded. I stroked her middle finger with mine.

“Do you like me?” I whispered again. She nodded.

“I want you, do you want me?” I said more closely to her ear. She nodded again and turned her head to face me, our lips were inches apart.

I didn’t realize so many women were this submissive. I thought my sister was because I’m older, but Ms. Price was much older than me.

“Go unlock your car. I’ll be waiting there for you after school. You have that gray Mercedes, tinted windows, right?” I asked. She nodded again and grabbed her car keys off the desk. I picked up my backpack and left her office.

***

“Where were you?” my little sister Isabel asked as soon as I came through the door. It was 8:30 pm and she was sitting next to a bowl of popcorn on the couch.

“None of your business,” I told her, putting my bag down near the door. I rushed to the couch and plopped down beside her.

“No popcorn for you!” she shouted jokingly and grabbed the bowl, hugging it close to her chest.

I stuck my entire face in the bowl and scooped a few pieces into my mouth with my tongue, making her shriek and giggle with excitement.

“No! My popcorn!” she pretended to cry.

“Hey,” I said to her more seriously and she looked at me with her big, brown eyes. She was so much more beautiful than I’ll ever be. I was always proud to tell people she was my sister — everyone would comment on how gorgeous she was or was going to be. “Can I get a kiss?”

She leaned forward and eagerly pressed her lips on mine.

“Mmm, again,” I said and she kissed me again, her lips falling in between mine. “Mmmm, again, but a real kiss this time.”

Our tongues found each other quickly, gently at first and then deeper and deeper. She kissed with so much longing and desire. I felt as if she wanted my entire soul to jump into her mouth.

I felt a little bad knowing Ms. Price’s pussy juices had been all over my lips just twenty minutes ago. We never made it to the coffee shop.

“I have something to show you later,” I tell her.

“Really? Show me now.”

“Are you deaf? Later, I said,” I told her firmly and half-jokingly. I went over to the kitchen to make us something to eat for dinner.

It was really hard for me to stop touching my sister. I was alright most nights, but then I would get horny beyond control. I tried to stop looking at her because the more I did, the more I wanted her. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian, I guess. It’s just that sometimes I want girls, too. There was nothing specific to little girls that I liked in particular, just my sister.

After that incident with the lesbian from the gas station, our entire relationship had changed. I loved her and I wanted her to know that. But it was hard for me to say the words to her. For a long time, I thought that Mami had given her everything and I had gotten nothing. But, lately, I’ve realized she doesn’t have Mami around often enough, and since Papi was deported, we mostly just had each other.

After heating up some leftovers again, I got us some blankets to watch television.

“No cartoons, no kiddie shit,” I told her.

I took the remote and put on a reality dating TV show. Isabel kept calling out women who were pretty or who had “big boobs”.

“Adri, can I lay on you?” she asked innocently.

Damn, she was going to kill me. It took everything in me to not suck on her little clit or drag my pussy across her face. I started getting wet right away.

“No, stay on your side.”

“Come on, please,” she begged, “I can take my shirt off if you want.” I didn’t respond. She sighed, “Do you want me to take my shirt off?” I was ignoring her at this point. “Okay,” she said and lifted her shirt over her head. I didn’t want to look her way and pretended to watch TV.

Isabel crawled over to my end of the couch; my feet were up.

She slipped underneath the blanket and popped her head out of the other side, just above my chest. I fought back a smile.

“Do you want me to lift your shirt up?” she asked. I kept ignoring her, secretly liking this little game she was playing.

“Okay, I’m gonna do it.” She pulled my shirt up and I adjusted a bit, allowing her to do it more easily. “There we are,” she said, as if my boobs were two pairs of lost socks she had just found under the bed.

“Are you hot under there?” she said to my breasts, cradled in my bra.

I burst into laughter. “What are you doing, you little psycho?” I teased her.

She laughed and laid her head on my chest. I covered our bodies with the blanket while she rested on me and I caressed her hair.

“Adriana?” she said a few minutes later.

“What now?” I sounded annoyed, but I really wasn’t.

“I like it when you’re sexy-angry.”

Sexy-angry? What the hell did that mean? Well, I knew what it meant. I wondered if she would have been into fooling around with me if I hadn’t treated her so roughly.

“Well, get the fuck off me then,” I told her. She hesitated a moment and got off the couch. “Stand there and look at me.”

She was topless and beautiful. Her leggings marked the outline of her little pussy. I wanted to lick her there so badly.

“Take your pants and panties off,” I commanded, “Now!” I almost saw her giggle, that silly girl. “Mmm, yes,” I purred at the appearance of her little-girl slit.

“Come, sit on my face,” I told her, moving down on the couch so that I was completely flat. She rushed over and put her butt near my head on the couch. “No, stand over my head,” I told her. “If you step on my head I will kill you, Isa, not kidding.”

She laughed as she did as she was told. Her pussy seemed far away, yet also close as it hovered just above my face. Her legs, her ass, her slit. Oh my god, was I ready?

“Now, sit your pussy down on my mouth,” I instructed her. She kneeled down and scooted herself back to line herself up with my mouth. Her butt grazed my nose on the way.

“Ahh,” she squealed, feeling my tongue slip right between her lips almost immediately. I smacked her ass with my hand, and then pushed her hips down onto me more forcefully.

It was the best experience of my life. Tasting my sister’s sweet, gooey pussy, running my tongue from her clit to her entrance and back again. Sucking on her clit like a little raisin was my favorite part and hers.

“Oh, oh!” she moaned in a high-pitched noise. “Adri, oh my g–”

I went from long hard sucks to long wide licks, then just soft methodical sucking on her underdeveloped clit.

She began to rock against my face, humping herself on my mouth while she grabbed the arm of the couch. I spanked her little ass again and then brought my fingers up to pinch her nipples.

“Oww! Yes!” she moaned, “Yes!” I squeezed her thighs hard, burying my nails into her. “Adri, it’s going to happen!” she screamed, “Uhhhh!!”

She finally collapsed forward, pussy still on my mouth. I switched from her clit to her hole, lapping up as much of the sticky goodness as I could until my mouth ached.

“Get off me,” I mumbled from between her lips.

She climbed off my face, still catching her breath. A beautiful sight of a little girl satisfied. “You happy now?” I teased.

“Uh-huh.”

“Now, get over here and lick this mess off my face. You’re so sloppy when you’re horny. Look at this, it’s all over my chin. Cochina.”

“Hey, I’m not a pig!” Isa protested, but she did clean off my face with her little tongue.

Before going to bed that night, I had received a text from Ms. Price.

MP: Coffee this Friday?

Destined to appear here at some point in time: Chapter Three!

 

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My Lonely Mother, Part One

  • Posted on March 26, 2020 at 2:55 pm

by Maverick

Tracked down by Sapphmore, reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Sex4Stories in February 2018 }

Note from JetBoy: I might as well tell you up front: this is another two-part story where all the actual sex takes place in the second half. It’s one hell of a second half, though — so don’t pass the first chapter up. As a reward for your patience, I’ll post Part Two fairly soon. Many thanks to Sapphmore, our Site Story Detective, for finding this one!

***

Watching my mom fall deep into despair after her divorce was the most awful thing I’d ever seen. I wished with all my heart that I knew what to do to help her find happiness again.

Mom was a sweet woman who deserved far better. She’d been there for me my entire life. She’d been strict with me when I needed it, but never with anger. She convinced me I was special.

When I’d been five and thrown a mammoth tantrum over something incredibly important that I don’t even remember anymore, she’d carried me up to my room, still crying and struggling and calling her names, and explained through my hysteria she was declaring a time out. I was to remain in my room until I had spent two continuous hours with no loud noises. Any fresh outbursts and I would start over. She then quietly locked me in and went back downstairs while I continued caterwauling.

When I finally calmed down and had completed one hour of silence, she brought me a brownie, saying, “Well done, sweetheart, carry on.” When I’d completed the whole two hours, she came in, gave me a big hug and kisses all over my face, tickled me until I giggled, and took me out for ice cream! That was my very last tantrum.

In my freshman year of high school, when she’d grounded me for toilet papering the house of a girl who’d been bullying me, our evenings were spent together watching TV or playing Scrabble until she released me from ‘the joint’ a week early for good behavior, and started taking me to Karate class. A couple months later my bully ambushed me again, but ended up with good cause to apologize.

I could tell you dozens of stories about times Mom did everything she could to resolve situations that had caused me to act out in the first place. Even though I wasn’t always the sweet angel she said I was, she’d never struck me or done anything to me out of anger. Not once in eighteen years!

When I was sad, she offered me her shoulder and her ear and long cuddles. When I was angry, she asked me sympathetic questions and listened for as long as I needed and never offered suggestions until I’d talked myself out and asked for them. When I was good, she loved me and made me feel like the most wonderful girl in the world.

My father, the asshole that he was, had left Mom on December first for a woman only four years older than me… four fucking years!

It completely crushed Mom. Seeing her like that completely crushed me.

Mom was thirty-four and had never had a job, not marrying my father at eighteen. For the first several years of her marriage she’d insisted on going for a degree in English and had obtained her Bachelor’s diploma, but had never done anything with it. Instead, she’d always been a stay-at-home mom for me.

Dad made lots of money as a stockbroker, and insisted that his wife shouldn’t work. So she stayed home in a comfortable house, like a stereotypical housewife.

After the divorce, Mom had no idea what to do with herself. Thanks to his money and connections, Dad had achieved an amazingly quick separation: he’d wanted to retire and start traveling with his cradle-robbed sexpot. He’d easily gotten the divorce because Mom was too disheartened to put up much of a fight, and anyway, why fight to keep a man who no longer loved you?

At least he didn’t emerge from the split completely unscathed. Thanks to a perceptive judge, we got a very generous ruling on how much support Dad would have to provide. So money wouldn’t be a problem for Mom, but she felt cast adrift: what would she do with herself?

I was in my senior year of high school and would be leaving for college in less than a year. I knew that empty nest syndrome was going to hit her really hard. Dad and I had always been her entire life, and that heartless bastard had abandoned us both, but I didn’t miss him a bit. Hell, I was glad he was gone. He’d dumped Mom during the holiday season, which only made him a bigger dick than I’d already thought he was.

He was one of the reasons I was a lesbian.

Oh sure, sexual attraction was the main one, but my hatred for the way my dad had treated Mom my entire life had generalized itself into a very early dislike for men, thus boys, and at eighteen I was definitely one hundred percent gay. He didn’t make me into a lesbian, but he sure made it easier for me to accept that any great love in my life wouldn’t be packing a dick. Not a flesh-and-blood one, anyhow.

Mom didn’t know I was queer. I was perceived by her and by most people who knew me as a sweet, shy, nerdy young woman. I was far from that, but didn’t mind letting most people think I was. Shy around boys vs couldn’t care less about boys didn’t look so different from the outside. Either way I wasn’t dating any, or even flirting.

Few, besides my best friend and partner in crime Amanda, a still closeted athlete Brittany (I knew where her closet was, and visited her there regularly), my neighbor Mrs. Benson, my teacher Mrs. Walker, and a few other trusted souls had any clue that I was a lesbian.

I hadn’t originally planned on seducing Mom, but one thing led to another and… well, here’s the story of my craziest, most life-altering Valentine’s Day ever.

I came home from school, and although she smiled resolutely as she greeted me, it was obvious Mom had been crying… and it broke my heart all over again.

As always, I asked the stupid question, “Are you okay, Mom?”

“I’m fine, honey,” she answered like she always did, wiping away some streaks of evidence to the contrary, attempting to be casual about it. Today was Valentine’s Day, her first since Dad had left two months ago. She was obviously feeling especially sad about being alone on the Day of Love, while her ex-husband was drinking Mai Tais on the beaches of Hawaii with his new slut.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, so I sat across the corner from her and looked into her eyes gently. “Mom, you know you can talk to me,” I said, letting her know I loved her and wasn’t buying any bull crap about her feeling fine. “I’m eighteen. I’m an adult. And he left me, too.”

This seemed to make Mom even sadder.

“I know, honey,” she nodded. “It’s just that… I don’t want to burden you with my troubles.”

“Mom, your troubles are my troubles, too,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “After all the things you’ve done for me my whole life, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“It’s just… I don’t know, I’m still in denial mode,” Mom said.

I smiled, “I’ve moved on to angry mode.”

“I think I’m in a lot of modes,” she laughed. “Denial, anger, frustration…”

“Frustration?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing,” she said, quickly pulling her hands away and moving to the kitchen counter. I followed, of course.

“You can’t confide something you feel and then not explain,” I said.

“It’s just… personal, honey,” she said, avoiding eye contact.

“Personal, shmersonal! Mom, you can tell me anything,” I offered.

“It’s just…” she began and paused.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

“I feel like such a failure,” she admitted, although I could tell that wasn’t what she really meant.

I pulled Mom into a hug and said, “Mom, you’re not a failure. Dad is. He’s a failure as a husband, as a father and as a man.”

“Oh, honey,” Mom said, bursting into tears again.

“You deserve better than Dad,” I said. “He treated you like a slave.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she wailed through her tears.

“All you did was love your family and get older,” I told her. “You’re better off without him. We are better off without him. Dad is an asshole!”

“Hannah!” Mom gasped.

“Mom, he is, and he always has been!”

“Hannah, please don’t speak about….”

I interrupted, now not only angry at him, but at my mom for trying to defend him, “Mom, be thankful he’s gone! He was a terrible insensitive husband and a useless father. It’s only thanks to you he was never a child-beater, too!”

“It was never that black and white,” she protested.

“Mom, enough!” I shouted, slamming my palm onto the counter, a technique my father had often used to get our undivided attention.

She looked at me in shock as I took her hand, leading her to the couch.

“Mom, stop defending him,” I said, not holding back my anger. “He’s an unfaithful, insensitive, arrogant prick of a man and we both deserve better,” I ranted so vehemently I could feel my face turning red.

“But he’s your father,” Mom pointed out.

“He’s my sperm donor,” I said. “No more, no less. Well, actually far less. Any damn fool can ejaculate into a woman’s cunt.”

“Hannah, language,” Mom scolded. Swearing is not something I usually do in front of my mother, or she in front of me.

“Sorry, Mom,” I softly said, putting a hand on her nylon-clad leg. “I just hate how he still makes you feel worthless. You’re a special woman, and you deserve to be treated like a goddess.”

“Oh, Hannah,” she smiled, suddenly close to shedding tears of a different kind. “I needed to hear that.”

“Mom, you’re a beautiful woman inside and out,” I continued, a sweet idea popping into my head. Maybe I could help her out of this funk!

“Thank you, honey,” she said, enjoying the compliments, while my hand slithered at a snail’s pace up her thigh.

“Where do you get these nylons? They’re super soft,” I said, knowing they were real silk and not some cheap brand.

“Some girls spend their money on shoes, I spend mine on stockings,” she replied, seemingly okay with me  caressing her legs.

“Good choice,” I approved. “They’re as soft as silk and really make those lovely legs of yours stand out.”

“Thank you, honey,” she smiled again. “Your father never seemed to notice.”

“His loss,” I said, moving my hand ever so slightly under her dress to discover she was actually wearing stockings and a garter. “Mom!” I asked, surprised. “This is some sexy stuff! Who are you wearing it for?”

“Myself,” she answered with a shy smile, allowing me to lift up her dress enough to admire her black lace garter.

I took her hands, pulled her up off the sofa and dropped to my knees.

Did part of me want to bury my face in my mother’s pussy?

God, yes. I wanted it badly and I knew she needed it badly, but a slow seduction was much better for my long-term goal.

Mom looked down at me, surprised. “Hannah, what are you doing?”

“Just taking a look at this lovely garter,” I said, which was partly true. I was also trying to see if Mom was shaved.

She was!

“Oh, I bought it online. I buy all my nylons and lingerie that way,” she said, standing there like a sexy mannequin as I traced my hand over the garter belt, resisting the temptation to touch her cute black panties… which looked more like a thong, actually.

“Are you wearing a thong. Mom?”

“Thongs are all I own,” she admitted.

“Mom, you are a complete enigma,” I said, as I took the risk and flicked my hands around to her ass to grab the thong and tug it out then snap it back into her ass.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, moving away slightly.

“Sorry,” I apologized again. “It’s just something we do in the change room to girls who wear thongs.”

“Really?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “Guys whip towels at each other’s asses, and we tug thongs.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I have no idea,” I answered.

“Weird,” she said, although she didn’t move any further away from me.

“Do you have any more of these sheer nylons?” I asked, an idea of how to seduce my mother slowly blossoming in my head.

“Quite a few,” she laughed. “It’s my shopping addiction.”

“Can I try on a pair?” I asked, standing up. “All I wear are these cheap ones.”

“Sure,” she said with a nod.

I took her hand. “Let’s go try some now.”

“Now?” she asked.

“I can’t think of a better way to cheer a girl up than by trying on clothes,” I said.

“Well, okay,” she said, following me, though probably trying to process how me trying clothes were going to cheer her up.

Just wait, Mommy dearest. If I have my way, you’ll be cheered up and then some.

I said, “Nothing puts me in a better mood than shopping, and shopping in my mom’s closet seems like the ultimate thrill.”

“What do I get out of this?” she asked playfully, catching the mood.

“Oh, I have some fashionable stuff you can try on,” I said, deciding I was going to play Barbie with my mom.

“Hey!” she objected as she realized I was being critical of her fashion choices.

“You dress like a housewife,” I pointed out.

“I am a housewife,” she countered. “Or was, anyway.”

“Exactly,” I nodded. “But as I’m learning this very afternoon, looks can be deceiving.”

“How so?” she asked, as she went to her dresser drawer and pulled out a few pairs of stockings, still in the package.

“Well, underneath your mother-goes-to-market clothes, you’re wearing some very hot lingerie,” I pointed out.

“I like wearing lace bras, garters and stockings underneath,” she said. “They make me feel sexy.”

“They make you look sexy, too, I imagine,” I complimented, “let’s see.” I reached around and unzipped her dress.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want to see your underwear,” I said. “Did you say lace bra?”

“But I’m your mother,” she protested.

“We’re both adults, Mom,” I reminded her. “I see girls completely naked almost every day.” I withheld the fact that we were naked so they could lick me, and vice versa.

“I guess,” she responded tentatively.

When she didn’t move away, I slipped the dress off her shoulders and down her torso to her hips. Stepping a foot back for a better view, I unveiled her sexy lingerie, and gasped — a little overdramatically, I suppose, “Holy shit, Mom! You have an amazing body!”

“Hannah!” she gasped, although clearly appreciating the compliment.

“Seriously,” I continued, knowing flattery worked wonders. That was doubly true for insecure women, at least from my experience. “You’ve got a better body than most high school girls.”

“You’re being silly,” she said, but didn’t move away as I finally dropped her dress to the floor. Taking a chance, I quickly unclasped her bra.

“My God, sweetie, what are you doing?” she said, surprised by my boldness.

Ignoring her protests, I tossed Mom’s bra onto the floor and quickly cupped her big, firm breasts. As she stood there shocked, I told her, “I got your eyes and your hair, but not these.”

“Hannah, I…” she began, but I interrupted her.

“Seriously, your breasts are so full and lovely, and mine are so small,” I pouted, then jerked my sweater off. “See?”

“You’re not wearing a bra,” she said, surprised.

Truth was, I’d left it at Amanda’s after a quickie fuck after school, but that information could remain hidden a little while longer as I continued my slow seduction. I played the insecurity card, cupping my 34B breasts. “I don’t need any bra for these.”

“Honey, trust me, yours are the perfect size,” she said.

“How so?” I asked, even though I wasn’t really insecure about my breasts. Truth was, they were almost the perfect size: not too big, not too small; as Goldilocks would say, just right.

She cupped her own tits and said, growing more comfortable about topless state, “These mamas are back-breakers.”

“I can imagine,” I nodded, knowing that was true for Elle, a big-breasted chubby but lively girl who had first introduced me to the world of cunnilingus at summer camp.

“You have an amazing body, too,” she said.

“Thanks,” I smiled, enjoying the compliment. After a pause I asked, as I walked to the bed where the packages all were, “So can I try on a pair of these fancy nylons?”

“Go ahead, honey,” she offered.

I looked at the wide array of packages. “You like variety.”

“I do,” she nodded, as I gazed at the selection of colors that included black, beige, mocha, white, tan, navy and red. “I treat my hosiery like I do my jewelry — as an accessory to enhance the entire package.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said, as I removed my skirt to reveal I also wasn’t wearing panties, just a pair of thigh-highs.

“You’re deceiving, too,” she said with a smirk.

“Like mother, like daughter,” I said, sliding one stocking down my leg and off.

“Do you usually go without panties?” she asked — not accusing, just curious.

“Sometimes,” I shrugged. “You?”

“Just thongs,” she answered.

“You should try going commando; it’s quite liberating,” I said. “In the winter you can feel Jack Frost nipping at your… you know.” I removed the other stocking.

“Since when did you start wearing thigh-highs?” Mom asked.

“Blame Amanda,” I answered, who was my best friend and the one I messed around with the most. She said she liked quick access to my pussy when she wanted a quick snack, and that could be just about anywhere —  in the cafeteria bathroom, in the car, at her house or mine, and once in an empty movie theater. Amanda said I had the sweetest pussy she’d ever tasted, and that her second home was between my legs.

“Blame her how?” Mom asked, as I selected the mocha pair, which was my favorite color, really enhancing my pale legs.

“She convinced me they were sexier and more comfortable than pantyhose,” I answered.

“I can’t argue with that,” Mom nodded, before adding, as I rolled up the first stocking in my hands, “but there is nothing sexier than stockings with a garter belt.”

As I began putting the first stocking on my foot, I smiled, taking in the sexy sight of my mother in a thong, garter and stockings, and nothing else. “You’re certainly proof of that statement.”

“Oh, thanks,” Mom said, blushing slightly.

“God, these feel so sexy,” I said, in awe of how much softer they were than my usual nylons.

“They’re the only kind I wear now,” she replied.

As I pulled the stocking up my leg, I said, “Damn, I’m going to need a garter belt for these, huh?”

“Hold on.” She went over to her top dresser drawer, shuffled through it for a second, then returned with a red one. “This will contrast nicely with those mocha stockings. They really set each other off.”

“You’re a lingerie guru,” I joked as I took the garter, something I’d never worn before.

I strapped it around my waist, then decided to take things a little further in the seduction of my mother. “Can you help me with this, Mom?” I asked, standing up.

“Sure, honey,” she said, getting down on her knees in front of me. Her face was now less than a foot away from my pussy. Can she smell how turned on I am? I wondered.

Mom attached the first clasp to the stocking as she explained, “Always take your time fastening these.”

“Okay,” I said. My heart throbbed at her touch, the warmth of her breath caressing my thigh. I did notice that Mom stole a glance at my pussy as she finished the front clasp.

She moved around back and fastened the clasp behind. Then Mom surprised me. Reaching out for the other stocking, she told me, “Sit on the edge of the bed and lift your foot.”

I wanted to say something flirtatious. Instead, like the little girl I no longer was, I did exactly as she said, leaning back on both elbows as I offered Mom my bare foot. Taking hold of it, Mom carefully slipped the sheer stocking on, then rolled it up my leg. “Now stand back up.”

I rose, then she did the other front clasp. This time, my mother definitely took a long, lingering look at my wet pussy. A wave of sexual heat surged through me as I got the crazy notion that my seduction might be working.

Mom moved around back once more, did that last clasp, then asked me, “Care to try on something kinda sexy?”

“You always said I should never say ‘kinda’,” I teased. My mother, with her English degree, had long taken serious issue with words like “kinda,” “sorta,” and “gotta.”

“Brat,” she playfully scolded me, going back to her dresser for another silken treasure.

“Just wanted you to know that I was listening all those years you corrected my speech, teach,” I said.

She returned with a red crop top and said, “Try this on.”

I grinned as I took it and, being very careful not to seem at all opposed to the idea, said, “Really? Now I feel like we’re playing Naughty Barbie.”

Mom laughed as I slipped into the silk top, which didn’t leave much to the imagination. “This is getting a little out there; I admit that.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, eh? Okay, then, I’m dressing you next,” I replied, already knowing exactly what I was going to put on her.

Out of nowhere, Mom suddenly asked me, “By the way, what’s the name of Barbie’s mom?”

I thought about it, then shrugged. “No idea… you should Google it.” Funny thing — all those years of playing with Barbie dolls, and I couldn’t answer that simple question.

“You look amazing in that,” Mom said.

I thought about asking her, ‘Good enough to eat?’ but managed to restrain myself. Instead, I turned to the mirror and said, “Wow, I do look hot.” I struck a few poses, “It really showcases my assets.”

“It sure does,” she said, yet again peeking at my pussy, which was still in full view and very well hydrated.

Not for the first time, I wondered if Mom had ever experimented with women. Deciding it was time to reveal my sexual bias, I added, “Amanda will love me in this.”

“What?” she asked.

I repeated, “I’m sure Amanda will love me in this. She has a thing for nylons, and if I wear this outfit, she’ll be on her knees in no time.”

Mom stared at me silently — wheels turning, processing what I’d just said, trying to think of an alternative to the obvious.

Deciding to help her, I said, “Mom, you do know I’m a lesbian, right?”

“I, um, no,” she responded, still in shock.

“I blame my sperm donor,” I continued. “I saw how he treated someone as wonderful as you, realized that there are a lot more like him out there… and since then. I’ve never really been interested in guys.”

“That… well, it never occurred to me at all,” Mom said, still processing.

“What, that I like girls?” I asked, avoiding saying something crude like, I love licking pussy.

“Yeah,” she said, even as she glanced again at my ripe, juicy cunt. I was pretty sure she really liked what she saw, but didn’t want me to know that.

“I’m sorry to just spring this on you, Mom. Er… are you okay with it?” I suddenly felt a bit apprehensive. I’d always figured that Mom would be fine with me being gay, but her lack of response had me feeling insecure.

“Oh, honey,” she said, coming over and giving me a big reassuring hug, her large breasts pressing oh, so deliciously against mine, “of course I am.”

I hugged her back, feeling good again about where we were, and quickly returned to my objective: seducing her. “I tried guys a couple times, but I never got off with them.”

“Tell me about it!” she laughed.

“Girls,” I smiled, “on the other hand, get me off every time.”

“Hannah!” she said.

“Often multiple times,” I added, slyly offering her glimpses of the perks of a female lover.

I noticed that Mom’s nipples were erect, just like mine, and thought about how she’d been checking me out ever since I got naked — but subtly, as if she didn’t want me to know. Rather than seducing her, could I be awakening something in my mother that was already simmering beneath the surface?

My head swam as I considered it — the idea that Mom might already be visualizing me in a sexual way.

“Haven’t you ever at least thought about sex with another woman, Mom?”

“Oh, I had the, um, occasional crush on other girls when I was in high school,” she said, “but that was then. I’m too old to think about that kind of thing now.”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom, you’re only forty-two, for God’s sake.” I said, taking her hand, “and I’m about to make you look even younger.”

“Good luck with that,” my mother replied as I led her into my room.

“You’ll see.” Letting go of her hand, I said, “Wait here.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mom responded with a cute smile, which made me wonder if she was secretly submissive. I knew a couple of women who were — and they always tried to hide it from the world, all the while offering sly hints to that effect. My first adult lover, the town librarian, had originally piqued my interest that way, calling me “Ms. Hannah,” whenever I saw her. One day she insisted on helping me seek out a certain book I was looking for, and I fucked her with my fingers right there in the stacks.

Was that what Mom wanted — to be taken by a strong, assertive lover? And was it possible that such a lover could be a woman?

More to the point: could I be that woman?

“Good girl,” I told my mother, giving her the response she would crave if she was truly submissive. She just smiled.

I selected a plaid skirt and a white blouse that I knew would be too tight for Mom, and brought them over to her.

“You want me to dress like a schoolgirl?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re my Barbie mom, and you’ll wear whatever I tell you to,” I replied, though in a joking fashion, “Is that clear?”

“Fine!” she replied dramatically, taking the blouse. I could tell she was secretly excited at this sudden new direction our relationship was taking. She was enjoying the attention, but also the idea of her daughter taking charge.

I called her bluff. “Don’t ‘fine’ me. You like being my Barbie mom, don’t you?”

She laughed as she shrugged the blouse on, “You caught me.” We were both behaving in a playful way, like this was a big joke, but something about the moment felt very real. For the first time, it seemed like my sex fantasy of Mom was within my grasp.

“On that note,” I said, picking up my phone. “Let’s see what Barbie’s mom’s name really is.”

Mom was struggling to button the blouse. She pointed out the obvious, “This top is pretty tight.”

“Just button it up,” I said, as I googled barbie’s mom.

“So bossy,” she said, but did as she was told.

After a few more seconds I burst out laughing. “I don’t believe it!”

“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious.

“You really are my Barbie mom,” I said, noticing that her nipples were clearly outlined through the tight white blouse.

“What do you mean?” she asked, finishing the last button.

“Barbie’s mom’s name is Margaret,” I said. It was also my mother’s name.

“No way!” she exclaimed.

“See for yourself,” I said, handing her my phone.

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, standing before me in a too-tight blouse, a thong, and a garter belt with stockings. She looked absolutely scrumptious.

“Your tits really are a lot bigger than mine,” I said, openly staring at her upper half.

“Breasts,” she corrected.

“I like the word tits,” I said, feeling especially bold, “I also like the word pussy, and although many people are offended by it, my favorite word is cunt.”

“Hannah!” Mom gasped. Funny; this seemed to shock her more than all the other revelations of the day.

“Mother!” I fired back, then soldiered on, “When you and Dad fucked, what did you say — ‘Please push your willy in and out of my hoo-hah’?”

“Hannah, sweetheart — that’s too much,” Mom protested.

“No, you didn’t — you asked him to fuck your cunt,” I said, then added, “The wall between our bedrooms is pretty thin, Mom.”

“Oh my God!” Mom said, shocked by the realization that I’d heard her and Dad having sex.

“That’s usually what you said when you faked your orgasms, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Hannah, stop,” she said, then shook her head. “I can’t believe you heard us.” Her cheeks were ruby red.

I shrugged, “Parents fuck. I get it. I mean, I was born and all. Plus, you were pretty loud.”

“I’m not sure I like this enlightened version of you,” Mom said, her cheeks still flushed.

“You will,” I told her.

On to Part Two!

 

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Kate and Lisa, Part Two

  • Posted on March 21, 2020 at 3:20 pm

By Haley Statton

(Recap: sixteen-year-old Lisa has just undergone her first session with a gynecologist named Carol — who, she discovers, is a lesbian. Once back home with her mother Kate, Lisa takes a bath, and drifts into a hot fantasy of sex with Carol. Lisa gets off so intensely to this that it leaves her convinced that she is gay, or at least bisexual.

What happens next? Read on, friend.)

***

Lisa’s reverie was broken when she heard footsteps approach the door.

“When you’re done in the bath, honey, I left something for you under the counter,” her mother said from behind the door.

“Okay,” Lisa replied.

Curious what her mom meant, Lisa quickly stood up and stepped out of the bath, mentally postponing the newfound realizations about her sexuality until a later time.

Lisa quickly dried herself, wrapped the towel around her body and stepped over to the sink. Leaning down, she opened the cabinet door and found a pink striped bag. She knew right away it was from Victoria’s Secret. Removing it, she pulled out the card stuck in the top and opened it.

Every woman deserves to feel sexy! Love, Mom.

Lisa read the card, her brow slightly furrowed. She reached down in the small sack and withdrew a pair of black satin panties and a matching bra. The teen’s eyes widened and she gasped, then giggled nervously.

As she unfolded the garments, she could see that what she thought were panties was actually a g-string. She couldn’t believe it. Normally, her mom wouldn’t have allowed her to get anything like this. She stepped into the g-string and pulled the tiny straps up over her waist. Next she fastened the petite bra behind her back.

Looking up to the mirror, she could hardly believe her eyes. The delicate fabric stretched across her crotch and over her budding breasts. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder. The tiny triangle of cloth gave way to a single, small strap that ran between her cheeks. Turning to the front again, she ran her hands first over her breasts, then slid her palms down her torso and over her mons. She placed her fingers on the edges of the panties and pulled them tighter against her skin. She could clearly see the contours of her labia beneath them.

Her eyes darted back and forth over her body. She really did feel sexy, understanding for the first time why women wore this kind of thing. Mom is so cool! she thought.

Throwing on her pajamas, she wrapped her hair back in a ponytail, then padded into her mother’s room. Kate sat on her bed reading a book.

“Mom!” she declared, a huge grin on her face, “I can’t believe you!”

“How do you like them?” Kate put her book down and rose to meet her daughter in a loving hug.

“I love them,” she replied, “I just can’t believe you bought me something like that.”

“Well… I figured if you were old enough to go to the gynecologist, you were old enough to feel a little sensual about yourself.”

Lisa laughed happily and hugged Kate again. “Thanks so much, Mom.” She paused, savoring the warmth of her mother’s embrace. Gosh, she feels nice, Lisa thought. “When did you buy them?” she asked, pulling back slightly.

“Yesterday when I went to the mall. I was getting some things for myself and I thought of you,” she explained. “Did you try them on?”

The teen nodded, “I’m wearing them now.”

“So… do I get to see you in them?” Kate smiled.

Lisa grinned nervously and rolled her eyes away, a sudden flush of excitement rising within her “Mom,” she stammered, “They’re k-kind of revealing!”

“I know, but it’s just us,” Kate assured her.

“Well…” Lisa contemplated. Suddenly an impulse hit her, an idea that was weird but oddly interesting too. “Okay, Mom… but you have to put on something you got there.” God… why had she said that?

Kate smiled. “All right.” She went to her dresser and took out a couple of items, then stepped around her dressing screen and removed her robe. A delicious shiver ran through Lisa’s body at the sudden realization that her beautiful mother was naked behind the screen. She found herself wanting very much to see her mom’s bare body…

The blood drained from Lisa’s face as she realized what she was wishing for. This is so ridiculous, she told herself. Just because I might be into other girls, it doesn’t mean that I’m turned on by… by my own mom! Annoyed by her overactive imagination, she shook her head to clear it.

And then Kate stepped from behind the screen.

The older blonde was wearing a silky, sheer blue bra and matching panties. The material was slightly see-through and Lisa’s heart was throbbing as she gazed at her mother’s beautiful body. Her nipples were clearly visible, and Lisa could also see the dark patch of pubic hair through Mom’s g-string. It was a vision of sexuality that had the young girl nearly trembling with arousal. God… her mom was so hot…

Kate could see her daughter’s eyes widen and she smiled. “Ta-daa!” she voiced, placing her hands on her hips.

“Wow!” Lisa finally managed to get out. “That looks really g-good on you.”

“Thank you, honey.” Kate padded over to the bed and sat on the edge, her thighs slightly parted. “So let’s see yours now.”

“Okay,” Lisa breathed. She untied her pajama bottoms and slipped them to the floor. As she stepped from them, she unbuttoned the top and pulled it from her shoulders. The shirt fell to the ground and she stood, biting her lower lip, trying not to show these crazy desires she was now feeling.

“Lisa!” her mother’s jaw dropped. “Look at you!”

“You — you think they look okay?” Lisa wondered.

“They look fantastic, honey. Don’t tell me you don’t feel sexy in those!” she laughed.

“I do, kind of.”

“Kind of? Honey, you look great!”

Lisa felt a warmth run through her as her mom gazed at her barely covered body. Unable to resist, she sat down next to her mother and embraced her. “Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re welcome,” Kate replied, wrapping her arms around her daughter, her heart glowing with love.

As they released one another, Kate leaned over and kissed her daughter gently on the lips. An almost unbearable shock of arousal rippled through Lisa’s body as their mouths touched, however briefly.

Kate sat back to smile sweetly at her baby girl… and they both just stared at each other for a moment. Kate held her daughter’s hand, resting in her lap. The silence lasted until Kate finally spoke. “Have you ever worn panties like those before?”

She shook her head slightly, “No… it’s kind of funny. They feel really different. I like them, though.”

Kate traced her hand up her daughter’s back affectionately. “So… what did you and Dr. Mitchell talk about today? If you feel comfortable telling me about it, I mean.”

“We talked about school and stuff like that. She asked how you and I got along.” Kate’s eyebrows arched inquisitively. “I said that we were really close.”

Kate grinned. “I sure hope you did.”

“And…” she paused, “We talked a little bit about — you know, my body.”

“Like what kind of stuff?”

“Well…” she rolled her eyes again, “I don’t want you to think it’s weird or something if I tell you.”

“I promise I won’t,” she consoled.

Lisa laughed a little, “Well, we talked about how girls feel — you know… stimulated.” Kate nodded, looking into her daughter’s eyes. “And Carol — er, Dr. Mitchell asked if I had… if  I’d ever masturbated before.”

Kate’s eyes were saucers, “And what did you say?”

“That I did… sometimes,” Lisa laughed embarrassingly. “Do you?”

Kate hesitated. “Yes… sometimes I do. Of course I do.”

“Really?” Lisa giggled.

“Well, with your father gone, you can’t blame a girl, can you?”

“No.” The young girl paused. “And we talked about…” her voice lowered, “anal sex.”

Kate laughed, “I guess you two did talk!”

“She said that some women like to just have that, um, part of themselves touched, or even licked.”

“She told you that? My goodness!”

“And I asked her if — if she liked that herself.” Lisa continued.

“Did you, now?” Kate laughed. “And what did she say?”

“She said that she was a lesbian and she’d never done it with a man before, but she had with a woman, and she did like it.”

“Oh my gosh, Dr. Mitchell is gay?” Kate was shocked.

“I know, I couldn’t believe it either.”

“I never would’ve thought.”

“Yeah, she said she normally doesn’t tell patients that, though.”

“And she said she has had anal sex — with other women?”

“That’s what she said.”

“Hmm,” Kate replied with a matter-of-fact look on her face.

“Have… have you ever done that, Mom?” the teen wondered.

Kate gazed at her daughter thoughtfully, then nodded. “Yes, honey,” she murmured. “I had a best friend in college named Gina… she and I were lovers for over a year.”

Lisa’s mouth fell open, and she could feel herself tingling from head to toe as her mom’s words sank in. She’d actually been asking Kate if she had ever had anal sex before, not about lesbian experiences. but she sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her mom that now. “Y-you were…?” she stammered.

“Yes, we were,” Kate sighed. “I… I was very much in love with her.”

Lisa’s pulse pounded in her ears as the enormity of her mom’s confession sank in. She hesitantly said “So, um, what happened…?”

Kate toyed with a corner of the blanket, unable to meet her daughter’s gaze. “Oh, we graduated,” she murmured. “She went back to New York, and I came home to Oakland. I met your father not long after that.” She frowned slightly. “To tell the truth, ever since he left, I’ve… I’ve been thinking of trying to… be with a woman again. It was wonderful.” She lifted her head and smiled nervously at Lisa. “I’ve wanted to tell you all this for a while now… but the time never seemed right. You aren’t too, um, freaked out, are you?”

Lisa’s heart swelled with love for her mother. Sliding nearer, she wrapped her arms around Kate’s body, holding her close. “No, Mom, of course not,” she murmured gently into the older woman’s ear, “it’s who you are, and I know that I love you lots, no matter what.” She bit her lip as she toyed with telling her mother what she was really feeling right then… and took a deep breath. “Actually, Mom,” Lisa said shyly, “I… well, I kinda like girls too.”

Her mother drew back, a look of shock and surprise on her face. “Honey,” she gasped, “you do…?”

Eyes lowered, Lisa nodded.

“H-have you ever… I mean, um…”

“No, Mom,” Lisa said, playing with the ring on her right hand, “I’ve never been with another girl before.” Heart pounding, she raised her face to gaze deep into her mother’s eyes. “But I want to, Mom. I really do.”

Kate seemed utterly dazed for a moment, but then a smile suddenly crossed her face. “Well, honey,” she said with a shaky laugh, “I suppose you’re right — you are who you are.” She reached out to stroke her daughter’s hair. “That doesn’t change the way I feel about you, Lisa. I’ll always love you and be there for you, okay?”

The room was silent for a moment. Lisa smiled lovingly at the woman she adored so much. “Thank you,” she whispered. As she spoke, she leaned over and placed a tender kiss on Kate’s lips. Her mother returned the affection but was a little surprised that the kiss lasted longer than the last. Lisa’s hand had come to rest on her mom’s inner thigh. She leaned back and looked into the woman’s eyes. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered.

“I love you too, honey,” Kate whispered in return, gazing back, enthralled.

The two leaned in again and kissed. As their mouths brushed together — and lingered –Lisa’s hand slid up across her mom’s tummy. Kate responded to the touch, her lips parting slightly, closing her eyes as she felt the girl’s soft, full mouth pressing firmly against her own. It was only a second more before she realized what was happening. She opened her eyes and leaned back.

“Oh honey, no,” she whispered. “We can’t do that.”

Lisa’s eyes glowed as her hand caressed her mother’s skin. “You make me feel so good, Mom,” she replied. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Her mother inhaled sharply at the girl’s touch. “I think you’re beautiful too, baby,” she breathed, caressing the side of Lisa’s face.

Lisa bent forward and kissed her mother again. Both women’s lips opened slightly and pressed a bit more firmly together. The young girl tilted her head, rapidly becoming lost in the feelings for her mom. Slowly, carefully, her hand moved up to cover her mother’s breast. Kate subtly moved her head back, trying to break the kiss, but Lisa persisted. Her fingers had found her mother’s nipple and began lightly brushing it through the sheer fabric.

Kate knew that this had already gone too far. She wasn’t sure whether she was more disturbed that her daughter felt the way she did… or excited, not wanting Lisa to stop. Thoughts of reaching out and touching the girl’s young body flashed through her mind, and she suddenly made herself pull away.

Breaking their kiss, Kate placed her hand on the teen’s face again. “Maybe we should stop, honey,” she tried to reason, her voice trembling. “This… this isn’t something that m-mothers and daughters are supposed to do.”

Even before she’d finished speaking, Lisa had lowered her hand to her mother’s lap, slipping her fingers between Kate’s thighs. Shocked, she reached down to take her daughter’s hand away — but before she could, Lisa’s fingers cupped Kate’s mound, feeling her mother’s wetness beneath the gauzy material. There was no mistaking it… she knew her mom was aroused.

Lisa spoke, her voice small, “Am I doing this to you?” She paused, the tips of her fingers seeking, exploring. “Am I… am I making you wet?”

Kate couldn’t speak. Her head spun while her daughter continued to run her fingers through the cleft between her labia. God… Lisa’s fingers felt so good!

“Yes baby, you are,” she replied… and gently lifted her daughter’s hand away, taking it in her own. Kate could feel her dampness on the girl’s fingertips as she fought a wild desire to give Lisa what she wanted –to make love to her own daughter.

Even fantasizing about women as often as she did, Kate had never entertained the idea of lesbian incest before. But as she gazed at the perfect young creature, she found herself irresistibly drawn to Lisa.

Lisa looked at Kate, her eyes shining with love. “Will you touch me?” the teen asked, almost innocently.

Silently, Kate made a decision.

She grazed her fingers over her daughter’s hair. Heart beating fast, she reached around Lisa’s back and unfastened the new bra she’d bought for her. Lisa looked up at her mother, smiling shyly as the older woman slipped the straps from her slender shoulders. She peeled the garment away, revealing the teen’s budding breasts, then eased Lisa back against the comforter and stood for a moment. As Lisa looked up at her, she unclasped her own bra and let it fall to the floor.

Kneeling on the bed, Kate bent down and kissed Lisa again. Hesitantly, her hands fell on Lisa’s tender body and caressed the soft skin. Her fingers passed over her daughter’s breasts, brushed the pert nipples.

Lisa closed her eyes with the kiss, parting her lips, her tongue snaking into her mom’s mouth. Kate’s tongue responded in kind, and suddenly mother and daughter were kissing passionately. It was a kiss of lovers… a kiss that promised pleasures innumerable for them both.

Breaking their kiss, Kate couldn’t help but glance down at Lisa’s panties, where a wet spot appeared against the material. She knew this was crossing the line, but couldn’t resist if she tried. Slowly, she reached out and traced her fingers down her daughter’s crotch, against the outline of her cunt. Lisa sighed and parted her legs slightly. Kate felt the girl’s panties grow wet at her touch. Their eyes met, Lisa’s face glowing from the pleasure her mother was now giving her.

Lisa reached up and eased Kate’s body closer, until her mother’s breasts were near enough to feel their warmth. Parting her lips, Lisa began to lick Mom’s nipple. She circled the tip with her exploring tongue, then closed her lips around the erect bud and sucked, caressing the other breast with her hand.

“Oh, Lisa,” Kate whispered. Her fingers pressed into her daughter’s panties harder, stroking the girl’s clit. Lisa reached down to grasp her mom’s hand, then slipped it into her panties, pushing Kate’s fingers into her cunt.

“Honey…” Kate’s hushed voice was in her ear. “I love you.”

“Fuck me, Mom,” Lisa pleaded.

Kate hesitated, but placed her finger against Lisa’s moist opening. She slid the finger back and forth, lightly probing her daughter’s cunt with the tip… then began brushing Lisa’s clit lightly with her thumb. Her child whimpered and lay back, spreading her legs wide. Lisa’s hips lifted off the bed for a moment, then fell into the rhythm of her mom’s hand. She had never felt so turned on before.

The two stared at one another as Lisa trembled with pleasure. Kate leaned down and the two locked lips again. This time, Kate was the first to slip her tongue into her daughter’s mouth. As they kissed hungrily, Kate slowly lay down by Lisa, her fingers still busy in the young girl’s panties.

Lisa could feel herself about to climax. Her eyes closed tight as the pleasure grew and grew. Her breathing was staccato and she bit her lip as moans escaped her throat. Suddenly, she began rocking her hips back and forth as the wave of intensity swept over her. She could feel her vagina squeezing her mother’s fingers as Kate fucked her. It felt like a river was flowing out of her pussy as she came convulsively.

“Oh GOD,” she screamed as she came against her mother’s hand. Her body bucked and rocked as bolts of purest pleasure tore and sizzled through her. With a sharp inhalation Lisa froze for a long, ecstatic moment… then the breath issued forth in a long happy sigh as she relaxed.

Lying next to Lisa, Kate watched it all happen, mouth open at the sight of her beautiful daughter’s pleasure, her hand still moving between Lisa’s thighs, but more gently now… allowing her hand to bathe in the warm fluid that oozed from her child’s sex.

Before Kate could speak, Lisa opened her eyes and embraced her mother fiercely. “Oh, Mom,” she gasped, “that was… oh my God… that was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me.” She caressed Kate’s face, their noses almost touching. “Mom… I love you.” Her mouth sought out her mother’s, and they kissed sweetly.

But Lisa wanted more. She couldn’t think of anything else except the need to make her mother come too. Still panting, she stood and slipped out of her panties and, now naked, climbed on top of her mom, pressing Kate’s shoulders to the sheets.

“Oh Mom,” she cried as she ran her hands down the slender body. “I want to make love to you now.”

“Oh, Lisa…” Kate whispered.

Lisa reached under the waistband of her mother’s panties and slowly slid them from her body, tossing them aside. She began kissing across the older woman’s tummy, then down between her legs. She parted Kate’s thighs and moved to kneel between them.

“Lisa… oh, my sweet, sweet angel,” Kate moaned as she realized what her daughter was going to do. With each touch of Lisa’s lips she purred with pleasure, helplessly allowing the gorgeous young blonde to take control of her body.

Lisa lay between Kate’s legs, savoring the intoxicating scent of her mom’s pussy for a moment… then she leaned in and slowly ran her tongue down the moist crevice. Immediately, her mom whimpered and arched her back.  Pressing deeper, Lisa let her tongue push into the wet heat of her beautiful mother. She was in heaven with her face buried in her mother’s pussy, feeling nothing but desire for the woman before her.

As Kate parted her thighs wider for her daughter, Lisa placed her hands around the older woman’s thighs and tipped Kate’s pelvis up to meet her mouth. With her mother’s juices oozing from her cunt, Lisa’s searching mouth journeyed downward, following the flow to Kate’s anus. As her tongue circled the rim of her mother’s asshole, Kate cried out, now squeezing her breasts with both hands.

Lisa pressed her tongue between Kate’s buttocks, lovingly licking her mom’s anus. She couldn’t believe that only an hour ago she didn’t even really know that she was into other women… and now she was making love with her own mother!  Lisa trailed her tongue back to her mother’s clit and began flicking the tip against the hardening pearl. As she did, her fingers went to her mother’s ass and began massaging the tender rosebud.

“Ohhhhh, LISA!” Kate cried.

Lisa’s tongue continuously ran back and forth against her mom’s clit as she felt Kate’s sphincter begin to relax to her touch. Slowly, she slipped the tip of her finger inside, gently moving it in and out. With each pass she felt her finger going a little deeper into her mom’s rectum. Kate was breathing hard now, her body squirming with pleasure.

Lisa’s mouth feasted hungrily on her mother’s beautiful pink pussy. She loved the way it felt to slide her tongue into a wet cunt, savoring the smell and taste of another woman, intoxicated on her mom’s essence.

Kate moaned continuously now as her daughter’s oral stimulation brought her to the edge. Then Lisa pressed her finger even deeper into Mom’s anus, as far as it would go… and Kate exploded in a climax she thought would never end. Her body convulsed as her sweetness flowed freely into Lisa’s mouth. It was incredible. She’d never had an orgasm like this before. Never. Her daughter just kept eating her pussy as Kate bucked wildly on the bed.

Finally, Kate’s body tensed and shuddered, frozen in position, every muscle straining. There was silence for a long, ecstatic moment… then the breath exploded from her body as she relaxed into the bed, exhausted. Kate lay quietly, caressing her breasts, in a contented daze.

Lisa lay down next to her mother and kissed her mouth gently, then laid her head on Kate’s still-throbbing breast. Her hand slipped between her thighs, and she began to play with herself as her mom recovered, her fingers brushing her pussy, sending the most wondrous sensations surging through her young body.

After a minute or two, Kate lifted herself up on one elbow and watched Lisa play with herself. Taking the girl’s hand from her pussy, she brought it to her lips. Their eyes met as Kate slipped Lisa’s glistening finger into her mouth, tasting her daughter. She gently removed it from her mouth and smiled.

“Mmmm, delicious… I want to lick you now, honey,” she cooed softly to her daughter.

The excitement on Lisa’s face was all the answer she needed. Kate placed her hands on her daughter’s hips and gently rolled the teen onto her stomach. Lisa immediately spread her legs and pushed her hips up, urging her mother on. Kate stared, enthralled, at her child’s incredible ass. She could’ve devoured Lisa right there. Pulling Lisa’s body up, Kate got the girl on all fours. Trembling in anticipation, Lisa lowered her head, spreading her legs wide for her mom.

Kate began caressing her daughter’s ass, lightly brushing her fingertips over Lisa’s soft cheeks, moving between to tickle her crack. Then she leaned close and began kissing the young girl’s bottom, her lips touching Lisa’s warm skin again and again. Lisa was shivering with pleasure and anticipation of delights to come.

Kate’s heart raced as, for the first time, she allowed her mouth to wander between the buttocks of a sex partner, her tongue emerging to lick languidly at the pink star of Lisa’s asshole.

Lisa gasped “Oh… Mom!”

Burying her mouth deep into Lisa’s crack, Kate began to kiss and lick at her daughter’s hot, sexy ass. This was wilder than any sex act she had ever performed, and the sheer lewdness of it made her heart race.

Kate couldn’t wait any longer, though — she had to taste Lisa’s pussy.

Lowering herself beneath the mewling teen, Kate seized her daughter’s ass and drew cunt down to her open mouth. Her tongue darted into the young girl’s pussy, now dripping with thick, creamy fluids. As Kate feasted on her daughter, her fingers crept between Lisa’s cheeks and began to toy with the tense ring of her anus. Lisa immediately relaxed herself as much as she could, desperately craving her mom’s finger to enter there.

“Please, Mom,” she cried into the pillow, “put it inside me.”

“Oh baby,” Kate sighed into Lisa’s pussy as her wet fingers teased the outside of her asshole, “You want mommy to fuck you there?”

“Mmm, yes Mom, please.”

Kate slipped a finger inside, marveling at the heat of her daughter’s rectum. Lisa moaned loudly as she felt the finger inside her pumping back and forth. Her mother’s mouth was doing wonderful things to her pussy. Nuzzling, licking, nibbling… oooohhh, so good!

Kate was ecstatic. It had been years since she’d made love to a woman, and now she was experiencing lesbian delights with the person she adored more than anyone in the world. Making love to Lisa felt so natural, so right… and the taste of her pussy was pure ambrosia.

Her child was beginning to shudder with pleasure, every breath that escaped her mouth accompanied by a deep moan. Kate could tell that the young girl was about to come, and zeroed in for the kill. Tilting her head back slightly, she took Lisa’s clitoris between her lips and began to suck the pink nubbin.

Lisa cried out, immediately exploding in a cataclysmic orgasm. Wetness flowed from her pussy, oozing down her thighs as she bucked and rocked in pleasure beyond anything the young girl had ever known. Kate continued to lick her daughter, letting her ride the sensations as long as she could. Finally Lisa collapsed to one side, utterly spent.

Unhurriedly, Kate rolled Lisa onto her back. She climbed on top of her daughter, and the two kissed lovingly. Lisa was out of breath but smiling, her face flushed and sweaty as she embraced her mother’s naked body.

As they lay together, caressing one another, they knew that their lives had changed forever — but they didn’t care. This was too good to give up. In a single magical night, mother and daughter had become lovers.

The End

 

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Ripples, Chapter 23

  • Posted on March 18, 2020 at 3:23 pm

by Sapphmore and  JetBoy

For a detailed list of the many characters in this story, check out The Women and Girls of Ripples

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The first emotion to hit Jessica’s sister Laura when she entered the room was a surge of sexual excitement at what she saw: a writhing cluster of nude female bodies. It brought back sweet memories of the university pyjama parties where Laura had finally decided that she preferred Venus to Mars.

The second emotion was one of surprise, as Laura realised that some of the participants in this sapphic free-for-all were decidedly underage.

The third was utter shock when it struck Laura that three of the youngsters were her nieces, two were the daughters of Jessica’s next door neighbour, and the girls’ respective mothers were very much a part of the lesbian orgy.

Alice was engrossed in fucking her mum, watching the flesh-coloured shaft that jutted so proudly from her waist as she drove in and out of Jessica’s hungry cunt. She didn’t notice as the copper-haired, pony-tailed Lara Croft lookalike in denim shorts entered the room just behind her.

Rachel didn’t see Laura or hear her stunned cry of surprise, as her ears were covered by Poppy’s thighs while she continued to impale the little girl’s sweet pussy with her stiffened tongue.

Jessica failed to hear her sister’s voice or Poppy calling out her aunt’s name, because her body had chosen that particular moment to go off in a real knee-trembler of an orgasm, a hoarse cry of rapture breaking from Jess as she came.

It was the first full vaginal penetration she’d had since that steamy post-party evening with Rachel, who’d taken Jess with the same strap-on cock that Alice was currently sporting. Using it to fuck me, Jess told herself. My own daughter. My God, this is the wildest thing I’ve ever done.

When her mum cried out in ecstasy, Alice raised her head to see her little sister climb off Auntie Rachel’s face, wearing a panicked expression. Then, in her peripheral vision, she saw the three girls on the other sofa scrambling to disentangle from one another, snatching at sofa cushions and pillows to cover themselves, staring at something behind her.

Uh-oh, Alice thought — but before she could look back over her shoulder, Mum said, “Fuck, Alice, that was bloody amazing…“ Alice saw Rachel sit up with a surprised look on her face — like the others, staring in the direction of the door.

Heart pounding — and not just from exertion — the twelve-year-old slowly looked around.

“I’m sure it was, sis.”

Jess snapped her head around at the familiar voice, mouth going slack at the sight of her younger sister Laura, arms folded, standing in the doorway.

What the fuck…? Jessica could only stare. Laura was supposed to be on a magazine assignment in Eastern Europe, investigating swingers’ parties or something equally sordid.

A small, agonizing eternity later, Jessica managed to summon up the ability to speak. “Laura, what — what are you doing here?”

Laura gazed evenly at her older sibling. “Well, at the moment, I’m watching my big sister being fucked by my underage niece in the middle of a lesbian orgy with her children, her best friend and her best friend’s daughters. Am I summing this up correctly?”

“I — I can explain.” But can I? she wondered.

“Oh, this I’ve got to hear. I think I’ve just found my next big story. I can see the headline now, ‘Lesbian Incest Ring Discovered in Leafy Suburbia.’ I might even get a documentary out of it.”

“What? No, you can’t. For God’s sake, Laura — let’s discuss this like adults.”

Laura slowly shook her head. “I’m finding it difficult to have an adult conversation with my sister while she has a latex cock buried in her vagina. Especially when that particular latex cock is fastened around her twelve-year-old daughter’s waist.”

Jess turned to look behind her, almost surprised at the sight. “Alice, can you…”

Alice looked down as though only just noticing what she was up to, and began to extricate the fake cock from her mother, causing an involuntary and quite inappropriate moan from Jess, and undisguised wide-eyed amazement from Laura at the phallus her niece was sporting — which was ridiculously large in comparison with the young girl’s build.

Alice turned to face her aunt. Normally, she would rush to hug her, but realised that might not be such a good idea at present. Instead she simply said, “Hello, Aunt Laura,” without a trace of fear in her voice.

“Hello, Alice. It seems as if some, er, rather significant changes have taken place in this house since I’ve been away.”

“Yeah… I guess they have,” Alice said with a small nod.

Jess was relieved that Alice had refrained from making some clever remark, but the fact that she stood facing Laura without covering her nudity or trying to hide the contraption between her legs… well, that didn’t exactly help things.

Laura turned to the two women who were now grabbing for their clothes — gazing evenly at Rachel, whose figure she’d always envied; and sometimes looked upon with desire. “Oh, where are my manners? Hello, Rachel, nice to… see you again.” Her eyes travelled up and down the woman’s voluptuous body.

“Hello, Laura. Jess, do you want me and the girls to leave?”

Jessica considered the question for only a second. “No, we’re together now, and we’ll face this together.”

Rachel felt a surge of love, mixed with fear about what might happen next, but Jessica’s words were enough to stiffen her resolve.

Jessica turned to the girls who, except for Alice, were nestled together on the opposite sofa, concealing their nudity as best they could. “Girls, I think you’d better go upstairs while we talk.”

As Bella, Katie, Cindy and Poppy all scrambled to gather their clothes while still trying to cover themselves, Jess turned to Alice, who had also bent to pick up her discarded garments — presenting her backside to Aunt Laura, who couldn’t help but glance down, then quickly averted her eyes, checking that no one had seen her looking. Did Alice do that deliberately? she wondered.

Looking down at the now somewhat obscene apparatus dangling from her daughter’s hips, still glistening with her wetness, Jessica said, “Alice, I think you’d better leave that here, don’t you?” In her mind, Jess had a fleeting image of Alice using it on her girlfriend Bella.

“Ooops! Um, okay, Mum.” The teen began to fumble with the harness.

“Let me, sweetheart.” Zipping up her dress, Rachel moved to where Alice stood and squatted down to unbuckle the straps, then padded over to deposit the toy on the coffee table, resisting an impulse to take it in her mouth for a taste of Jessica’s cunt.

Barely able to meet her sister’s even gaze, Jess turned to her lover. “Rach, can you please get the girls sorted upstairs? I’ll make us some tea.”

Rachel glanced at Laura, who was looking at her in a funny kind of way, before she ushered the five girls towards the door, all of whom briefly looked at Laura before scooting out of the room. They all hastened up the stairs, except for Alice, who seemed reluctant to leave.

Once upstairs, Alice urged the other girls into her room. “Let’s all hang out in here, okay?”

“Listen,” Rachel said, “You girls need to stay put for the time being.”

“Are we in trouble, Mum?” Bella asked.

“Honey, I’m sure everything will be okay. Now just stay here.”

Rachel gently closed the door, standing for a moment to catch her breath, wondering if her optimism was completely misguided. With a sigh, she made her way downstairs.

The girls all sat on the bed, still trying to dress — except for Alice, who decided to remain naked. Bella’s new confidence had evaporated, and she now reverted to her timid, worried self. “What is she going to do, Ali? Will she report our mums to the police?”

“What? No, I’m sure she wouldn’t do anything like that. She loves us and wouldn’t do anything to get Mum in trouble… or break us up. I’m sure everything will be okay, once our mums explain.”

Bella didn’t reply, but a look of doubt was evident on her face, and the younger girls shared that look. Alice reached out to take Bella’s hand, then extended her other arm to gather their siblings together for a group hug. The girls moved into a silent circle of comfort, interrupted only by the smallest voice asking, “Are we in trouble, Ali?”

Alice shrugged, not really sure if she believed what she’d told the others. She was sorely tempted to creep along the landing to try and hear what was being said downstairs, but thought it best to remain with her sisters.

Downstairs, Jess had gone into the kitchen, followed by her sister. Laura paused at the door to look back on the remains of the interrupted orgy, noticing two pairs of discarded panties lying on the floor by one of the sofas and the latex prick her niece had used on Jess lying among the everyday items on the coffee table. Turning away, she made her way into the kitchen, where her sister was busy getting the teacups, milk and sugar ready while the kettle heated.

Laura seated herself on one of the high stools just as Rachel entered. The shapely brunette moved round the central island counter to help Jess, her high heels clicking on the tiled floor. When the kettle was hot, Jess poured the steaming water into a china teapot, her eyes averted from her sister’s gaze as Laura glanced from one woman to the other; no one speaking. After less than a minute, too soon for the tea to have properly steeped, Jess poured the amber liquid into the china cups.

It was Laura who finally broke the silence. “So… how long has this been going on?”

Jess took a deep breath and began. “Only a few weeks… Rachel and me, that is. The only person I’ve told is my assistant Caterina, and we’re both officially coming out to our employees on Monday. We planned to tell you, mum and Aunt Adele when the three of you were back.”

Laura’s face showed no hint of what she was thinking. “Including the little matter of having sex with your underage children…?”

Jess shook her head. “I mean about me and Rachel being together. I hadn’t actually thought about the rest, other than knowing we had to keep it a secret. I suppose I pushed it aside and hoped no one would ever find out.” She gave a shaky laugh. “Guess that didn’t work out very well.”

“How did it start, then?”

Jess took a sip of tea, then a deep breath. “You know, it’s been three years now since Mark left. I’ve hardly had a date since then, and the few men I did go out with were a complete waste of time. Well, a few weeks ago, Rachel and I were talking about my nonexistent love life, and we decided to have a girly night in — you know, a chick-flick and wine. Only the movie Rachel brought was, er… well, it was a porno DVD, but one that only featured women. With other women.”

Laura studied Rachel, feeling certain that she’d been the one who had turned her straitlaced sister. There’s no way Jess suddenly started watching lesbo porn and having sex with women. Not without encouragement.

“Anyway, one thing led to another, and we started making out. Just heavy kissing, nothing more than that. What I didn’t know at the time was that Alice saw us kissing… and later that night she watched me as I was, well, touching myself, watching Rachel’s DVD. She was peeking through my bedroom door.”

“Did you catch her at it?”

Jess shook her head. “No… she kept quiet — and at that moment, I only had eyes for the TV screen. That DVD had me hotter than a bloody pistol. I think that’s when I really began to wonder if I might be gay. The next day, Alice asked me flat-out if I was, and said that she’d seen me kiss Rachel. I told her that… that I wasn’t sure.

“So the next evening, Alice came into my room, wearing nothing but an old shirt; one of her father’s. She said that she’d been having thoughts about girls herself. Then… well, to make a long story short, she told me that if I wanted to have sex with her, she was willing.”

“She didn’t.” Laura breathed.

Rachel said, “I believe those are the exact two words I used when Jess told me about that.”

“I suppose Alice felt that she’d gone too far with that,” Jessica said. “She got very unhappy with herself, and tried to pretend the whole thing was a silly joke. I didn’t think it was right for her to feel so ashamed, so I… I told her the truth — that I’d had those kinds of thoughts about her, too.”

“Did you, then? Christ almighty.” Laura shook her head in disbelief. “How did Alice respond to that?”

“Surprised,” Jess said, “but she got over that right away. “In fact, Alice asked me if I would kiss her. Really kiss her.”

Laura seemed dazed by this revelation. “What — what did you do?”

“Oh, I said no, of course, but she was so… well, you know how headstrong Alice can be. I think she gets it from you. I’m not blaming her in any way, absolutely not. It’s entirely my fault, I should have been firmer and given her a definite no, I realize that. It’s just that honestly, she did put forth a compelling case, and in the end, I… I thought it would be better to give her what she wanted than have her kissing some spotty boy who only cared about getting into her knicks.”

“Wait, wait,” Laura protested. “Much as I admire your good intentions, are you telling me that you had no desire to kiss Alice? You weren’t tempted by your daughter, not even a little?”

Jessica made a face, looking at the floor. “Oh, hell…” She sighed heavily, then said, “You always could see right through me, couldn’t you, baby sister? You’re right, of course — I didn’t want to feel that way, but… yeah, I was aroused by her.” She raised her head, forcing herself to make eye contact with Laura. “In fact, the morning after Rachel and I first kissed, I went into Alice’s room to wake her up — and when I pulled the covers down, she was… completely naked underneath. I couldn’t help myself; I had to look. My God, she was lovely…” She paused, then added, “I suppose it didn’t help that one of the scenes on that lesbian DVD of Rachel’s was about a mother making love to her daughter. Seeing that… well, I couldn’t keep myself from thinking about, about being with Alice that way. I’m not saying I wanted to have sex with her, just that the idea popped into my head.”

Laura slowly nodded. “So when she asked you to kiss her…?”

“I was shocked at first, what mother wouldn’t have been? But damn it all… Alice had that old shirt fastened so low that I kept getting glimpses of her breasts, and it got obvious very quickly that she wasn’t wearing knickers. This, mind you, while she was telling me about looking at other girls in the shower after gym and getting turned on.

“Then she got behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, then I felt her lips touching my neck… and I don’t know how it happened, but we were kissing like lovers. Oh, Laura, I can’t begin to tell you how sweet, how beautiful, how good it was!” She hesitated, then simply came out with it. “I couldn’t say no to Alice, to what she wanted. We made love, and it was incredible.”

“I see,” said Laura.

Jess waited for her sister to say more, then shrugged and resumed the story. “About a week later, Rachel and I had real sex for the first time… and the night after that, I slept with Alice again.”

She decided to leave out the matter of Alice catching her with Sally and that later dalliance with her young blonde employee, thinking it might not be the best time to throw that at her sister.

Laura’s face still gave nothing away as she looked up at her sister. “I’m really happy you have someone, Jess, and the fact it’s a woman is obviously fine by me. Hell, I can even see why you might teach Alice about kissing; I used to practice with my friends and fancied some of their mums. But how do you go from that to having sex with all your daughters… and Rachel’s girls?” She shifted her gaze to Rachel. “Guess I ought to be asking you the same question.”

Jess thought for a moment. “To be really honest, I don’t really know for sure. I suppose that we ended up talking ourselves into the idea.”

“Well, it was something I’d already been thinking about,” Rachel said. “Bella was asking me questions about masturbation, I decided to show her how, and we ended up doing it together.” She shrugged. “For a few weeks afterward, I kept thinking about how I wanted to show her more.”

Jessica picked up the thread of the story. “I ended up telling Rachel about what I’d done with Alice, we discussed it, and somehow we came to the conclusion that it sort of made sense that mums should teach their daughters about sex, even sex between girls… then we asked ourselves, why shouldn’t we take a hands-on approach to it?”

Before Laura could counter with a pointed reply, Jessica quickly continued. “Mind you, I didn’t make a definite decision to get Katie or Poppy involved.”

“Well, I thought she should,” Rachel said. “The night I made love to my Bella for the first time, Cindy caught us naked and in bed together. I decided to be honest with her about what we’d done… and do you know, the very first thing she asked me was if I would teach her about sex, too!” Reaching out for Jessica’s hand, she took it in hers. “I didn’t think that Jess should exclude any of her girls from the chance to experience love.”

“Well, in my case, it was Alice who really made it happen,” Jessica said. “See, I had to go to a meeting one evening and left her in charge.” She paused. “When I got home, I caught Alice having sex with Katie. I already knew she liked girls, but I thought that when she experimented, it would be with a friend of hers, like Bella.

“Well, it was quite a scene… poor Katie was terrified! I made sure she hadn’t been forced into anything, then sat her down and told her about me and Rachel. That calmed her down — but of course, Alice couldn’t leave things at that. I still suspect that she set the whole scene up, hoping for me to catch them. Next thing I know, she’s making out with Katie right in front of me. I watched them, and it was beautiful and… well, I had to join in.” She glanced at Rachel, who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“So how did Poppy get involved?” demanded Laura. “You decided that you might as well complete the set?”

Jess looked hurt. “That’s not fair, damn it. I never intended any of this to happen, it wasn’t planned. I was lonely, things just got out of hand. I gave in. If you’d seen them that night, you would have done the same, I promise you. Why, the morning after, Alice and Katie crept into my room and made love to me again. Look, apart from one sleepover when I was twelve, I’d never even kissed a female until a few weeks ago!”

Now irked, she pointed an accusing finger at her younger sibling. “Listen, Laura… you may know what it’s like to have sex with women, but you can’t even begin to understand what I’ve been going through. First admitting to myself I might be gay, then finding out I’m in love with my best friend, then letting my twelve-year-old daughter convince me that I needed to have sex with her, and her little sisters!”

Realising that her tone had grown harsh, Jessica took a breath to steady herself, then spoke more softly. “So tonight, we got together to talk to our daughters about Rachel and me and our two families becoming one. Ask the girls tomorrow; they’ll confirm everything I’ve said. Sure, most people would say that we were bloody awful mothers… but I’m finding it harder and harder to give a toss what they think.”

“She’s right, Laura,” Rachel said. “I know that society thinks it’s a crime, but sharing pleasure with my daughters was the most wonderful experience. It’s made us closer than ever.”

“It did,” Jess agreed. “I know that we have to keep what we do secret, and I’m reconciled to that… but by Christ, I refuse to feel ashamed of what I’ve got with my children.”

Laura sat silently for what seemed an age, finally saying, “I… I need to think about this. I’ve been travelling all day and I’m positively knackered.”

“Are you going to tell Social Services on us? Or the police?” asked Jess, tensing slightly as she waited for her sister’s response.

Laura made a dismissive gesture. “Of course not! Listen, whatever has gone on, you’re still my sister, and I love you and the girls. Right now, though, this is all too much for me to absorb. I need to sleep on it.”

“The spare room is free. I’ll get you some bedding.” Jess quietly said, then left the room, heading upstairs.

When she was out of earshot, Rachel spoke up again. “Listen, Laura, Jess and I are in love… and I love her girls as much as if they were my own. Neither of us would do anything to hurt them. Alice and Bella have been experimenting with each other for some time, longer than me and Jess. I suspected something was going on but while my daughter is… was, very shy, Alice knew she liked girls. And once Jessica and I had made love to them, I believed that we should get their younger sisters involved.

“We’re determined to protect the girls, and made damn certain that they understand what we’re doing isn’t to be discussed outside the family. But they are willing participants, all of them, and happy about it. Please think carefully about this. I know Jess wouldn’t want to fall out with you, so if you say we must stop being intimate with our daughters, we will… but Jess and I are still going to be lovers, and Bella and Alice probably will, too. I’d even go as far as to say that the other three will feel left out if we can’t make love to them anymore. In fact, they’ll likely look elsewhere for sex, and who knows where that may lead. All I’m asking is that you trust us.”

Laura rubbed her face with both hands; partly from exhaustion, partly confusion. “This is all too much for me right now. Give me time to think. I promise not to hit you guys with any ultimatums just yet. Okay?”

Just then, Jess returned. “Your room is ready, the one at the end of the landing. There are clean towels in the big bathroom if you want a shower.” She looked from Laura to Rachel, who shrugged to indicate she had no idea what else to do or say.

Slowly rising to her feet, Jessica’s sister got up and tottered into the hall to pick up a small bag. Looking back at the two women, she said, “We’ll talk more about this in the morning,” and mounted the stairs.

Jess and Rachel exchanged a glance, then drifted together in a hug. As they broke apart, Rachel asked, “What do you think she’ll do? She’s your sister… and apparently gay as well, which came as something as a surprise. I can’t believe you never told me about that!”

“Bisexual, actually, but she’s always preferred women. Honestly, Rach, I don’t know how this will play out. I’m sure she won’t tell the authorities, but she might force us to stop with the girls… or even tell my mother.”

“I suppose there’s nothing we can do about it now. Let’s go to bed, and face the music in the morning.“

Jess cupped Rachel’s face in her hands and gently kissed her. “You’re right. We’ll talk to the girls first, though. They’re probably worried sick.”

She briefly considered washing up the cups and teapot, but settled for a quick rinse and placing everything in the sink. A bit of washing up left over is nothing, compared to what we might be confronted with tomorrow.

She turned off the lights, made sure the front door was locked, then both women went upstairs.

Rachel pointed to Alice’s door, and they quietly opened it and slipped inside. Glancing back toward the spare room, Jess heard the shower running. Good, we won’t be interrupted.

The girls were all still in the same room, and looked up apprensively when their mothers entered.

Alice spoke first. “What did Aunt Laura say?”

Both women sat on the crowded bed, their respective daughters quickly snuggling in close. “Not a lot, really,” Jess said. “She’s not going to tell the authorities about us, but apart from that, I’m not sure. I put her up in the guest room. We’re going to talk in the morning.” She sighed. “I guess she might want to talk to you girls, to make sure we haven’t forced you into anything.”

Katie spoke up. “Don’t worry, Mum, we’ll tell her it’s okay… and that we wanted to do stuff with you. And with Auntie Rachel, too.”

Smiling lovingly at the girl, Jess reached out to pat her daughter’s knee.

“What about you two,” Rachel asked, an arm wrapped around each of her daughters. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I guess,” Cindy piped up.

But Bella had a worried look etched on her face. “But… but what if she does tell someone?”

“Honey, I’m sure she won’t. She’s been with women too, so it’s not like she is shocked at that. It’s just the part about mums and daughters making love that she’s struggling with.”

“Aunt Laura’s a lesbian?” Katie exclaimed, then turned to her sister. “Did you know that, Ali?”

Alice nodded. “Yeah, she told me a long time ago, when I asked her why she never has boyfriends. Then, a few months ago, I told her I might like girls.”

Now Jess was the one looking surprised. “You spoke to Laura about being gay? Why didn’t you come to me? For that matter, why didn’t she tell me about you?”

“Um, cause I asked her not to. Sorry, Mum. I didn’t know if you’d be mad or not.”

A look of concern crossed Jessica’s face. “You haven’t… done anything with her, have you?”

Alice was quick to respond. “No, Mum. She just explained why she liked women more than men. She said that maybe I could be gay, but I had to make my own mind up about that. And she gave me a hug when we were done talking, but that was all.”

“Okay,” Jess replied. Now, girls, I think it’s time for all of us to turn in for the evening. And by that, I mean go to sleep… no hanky-panky. I don’t want Laura to get awakened by the sound of girls having sex.” She glanced around at the others, thinking about the sleeping arrangements for the night. Bella, you can sleep with Alice, we’ll put Cindy with Katie. Poppy, you can bunk down with me and Rachel.”

Katie jumped in. “Oh, Mum, let Poppy share with me and Cindy, there’s tons of room! I promise we’ll be good.”

Jess studied her youngest, then slowly nodded. “Fine, but keep the noise down and don’t stay up for very long. Now come on, all of you — get ready for bed.”

Everyone rose and dispersed — Jess heading to Katie’s room through the bathroom, followed by the three youngest, while Bella and Alice remained behind to straighten the bedsheets before they turned in. Only Rachel remained where she was, calling out, “Aren’t you forgetting something, girls?”

Katie, Cindy and Poppy realised as one what she meant, and promptly came back to kiss Rachel goodnight before returning to Katie’s room.

Jess fought her desire as she watched the girls quickly undress, then crawl naked beneath the duvet, with Poppy sandwiched between the older girls. She bent down to give each one a goodnight kiss — only not her usual peck on the forehead, as Katie pulled her mother down to join their mouths and tongues for a brief French snog, which was copied by her little sister Poppy, then Cindy, who smiled and said, “Night-night, Mum,” which made Jessica very happy.

The others giggled and echoed, “Night-night, Mum.”.

“Goodnight, girls.” said Jess. “I love you all.” She exited through the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind.

As Jessica returned to Alice’s room, she was greeted by the sight of Rachel bent over the bed, the short dress riding up over her shapely bum and exposing her stocking tops. Another inch and I’ll see her minge, she thought with a smile.

Rachel was exchanging a lustful kiss with Alice. Gently breaking away, she lovingly touched the tip of the girl’s nose, then moved to the other side of the bed to where Bella lay. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” she whispered, then mother and daughter came together in an ardent kiss of their own. Jess felt a spark of sexual heat flare within her as she watched their tongues flick back and forth.

Moving to the opposite side of the bed, she leaned down to kiss Alice first, losing herself in the softness of her daughter’s sweet mouth, then stepped around the bed to where Rachel’s child waited. Their lips and tongues met and mingled, then she caressed Bella’s cheek. “You know, what with our unexpected visitor, I never got the chance to thank you for how beautifully you made love to me, Bella. I’m looking forward to being with you again… when I’ll get the chance to lick you!”

Bella beamed with delight, happy that she had pleased Alice’s mum, realising that she’d developed a bit of a crush on the lovely redhead.

The two women looked at each other across the bed, exchanging contented smiles. Despite the uncertainty of the morning to come, the evening had truly merged the two families into one. Whispering “Goodnight,” to the girls, Rachel and Jess departed from the room.

Once the door had closed, Alice and Bella turned to face each other.

“Do you really think it will be okay with your aunt?” Bella asked. “Now that we’re proper girlfriends, I don’t want to stop. And I want to keep doing stuff with my mum and sister — and yours, too.”

Alice snuggled closer to Bella, wrapping an arm round her. “I’m not very worried, no. Auntie Laura is really cool. She’s always treated me like a grown-up — a bit like a big sister, really. I think she was just surprised by what we were doing.” She paused to mull things over. “Y’know, maybe she won’t be so weirded out by us making love with our mums, not once she’s had time to think about it.”

“Well, she is gay, right?” said Bella. “Who knows, maybe we could make her want to join us!”

“Why not? I mean, where else is she gonna find a whole bunch of girls that like having loads of sex, who are as totally hot as us?”

“Ooh, yeah! Do — do you really think that could happen?”

Alice pondered the question. “Y’know, Auntie Laura got an awfully good look at all of us while we were naked and doing sex. Sure, she was shocked, but now she’s gonna be thinking a lot about what she saw… and I bet it makes her totally hot!” Seizing Bella around the waist, she rolled onto her back, pulling the squealing teen on top. “In fact,” Alice continued, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Auntie Laura wanks herself silly before she goes to sleep.”

“Hmmm… wanna sneak down the hall and see?”

Alice thought about that, then shook her head. ‘Better not. She’d be mad if she caught us… and Mum would blow a gasket! Anyhow,” she added, wriggling deliciously against her nude lover, “I’m way too comfy here with you.”

Bella giggled, the warmth and softness of Alice’s body pushing her concerns aside.

They began to swap tender kisses, hands gently exploring bare skin. Although her mum had more or less ordered them not to make love, for once Alice was content to simply cuddle.

***

Over In Katie’s room, the three younger girls giggled quietly under the duvet, delighted with their new sleeping arrangements. They took turns giving playful little kisses to each other and toying with nipples, but as they started to become aroused, the giggling stopped and the breathing deepened.

Before they could make the move into full-on sex, Katie said, “Y’know, I think we should talk to my Auntie Laura in the morning, and tell her that our mums didn’t make us do anything with them… ‘cos I bet that’s what she’s afraid of. Then, we’ll tell her how we want to be one big family, and do lots of stuff like we did tonight.”

Cindy considered Katie’s suggestion, then asked, “Do you think we can get her not to tell anyone?”

A distant expression appeared on Katie’s face, as though she was trying to work out a tricky homework question. “Well, if we ask her the right way.”

“But, um… what is the right way?” said Poppy.

Katie suddenly grinned. “Hmmm… think I might’ve just figured that out.” She stretched herself, settling down in the blankets. “C’mon, let’s get to sleep. I’ll tell you in the morning.”

***

At the end of the hallway, Jess closed her bedroom door and leaned back against it, letting out a deep sigh. Rachel turned and sat on the bed, reaching down to slip off her shoes. Leaning back on her arms, she looked over at Jess. “Well, isn’t this turning into a night of surprises.”

Pushing away from the door, Jess walked over to the bed, stopping in front of Rachel. The brunette looked up at her lover, then laid back on the bed, taking hold of the zipper at the top of the dress and slowly drawing it down, as far as her hand could go. Jessica took over, tugging at the zipper until the dress was open and Rachel’s sex fully exposed.

Straightening up, Jess proceeded to casually unbutton her own dress, finally letting it drop to the floor. All the while Rachel watched, sliding a hand between her legs to trail two fingers up and down through the lust-slickened lips of her vagina.

Jess began to mirror Rachel’s actions while remaining on her feet. Before long, both women had brought themselves to gentle, almost silent climax, with only the in and out of their breathing to accompany their shared pleasure.

“Ahhhh… lovely. Christ, I needed that,” Rachel sighed, pausing to suck on her glistening fingers. She sat up for just long enough to shimmy out of her open dress, threw it on the floor, then relaxed into the sheets, slowly parting her thighs. “Well, don’t just stand there, woman. My door’s open — come in and stay for a while.”

Jess climbed onto the bed and knelt above her lover, then lowered her body until she was on top of Rachel, planting gentle kisses on the brunette’s mouth and neck.

They both tensed slightly as the bathroom door opened down the hall — then a couple of seconds later, the guest room door closed.

Jess looked at Rachel. “Much as I’d enjoy making love with you, I think we ought to get some sleep before we face Laura in the morning.”

Sitting up, Rachel swung her legs down to the floor, then began to roll down the hold-up stockings she wore. but was stopped by Jess, who touched her shoulder. “No, leave those on. I rather like how they feel against my skin.”

Jess turned to switch off the main light, and both women slipped under the covers. Rachel snuggled into Jessica’s arms, draping a nylon-clad leg over her shins. “This is nice,” she whispered. Our first night together as a proper couple.”

They briefly kissed, then closed their eyes. Sleep soon followed.

***

Laura had just dried herself after a quick shower and let her hair down, shaking it out before brushing it — thirty strokes on each side, as always. Shrugging out of the terrycloth bathrobe Jess had left for her, she  dropped it by the side of the bed within easy reach. She couldn’t be bothered to dig through her crammed suitcase for nightwear, so she slipped nude beneath the duvet.

Laura Clark was three years younger than her sister Jessica. She’d never given much thought to the idea of marriage and 2.4 children, much preferring the independence her job as a journalist provided. In truth, she’d discarded the idea of ever settling down with any man long ago. There had been a few men at certain junctures in her life, but far too often, her preference for strong, assertive guys ended up sabotaging relationships before they’d even begun. Inevitably, those kinds of men ended up becoming possessive or controlling.

For the last five-plus years, Laura had found herself sleeping exclusively with women, as she did back in her uni days. Women accepted these liaisons for what they were; mutual fun and satisfaction. But now, after several years of bed-hopping, she was giving serious thought to settling into something more long term.

Her job enabled her to travel all over the UK, America and Europe, but she sometimes managed to wangle assignments to more far-flung and exotic places in search of a story. Having cut her teeth in the everyday vanilla world of newspapers and magazines, one particular series of articles she wrote on high-ranking European officials claiming expenses for high class escorts sent her career on a different path. These days, Laura mostly sought out stories that delved into the bizarre world of sexual aberrations.

Lying on her back and staring up at the ceiling, Laura was finding it hard to sleep, despite her accumulated fatigue from the day’s travel. She struggled not to dwell on the situation she had stumbled into, the kinky activities her sister was indulging in with her own kids. Instead, she focused on the assignment she’d just finished, although that hardly took her mind off tonight’s unexpected welcome home.

She’d been gone nearly two months, travelling around Europe following the happening trend of lesbian sex parties. Swinger gatherings had been around for years, but more recently there was a rise in events catering to the high-profile rich and beautiful; those willing to fork out for expensive memberships, almost as a badge of status, to more upmarket events in exotic and expensive venues. The women who attended these parties all seemed to swing both ways, even if some of them started out as exclusively straight.

It seemed only logical that the next big thing would be women-only sex parties that catered to successful females. Not usually the rich or famous, but women with resources who were looking for something different and casual, or those who were too shy to date women in public.

From her interviews with the organisers, hostesses and members who were willing to talk, Laura learned that some of these women were married; some happily, some unfulfilled. Others didn’t have the time or the inclination for relationships with men, while some craved sexual satisfaction without the uncertainty of online dating. A growing number of these women were first-timers, women who had been with men all their lives and wanted something more. These parties were intended to be safe, discreet environments where secrets were kept, and the organisers took extraordinary measures to ensure that.

Laura recalled one particular event, held in a large walled mansion in an affluent area of Paris. She had to guarantee anonymity, and the photos and video footage she took had to be vetted to ensure that no identities were compromised. These would be edited later, with only a couple of pictures and brief video clips used as part of the storyline.

She had been watching from the corner of a large high-ceilinged room ringed with works of art and expensive furniture, dressed somewhat more glamorously than usual in order to blend in. All the attendees had been advised of her presence in advance, and were offered ornate masks to wear if they wished.

Laura noticed that one of the women kept glancing at her as she sat in a darkened corner with a glass of champagne; she didn’t appear to be one of the hostesses. The woman seemed to be in her forties but, she suspected, was actually somewhat older. Laura had often gravitated towards more mature women, and something about this one piqued her interest, not just because she was attractive and elegant.

It was pretty obvious that the woman was new to the sex party experience, judging by her reluctance to engage anyone, but it didn’t take long for a hostess to spot her and start a conversation. The woman was dressed in a shiny satin bottle-green dress, while the hostess had been wearing a little scarlet wrap-over number. Laura watched as the younger blonde hostess, clearly in her early twenties, flirted with the dark-haired newcomer, laughing and easing her towards others to bring her into the group activities, occasionally touching her arm, hand or back.

The attendees mingled in the soft lighting and danced to the sensuous beat of bossa nova, punctuated by occasional peals of laughter. It was the job of the hostesses, some of whom were soon stripped off to their elegant lingerie, to make the women feel special, but many of the more experienced guests liked to convert new members to the lifestyle, relishing the challenge. These “newbies” were often easy to spot, wandering around the mansion with an air of awe and uncertainty.

About an hour into the event, women began to pair up, with some couples electing to add a third or fourth participant. This often started with close dancing, bodies grinding together, hands roaming, kisses swapped. Gradually these couples or groups moved over to plush sofas that ringed the room, or disappeared to one of the many prepared bedrooms for more private pleasures.

Laura saw the blonde hostess whisper something to the woman, who nodded, then whispered back. As they drifted towards the door, both women glanced back at Laura and smiled, then exited the room. Intrigued, she slowly ambled to the doorway, just in time to see the pair slowly mounting a grand spiral staircase. As they reached the next floor, the women looked down at her, then went through an open door.

Hastily climbing the stairs, Laura paused outside the same door, her pulse racing. She had watched women fuck at these parties before, even witnessed her first lesbian orgy with more females than she could count at an especially wild bash in Holland. This time, she felt as if something else was about to happen — that for the first time, she was ready to participate.

Laura had managed to remain detached and aloof at the other all-woman parties she’d covered, difficult though it had been to maintain her journalistic veneer. It crossed her mind that it had been a long time since she’d had any sex, much less with a strange woman at a party. Now, she felt ready to let her hair down.

The door of the room was slightly ajar. Deciding to see where this took her, she nudged it further open and saw both women embracing by the bed. The young blonde was taking the lead, kissing the older woman and caressing her body. They turned as Laura took a cautious step into the room, and the younger one moved behind the older one, resting her chin on her new lover’s shoulder.

“Allo,” she said in a strong French accent. “My friend here, she hopes you will join us.”

Laura hadn’t responded at first; despite her arousal, she suddenly felt apprehensive about becoming part of the story she was covering — didn’t it fly in the face of her responsibility as a reporter? But Christ almighty, it’s been sodding ages since I’ve had it off…

Her mind was made up when the blonde reached round the mature woman to tug at the sash holding her dress together, kissing her neck and shoulder as the garment slipped down to pool on the thick carpet, revealing fancy lingerie that matched the woman’s dress and nude hold-up stockings. The young blonde raised one hand to cup the older woman’s breast, stroking the nipple through the bra while the other hand delved into the lacy panties, eliciting a moan from the woman, her legs buckling slightly.

Moving into the room, Laura closed the door behind her, the standard code for ‘private party – do not disturb’. The blonde reached out to Laura, who moved towards the pair, offering her hand to be taken and drawn in. The hostess guided her close to the older woman, pausing to pluck Laura’s glass away, placing it on the night table.

As Laura gazed into the woman’s hazel eyes, the blonde moved behind her, kissing her neck, then unzipping her dress to let it fall next to the other. Laura was glad she’d at least worn a bra and knickers that matched, even if they weren’t exactly Victoria’s Secret.

The older woman hesitated, not sure what to do at first, then grabbed Laura’s face, attempting to kiss her in a sudden move that made Laura start.

The woman stepped back. “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to do that. I’m… I’m a bit new at this.” Her accent was pure Sloane Ranger.

Regretting her startled reaction, Laura hastened to reassure the blushing woman. “It’s okay. I rather thought you might be.”

“Oh, you’re English, too.”

“Yes. Listen, I’m sorry for pulling away; it’s just that, well, it was a bit sudden. Let’s try again, shall we?” With that, Laura slowly brought her hands to the woman’s face in the same manner and pulled her in until their lips met. The woman allowed herself to be kissed at first, but gradually began to respond until they broke apart a minute later. The woman was breathing heavily, a wild look in her eyes. Laura suspected that at that instant, she herself looked much the same.

The blonde’s voice interrupted them. “I think you have known the pleasures of a woman’s body, oui?”

Laura and the woman turned to see that she had taken off her dress and now lay on the bed, leaning back against some cushions, nude but for a black corset that exposed her breasts, and sheer stockings held up  with garter straps.

“Um, yeah,” Laura replied. “I have.”.

The blonde gave her a sultry smile. “Perhaps then, you will help me to teach our new friend. She wishes to have love from a woman. You and me, we show her how to fuck.”

Setting aside her reason for being there, Laura gently guided the dazed newcomer over to the bed and into the welcoming arms of the hostess. She paused to undress down to her panties, then joined them.

What followed was a night of unbridled pleasure, the likes of which the mature woman had never known. Laura and the blonde had made love to her in every way imaginable — alternating positions, one at each end, both orally pleasuring her, then giving her the first taste of a woman. At some point, the hostess had produced two strap-ons of different sizes, which they used to fill both her holes, causing the woman to scream and thrash wildly, nearly throwing the lot of them onto the carpet when she came. Then they soothed her ravaged openings, the hostess going down on her while Laura tongued her anus.

After two hours of wild abandon, their strength finally gave out, and the three lovers slept in a warm tangle of arms and legs. In the morning, the woman produced a card and gave it to Laura, telling her, “Last night was marvelous… everything I’d imagined and more. If you are ever in London, be sure to call me.” Giving Laura a brief but ardent kiss, she said her goodbyes and left.

Remembering that time, visualising the three of them caught up in the heat of lust, Laura threw back the bedclothes and quietly masturbated. But as her pleasure swelled, the film in her head switched abruptly to the scene she’d interrupted a short while ago.

Upon opening the door, Laura had first seen three very young girls engaged in lovemaking, one of them her niece Katie. Before the shock of that had fully penetrated her consciousness, she saw her sister Jessica a few feet away, getting done from behind by her teen daughter Alice.

It wasn’t just the two of them, either. While Jess was getting fucked, she also was feasting on the cunt of her best friend, whose name Laura couldn’t summon up right then. But what stunned her most of all was the sight of her youngest niece, seven-year-old Poppy — stark naked, like all the others, and riding the mouth of Jessica’s mate. Rachel, that’s her name.

Out of the whole lewd scene, what etched itself most indelibly on Laura’s mind was the expression on Poppy’s face. The little girl’s eyes were closed, her mouth open, and she wore a look of ecstasy that could only be described as sexual — not at all what one expected to see from a child of seven. It was indescribably beautiful, yet obscene at the same time, Laura thought, and that was when Poppy opened her eyes, realized that her aunt was watching them and cried out in astonishment.

Before she could stop the scene from playing in her head, or at least switch it over to something less dangerous, Laura’s arousal overtook her free will and she went off in a frenzied orgasm. She quickly clapped her free hand over her mouth, attempting to muffle any sounds. Her pleasure crested, then slowly waned, and she finally allowed herself to relax.

As she got her breathing back under control, Laura listened, hoping for silence. Nothing. Good.

Turning onto her side, she closed her eyes, tiredness finally overcoming her. She did feel a twinge of concern at having gotten off in such a big way while picturing… that. What she’d seen her sister and Rachel doing with their kids.

There was something thrilling about it, Laura had to admit. In fact, the incest angle didn’t disturb her that much. Ever since recognising her own attraction to girls at the age of fifteen, she had indulged in the occasional fantasy of sex with her big sister — in fact, she had fingered herself to a climax while thinking about Jessica just a few weeks ago.

But making love to your children when they’re as young as hers… that’s going too far, damn it. She yawned. Oh, well, tomorrow’s another day. I’ll have it out with Jess then. 

Settling in, Laura soon drifted into slumber.

Outside the door, a figure crouched, alert and listening. Once the noise had subsided after the muffled sounds of a climax, she waited for another minute or two, then crept back down the hallway to her bedroom.

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Arizona Nights, Chapter 1

  • Posted on March 13, 2020 at 4:07 pm

 

by Pretty Pink Taco

Note from JetBoy: Pretty Pink Taco is an author that I hold in very high esteem, having nicked every one of her Leslita stories for inclusion in our Juicy Secrets archive. Now she’s back with a brand new story, and this time WE get first dibs on it. Truly, the fates have smiled upon us. Do enjoy.

***

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I’m serious, stupid. I’m not gonna get in trouble again because you lied to Mami last time.”

“I did it! God!”

“Then go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

“It’s only 9:30. Are you going out?” I asked from the couch.

“Yeah, and you better not fucking say shit to Mami about it. So sick of dealing with your dumb ass.”

“Your boyfriend is ugly!”

“Bye, bitch. Hope El Cucuy doesn’t get you.”

I’m Isabel and I’m ten years old. My sister, Adriana, is sixteen and she hates me. My mom, Gloria, works three jobs and my dad left us five years ago. I heard he’s back in Mexico. I’ve never been to Mexico, I grew up here in Arizona.

My mom works as a housekeeper at a nearby resort Monday through Thursdays, and cleans offices overnight Tuesday through Saturday. Sometimes when she covers for people on weekends, me and Adriana get to go to the resort and use the pool. Sometimes the workers who know my mom bring us fancy drinks and snacks, too.

Adriana used to play with me a lot back when I was in second grade, but she doesn’t anymore. Now, I’m in fifth grade and she’s in her room a lot — or out with her friends. Mami doesn’t know how much she goes out. They fight a lot when Mami is home. It’s quieter when I’m home alone. I used to be scared of El Cucuy when I was in fourth grade, but I’m not anymore.

On Sundays, we all go to church, but Adriana hasn’t been to church with us in a few months.  She and Mami fight about that, too.

I felt so sleepy that night as I watched TV. The room was completely dark except for the light of the television. My room was only down the hall. We lived in a small three bedroom ranch house. We didn’t even have a garage.

I woke up to a hard slap on my ear, so hard my ears were ringing.

“I told you to get to bed, it’s one in the morning! Go!” Adriana yelled, walking toward the kitchen and turning on the lights. She opened the door to the fridge. I must’ve fallen asleep.

“Ow! I really hate you!” I screamed at her, clutching the side of my face.

I stomped off to my room and slammed the door. How could she be so mean to me? I had no one else when Mami wasn’t around, and when Mami is there she’s always mad, too. I curled up in bed and cried myself to sleep.

I woke up when I felt someone getting into bed with me. It was Adriana. I opened my sleepy eyes and peered at the alarm clock on the dresser, it was 2:45 AM.

Growing up, my sister and I would get into each other’s beds when we couldn’t sleep. Mostly, I’d slip into Adriana’s bed when I was afraid — but I hadn’t done that since third grade.

Too tired to protest, I scooted over and made room for her. I turned on my side and she naturally cradled my body with hers. Sometimes when we’d fight, it’d be our way of apologizing without words. I remember a few times when she would press her hips against my butt while she was dreaming, but then she’d suddenly stop. She was probably having nightmares.

This time, Adriana wore short shorts and a tank top, and she smelled like she just got out of the shower. After a few minutes of her cuddling me, I could feel her pressing against my butt again. Her breathing was heavy, too.

This time it was different– for me. My body felt strange, but nice.  I started pushing back into her, slowly at first.

I could feel myself getting a little hot down between my legs. I’d been having that feeling more and more often lately. Especially when I’d watch movies where people kissed or when I’d see girls in bikinis or showing off their legs.

Feeling me push back against her drove Adriana crazy or something, because she turned me over and got on top of me. I was wearing sweatpants and a big pink t-shirt that used to be hers.

She wedged her leg between mine and rubbed herself against my thigh with a lot of pressure. Her hip landed between my legs on my privates, and I pushed up against her too, unsure of what we were even doing.

Adriana had long thick black hair, big, dark brown eyes, and full lips. She got called pretty or beautiful everywhere she went. She was also slender with big C-cup boobs that seemed to get bigger in the last year. I saw her boobs a lot when we were growing up but hadn’t seen them in a few years. They were now a few inches from my face in a white tank top as she continued to grind on me.

Her eyes were closed and her hair fell forward in front of her shoulders. Was she doing this in her sleep? Adriana hadn’t said a word, she just let out soft grunts and moans. She finally looked down at me and our eyes locked. She slowly laid her chest on mine and squeezed my leg between hers.

Her lips were parted and huffing and my heart raced uncontrollably. Her face got closer to mine and she pressed the tip of her nose on my nose, her forehead to my forehead. I wanted her to kiss me, but she didn’t.

After a few more minutes she suddenly stopped.

Did I do something? Did she hear something? Was Mami here?

She quickly got off me, jumped out of my bed and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

My heart was still pounding. I was so confused. I didn’t want her to stop, I wanted her to stay with me all night and rub up against my privates till morning. I slipped my hand inside my panties and they were all wet and sticky from something coming out of me. It felt kinda nice and slippery. I was too tired to think about it, so I just fell asleep.

***

The next morning I woke up to the smell of my mom’s eggs and chorizo.

“Hola, Mami,” I told her sleepily in the kitchen and clung to her side.

“Hola, mi amor. How did you sleep?”

“Okay.”

“Did you do your homework?”

“Yes.”

“Who washed the dishes last night?”

“Me.”

“What did your sister do?” she asked, placing a plate of eggs on the table in front of me. I shrugged.

Adriana’s door swung open, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She was all dressed and ready for school. She usually got a ride in the mornings from her boyfriend or one of her friends.

Mami started right in on her. “Adriana! Why are the clothes still stuffed in the dryer? Huh?! I’m supposed to go to work, pay all the bills and come back and do all the chores like I’m the maid?!”

“Alright, ma, I’ll do it later!” Adriana yelled back as she poured herself juice by the fridge.

“You think I want to come home and do this?!”

“Then don’t! Why is it always me? Isabel doesn’t do shit!”

“I washed the dishes last night,” I told her boldly.

Adriana finished her orange juice and set the glass into the sink with a loud thunk.

“I bet you want a fucking medal for that, too,” she jeered as she walked away and toward the door. She always mocked me ever since I won a medal last year for coming 2nd in the school  spelling bee.

“Vete ya, get out!” my mom shouted at her before the door slammed.

My mom sat beside me at the table with her plate of eggs, she looked as if she was about to cry. My sister’s plate was sitting on the counter.

“Mami, we’re having a book fair today,” I informed her, trying to cut the tension.

“Oh, yeah? Do you need money?” She got up immediately and went to her purse.

“No, it’s okay. I have money from my birthday still.”

“Really? How? Your birthday was 4 months ago.”

“I saved it.”

“You’re a sweet girl, Mija,” she said and placed a $20 bill on the table. “I’m going to shower and go to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then she left the room. I saw that Mami hadn’t touched her breakfast either.

***

When I got home after school no one was home, as usual.

I did my homework and later the dishes. After my favorite show ended on TV, I went into my sister’s room. It was really messy and the bed was undone. It smelled like nail polish and hair spray. I liked it. One corner of the wall had butterfly stickers we had both put up when I was 5.

I sat down at her white metal vanity and looked in the mirror. I wish I had a teenage room like hers, with a vanity. I took one of her lipsticks and put it on, pursing my lips like she would.

“Isabel!” It was my sister standing in the doorway. I quickly got up and stared at her, terrified. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“Nothing!”

“Get out! And quit touching my shit!”

I bolted toward the door and she shoved me as I passed her.

After being in my room for a good hour listening to music and dancing in front of the mirror, putting on a concert for my stuffed animals, I walked out and noticed my sister was still home. She was usually out by now.

I knocked on the door.

“What, Isa?!” she shouted from inside.

I opened the door slowly. She was folding the clothes from the dryer and the radio was on. She had on tiny yoga shorts and a tank top. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because her boobs bounced around freely. I didn’t realize I was staring.

“What?” she asked again.

“It’s Friday.”

“So?”

“Movie night.”

“Movie night? Are you serious? We haven’t done that in forever.”

“Are you going out or something?”

“No,” she responded. She had her long hair tied up in a high bun the way my mami did her own hair when she’d clean. She walked over to her bed, grabbed a pile of folded clothes and shoved it at my chest.

“You don’t want these anymore?”

“Nah, they don’t fit.”

“Thanks!” I smiled, looking down at the pile, eager to try everything on.

I rushed back to my room next door and went through the clothes. There were some tops, two pairs of shorts, a few sweaters, her old bikini, and a thong. I wondered if she meant for that to be in there.

The shorts were a bit too big but almost fit. Everything else was a little loose. I put on the bikini bottoms and they were a perfect fit. My little boobs barely fit the top, it just sat on my chest loosely.

I put the clothes that didn’t fit in a flat bin underneath my bed, still wearing the bikini.

“Nice butt,” my sister said from behind me as I was bent over. I quickly rose. “Oh my god, look at your little body in that!”

“Shut up,” I told her, knowing she was mocking me.

“Listen, we can watch a movie but then I gotta go.”

“Really?!” I ran up and wrapped my arms around her, my head rested on her chest. She put a hand on my head and stroked my hair.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch for the movie after she heated up some dinner Mami left us. I kept thinking about the previous night, wondering if she had thought about it at all.

After about 30 minutes, the doorbell rang.

“Who is that?” I asked, a little afraid.

“How should I know?” She got up from the couch and walked over to the door. I stared at the crease of her butt cheeks as she walked by in her shorts. I never used to before but I caught myself looking at Adriana that way a lot now.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, I couldn’t see who she was talking to.

“I wanted to see you,” it was her boyfriend, Javier, “What are you doing?” He was 19 or 20 or something. I just knew that he was older than her and out of high school for several years.

“Nothing, I’m with my sister,” she told him. Javier barged through the door past  her, almost as if to catch her lying.

“Oh, hey Isa,” he said to me.

“What are you doing? You can’t be in here,” she told him.

“Are you still mad at me?” he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer to him. My sister looked over at me and then at him.

“Stop,” she pushed him away.

“Adriana, come on, let’s go talk in my car,” he insisted. She looked at him and pursed her lips.

My sister went into her room and he followed her in there and shut the door. I hated him so much.

I ran up to the door and pressed my ear against it to listen.

“I just don’t want to,” she told him.

“But why not? Why are you such a fucking prude? I heard you let Victor hit it last year. Come on, you’re so beautiful, Adri,” he slithered. Low kissing sounds sprinkled throughout his words.

“Stop it, Javi. Get off me!” she shouted.

I immediately burst through the door to find him on top of her — their clothes were still on.

“What are you doing here?” Javi asked me.

“Isa, what is it? Get out!” she yelled at me.

“Mami called. She’s coming. She’s 5 minutes away,” I lied, panicked.

“Oh, shit!” Javi got off her and began to scramble to get his shoes on.

“Isa, get the fuck out!” Adriana yelled at me.

I walked out and slammed her bedroom door. I marched over to my room and slammed that door, too.

I could hear the front door open, close and the sound of Javier’s car driving away.

***

“Isa,” Adriana’s voice was in my ear a few hours later, waking me. I tried hard not to open my eyes.

I felt the chill of the covers taken off my body and then the warmth of her body climbing on top of mine. I was so excited for her to be back in my bed.

“Mmmm” She moved her body over mine in small waves with her hips. I could feel her breath on my cheek. She kissed me. She kissed me again. She turned my head by my chin and licked both of my lips.

The wetness between my legs began to form. I wanted her to kiss me, to feel her tongue on my tongue.

I stuck my tongue out a bit, touching her tongue as she licked. She stopped for a second and I opened my eyes. She lowered her face and plunged her tongue into my mouth.

I felt as if I’d pass out. I wanted more. I tongued her back, licking, sucking, prodding, kissing. She ground on me so hard it hurt, but I liked it. She ran her fingers over my shirt and stuck her hand under it, finding my little nipple. She twisted it roughly.

“Ow!” I flinched.

“Take your shirt off,” she said hurriedly. Without hesitation I began pulling my shirt up above my head, my sister helped remove it and kissed me as soon as I did. She pushed me back down and ran her hands over the small mounds of my breasts.

“Mmmm, when did you get these cute little titties?” she huffed before licking my nipples sloppily. Her tongue felt amazing, my privates tingled. I felt high, frozen, excited all at once. “You’re such a little slut, teasing me in that bikini.”

“I — I wasn’t,” I told her.

“Yeah, you were,” she whispered and kissed my lips again.

Were we having sex? Is this what sex was? This is what they show in the movies. She kissed my boobies again, squeezing and sucking on them really hard.

She sat up and pulled her shorts down her thighs to her knees.

“Here,” she said and grabbed my arm. She took my hand and stuffed it down her panties. Her privates felt warm and prickly like she had shaven recently. My fingers were limp, letting her do whatever she wanted with me. She guided my fingers along with hers into her slit. It was sticky and wet like mine.

“Oh my god!” she slid my fingers up and down herself. Her eyes rolled behind her head and she was breathing so hard over me a bit of drool came down her chin.

She finally collapsed on top of me– her head against my chest. She put her hand down my pants, over my panties and grabbed between my legs.

“You’re soaking wet,” she laughed. I was silent, unsure of what any of it meant.

She started to get out of my bed and back to her feet. “You’re such a little lesbo,” she said before leaving the room.

***

The following week, I felt like I was going crazy. I was obsessed with girl’s bodies, women’s bodies. I didn’t care for the girls my own age, some were pretty but teenage and women’s bodies were sexy. I looked at my mother differently, too. When she’d hug me it would turn hot and wet to feel my face pressed against her large breasts. I didn’t want her though, she was my mother — that was just too weird. But some of the ladies at church or teachers at school, I looked at them in a way I never had before.

Adriana hadn’t looked me in the eyes since that night. Mami was home that weekend and we spent most of the time cleaning and preparing meals for the week. We didn’t have much money so making big batches was cheaper, Mami said. I still had the $20 she had given me for the bookfair. I felt too bad to spend it, in case she needed it.

It was nearly 6 pm on a Tuesday when Adriana came home with her friend, Monica.

“Hi,” I said warmly from the couch, glad I wasn’t alone anymore.

Adriana looked in my direction but then completely ignored me as they went into her room and closed the door. When you walked into my house you were already in the living room. The bedrooms were to the right and the kitchen was attached to the living room but separated by a half-wall.

I felt a lump in my throat as I began to wonder why she hated me so much. I thought about that night at least 100 times. I thought about all of the things I’d do to her if she’d let me. I wondered what she looked like naked and how sucking on her boobies would feel like.

For the next few hours, all I heard was music and laughter coming from Adriana’s room.

The doorbell rang and Monica walked out of my sister’s room with sweats and a baggy t-shirt on to open the door. It was a delivery pizza.

“Yeah, thanks, man,” she said to the driver after handing him some cash. “You out here by yourself?” she asked me. I shrugged. “Do you like pepperoni?” she asked me and I nodded. “Then come on, a comer.”

I jumped up to my feet, thrilled to receive an invitation to eat pizza in my sister’s room.

“Get the fuck out!” my sister yelled as soon as I walked through the door.

“Hey! Be nice to your sister, fool,” Monica yelled at her.

I suddenly liked Monica. She didn’t seem like the brightest person. She was a year or two older than my sister. She had medium-length curly hair that was over-processed and died box-blonde with 2-inch black roots. She also wore a lot of makeup around her eyes and dark purplish-brown lipstick. She had big gold hoop earrings, real Chola style.

My sister was on the bed going through a magazine while Monica and I both sat on the floor. I watched as she opened the box with wide eyes. I was so hungry.

“Hey, give me a slice,” Adriana said, hovering over the bed.

“Fuck no, it’s just for me and Isabel,” she joked. I reached over and handed Adriana a slice. “Aww, look at her. She’s so sweet!”

“Thanks,” my sister said without looking at me.

It was fun being there; just observing, listening to them talk about boys and other people from school. The more I watched Monica, the more I noticed she behaved more like a guy than a girl. She talked like a guy and had confidence I had seen only in guys, but stronger.

She would check out my sister’s butt and boobies the same way I would. Monica and Adriana would argue a lot and call each other names. They also seemed to touch each other a lot: grab each other’s butts, slap on the leg, or touch each other’s hair. Sometimes they’d dance together in a sexy way, too.

“What about you, Isa?” Monica asked me.

I had no clue what they were talking about, I wasn’t paying attention.

“Huh?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Uh uh,” I shook my head.

“Isabel doesn’t like boys,” my sister said, applying lipstick at her vanity.

“Do you like girls like your sister?” Monica asked me. Girls like my sister did, or girls like my sister? Either way, the answer was yes.

“Hey! I like guys, too!” my sister interjected. I shrugged my shoulders.

“You’re real pretty, should have no issues getting all the girls you want,” Monica said to me, “You look just like my girl.”

“Who is your girl?” my sister asked her.

“You are my girl, fool,” Monica laughed and walked over to my sister.

“No, I’m not,” my sister responded with a coy smile. Monica leaned forward and planted a deep, long kiss on my sister’s lips. She put her hand between Adriana’s legs and rubbed very roughly. It was weird to see my sister dominated by someone else — she was the most dominant person in our house.

“You’re already wet. Look at you,” Monica teased her. “Isa, you want to see me eat your sister’s pussy?”

Oh my god, my heart was racing. Yes! Yes, I did!

“Oh my god!” my sister squealed in a fit of laughter, playfully pushing Monica away from her. “Isabel, go brush your teeth and go to bed.”

My heart sank. I got up slowly and left her room. I could hear the sounds of kissing, giggles, and moans for the next few hours before I went to sleep in my room, right next to hers.

***

I must’ve been really tired because when I opened my eyes, my sister was already licking my nipples. I loved her so much, I loved being this special to her. I loved that she was attracted to me enough to kiss and touch me. I loved that there was only us.

I stroked her hair gently as she did, her leg grinding into me. She sat up and took her shirt off, she had no bra underneath. I stared at her perfectly round boobies, they looked like two large grapefruits about to burst and her nipples were small, brown and hard. I reached up and touched her nipple with my finger. She grabbed my arm and pulled it toward her, making me grab her entire breast.

“Yeah, touch them,” she whispered. I sat up and cupped one in each hand, feeling her nipples and pushing down on them like small buttons. I felt as if I were in a dream. I had wanted this all week.

“Chupa,” she said. Chupa meant to suck, in Spanish. She leaned forward and shoved one of her titties in my mouth. My privates were tingling so much– I had to be wet. I sucked on them gently, running circles around her nipple. While I did, she took my hand and brought it inside her shorts and quickly guided my little finger between her slit. “Ooooh,” she moaned.

“I need more,” she groaned. She snapped my arm out impatiently and got off the bed. She slid her shorts off and walked over to my dresser. “This will be good,” she said. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about but on her way back she had a hairbrush in her hand.

She laid on her back and spread her legs wide open to show me her lacy, beige thong. She moved the fabric aside and revealed two plump lips with something poking out of her slit. She was making hard eye contact with me and it made me feel a little uneasy.

“Is Monica still here?” I asked her. She shook her head. “She had to go home?”

“Yeah,” she said as she began to rub herself with the hairbrush. My mouth dropped open, breathing through my nose couldn’t keep up with my heartbeat.

“Is she coming back tomorrow?”

“Fuck, Isa, I don’t know. Why are you asking so many fucking questions?!”

“Sorry,” I said shyly. I had never been more nervous in my life.

“Do you like it?” she asked me. I nodded. “I know you do, you little lesbo.” She took the brush and pressed it against her slit. I watched in amazement as it disappeared inside of her.

“That doesn’t hurt?” I asked, worried about her.

She laughed. “Here, you do it. Move it in and out of me like this,” she demonstrated. I leaned forward and sat up on my elbows, still in my sleep clothes. I was scared to hurt her. I grabbed the brush and moved it slowly.

“Faster,” she huffed and I tried to pick up the pace. My sister’s slit was moist and glistening, I could hear the brush squishing around. Her whole body was more perfect than I had imagined. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“No,” I said bashfully and she guided my hand to go even faster.

“Yeah, like that. Fuck my pussy,” she growled. Pussy? I had heard that word used all the time but not for privates. “God, you’re so cute. Take your top off, let me see your little titties.” I sat up and took my top off and held it near, a bit cold and embarrassed.

“Show me your ass now,” she said, pumping herself more violently. I stood up on the bed and pulled my pants down, my panties had ice cream cones on them. “Take those off, hurry up.”

I pulled down my panties, too — they were wet beyond belief. I turned around so that she could see my butt.

“Oh, fuck yes. Look at that big ass. Monica is obsessed with your ass.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s always talking about it.”

I felt so proud. I imagined when Monica would have even seen me from behind, and whether it was just today or if she had been looking at my butt for a while now.

“Thank you,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“Isa, come here,” she huffed, pumping her pussy harder and harder. “Sit on my lap.”

A smile escaped my face. I eased myself down onto her lap, facing her, as she sat up and my legs wrapped around her body. My wetness was pressed below her belly button and my butt sat on the prickly hairs of her pussy.

She trailed one hand down my chest and to my butt while the other moved the hairbrush in and out of her.

“You’re so pretty, Isa,” she told me and kissed my lips. I pressed my chest to her and wrapped my arms around her neck as she kissed me — deep wet kisses. “Touch my titty,” she whispered.

I grabbed one of her nipples and played with her whole breast with one hand while still hanging onto her neck and kissing her. Naturally, I rubbed my pussy on her stomach, it felt so good to have it touching on skin.

“Mmmm, yes! Fuck!” She moved more quickly, pressing her body against mine and squeezing my buttcheeks, pushing my body onto hers. I felt the pressure building like it never had before. I felt like I wanted to pee, but I was holding it in.

“Adri, tell me something,” I barely made out.

“What?”

“Tell me what we’re doing, please,” I begged her, unsure of what I wanted.

“You’re a little lesbian and you like sucking on your sister’s titties, you nasty little ho.”

“I do,” I said, looking up at her. She kissed me again.

“I’m fucking my pussy with your glitter hairbrush, getting it nasty. You’re rubbing your nastiness all down my stomach like a little slut.”

“Oh my god, something is happening,” I moaned, feeling like my privates would explode.

“Your little ho pussy is coming already? Fuck, that’s going to make me come, too.”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, my privates exploded all inside. I felt it everywhere in my body. I couldn’t hold onto her any longer and my body fell back and eyes rolled back in my head.

“Oh my god, look at that little pussy!” my sister shrieked as she pumped harder and then suddenly stopped. My legs were still wrapped around her. She collapsed forward onto me and laid her head on my chest.

This was the best day of my life.

“I love you,” I blurted out and immediately regretted it.

My sister started laughing, a little too much. “You’re so stupid,” she said before getting up and leaving my room.

On to Chapter Two!

 

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Kate and Lisa, Part One

  • Posted on March 9, 2020 at 3:02 pm

By Haley Statton

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in January 2004 }

Lisa sat quietly next to her mom as she thumbed through a magazine. The teen was a little nervous, never having been to a gynecologist before.

“You okay, honey?” Kate, her mother, asked placing a hand on her knee.

“I’m fine, Mom,” she replied, looking up from her reading.

Kate could see the concern on her daughter’s face. “Everything will be fine, sweetie. Dr. Mitchell is really great.”

Lisa managed a smile and nodded, glad her mother was with her. The two had always shared a strong relationship. She admired and envied her mom’s beauty and the certain confidence she exuded. Her mom would tell her how attractive she was, but the teen always felt self-conscious about her looks. In reality, she was growing into a beautiful woman. A fresh-faced girl of sixteen, she was now 5’5″ and had a sweet, slender figure.

Within a few minutes, the door across the sunlit office opened and a nurse in scrubs stepped out with a medical chart in her hand. “Lisa?” she called.

Lisa and her mother rose and followed her into the hall, passing open exam rooms. The nurse stopped before the last door and motioned them in.

“Go ahead and undress,” she said, handing Lisa a gown. “Then put this on, okay?”

“Okay,” Lisa said softly.

“The doctor will be in just a moment,” she finished with a smile and closed the door behind her.

Kate sat down on a chair as Lisa slipped her shoes from her feet. She had worn a pair of jeans and a tank top, which she tried to remove as quickly as she could. As the jeans fell to the floor, she stood in front of her mom in panties and her top. She felt a bit uncomfortable, but her mom just smiled sweetly.

Kate was always amazed to see what a gorgeous woman Lisa was becoming. The sight of her daughter’s beauty made her feel strangely light-headed.

“You’re really getting a great figure, honey,” she remarked.

“Yeah, right,” Lisa shot back. “I look like a boy,” indicating her small breasts.

“Oh… you do not,” her mother reassured.

“My body just looks… awkward,” Lisa sighed, gazing down at herself.

“It really doesn’t,” Kate protested. “You truly are beautiful, sweetie.”

It was nice to hear, but Lisa shrugged off her mom’s comments. Turning away, she slid her cotton panties off and wrapped the gown around her. Kate rose and stepped behind the girl. Brushing her shoulder length, blonde hair aside, Kate adeptly tied the thin straps of cloth at Lisa’s neck and then at her back. The flimsy gown draped off of the thin youth, barely covering her petite bottom.

Both women waited only a few moments more before the door opened and a young woman wearing a lab coat stepped in. Dr. Mitchell was about the same age as her mother, with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and glasses.

“Hi, Dr. Mitchell,” Kate stated, rising from her seat to shake hands.

“Hello Kate,” she greeted, smiling. “And Lisa, it’s nice to meet you,” extending her hand to the girl. Lisa responded accordingly.

After the introduction, the doctor glanced briefly at the chart and set it on the counter.

“Lisa, I know this is your first visit, so I want to make you as comfortable as possible, okay?” Lisa smiled and nodded as Dr. Mitchell continued. “Kate, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to speak with Lisa alone for her first visit.”

“Oh sure,” Kate replied, bending down to get her purse. “See you later, honey,” she said, exiting the room.

Dr. Mitchell moved a stool over next to Lisa and raised it so both would be at the same level. “So… how are you feeling?” the young doctor asked. “Have you been stressed out a lot?”

The teen was silent for a minute. “Maybe a little.”

“What stresses you out? Friends, classes, boys?”

“Sometimes friends, I guess.” Lisa hadn’t really thought about it reflectively before.

“What stresses you out about your friends?”

“Well, it seems like they’re always talking about guys and sex. A lot of them have started to act differently. I kind of feel like I’m not relating to them.”

Carol nodded in understanding. “Do you ever talk to your mom about it?”

“Yeah, she’s the only person I really can talk to about a lot of personal things. She said she went through the same stuff too. She’s really cool,” Lisa smiled, “No matter how I’m feeling about myself, she always tells me how beautiful she thinks I am.”

“That’s great,” Carol replied. “It sounds like you two get along really well. It’s good that you have someone like her.”

“Yeah,” Lisa smiled.

“So… have you ever had a pelvic exam before?” Carol asked. Lisa shook her head. “It’s a pretty quick procedure. You’re going to put your feet up here in these stirrups and I’m going to feel inside you with my fingers.” Lisa laid back against the table. “Oh, and you should feel free to ask me anything. Everything we talk about stays in this room.” Carol placed Lisa’s feet up into the metal stirrups above the table. She folded back the flap of gown covering her and exposed the girl’s vulva, then placed her hands on Lisa’s thighs.

“It’s okay, Lisa,” she murmured stroking the girl’s legs, “You don’t have to worry, there’s nothing to be frightened of. Just try to relax. If you’re relaxed, it will go much easier.”

Lisa took a deep breath. She did like Carol and wanted to feel comfortable with her.

Carol placed some KY jelly on her fingers, rubbing them together to warm them. She placed her hands along Lisa’s inner thigh and allowed her thumb to rest on the teen’s genitals. Her finger began to run lightly up and down along the barely emerging pink, inner labia. Surprisingly, Lisa noticed that Carol’s touch was not unpleasant at all. In fact, the woman’s fingers felt kind of nice.

Slowly, Carol’s fingers slid inside the young girl’s vagina. Lisa could feel her pressing around inside her body. “So, Lisa… do you masturbate?” the doctor asked.

Lisa was a little embarrassed to say, “Yeah, sometimes.”

“That’s good. So you know where your clitoris is, then?” she replied, feeling under the girl’s clitoral hood with her thumb, pressing gently.

“Uh huh,” she mumbled affirmatively. Lisa had her eyes closed and was taking deep breaths to relax. As the doctor felt her, she began to feel light-headed. Carol’s fingers on her clit were making her tingle deliciously.

“So… do orgasms always, um, come from the clitoris?” Lisa quietly asked.

“Some women can also receive a good deal of stimulation from direct vaginal contact too,” Carol replied. She placed her thumb in Lisa’s vagina, then slipped her forefinger down to her anus. “This may feel a little strange, but it will only be a second.” Carol slipped her finger past the tight rim of her anus and pressed in for a moment. Lisa took a sharp breath. She’d never had anything inside her behind and the sensation caught her off guard.

The young doctor heard the girl’s reaction. She carefully started to retract her finger. “Does that hurt a little bit?”

“It’s okay, I was just surprised,” Lisa laughed a little at herself. The doctor pressed in briefly again and Lisa’s eyes widened. She had never felt such a crazy sensation before… but something about it felt REALLY good. She didn’t know what to make of it. Surprising herself, she said, “I’ve heard that some women enjoy anal sex… but then some of my friends say that it’s gross.”

Carol withdrew her finger. “Yes, some women do like it. The anus is a very sensitive area, and some women find either oral or digital stimulation to be extremely pleasurable,” the doctor smiled as she removed her gloves and throwing them away.

“Oral? You mean licking?” Lisa tried not to appear shocked by the idea.

“Oh, yes. Some women like that as foreplay before sex or before anal penetration. It’s always important to relax when experimenting with your anus. You can try sometime when you are masturbating to see if you like it.”

“You mean… put a finger inside?”

“Sometimes it feels good to just run a lubricated finger around the rim. If you like it, you can try inserting your finger also.”

“I hope you don’t think this is weird of me asking, but do you like that?” Lisa wasn’t sure if it was inappropriate of her to ask such a question.

Carol turned from the counter and smiled at the teen, “No, I don’t think it’s weird,” she replied and laughed a little before answering. “I actually do like it quite a bit.”

“Have you had anal sex before?” Lisa asked.

“I’m actually a lesbian,” Carol replied. “So I’ve never done it with a man, but I have had anal sex from another woman.”

“Oh,” Lisa was taken aback. “I wouldn’t have thought,” she stammered. “I mean you’re so pretty–” She stopped, her face red. “I’m sorry, that was stupid.”

Carol laughed. “It’s okay Lisa, I don’t normally tell that to my patients. And thank you,” responding to the compliment. “You’re very pretty too.”

A silence filled the room for a few moments. The doctor sat back down in front of Lisa.

“I don’t usually feel pretty,” she finally answered back.

Carol smiled. “I was very much like you when I was your age. It may not mean much to you now, but in time you’ll start to see how others find you attractive too… and that will make you feel like maybe you’ve been a little hard on yourself.”

Carol reached out and lowered the teen’s legs from the stirrups. Her hands remained on the tops of her thighs as they rested against the table again. She stroked the girl’s soft skin. Lisa’s heart began to beat faster. Carol’s hands felt so good…

“We’re all done,” Carol grinned as Lisa looked up at her. “Just as I suspected, you look just fine.”

“Thanks, Carol.” Lisa smiled back and raised herself up to a sitting position. She felt at ease with the doctor now.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Lisa,” Carol stated, lifting her hands from the girl’s legs and rising to her feet. Lisa found herself transfixed by the older woman’s gaze. They stood silently for a moment, then embraced one another.

“You too,” Lisa whispered, her cheek against the doctor’s shoulder.

They broke their hug and stood awkwardly for another few seconds. “Okay, Lisa,” Carol said softly. “Feel free to call me if you have any questions, okay?” She gave Lisa a smile that made her feel lightheaded. “In fact, you can call me just to chat. I’d enjoy that.”

Lisa felt awkward all of a sudden and didn’t know what to do with her hands. “Okay,” she murmured, smiling shyly.

Carol patted her arm, picked up her chart and left the room. Lisa removed the gown and dressed in a bit of a daze. Once outside, she found her mother waiting in the main office.

“Well?” she asked, “Was everything all right? Did you like Dr. Mitchell?”

“Yeah, she’s really cool. I liked her a lot.”

“Good,” Kate responded, placing an arm around Lisa’s shoulders as they left the office.

Their car pulled up in the driveway. The two got out and ventured inside. Although it was only about 5 in the evening, the winter season meant it was nearly dark outside. Both women strolled up to their rooms and kicked off their shoes.

“I’m going to take a bath, honey,” Kate called from across the hall.

“Okay,” she called back.

“Do you want me to leave the water in the tub for you when I’m done?”

Lisa thought for a moment. “Sure.”

She thought about the visit with Carol. She was still thinking about her physician saying she was a lesbian. It was strange because if she’d known that before she went in, it probably would’ve made her uncomfortable… but somehow with the warmth she felt from Carol, she felt differently. She thought about what they’d talked about too… and how nice Carol’s touch had been… and how nice her eyes were.

Before long, she could hear her mom moving about in the bathroom. A few minutes later the door opened. Kate appeared at her daughter’s bedroom door.

“It’s all yours, honey,” she said, standing in her pale pastel robe.

Okay.” Lisa rose from her bed and walked into the bathroom, closed the door and undressed. Her mom had left a couple of lit candles next to the bathtub. Stepping into the warm water, Lisa sighed and lowered herself. It felt wonderful.

She washed herself all over with her mom’s scented soap. After rinsing, she sat back and relaxed for a moment… then slowly began to touch and caress her pussy. Lisa only masturbated occasionally, but all the talk about sex had left her feeling very aroused.

She ran her fingers across her labia, savoring the ripples of pleasure that flowed through her body. Sighing happily, she let her mind wander as she fondled herself.

Suddenly an image flashed into her mind: she was once again in Carol’s office, naked on the examining table, and a gently smiling Carol was touching her, fingers brushing her pussy, just the way Lisa liked to touch herself…

Shocked, Lisa quickly sat up in the tub, her eyes wide, startled at the turn her mind had unexpectedly taken. She had never fantasized about being touched by another woman before. The very idea seemed totally weird, yet… kind of interesting, too.

Slowly she lay back again, her hand drifting between her thighs once more. It’s just a harmless fantasy, she thought. What could it hurt to imagine…? She closed her eyes.

She pictured Carol, dressed as she had been earlier, standing next to the tub, gazing down at her, smiling, studying her body in the water. Then Carol removed her lab coat, dropping it to the floor, and reached for the top button of her shirt.

Lisa sighed pleasurably as she imagined Carol slowly undressing, eyes never leaving hers, pulling off her top and casting it aside. She wore no bra. Lisa felt herself growing more and more excited as she visualized the doctor’s bare breasts, heart pounding as the fantasy drew her in. She pictured Carol undoing the drawstring on her lab pants, tugging them and her panties to her feet and stepping out of them, then standing still for a moment, displaying her naked body to Lisa.

Lisa was fingering her pussy now, imagining Carol slowly climbing into the tub with her. She moaned softly, caressing her own breasts, pretending it was the beautiful young doctor who was touching her so intimately. Carol’s fingers were busy between Lisa’s legs as the young girl’s excitement grew.

Remembering what Carol had said about her anus, Lisa slid her other hand between her legs to her ass crack, lightly grazing the rim of her hole. She gasped as she slowly pushed her finger deep into her ass, imagining Carol doing it. The sensation was utterly incredible. Oh, God, she was so close… Lisa clearly saw the look of desire on Carol’s face as the older woman slowly leaned forward to kiss her, lips parting, eyes glazed…

That did it. Lisa shuddered violently as she exploded in the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her breath hissed through her gritted teeth as her busy fingers probed her openings, driving herself to peaks of pleasure she had never scaled. Finally she lay quietly, her body tingling sweetly from head to toe.

A moment later she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest, lost in thought. She had just masturbated, becoming more turned on than she could ever remember, while fantasizing about another woman!

Lisa was surprised… yet at the same time it explained so much. Why she had never been interested in boys like her friends were. Why she never had sexy fantasies about guys. She had always just assumed that she was simply not ready to think about that kind of thing… but now Lisa realized that she might actually like girls more.

Wow… I’m a lesbian? Bisexual, at least, she thought. Strangely enough, the notion didn’t even bother her. It just seems so… right, she told herself. So now what?

On to Part Two!

 

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Rowing Lesson

  • Posted on March 5, 2020 at 5:18 pm

By JetBoy

I am the younger of two daughters. My big sister Marie is three years older than me and was always the wild one of the family. Our parents divorced when I was ten. Mum went off to live in Australia, so dad brought me up through my adolescence. He ran a small chandlery and died when I was twenty. Marie wanted to sell the business, but I bought her half and have run it ever since.

I said that Marie was the wild one, but what I had not known was that she would prove to be an utter fool as well. She was arrested in Malaya a year ago in possession of a kilo of heroin, and was lucky to escape with life imprisonment. Before leaving England, she had left her daughter Melody in my care.

Melody had been born when Marie was 17. My sister never knew who the father was. Whoever he had been, he had left her with the most wonderful deep coppery hair that spilled onto her shoulders. She was 4′ 8″ at the time of my story, with a slight but developing figure. She was normally a very happy girl, bubbly and very self-confident. These qualities had been put to a huge test during that year.

It had been terrible for Melody. Here she was, a ten year old girl who had suddenly lost her mother. I planned to take care of her as well as I possibly could — far better than my sister ever had, at least — but my niece was still very sad and confused.

So there I was, a year after the arrest, a successful businesswoman, sitting on the river teaching Melody to row to help her forget her problems. To be honest, I needed the relaxation as well — the entire year had been a nightmare, and I’d had no time for myself in a while. In fact, my love life had been sadly lacking for at least six months. I’m a lesbian who had just ended a two-year relationship, and very much wanted to get back onto the circuit. Melody, at this point, knew nothing about my sexuality.

Melody and I had gone down to the dock and stepped into the boat. I sat Melody between my legs to show her how to hold the oars. We pushed off and began to make the first few strokes with my hands over hers. I felt the tight muscles of her buttocks flex and relax, and I could smell the freshness of her hair. She was not rowing well, being much too tense, but she insisted on carrying on. I didn’t stop her, it felt so nice to be so close to her and I wasn’t paying close attention to what my body was telling me.

“Are you okay sitting like this?” I said.

“Fine, Auntie Di,” she said softly, but with a catch in her voice.

“Right, remember to turn the blades, don’t let them slide — that’s it.”

She didn’t answer but concentrated on her stroke, “That’s wonderful, Mel,” I encouraged, “now pull into Treneth Creek… we can beach there.”

She rowed for a few minutes. “I’m not going to see Mum again, am I?” she asked suddenly.

“Sure you will, love. I can get us out there at least a couple of times a year and then in a few years the Malays will let her come back to England to spend the rest of her sentence,” I told her, speaking with more confidence than I felt.

“No, I mean she won’t be there as a mum,” she said as she pulled angrily, almost missing her stroke, “You’re wonderful, but you’re not my mum. She went off and left you with a stupid little girl when you could be a — a millionaire or something,” She was almost weeping now.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I said, “you’re not stupid and you’re not a little girl, I told you that a couple of months ago. I love you. I’ve got a friend in you, and a sort of daughter and soon a teenager — all without having to have a child myself. For me it’s wonderful, having you around. C’mon, let me beach us and we can have a proper talk about this.” I reached out to cover her hands and help her pull.

“I can do it!” she said angrily and, without warning, pulled hard on the oars.

“Careful, love!” I began, and we hit the beach. Mel was not expecting it and missed her next stroke so that she flipped back into me. I fell into the bow and Melody landed on top of me.

“I can’t do anything right!” she said and began to cry.

Suddenly I found my arms full of a weeping ten-year-old. I hugged her and stroked her hair. Huge racking sobs shook her little body as I murmured softly. One of my hands ran down her flank to cradle her soft bottom and caress her denim-covered thigh. I suddenly noticed how nice she felt in my arms. I kissed her forehead, whispering endearments to Melody while she calmed herself.

“I’ll have to be your mum,” I promised.

“I don’t want you to be,” she said, ” I want you to be my lovely, beautiful Auntie Diane.” Then she eased herself up my body and kissed my mouth.

It was at that very moment that I became aware of what my body was doing. There was a delicious tension in my stomach, my nipples felt hard and brushed almost painfully against my clothes. My breasts sensed every breath we both took, and I was sure that I was wet between my legs. A flash of desire hit me so hard that I almost tried to kiss her like a lover. I wanted to feel her mouth open to my tongue, but she snuggled back down so that my nose was filled with the intoxicating smell of her hair, leaving me trembling with shock.

It was a dilemma; I knew that prolonging this contact was wrong because I now knew that I desired my niece sexually. On the other hand, if I thrust her away from me, I knew that she would feel rejected and abandoned. I continued to hold her close, telling myself it was the long months of celibacy that made me feel like this… and that I just needed to drive to the dyke bar and pick up a hot chick for a night of fucking.

I knew, even as I told myself this, that it was a lie.

After what seemed like an age we rowed back to the landing, tied up and drove back to our house. I was in turmoil. I knew what I felt was wrong, but I also knew that I desperately wanted some relief for the desire that Melody made me feel. Without a thought, my hand had strayed over to her side of the car and was touching her leg. I only realised what I was doing when Mel said, “That feels nice, Auntie.”

Back at the house Mel ran upstairs to the bathroom. Downstairs I poured myself a stiff drink and told myself to forget the incestuous fantasy I had drifted into. I went and sat down, flicking on the television. I don’t even remember what the program was because, as I sipped my drink, I caught myself imagining my niece upstairs sitting with her knickers round her ankles… and my hand caressed my breast through my top. The toilet flushed, and guiltily I pulled my hand away and took a pull at my drink.

The next few days were hell. The desire I felt did not lessen, as I’d hoped it might, for I found myself constantly studying the sweet, lively child. When we touched, I savoured the silk feel of her. When she went to bed she would start talking to me… and I would sit on the edge of her bed, wanting to take her in my arms but contenting myself with stroking her cheek. When I slept, strange dreams disturbed my sleep and I would wake wet and wanting her.

Masturbating didn’t ease the tension, either — I would begin the fantasy with thoughts of grown women, but each time I would end with thoughts of Melody. The whole time I was terrified that I might become unable to restrain my desire, and ruin things between us… or that she would be taken away from me.

The next fine day, we went rowing again. This time I sat in the stern, telling Mel that she could row on her own. There was no way I was going to risk her lovely body moving between my legs again. Instead I found that I watched her legs flexing and her shorts pulling tightly into the sweet junction of her thighs. I wondered whether it rubbed her the way I so wanted to.

We rested in midstream tying the painter to a vacant mooring buoy.

“Auntie?” Melody began.

“Yes, love?”

“Could you come up and help me row, like you did last time? Please?”

“Why, Mel? You’re doing fine.”

“It was a lot nicer when you were sitting behind me,” she murmured as she hung her head, her hair draping round her face, then she glanced back up at me. “It made me feel sorta nice and… tingly.”

“I don’t understand, Melody. Tingly?” As I repeated the girl’s words, my mouth was dry. If this conversation went the way I thought, I knew the temptation would be too great to resist.

“Yeah, I can’t describe it. It was sorta like I was hungry and full — at the same time — and warm. It was like…” she stopped suddenly.

“Like what, love?”

“It’s a bit,” she was breathing raggedly, obviously uncertain, “It’s a bit, you know. I don’t like to say. You might be angry.”

“I won’t be angry, love.” I waited, every sense alert, looking at her blushing face.

“You remember when the social workers spent that day talking to me?” I nodded and she continued, “Well, one of them asked me if you had ever touched me, um, in–inappro…”

“Inappropriately?” I said softly, my heart pounding.

“Yeah, that’s it. Well, I didn’t know what she meant, so she said she wanted to know if you had ever touched me on, uh, on my bottom, or between my legs — like, inside my knickers — or on my chest… and I said no, you hadn’t. But I kept thinking about what she said… and when I came home that night I kinda… I, um, tried touching myself where she said and it felt really good. That’s the first time I felt all tingly like that… and, I don’t know, I started thinking about what it would be like if you did touch me there…”

My head was spinning, and I was so excited I could scarcely breathe. Still, I struggled to maintain a calm exterior as she spoke on.

“That night I had a funny dream. I can’t remember exactly what it was but I know you were in it, and we were all warm and snuggly together, and it felt really nice… and then I woke up and I was very wet, uh, down there. Then when I tried to dry myself it was hard because I was so — so –” and her brow furrowed as she hunted for the word.

“Sensitive?” I ventured.

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed with a nod. “So… I’ve been thinking a lot about these feelings of mine, lately. Just trying to figure them out.”

“Do you think that you want me to touch you like the social worker said?” I said softly, carefully moving up the skiff to sit alongside her.

“I don’t know, really,” Melody pondered. “I get confused. It seems such a nice idea but the way those people talked, it seemed like I shouldn’t want you to. I just keep thinking about it, though.”

While she spoke I placed my hand on her thigh and moved up into the leg of her shorts a little. She took a sudden breath, “That does feel nice.”

“Mel,” I said, lightly stroking her thigh, “I understand what you are feeling, but this isn’t the right place to talk about it. So let’s row back to the dock and we’ll go home and have a long chat about this. Is that okay?” She nodded. “Right. Now come and sit here between my legs,” I said, already feeling myself surrender to my taboo desires, “and we’ll row back together.”

That journey was a very special one. I felt lightheaded at the possibility of an afternoon of lovemaking with my desirable niece, of teaching her the sweet pleasures that two girls could share. I could tell that she was excited too, even if she didn’t fully understand why.

Every few strokes we would pause and I would whisper encouragement to her, letting my lips brush her ear. There was a sudden intake of breath when I did it the first time, then she turned her head and smiled eagerly. Once we rested the oars and I let my hand drop to Melody’s thigh, then stroked upward and let it rest on her mound. My fingers pressed into her slightly, and she gasped and looked around, her eyes wide.

“Oh,” she breathed, “What are you doing? That feels so good…”

“Let’s get home and you can find out.”

Back on dry land, we went to the car. Before we got in I kissed her gently and held her at arm’s length letting my eyes take a picture of her virginal beauty. I was thrilled to note a hint of moisture at the crotch of her light khaki shorts.

I opened the car door and helped Melody in, like a groom might support a new bride. Sliding behind the driver’s seat, I unfastened the buttons of my jeans.

“I love you, Melody,” I whispered. “Do you trust me?” She nodded, “You feel how wet you are down there right now?” She nodded again. “Right, now give me your hand and I’ll show you something,” I lifted her hand, placing it on my lower tummy.

“Slip your hand into my panties,” I instructed, and she did. God, it felt so good! I put my hand on top of hers and pressed her fingers onto my dripping pussy. It took all my self-control not to have her bring me off there and then.

“You’re wet too!” she said, her eyes wide.

“That’s right, love… being with you has made me like that,” I drew her hand out, and could see the glistening of my cunt on her fingertips. I could smell myself and — my God, I could smell her, too! I watched as she rubbed her fingers and thumb together.

“It — it’s all sticky.”

“That’s right,” Melody held her fingers beneath her nose and inhaled deeply. “What does it smell like to you?” I asked her.

“It’s like…” she searched to find a word for something far outside her experience. “Sorta like that expensive scent you sometimes wear.”

“Musk is the word, honey… a lot of scents use that,” I breathed, my heart throbbing. “See what it tastes like.”

Her tongue touched her fingers, then her brow furrowed as she tasted me. Her eyes grew large and a faint rosy flush appeared on her cheeks. “It’s strange,” she whispered at last, but… I like it.”

I glanced around. There was no one else in the car park so I leaned across and kissed her sweet lips, letting my tongue brush them. I could faintly taste myself on her mouth. I wanted more, but forced myself to wait until we were in the comfort and privacy of home. Reluctantly I buttoned my jeans up, then stroked the back of my hand down her face. “I love you, Mel.”

“Oh, Auntie… I love you too,” she sighed… and I don’t think her eyes left my face for the whole journey back, even though I drove fast and hard to get us home as quickly as I could.

The front door slammed behind us and I turned to take Melody into my arms, “Do you know how lovers kiss in the movies?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“We’re going to kiss like that now, angel. Just let me show you how, then you can copy me if you like,” I murmured, my eyes burning into hers.

I pulled her to me — one hand behind her back, the other under her tight bottom. Her arms wound around my waist. We looked in each other’s eyes for a moment. Her eyes closed and gently I touched her lips with mine, first nibbling at, then licking them. Her lips parted and my tongue entered. Shyly at first, Melody began to respond to me. I sucked gently at her tongue, drawing it into my mouth. Her hug tightened and she forced her body against mine, I could feel the heat of her sex through her clothes.

As our mouths parted, her breaths came in short little gasps, “Oh, Aunt Di. What – what – what is happening to me? I feel s-so strange.”

“But it’s not a bad strange. All you’ve got to do is trust me. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, oh yes, Aunt Di.”

“Then let’s go into the bedroom,” I told her.

She unwrapped herself from my body and we walked into that room hand in hand. The afternoon sun streamed through the window. I closed the door, then pulled my blouse from my jeans. She stopped and turned. The light shone in her hair, and her top showed the silhouette of her thin body.

“Darling,” I knelt before her, my hands on her waist, “you know I love you so much, and I want to love you even more than an aunt is supposed to love her niece… but if anyone, anyone at all, finds out about us, they will take you away from me. Do you still want me to go on?” She nodded, but I insisted, “You have to say it.”

“Yes, go on, please. I’ll never tell anyone — ever!” she gulped, “It’s just that I’m a little scared. What’s going to happen?”

“It is a little scary, angel… but it feels so good. What we are going to do is make love. Do you want me to do that? To love you?” My hands were under the T-shirt stroking her tummy and back.

Her eyes were wide. “Y-yes,” she whispered.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Yes, love me. Please!” she begged.

“And will you make love to me if I show you how?”

“Yes,” she gasped as her eyes closed.

I began to unbutton her shorts, sliding them down her legs and off. I raised her t-shirt, and she lifted her arms to help me. It was clear that her body was on the verge of changing. Her nipples were no longer flat against her chest; her breasts were just barely beginning to grow in. I began to mouth her beautiful buds, my hands caressing her neck, her back, her thighs, her bottom.

As I sucked her nipples. they crinkled and stiffened in my mouth. Birdlike cries escaped her throat, and I lifted my head to fasten on those sweet lips in a hot, passionate kiss. I freed her hair from the clips that held it back while I tasted her mouth again.

My thumbs slipped under the waistband of her knickers and pushed the flimsy patterned material down. Then I held her away from me so I could savor her nakedness. I had never seen anything so beautiful, desirable and erotic. Her hair cascaded down her back, fanning out slightly so that it showed around her waist and clung slightly to her hips. Those hips, though not yet a woman’s, were like her breasts, showing a slight roundness. Her knickers, halfway down her legs, held her thighs together so that I could only glimpse the very top of her vulva. Those nipples I had so recently feasted upon were still erect. Her little white ankle socks and sandals completed the picture. She was the perfect vision of a child, just a few short years from becoming a woman.

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” she begged, and my mouth found hers again. I nearly swooned when Melody’s tongue slipped between my lips and she kissed me as passionately as I had her.

I pulled her panties clear of her legs with one hand, feeling how damp they were. Finally, I stood and tugged my jeans down my legs; then my panties. I quickly undid my shirt and let it fall to the floor, followed by my bra.

Her lips were parted, her breath excited as she stared at me. “Oh, Aunt Di,” she whispered, you are so beautiful…!”

Smiling, I gave her a quick, flashing kiss, then led her, unresisting, to my bed. I sat against the headboard and, as if we were rowing again, settled her between my legs. Her ass, still a little bony, pressed against me, transmitting every movement of her hips to my pussy. My mouth nibbled at her neck, her cheeks, her ears… my hands explored her body.

Between kisses I spoke, “You’ll feel strange, but don’t be frightened, I won’t let anything bad happen to you… that’s right, love, relax for me… you’re so adorable, so desirable… ”

My hands found her dewy slit, and I felt wonderingly at its softness. With one finger I traced the length of it, loving the way it was already gaping slightly to my touch. Near the top a small bump showed me that her clitoris was ready. She writhed as I explored her, pressing into my pussy with her ass. I was getting hot, getting off on my gorgeous little girl. She writhed in my lap as I slipped my forefinger inside her, feeling the sleek wetness of her girlish vagina.

Little cries escaped from her. “Oh, oh, oh. Mmmm, oh, Aunt Di, ooooh!”

Melody twisted her upper half around to face me, and we kissed again as my thumb pushed back on her clit. I brushed the exposed nubbin of flesh and took her left nipple in my free hand, lightly pinching it. Her body suddenly stilled, filled with the most exquisite tension. Our mouths parted and I could see her face.

She was breathing in little gasps and her eyes were wide, unfocused. A scarlet flush filled her face, neck and upper body. She tried to hold back what was coming, but could not stem the flood of sensations that raced through her as I played her like a fish on a line. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she threw her head back as it began.

“Nnnnnnnnnnn, Ahhh, Oh, oh God, oh Aunt DI, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,” then the pitch of her voice rose, then she cried out, “Ahh, UH, UH, UH AHHHH!”

Her body convulsed, arching upwards before crashing back against mine. My hand was wet with her first orgasm. With all my strength I held the contorting body against me, letting her thrashing bring me off. Her ass ground hard against my cunt –and suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, Melody! Oh, oh! I love you, baby. Ooooh, AHHHH!” I cried, as my own orgasm took me.

We collapsed sideways on the couch. I was quivering with the intensity of what had just happened between me and my niece. Melody twitched with the sweet aftershocks of her climax. I whispered her name again and again, telling her how incredible she had been, how wonderful she made me feel, how much I loved her.

Recovering a little, I drew her limp body into my arms. Her head fell to my breast and I brought my nipple to her mouth. Like a baby she began to nurse, mouthing and licking at my sensitive flesh. Her hand rose and touched the other breast, fondling it as she sucked my nipple. Her loving attentions nearly drove me over the edge again right then and there.

“Oh, Melody, darling, sweetheart, baby,” I sighed happily, “you’re so good to me, we’re going to be so happy together. You make me do such wonderful things. Do you want to find out more wonderful things we can do? Do you want to be my little lover?”

She looked up at me and nodded. Her hand never left my breast. I gazed back at the girl, giddy at the thought of the delights we would share. My desire was already reawakening, and I wanted to make love to her again… I wanted to taste her pussy.

“Honey,” I murmured, “lie down. I want to show you something else we can do — something awfully nice…”

Melody rolled over on her back, her eyes wide with anticipation, already eager for more pleasures. I kissed her lovingly, my tongue gently teasing her lips, and she grabbed my face and returned my kiss with a frantic passion. My excitement soared even higher… it was as if she was born to make love.

Our lips parting moistly, I kissed her chin, then my mouth journeyed down this young girl’s exquisite body… nuzzling the hollow of her throat… trailing my tongue down to a pert nipple, then taking it into my mouth. She moaned, cradling my head to her childish breasts. I kissed her other nipple, then continued down.

The softness of her tummy delighted me. I adorned her there with soft kisses that slowly became wet and open-mouthed. I placed a hand on her inner thigh, and she trembled to my touch. Her belly button was so adorable; my tongue probed it playfully as she giggled. My descent down her body continued, past the line that the waistband of her knickers had lightly imprinted onto her skin… and then, I was lying between her thighs, her pussy inches from my face.

Her bare slit was a vision of beauty. It’s a cliche, I suppose, to compare the vagina to a flower… but that was the first thought I had at the sight of Melody’s pussy. It glistened with wetness, and the smell of her was intoxicating. God, I needed to taste her.

My face dipped down, and my tongue emerged to lightly brush her sticky labia. Her shaking hands touched my head, and I heard her softly moan “Oh…” I licked her up and down for a minute or so, then took her into my mouth and began to eat her out for real.

Melody went wild. She gasped, she panted, her body trembled from head to toe. “Oh, Aunt Di,” she cried, “I love you!”

She tasted incredible. My tongue probed and rolled inside her slit, fucking her like a tiny cock, as her nails bit into my scalp. My hands firmly gripped her hips as I ate her. I couldn’t believe how wet her pussy was… Melody’s essence was coating my face, dripping from my chin, oozing down the crack of her ass — and the thought of that suddenly made me want to introduce Melody to another new pleasure.

Raising my face from my niece’s cunt, I placed my sticky hands on the backs of her thighs and raised her knees to her chest. “Hold your legs up, baby,” I said hoarsely, and she did, opening herself wider for me, revealing the dark pink cleft of her asshole. My tongue flicked between her soft cheeks, then I began to lick her there.

A low, keening sound issued from Melody’s mouth as I pleasured her anus… a sound that slowly grew in intensity as I reached for her pussy and began to brush her clit with my finger.

Her response was immediate. She cried out loud, her body shuddering frantically as she came once more. I continued to lick at the crack of my niece’s ass, feeling the wetness of her little-girl pussy coat my fingers as I brought her off. Finally I raised my face from between her cheeks and gazed happily at my sweet Melody, flushed a lovely pink from the pleasures she had just enjoyed with her aunt… her aunt, now her lover.

I crawled into Melody’s arms, and she eagerly received me, her mouth seeking mine. I hadn’t known if she would be willing to kiss me after I had licked her asshole… but she not only kissed me, she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her hands claimed my breasts, and I nearly swooned. God, this girl was a firecracker!

Frantic with excitement, she broke our kiss. “Aunt Di,” she panted, “I want to do that to you. I want to lick you down there.”

I smiled. “Okay, honey.” Another quick but extremely passionate kiss, and I rolled over on my back, parting my thighs for her. She knelt between my legs, eyes flashing. “Oh, Melody?” Her gaze jerked from staring at my pussy to my face. “I don’t think you need to call me ‘Aunt Di’ when we are together like this. When we are in bed, you and I are lovers… so here you can call me Diane.”

Her eyes grew wide “Wow,” she breathed, “You mean that — that I’m like your girlfriend?”

I caressed her cheek with my fingertips. “That’s right.”

Melody grinned. “Okay… Diane.” Her eyes dropped to gaze at my glistening slit. I took hold of my legs and brought them back until my thighs touched my breasts, opening myself wide for my niece. I closed my eyes, heart thumping in anticipation… only to moan ecstatically as Melody’s mouth brushed lightly against my cunt.

I writhed as she teased me mercilessly for a long while… only nuzzling me gently, denying me the hot and heavy cunnilingus I so badly craved. I whimpered, “Melody… oh, please…” only to cry hoarsely, frantically clutching the sheets as she took a long slow lick from the base of my pussy up to my clitoris… then plunged her face into my cunt and began eating me for real.

My niece was clearly inexperienced, but she made up for that with sheer enthusiasm. Her hot, sucking mouth was everywhere on my pussy. My breath hissed through gritted teeth as this ten-year-old girl pleasured my throbbing cunt.

Then Melody’s wicked tongue traveled down to my ass crack, and I gasped as she began to lick my anal cleft, just as I had hers. Her hand sought out my pussy… and I was so keyed up by then that I exploded in a raging climax the second her hand brushed against my clit.

I’d never come like that before. It was like being enveloped in a cloud of incandescent light, tongues of heat flicking at every inch of my body. I screamed, then blacked out for a moment.

Just a few seconds, though, because I came to just in time to feel Melody squirming into my arms, firmly planting her mouth on mine. We kissed warmly, then lay entwined for a long, contented while, finally dozing off together. We awoke a few hours later, and our sweet, sexy games began anew.

We pleasured one another several more times that night. When dawn broke, Melody and I knew we were in love.

The End

Note from JetBoy: This is my adaptation and expansion of a short story by an anonymous author that I found years ago at the Nifty Archive, entitled “Rowing.” I enjoyed the original, but longed for more of it, and ended up writing that part myself. In the process, I fleshed out the rest of the story, making considerable changes — enough, I believe, to justify putting my own name on the thing. My heartfelt thanks and gratitude to that original author, whoever you are.

 

 

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