Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

My daughter and I didn’t talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around, and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile with her, but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal.

I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn’t continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful, but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away.

But of course, it wasn’t the last time. Piper continued to text me desperate pleas, and when they failed she used her erotic self again, trying to seduce me. Wall by wall, layer by layer, she succeeded. My conscience wanted to protect, Julie but my heart and body were unwilling to let Piper go.

After a week, I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall, in a department store as if we were a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected clothing at random, then made our way to the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall, our restraint deserted us. Her mouth attacked mine, then kissed my neck and chest before she flipped me around, reached under my dress and tugged my panties down. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to stifle my groans as I came in her face.

We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves: a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, a secluded spot in my car. These were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or much time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling, and it peeled another layer off my inner animal. In the throes of my orgasms, I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us. Strangely enough, that only got me hotter.

It heightened the feeling, but afterward, I knew that there was a larger, darker fantasy that was lurking in me. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down that rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me.

Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body, finally slipping into her pants.

When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror, but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image, but it was impossible, my daughter’s dark eyes haunted me.

***

Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, seated on the couch.

“Mom, I’m tired of being angry.” It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship.

“Oh, Julie, I’m so very, very sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Do you love her?” Julie’s demeanor was still cold, but at least there was communication between us.

I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes. “Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere, honestly, I’ve been dreadfully lonely for so long, and she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me happy.” I started crying — partly for shame, but also from anger that, for some fucked-up reason, I wasn’t allowed to be happy.

Her features softened. “I’m sorry, too, Mom. Guess I was scared of losing the two closest people in my life.”

I shook my head. “No, I would never do that to you, honey. You’re always my priority. I’ll never speak to Piper again if that’s what you want.” I’m not sure if that was a lie or not; I’d already tried once to break things off, but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find the strength to end things with Piper for good.

The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by. My heart was in my mouth, awaiting her response.

“No, I want you to be happy. If you and Piper are really in love, then you should be together. I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.” With that, she went to her room. There was no hug, the wound was still too fresh to completely heal, but it was a start.

Two days later, Julie came home, a smiling Piper in tow. The day before, Piper phoned to tell me that they were going to meet up to talk about things, and I’d been anxiously awaiting the outcome.

Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper.

“How did it go?” I hesitantly asked.

She kissed me on the cheek, then took me in her arms. “I think it’s going to be okay.”

***

Piper stayed with me that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows so as to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room.

The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normal, but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship. I was busy with work, and with little to do during the summer, they naturally fell back together. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could, and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least she would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort.

I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined, but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it, but there was a creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming no more than the sex we shared at the end of the night.

“Do you ever talk about me?” I asked her one evening in bed.

“Yeah… sometimes. She asks about things.” Piper was tipsy.

“Like what?”

“Well you know, stuff… like what we do.” She giggled.

“What? And you tell her?”

“Not everything… she was really weirded out at first, but I think she’s just curious, y’know?” The image of Julie interrupting us invaded my mind again, the fantasy of her watching us and how it had aroused me. I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it any further.

It was only a few days later when that fantasy confronted me again. I’d had dinner with an old friend who was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on, and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other. It was the same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents clearly written on Julie’s face. She blushed and excused herself to her room.

I glared at Piper, but she didn’t show any remorse. “What the fuck, Piper?” I was hurt.

“Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it.” She stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off.

“What about us? Damn it, Piper, what are you playing at?”

“It was her idea, I swear. I was just talking about you and me and… she said it was turning her on.” A sheepish smile crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous.

My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of unwanted thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house.

I didn’t know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper’s voice, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing turned me on, that I wished I’d caught them doing more.

An image popped into my head: Piper and Julie on the sofa, naked and making passionate love. Was I appalled by that thought, or aroused by it? Right then, I wasn’t even sure… and that terrified me.

When I returned home, the house had assumed a foreboding aura. Like in a horror film, it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menace and danger… and at that point, I wasn’t exactly sure that the monster wasn’t me.

It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter my lover and my daughter together again. But no, Piper was alone, crying.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you, I’m such an idiot, I just thought… I don’t know, I just want to excite you. Please, I’m so sorry.” My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy.

I hugged Piper tightly before taking her upstairs, where we quickly stripped naked. The sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me.

“I want to hear you moan,” Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened.

I gave in and released the cries that I’d had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak.

Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie’s room, her door was slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminated the hallway. At first, I thought she might be sobbing, but as I approached my gut knew that those noises were of a sexual nature.

Against my better judgment, I peered into Julie’s room to find my daughter naked and masturbating on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed, her face alight in ecstasy.

I felt the heat rise to my face, but couldn’t ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still blessed with her father’s Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched for a moment too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear Julie climax with no attempt to mute herself; just as I had done minutes before.

When I returned to my room, Julie’s door was shut. I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was asleep and I was left alone with my troubling thoughts.

I was still wet, and even though I told myself it was from the sex with Piper, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away, but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open at night, not since she’d been a child.

The following few days were spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal, but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper, I wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened, but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself sometimes when in their company.

Then the blackout came.

It was early August when the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival, but not of its intensity. I heard the rumbling in the distance and took a quick shower before the lightning arrived. I’d just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. Fumbling for my robe, I shrugged into it and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there.

“Girls, I’m going to find a flashlight,” I called out. There was no response, but I knew Julie and Piper were in the house somewhere, I’d heard them arrive just before I stepped into the shower.

I slowly made my way down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps, taking my time to be careful. Outside, a crack of lightning signaled that the storm was nearing.

At the bottom of the stairs, I let the wall guide me into the living room, then headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my belly.

“Piper? Where’s Julie?”

“Shhh…” I sensed Piper kneeling in front of me. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness.

“No, Piper… what about–”

I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit.

I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little further apart, immediately turned on by the spontaneity of this moment. Piper accepted the invitation and drew my hips to her mouth, eagerly licking my cunt. God, it felt incredible.

Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something wasn’t quite right, that the feeling of Piper’s mouth was slightly different. That voice grew louder with every lick until a sudden stab of lightning illuminated the room.

There in the flash, Piper was seated on the couch, wide-eyed, a hand down in her shorts. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, the terrifying realization striking me as a clap of thunder shook the house.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I gasped, horrified. Reaching down to grasp Julie’s shoulders, I pulled her up, clutching her face in the dark. “No, Julie, honey… this can’t happen!”

Her hands slipped around my waist, touching my nude body under the robe.

“But I want to, Mom,” my daughter whispered. I tried to move her hands away, but then her warm, soft mouth placed a kiss on my neck.

“No, baby, this is… this is wrong.” There was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my belly, stroking just under my breasts.

Julie’s voice emerged from the dark. “Can’t you feel it, Mom?”

The question made me pause, I didn’t know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to Julie’s touch. I realized that my skin seemed to light up wherever she touched me. I was trembling from head to toe; the spot where she’d kissed my neck was tingling.

Somehow, I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity.

“No… we shouldn’t,” I whimpered, already feeling helpless to resist. Fear and panic still remained, but the raw pleasure I felt was drowning out the qualms of my conscience. I tried to push Julie’s hands away, but I was weak and she persisted, running a finger down my neck to set off more unimaginable sensations.

Her lips brushed my ear. “I love you, Mom… and I need this so much.”

“I want this, too…” Piper murmured. She had crept up behind me. Her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck, then tugged the bathrobe over my shoulders. I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing that if it fell my life would never be the same.

Lightning struck again, imprinting a vision of Julie in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful, luscious, desirable. My guts tightened as I realized I wanted what my daughter wanted.

The robe fell to the ground, and Piper’s hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me. Only this time, I didn’t struggle.

“Kiss her,” Piper whispered over my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure who the order was for, but we both obeyed. Julie’s hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart soared and my lips throbbed as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of my cunt still lingering in Julie’s mouth. A violent surge of lust jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my remaining guilt. My daughter and I moaned in tandem as our kiss deepened even further.

I ripped my hands free from Piper’s grip to clutch my daughter’s face, holding it between them as I tongue-fucked her sweet mouth. Julie’s hands also exploded into activity, and I felt them groping my breasts.

“Suck her tits,” I heard Piper say. The words sent a frisson to my nipples. Already stiff from arousal, I felt them swell even more, waiting for the touch of my daughter’s mouth. The lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I stared between flashes as Julie’s soft wet lips closed around the hard tip of my breast, her tongue darting out to lick it before she began to suckle.

I groaned as the exquisite feeling flowed from my breast to all points of my body. Julie’s black eyes gazed deep into mine, no longer seeming to belong to my daughter, but a succubus filled with devilish intent. From behind, I could feel Piper’s naked form press against mine, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to slide down my body.

Julie’s mouth released my nipple, but before she could move on to my other breast, I stopped her to pull the skimpy tank top she wore up and off, then undid the buttons on her shorts. She quickly shoved them down to her ankles, then stepped out. Now she was naked.

I buried my face in her breasts, savoring the soft skin with my lips, licking her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper from my little girl before reaching down to cup the wet folds between Julie’s thighs, her whimper mounting into an urgent groan as I wriggled a finger into her vagina.

That served as a starter gun, initiating a dash for my daughter and me to make each other come. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on to reveal the crime we were committing. Right then, though, I was lost in a state of unhinged arousal, my hands groping and my mouth searching for any part of Julie I could find. I’d never felt such pure hunger for a lover.

Piper was always close by — stroking us, gently guiding us through our lovemaking until I found myself on my knees, mouth pressed hard against my daughter’s sex, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, giving me full access to her cunt. Julie’s moans rose with the bursts and crackling of thunder around us. Her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, and my chin was slick with her nectar.

She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, her essence flowing freely — and I drank down every drop. The taste of my beautiful child was ambrosial.

Finally, I lifted my face from Julie’s pussy, but barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers, tasting herself in a lover’s kiss, almost overwhelming me with the intensity of her passion.

Rising from where she sat, my daughter swiveled me around until I’d taken her place on the sofa. She licked a pathway down to my throbbing cunt and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. I was on a different plane of reality, one where only lust mattered.

“Oh, God!” I cried as her lips found my clit. It was as if the storm had moved indoors, a searing bolt of pleasure smashing into my helpless body. There was a mighty flash of lightning that lit up the room bright as day, and in that instant, I saw Piper look up from kissing my daughter’s back to give me a hungry stare. Julie just kept eating me, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to the tip of my aching clitoris.

My orgasm continued to build… and with every lick, my daughter laid on me, the expectation mounted that the next one would push me over the edge. Instead, those incredible feelings continued to grow inside me. My breath grew short, my heart hammered frantically, and tears were flowing down my cheeks — then eventually, mercifully, I climaxed, screaming my daughter’s name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension I’d worked up from my lust for Julie released itself in a great wave.

Basking in pleasure’s aftermath, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I might somehow be awakening from a dream, embarrassed by its forbidden content, but perhaps relieved that it hadn’t been real.

Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder clapped once again. I felt Julie’s body move to lie on top of mine, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, the scent of my cunt on her face.

The storm wasn’t over… and neither was the night.

The End

by Regina A

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in November 2003}

I feel like such a heel for doing this to my own daughter, but I guess I’ve just heard one too many horror stories. I’m not about to let my little girl fall prey to some internet stalker, or be taken advantage of by some creepy guy..

Truth be told, she isn’t so little anymore. Paula just turned sixteen, and she’s blossomed into a very attractive young lady with a lovely figure and beautiful golden-red hair. I know that she spends a lot of time online, emailing her friends and hanging out in chat rooms. I also know that she has a good head on her shoulders, and wouldn’t do anything that would knowingly put herself at risk, but the fiends who lurk out there on the web are very clever about luring sweet young things into their clutches. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I’m just trying to protect my daughter.

That explains how I find myself standing in Paula’s room, trying to work my way through the instructions from the computer spy store. I’ve already installed the software on her computer, and now I’m trying to set up a hidden spy cam in the corner of the room.

“Mostly people use this kind of equipment to catch their husbands,” the woman at the store told me. “But we do get some parents here too.” That makes me feel a little better.

The program is supposed to be one of the best. The spy cam should allow me to monitor her room even from my office, seeing whatever she’s up to, while the software captures all kinds of stuff from the computer, like chats, email, the whole bit.

The next day, I check my email. The report from the snooper software is there, but it doesn’t contain much. I had no idea that teenagers could spend so many hours talking about such inane stuff! I make a mental note to talk to Paula about how much chatting she is doing at night… only in a way that she won’t know I’m snooping on her.

But while I’m reading the report, another e-mail comes in. This one is an alert that the webcam has been activated by movement in my daughter’s room. I try to get the viewing software running so I can take a peek. I don’t really expect to see anything going on, just Paula doing her homework, most likely, or hanging out after school. I fumble around, but I can’t get it to load properly. Twice the program crashes, and then my entire system locks up. I read the manual again, realize I’ve forgotten to reboot after installing. Oh well…

While I’m waiting, I make a quick phone call to one of my clients and we chat for a few minutes. My back is to the computer, but I can hear it coming on behind me. Finally, I’m done with my call and spin back around… and my jaw drops.

The image filling the screen is surprisingly sharp, and what it shows makes me gasp in disbelief. My precious Paula is on her bed, stark naked, straddling someone’s face. All I can see is the top of the person’s head, but it’s clear that, whoever it is, he’s eating Paula’s pussy. My daughter’s face is aglow, and she is in ecstasy. I stare as she pulls and pinches on her own hard nipples and grinds her pussy slowly into the face of the person beneath her.

Suddenly I realize where I am and what I’m doing. I bolt over to shut and lock the door. If someone sees what I’m up to, it would be hard to explain, especially on company time.

Trembling, I make my way back to my chair. Who is this person with her? I’ve never even heard her mention a boyfriend! Yet here she is, having sex in my house. It’s my worst nightmare. God, I hope she has the sense to practice safe sex, I silently pray, then feel my cheeks turning red as I realize the absurdity of what I’m thinking.

What should I do? Should I call home? Interrupt what’s going on even at the risk of admitting my spying activities?

I reach for the phone — but just at that moment, Paula drops down onto her elbows as the person moves out from under her. In a moment I’ll know who it is.

Am I in for a shock! Appearing above Paula’s sweaty behind is the grinning face of Jenna, her closest friend, someone who is almost like a second child to me — and the daughter of Pam, my closest friend. She’s laughing, and her face shines with wetness… the wetness of my Paula’s pussy!

This is crazy, absurd! I feel like everything I know or love is suddenly crumbling all around me. My head spins, and I feel myself getting faint.

How could I have been so blind to this?

I sink back into my chair and try to gather myself. Ten deep breaths. Better.

I look back on the screen and the two of them are cuddling, kissing, and I feel my heart leap in my chest. At the same time, I realize that I’m not upset. In fact, I’m certainly happier seeing Paula with another girl than I would be if she was having sex with some boy.

I wonder if, subconsciously, I’ve been giving off some kind of vibes that Paula has picked up on. After all, isn’t that the main reason why my husband left me, because what I thought was bisexuality turned out to be something much deeper than that?

I can still recall that moment from five years ago when Rick finally found out the truth about me… coming back unexpectedly from a business trip, only to find Alexa Danforth and me in bed together, naked and sweaty, her perched on top of my mouth, making that squealing noise she always made when she came. God, that sound used to drive me crazy.

I smile wistfully, missing Alexa all over again. We still keep in touch, but she moved away the next year. Since then, my sex life has been a bit of a joke, just a few desperate flings with women I hook up with online and at a local lesbian bar. Suddenly, I feel very lonely.

And all this time, I was trying to raise Paula to make her own choices. Which she seems to have done.

I look back at the screen, watching as Jenna spreads her legs open to reveal a closely trimmed pussy. Paula slides down between her legs and begins to use her tongue on her friend. They look so comfortable with each other, so happy. So… erotic.

With a shudder, I realize that I’m getting really aroused watching the two of them. I can feel my nipples hardening as I stare at Jenna’s puffy ones. She begins rolling her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, and I find mine doing the same.

I glance at the door, gauging my chances of being interrupted. Slim, I think. Slowly, my fingers trembling, I unbutton my blouse down to my navel, then reach up and ease down the cups of my bra so that my breasts are exposed. I’m panting a bit as I wet my fingers, then begin swirling them around on the tips of my nipples. A moan sneaks out.

I can’t believe how turned on I am, watching my own daughter and her friend have sex, but something about the illicitness is exciting me even more than the simple act itself. It feels kinky, forbidden.

On the screen, Paula has both hands on Jenna’s thighs and is pushing them apart forcefully, jamming her face into her friend’s pussy. Jenna is doing what she can to help, humping her butt off the bed to meet Paula’s tongue.

I reach down to hike up my black skirt. I can feel my panties are already wet. My sweaty bottom squeaks on the leather of my chair, and I find myself smirking. I have just the thing. I delve into my bottom drawer and pull out a rumpled towel. I smooth the towel out on my seat, stand up, and pull down my hose and panties. They cling wetly to my pussy lips for a moment, and I rub myself a bit before sinking back down. I’m so horny now, it feels like I can come at any moment.

Paula is fingerfucking Jenna now, lips clamped to her clit while she rapidly slides two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Jenna’s head is thrown back and she looks like she is screaming. I begin to rub my pussy hard and fast. I’m close… so close…

And then I’m coming, throwing my head back and gasping as jolts of pure pleasure rock my body. I take myself through one more orgasm before I slump down in my chair, dazed. Soon as I catch my breath I lick my fingers clean, then pull my panties back up and give the room a quick spritz of air freshener.

***

When I get home that night, Paula has dinner on the table — baked chicken breasts, a salad, and some fresh snap beans. She is positively glowing, and I wonder what she’d say if I reveal that I know why. But I keep my thoughts to myself, letting her pour me a glass of wine and listening to her chatter about her day.

“What did you do after school?” I ask idly, though I glance at Paula to see her reaction.

She doesn’t skip a beat. “Oh, Jenna came over and we did some homework together.”

Mmm-hmm, I think to myself. You don’t say. Biology? Or chemistry?

“You know, honey,” I say instead. “I’ve been thinking about inviting Jenna and her mom over to a barbecue this weekend and to use our pool. Maybe we could even have them stay overnight. What do you think?”

Is this really coming out of my mouth? Has my brain gone haywire?

“That would be awesome!” Paula cries, and hugs me. “Jenna can sleep in my room!”

Yeah, I think, and in your bed. But I just smile, and we sit down to eat.

***

I wake up in the middle of the night, my nightie sticking to the sheets. I feel damp between my legs, and with a start I realize that I’d been having an erotic dream.

With a shudder, I lie there recalling it. I’d been replaying the scene from the afternoon — only this time I wasn’t just watching, I was participating. Paula had been sucking on my left tit, Jenna on my right, and both girls were fingering my wet pussy. I reached down and began doing just that. God, I’m so fucking wet, I think.

I let my fantasies run wild, and by the end, the two girls are locked in a sweaty sixty-nine next to me while my old lover Alexa Danforth fucks me with a strap-on. I have two tremendous climaxes that leave me breathless and sweaty.

Afterward, I’m so aroused that I can’t sleep, so I get up and work my way through the month’s bills. By then, it’s almost 5:30 and there’s no point in going back to bed. On a whim, I do something that I haven’t done in months, switching on the Quickcam perched on top of the computer. I move my mouse over a tiny icon, double-click it, and the screen fills with tiny squares, most of them showing the faces of people like me. One of them, in fact, is me, and the rest are people trolling for a webcam partner.

When I first bought my webcam, I was like a kid in a candy store, and I spent many nights camming with other women, even the occasional couple. At first, I was very wary about the whole thing, reluctant to do too much. But I quickly realized that if I hooked up cam to cam with someone else, it was all anonymous. And sometimes it was sexy as hell. I’d had some pretty wild sessions with others. Gradually, though, I felt more and more uncomfortable — dirty, even — about doing that kind of thing online.

I look closer. Most of the squares are filled with men, some of them wanking on camera. There’s something pathetic about the sight of these lonely souls doing this for just anyone who cares to see, and I feel a kind of wave of self-revulsion sweep over me. Then again, is what I’m thinking of doing all that different?

I almost shut down the program. But just as my hand twitches on the mouse, a few new squares open up. One of them catches my eye instantly, a dark-haired woman about my age, wearing a white robe. I watch her for a moment, see her eyes looking intently at the camera, no doubt scanning the squares just as I am. There is almost an illusion that our eyes meet, but I know the chances she is looking at me are remote. I see her glance down. Typing, perhaps?

Then I almost jump, because a line of type appears in the chatbox.

Mary38:> Hello?

I look at the square, see the tag below it. It’s her!

CarolCam20:> Hi…

There’s a brief pause. These first moments are always awkward. I wait anxiously.

Mary38:>What are you looking for?

Hmm, I think. The direct approach. Oh well…here goes.

CarolCam20:>Someone to cam with.

Mary38:>Someone like me?

I smile and look at her square, see that she is smiling too.

CarolCam20:>Someone exactly like you.

It only takes a few seconds for us to exit the main room and hook up privately, cam to cam. I turn off my self-viewer and expand her square on the screen.

CarolCam20:>You’re lovely, Mary.

Mary38:>I was just about to say the same thing about you, Carol. Your real name?

CarolCam20:>Yes.

Mary38:>Me too. Scoot back a bit. Let me see more of you.

I slide the chair back. I can feel my nipples poking out against the thin cotton of my nightshirt. On a whim, I reach up and pull on them.

Mary38:>Mmmm. That looks nice. But I wish I was doing it.

I scoot back in.

CarolCam20:>Me too.

I realize that she is opening her robe. It falls open, and her bare breasts bob in front of my wide eyes. Her nipples are large and puffy, my favorite kind. She wets a finger with her tongue, and I watch as she slowly traces the wet digit around the tip of her right nipple. I find myself wetting my own lips.

Mary38:>Now you.

With only a slight hesitation, I reach down and catch the hem of my nightshirt, pulling it smoothly up and over my head. My breasts catch slightly in the material, then release, swaying. It feels delicious to be naked, and a new surge of desire rushes through me. I can already tell that this is going to be good.

Mary38:>God, you are gorgeous, hon. Play with those tits for me. Can you lick them?

I nod, suddenly eager to please her in any way I can. I lift my right tit and let my tongue tease the nipple, then do the same to my left one.

Mary38:>That is HOT. I love it. I wish I could do that but mine aren’t quite big enough.

CarolCam20:>Your tits are perfect though. I love your nipples. Would love to suck on them…

Mary38:>Oh hon, I would love that! Where do you live?

For a second, my little warning alarm flashes, but I mentally turn it off.

CarolCam20:>Outside Washington, D.C.

Mary38:>No kidding? I am in Falls Church!!!

CarolCam20:>Alexandria!!!

This is the first time I have ever cammed with anyone who lived nearby. She must be about ten miles away.

Mary38:>Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

CarolCam20:>Umm…maybe? lol

Mary38:>We need to talk more…but first things first. Right now we need to get busy.

I stare at the screen and watch as she stands up, shrugging off the robe. Her face is above the viewer now, but her trimmed pussy is perfectly framed. Again, my tongue sneaks out to lick my lips as she spreads herself for me, opening her cunt with her fingers so I can see the pink wetness inside.

I reach down and start playing with myself as I watch, then roll the chair back slightly so she can see me. She sits again, spreading her legs up onto the arms of her chair, and for a few minutes we just watch each other and rub ourselves. I am really wet.

Mary38:>Do you like using toys?

I nod, and we each go off to get our favorites. I glance at the clock. Almost time for Paula to wake up. I feel a sudden sense of urgency.

CarolCam20:>I didn’t realize how late it is getting. I only have a few more minutes.

Mary38:>Time enough, though. Right?

I nod, and we each start using our vibes. I watch as Mary moves hers expertly over her clit, then lets it play up and down her wet slit. I try to match her motions with mine, and almost simultaneously we find our holes and shove them inside. When she pulls hers out I can see the toy shine from her juices. She’s close, and I am too.

Mary38:>Now rub your clit for me and we’ll come together.

I follow her instructions, starting slowly, then moving faster and faster. My fingers are flying now, and Mary’s are a blur. I love looking at her eyes as her mouth falls open and she starts to climax. Like looking into a mirror, as I feel my own orgasm wash over me.

Mary38:>God…nice one.

CarolCam20:>It’s been awhile.

Mary38:>Really? That’s hard to believe. Not seeing anyone?

CarolCam20:>No. Not for awhile. Listen, I have to go, but this has been lovely. How can we keep in touch?

Mary38:>Easy as pie, hon. I’ll give you my cell and e-mail.

I copy them down, and we say our goodbyes.

It’s only when I get up to head into the shower that I hear the telltale creak of floorboards in the hall… and I realize with a start that I’m being spied on. And there’s no one in the house but me and Paula.

***

In the shower, water coursing down my body, I have time to gather my thoughts. So my daughter was peeking at me while I got off. That made us even. But I can’t help wondering what she is thinking, watching her mother get off like that with a complete stranger. How much did she see? I ask myself. Does she have any way of knowing that I was having chat room sex with another woman? 

I finally decide to just pretend she didn’t see, unless she says something. Which she doesn’t, even on the drive to her bus stop.

“‘Bye, Mom!” she says, as she climbs out of the car. “I’m gonna stopover at Jenna’s after school to do homework.” She says it like a statement, not like she’s asking, and is off before I can even respond. It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what they’ll be doing.

Five minutes later I’m mired in traffic, but feeling strangely peaceful. I decide to put the time to good use and dig out my cell phone.

“Pam? It’s Carol.”

“Carol! God, it’s great to hear from you. Here our daughters are together every day, and we hardly ever see each other.”

I almost say something, but bite my tongue. I do want to talk to her about Paula and Jenna but now doesn’t seem like the right time. “Listen, Pam. I was wondering if you and Jenna wanted to come over on Friday for a cookout. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day, and I thought we could use the pool… maybe you could even stay overnight if you’re game.”

“That sounds lovely! A mini-vacation. That’s a great idea. I know I don’t have to check with Jenna. She loves spending time with Paula. In fact, they’re coming over today to do homework. I was going to have Paula stay for dinner, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll plan on seeing you around six-ish on Friday, then?”

“Sounds great. Can’t wait, hon.”

I hang up. More waiting in traffic. My fingers drum on the wheel. I glance over at the phone again. Pick it up and dial from the paper stuffed in my purse.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mary?”

“Yes? Who is this?”

“It’s Carol. From, um, from this morning?”

“Oh my gosh, Carol! Hello! I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon. I was just getting ready to leave the house.”

“Well, if now is a bad time, I can…”

“No, not at all. It’s great to hear your voice. It’s just like I imagined it would be.”

I laugh nervously. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“It’s been awhile, Carol.”

There’s a silence for a few moments. We both know what comes next.

“I think… I have to see you,” I hear myself saying.

“I was hoping you would say that. When?” I can hear the desire in her voice.

“Tonight?” Quickly, I tell her about my daughter, and about my unexpected window of opportunity that evening.

“I’ll make us dinner, love. But we may want to start with dessert.”

“You’re making me wet, Mary. Again.” And we both giggle. I feel like a naughty schoolgirl.

This a way to Part Two!

Author Unknown

Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter Julie’s age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to drop by, and you could often find the two of them on the sofa watching movies in the evenings, or outside in the yard together during the summer.

Once they both graduated, my daughter Julie decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company —  by then, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie’s occasional visits, I didn’t have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home, and despite the efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip I got from Julie and Piper.

My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part-time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only child and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter’s friend to being my friend too.

Looking back on it, I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company, and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering inside her.

Perhaps I was kidding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty, envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or admired her beautiful skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth, not the attention of my daughter’s best friend.

At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening when I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it.

“Hi, Ms Olsen, I saw the light was still on. I’m a little tipsy, and didn’t want to go home just yet.” It made me laugh she still called me that, even though I’d tried in vain to get her to address me by my first name. Old habits die hard, I suppose. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder-length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile, but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree.

“Hi, Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Want a glass of water?” I was halfway through a bottle of wine myself, but it didn’t look like she needed any more booze.

“Sure, thanks. Well, I went to a party. It was fun, but things got kinda weird towards the end.”

I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island. “Oh yes? How so?” I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed that Piper always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle.

“Well, this girl Ashley… y’know, from school? I made out with her.” This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, not wanting her to feel any stranger about the situation.

“That’s just college, I’m sure these days it’s pretty normal for those things to happen.”

“Did it ever happen to you?” I laughed.

“You better not tell Julie a word of this, but yes, I made out with my roommate’s older sister once in college. It was no big deal, really.” Actually, I had done much more than make out with her, but I wasn’t going to tell Piper that. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water.

“Ashley’s such a phony, anyway, she’s always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women, but I don’t know anyone who has done more than kiss her. I think it’s all for attention.” She downed the rest of the water. “Did you enjoy it? Did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?”

I wasn’t sure that I liked where this was going, so I absentmindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it. “Lisa was her name… sure, I enjoyed it, but we kept it friendly,”

A lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring one another — it made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and standing behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent.

“I wanted to do more tonight, but I don’t think Ashley was the right person.” She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter.

“Well, then maybe just wait for the right–” I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me. I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. “No, Piper, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want Ashley… I want you.” She came at me again, reaching out to take me in her arms. I fended her off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical.

“Piper, this isn’t a good idea, you’ve had too much to drink, just think about this…” She held my face in her warm hands, looking deep into my eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Please…?” She kissed my mouth, and this time I didn’t try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would be enough, and then she’d come to her senses. As our lips touched, I felt myself giving in to her, the warmth of Piper’s embrace, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume clouding my senses.

“Please, Piper… I’m your best friend’s mother… we can’t do this.” My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart beat faster; my body needing an extra breath that I seemed unable to draw.

“Nobody needs to find out, Ms. Olsen… please, be with me, just for tonight.” She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my conscience screaming at me to stop. Her hand trailed down my body and slipped between my thighs, resting on my vulva. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn’t stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back between my thighs.

“Please, we shouldn’t do this…” It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her.

“Just tonight, that’s all… I promise.” We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered, my body now reminding me that I hadn’t had any intimate contact for over a year. Once more, I tried to push away Piper’s insistent hand but failed to do so before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as a surge of pleasure resonated through my body. That signaled the end of my protests.

Piper paused to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in. I was hers.

What followed was a race to bring each other to orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues began to dance, my hands were on her body, groping and fondling everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals. First, my skirt went, then her top was pulled over her head and discarded, soon my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles.

We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tile, lacking the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We both quickly struggled out of our bras, each exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other to suck.

We paused for a second to take in the sight of our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with stiffened pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths, bodies and hands came together again.

We took turns suckling on each other, hands seeking and finding our wet pussies, whispering soft pleas to urge one another on. We moaned in tandem between kisses, our movements more feverish with the steady increase in sensation.

Piper and I came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together as we cried out. We shuddered through our orgasms, holding each other long afterward, knowing when we finally separated that we would have to face the guilt over what we’d just done.

And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We broke apart and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other’s eyes. It took fierce concentration to keep from crying. I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears.

“I think you’d better go, Piper…” I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door.

The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things — for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I knew was wrong. Deep down, the most upsetting thing was that I’d just experienced a passion that had been absent from my life for almost twenty years, and I couldn’t let it happen again.

***

Saturday passed without any drama, and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the incident could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream.

But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before when Julie’s phone died at the movies and they needed a ride.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

My heart plummeted with sudden fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone.

I replied. It was a mistake, it shouldn’t have happened.

She fired back. I want to be with you again.

My head ignored the message but my body didn’t. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was thoughts of her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward.

Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern, to keep our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort, as Piper was standing beyond the door, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I tried to…” was all she could manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms, hating myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips brushing my skin.

I didn’t protest this time, I couldn’t; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body’s needs. When she looked at me with puffy eyes, I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting our passion.

This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless “No,” as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn’t listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her what she wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache.

Her eyes gazed up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge, I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head.

If there was regret after my orgasm, it was hidden in my desire to taste her.

I kissed Piper deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her dripping hole. She twitched and squirmed with every lap I took of her cunt, squeezing both breasts as I pressed my mouth harder into her. Piper came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, giving her no escape from my mouth.

I rested on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without a word, the two of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left, it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn’t the last time.

And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely spoke from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other’s eyes.

On the sixth encounter, Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding together. We were clasping each other’s faces, staring deep into each other’s eyes as the friction slowly built, the heat rising in our cores. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer, she gasped the haunting words I’d both longed for and hoped would never come. “I’m in love with you.”

It scared me and I couldn’t respond at first, but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but Piper managed to say them once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating the climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came.

She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to share with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance of our love, we still shared the fear of being caught.

Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper’s appetite for experimentation was limitless. She was young, and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, I almost seamlessly ceded control to Piper until I realized one day that I would do anything for her. The intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix.

Piper relished her role, always pushing my boundaries. We explored kink and role-play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman, happy with her body and free from self-doubt.

Towards the end of May, our moods changed; we became more introverted, knowing what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it. I was finally happy and now the source of that happiness was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special.

***

It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, and we had to revert back to our previous dynamic. Piper spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to hang out with Julie, but I soon realized that it was just to be close to me. At first, we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn’t notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But soon we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway, or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants, pleasuring me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in those brief stolen moments we had.

Finally, Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and me a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard.

Our teasing continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.

When Julie’s car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Piper stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, staring at me.

“Bedroom.”

We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, trembling with desire.

“Why have you been turning me on all week, Ms Olson?” she asked, those deep green eyes sparkling under her auburn hair.

I chose to be completely honest about it. “Because I need to be fucked, and you’re the only one that knows how I want it.” It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.

“Turn around,” she said. Piper removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She opened my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders, bunching around my hands to make my arms immobile. I was facing the full-length mirror on the closet door, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a thick latex cock. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; I’d gone without panties at her request.

I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole without inserting it, merely coating the tip with the production of my arousal.

“This is what you want.” She was looking over my shoulder at our reflection, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, running down to my cleavage and the tops of my breasts.

Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head, leaving her standing stark naked. She fished a harness out of her bag, stepping into it, then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein.

I grunted as she slapped my ass, then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and spreading the natural lubricant over my entire vulva. Then the pressure filled me, and I sucked in air as she pushed inside, my vagina tightening, then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me.

I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me hard and fast. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, breasts swaying with her body’s movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer.

I looked up one final time, wanting to witness my surging orgasm, and then the most heart-wrenching terror surged through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway — my daughter Julie.

Her face was struck by fear, disgust, and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter’s face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: something a mother never wants to see on the face of her child.

I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage her; she was locked into the moment, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock, and the arousal was going but my orgasm was still fast approaching.

Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax, and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the rising ecstasy. In those brief seconds, however, pleasure claimed its victory, and my unwanted rapture erupted through me, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I prayed for the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop.

When I raised my face, now burning with shame, Julie was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house, echoing into my room where we were both panting for air.

“What the fuck was that?” Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag.

“Shit! Untie me, Julie’s back and just saw us.”

“What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free. I frantically snatched for my clothes as Piper paced up and down in a nervous turmoil.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered loudly.

“I don’t fucking know, Piper, we fucked up!” I really didn’t know. My first concern was for Julie’s safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be okay. I was dreading it, but it was my responsibility.

Piper frowned. “Should I go talk to her?”

“No, I should. You better go home… you probably won’t want to hear this.”

She nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie’s door.

“Julie, honey… can I come in?” There was no answer, but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking.

She looked up at me in sheer anguish. “How long?”

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Three months… almost four. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, Julie… it just happened. I guess I was just lonely, and…”

“So you fucked my best friend?!”

“I know, I’m so sorry… it’s not right. It’s my fault, I just want you to know that I love you… we both do…”

“Why couldn’t you find someone else?! You’re not even a fucking lesbian!” There was pure anger in her voice, and I knew it wasn’t going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning.

“I know… I’m — I’m sorry.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Okay, Julie, you’re upset, but I want you to know it’s over… it never should have happened in the first place.” I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I’d done… but also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love.

On to Part Two!

 

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

The car finally packed and gassed up, Nikki was ready to head home for the holidays. After her first college finals week, she was so glad to be done and heading home for a break, to spend some time with her mother. She had slept very little over the last week and was feeling it now that the stress of finals had ended. She had already said goodbye to her roommate and a few friends, many of whom still had finals left to take before they were done for the semester. She tossed her last bag in the backseat, climbed behind the wheel and headed for home.

Nikki checked herself in the rearview mirror as she started to drive. She looked like hell — paler than usual, thanks to four months in lecture halls and libraries coupled with a week without much sleep. Her normally pin-straight blonde hair was disheveled and her eyeliner and mascara that she only wore because she thought her nearly colorless eyelashes looked ‘creepy’, was smeared and gave her raccoon-like eyes. Someone who didn’t know her would think he was some kind of goth girl.

The drive was about three hours and she could usually do it without a stop, but this time she decided to pull off after an hour to grab a cup of coffee and a snack, afraid she would nod off during the trip. She pulled out her phone when she stopped and sent a text to her mother, letting her know what time she thought she’d be home. Her mother Susan responded, telling her to drive carefully. Had she known how exhausted Nikki was she would have been so worried that she would have been miserable for the next two hours, part of the reason Nikki didn’t call and just texted her.

Her concern for her mother was based on their relationship. They were more like best friends than mother and daughter because of the trials of their life since Nikki was a young girl. Her father Mike was very successful, owned his own business and worked a lot, or more accurately wasn’t home a lot. A lot of the time Susan had thought he was at work, she later discovered he was with one of his many mistresses. One morning when Nikki was three years old he had told Susan as he left the house that he was going to the west coast on business and wasn’t coming back.

The shock of her husband leaving with no warning was multiplied six months later when the Sheriff arrived to evict Susan and Nikki from their home. Her husband had stopped paying the mortgage. She had never seen a letter or anything since all the bills went to Mike’s new address, and the separation agreement they had required him to pay the housing expenses. Obviously, he wasn’t, which was an indication of how things would go for the next fifteen years. Susan managed to scrape the money together to get the mortgage caught up and the bank allowed them to move back in after three days in a hotel. Through all of this, Nikki was never aware that anything was wrong because Susan did everything possible to protect her.

That didn’t change as Nikki grew up. Through never-ending battles with Mike over money and anything else that Mike could find to fight with her about, Susan made sure that Nikki never wanted for anything. Susan renewed her nursing credentials and returned to the career that she gave up when Nikki was born. She scheduled her shifts to ensure that when Nikki was not at school or asleep she was there. Her life became the ultimate sacrifice for her daughter and she never regretted it for a second.

Susan never missed a game, recital, or anything in Nikki’s life. She never dated because she did not want to have anything in her life that took away from her focus on her precious daughter. In this loving and stable home, Nikki blossomed into a wonderful young lady with lots of friends and had her choice of some of the best schools in the country when it came time for college. She chose a state university close to home though because by now she had figured out that money was an issue despite all of Susan’s attempts to keep her sheltered from the realities of life.

Even without knowing the condition Nikki was in, Susan paced as she waited. The last four months had been a huge strain on her. After fifteen years of having a total focus on her daughter, not having her there had been a shock and she worried constantly. She knew that Nikki needed to grow and experience life on her own, so she kept her smother instincts to herself but some days it was a challenge not to get in the car and drive the three hours to check on her.

When Nikki’s car pulled into the driveway Susan rushed out the door to meet her, grabbing her and holding her tight as soon as she got out of her car. Other than the petite and slender body and perfectly round breasts, she was virtually unrecognizable. “Nikki, you look like you haven’t slept in forever. Why didn’t you stay at school and get some sleep?” Susan asked.

Nikki looked at her sweetly and replied, “I couldn’t wait another day to see you, Mom, I’ve missed you so much.” To many, her response would sound like a typical attempt by a teenager to talk their way out of trouble, but Nikki was absolutely serious. She was homesick and missed her mother. Several times during that first semester she had cried herself to sleep and told her mom she wanted to come home, but Susan forbid it, in spite of wanting the same thing.

Susan responded with a big hug and helped Nikki bring her bags into the house. Dinner was ready and just needed a quick reheating. They chatted about school and life here at home while they ate.

Eventually Nikki asked her mom the question that had been front and center in her mind for the last few weeks, “So Mom, you seeing anyone?”

Blushing, Susan looked away and answered, “Yes, I’ve been out with a couple of men. Nothing serious though.”

A big smile crossed Nikki’s face. She had asked her mother to take advantage of her newly found free time and have some fun. Go out with a few men and get back into the dating scene. She wondered if any of her dates had ended up in bed, but didn’t want to embarrass her mom so she kept her curiosity to herself.

“Why don’t you go lie down on the couch and rest while I get cleaned up, sweetie,” Susan said as she softly kissed Nikki on the head.

Nikki wanted to argue, but was so tired she just said, “Sure Mom, thanks for dinner. It was delicious.” She headed for the couch where she stretched out and turned on the TV. She was asleep by the time her mother finished up in the kitchen.

Susan carried Nikki’s bags upstairs and started a load of laundry from her laundry bag, then sat down on the couch and eased Nikki’s head up onto her lap. She watched TV, softly stroking Nikki’s hair, feeling the rise and fall of her baby’s body as the girl slept peacefully beside her.

After a couple of hours, Nikki woke up from her nap. They continued their catching up until it was well after midnight. They got up, then headed off to bed after exchanging a warm hug. Nikki told her mother; “I’m so glad to be home, Mom.”

In minutes Nikki was sound asleep, curled up in the bed she had grown up in, surrounded by the memories of her life. An amazing life that had been made possible by the wonderful woman who was sleeping down the hall.

Down the hall, Susan climbed into bed. She was so happy to have her baby home, though now the secret feelings that she had for Nikki had resurfaced. Her hand slid down between her legs and she felt the dampness there.

Susan didn’t remember when it started, but at some point while Nikki was in high school, she had become sexually attracted to her daughter. She had never considered doing anything about these feelings, but often thought of the girl as she masturbated. She had lied earlier when she told Nikki she had been dating; in fact, she had lost all interest in men.

Susan slowly ran her fingers over her velvety soft labia while her other hand pinched a large swollen nipple, perched atop a heavy freckled breast. At forty-two she had noticed a little sag in them, but overall her body had held up nicely. With the free time she had after Nikki had left for college, Susan had begun working out at the local Y after work, and now her figure put the majority of the other middle-aged housewives to shame.

Her fingers danced over her swollen clit, alternating between hard pressure and soft quick strokes until her lips were swollen and slick with her juices. Susan drove two fingers into her pussy and clenched down on them, urgently fucking herself until she reached a satisfying orgasm. Her long red hair was splayed over her pillow as she drifted off to sleep, an image of her lovely daughter in the front of her mind.

At ten o’clock the next morning, Nikki rolled over, opened her eyes and got out of bed, ready for the new day. She showered, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. A good night’s sleep had returned the cute young woman with the turned up little nose that had disappeared for the last couple weeks. Smiling, she went downstairs to the kitchen where her mom had left a note.

Off to work.
Lots of food in the fridge.
Home at 6.
Love Mom.

She smiled as she read the message because she knew all of this, but her mother never left the house without leaving her a note. On the end of the table was a pile of her perfectly folded laundry, the last of which was in the dryer. As much as she appreciated it, Nikki decided to have a conversation with her mom about not needing to do everything for her.

She started the pot of coffee her mom had set up and fixed a bowl of cereal. While she waited for the coffee, she opened her mother’s laptop that was sitting on the table to check her email. Her own laptop was upstairs, and she didn’t feel like going up to get it right now. She figured she’d use her mom’s just to catch up on what was going on with her friends while she had breakfast.

She opened the web browser and a message popped up saying Browser shut down unexpectedly. Do you want to restore previous tabs? She absently clicked yes, went to pour a cup of coffee and sat down. When she looked at the screen on the laptop she gasped and said, “Holy shit, Mom!” as she saw the web page that was open on the computer. A site with tons of porn videos!

Then she noticed the video that her mom had been watching. It was called ‘MILF Mom Seduces Teen Daughter’ and showed an image of a busty brunette woman with her head buried between the legs of a blonde teen. Intrigued, she clicked on the video and watched as the mother enticed her daughter into bed, then fingered and licked the girl through multiple orgasms.

Nikki had never been especially into porn. Like most people her age, she had seen it because it was all over the internet, but she rarely went looking for more. A guy she had dated always wanted to watch it with her, one of the many reasons she’d dumped him, but she couldn’t think of more than a time or two that she’d watched it alone. She couldn’t ever remember watching girl-on-girl before and had never been attracted to other women. But out of nowhere, this video excited her.

She wondered what other kinds of porn her mother had been watching, so she opened the browser history and scrolled through it. She was shocked to see that almost every video in Mom’s history depicted lesbian sex between mothers and daughters. There were series like Mommy and Me, Moms Teach Sex, Family Affair and lots of other incestuous themes.

Nikki sat at the kitchen table, her coffee getting cold as she stared at the screen. She clicked on a couple more of the videos in the browser history and watched them, getting more aroused by the second. She picked up the laptop, poured another cup of coffee and went and sat down on the couch to watch more.

After a few more videos and a lot of skipping through the setup of most of them, Nikki slid a hand under her shirt and began playing with her nipple. It stiffened immediately to the touch.

Setting the laptop on the coffee table, she slid her other hand inside her sweatpants and began rubbing herself through her panties. Sliding along the edge of her panties, her finger hooked her panties aside and touched the lips of her pussy, sending a soft shiver through her body.

The video on the screen showed a busty older woman, one who was in a lot of the videos in her mother’s history, but now Nikki’s mind began to see images of her mother. She tried to push those images away to focus on the video, but she couldn’t. The more she thought about her mother, the more her arousal increased. She slid a hand into her panties and began to urgently rub her swollen clit.

The videos were forgotten, replaced by fleeting images of her mother as Nikki’s fingers explored her pussy. She usually found it difficult to have an orgasm — as a matter of fact, she had never had one with a boy, and very few of her solo sessions had ended in orgasm because she became frustrated at how long it took. This time, however, her pleasure began to build quickly and before she realized it she was squirming on the couch as she felt a warm trickle of fluid running down her hand. Her climax built to a peak, and she cried out in pleasure, her body shaking violently until it subsided.

She laid there for several minutes with her hand still inside her soaking wet panties. Nikki’s mind was racing as her heart rate and breathing slowed. It was one thing to be turned on by lesbian porn videos, it was another entirely to have that kind of reaction to mental images of her mother.

She tried to think of something in the freshman psychology class she had aced last semester that would explain it. She went through a series of theories about dependence and some Freudian crap. In the end, she dismissed it all because she didn’t buy most of that psych-babble, it all seemed too much like ways to make excuses for people’s behavior.

She couldn’t explain her feelings, and that bothered her. Was she really sexually attracted to her mother? Was she just physically aroused, and the images of lesbian incest had nothing to do with it? Then how could she explain the ease at which she’d made herself come?

She was confused, and the more she tried to understand it the worse it confused her. Finally, she gave up, put her mom’s laptop away and went to finish up her laundry.

She sent her mom a text, Hope you’re having a great day, thinking of you and missing you. She knew her mother could only check her phone during breaks, so she didn’t expect an immediate response.

She watched some mindless sitcoms on one of the retro TV channels while her mind continued to swirl. She finally decided that yes, she was sexually attracted to her mom. It started to make sense as she thought about how little interest she had in boys, and how dating always seemed like just going through the motions. Even the three guys she’d had sex with, it was more because she felt like it was just time to have the experience.

Okay, so I’ve got the hots for Mom, she thought. Now, what on earth am I supposed to do about it?

***

Susan walked into the break room and opened her locker to check her phone. As expected, she had a few messages from friends, and one from Nikki.

She read Nikki’s first. She read it a couple of times trying to understand it. ‘Thinking of you and missing you’? What does that mean? She decided it was just texting, that Nikki was just being her normal sweet self. But part of her wanted it to mean more, a thought that made her smile despite knowing that it was just her perverse imagination and wishful thinking.

She responded to the text, Love ya ? and went back to work.

***

Through the day, Nikki’s phone chimed and buzzed like every teen as her friends texted, social media alerts popped up, and a variety of other things flew by. She ignored most of them, but responded immediately when the distinct sound of a message from her mom sounded. She grabbed her phone and read the response and her body reacted immediately with a tingle of warmth and excitement.

She checked the time and it was about two hours before her mom would be home. She started dinner, a lasagna her mother had made and refrigerated knowing it was her favorite, before heading upstairs to change into a miniskirt and a tight-fitting sheer top that showed off her perky breasts and tiny nipples.

Just before six, she pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool. She put some bread in the warm oven to toast and threw together a salad. When her mother pulled into the driveway, the table was set and ready.

Susan walked in the door, still in her scrubs from work, and immediately smelled the aroma of dinner. Nikki came up to her, and she noticed her outfit, feeling a twinge of lust that she tried to push down as she wrapped her arms around her beautiful young daughter. Nikki pressed her body against hers and the hug seemed to linger longer than normal, which Susan chalked up to wishful thinking.

She smiled as they separated and said, “Dinner smells wonderful. I’ll go change and be right down.” She kissed Nikki on the cheek, then headed up the stairs to her room.

Upstairs she peeled off her scrubs, washed her face, touched up her makeup and threw on a pair of tight jeans and a loose-fitting blouse with a sheer bra underneath. She looked at herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. Would Nikki feel the same way?

With a sigh, Susan said to herself, “Stop imagining things, you crazy old bat.” Nonetheless, she headed downstairs with a warm feeling in her body, trying to remain composed.

Mother and daughter sat and ate, chatting about their respective days. Of course, Nikki left out the part about watching porn on her mom’s laptop. They were happy to be together, and in a sense, it felt like nothing had changed in the months they had been apart, but it had. Now they both were having thoughts that would shock most people.

When they finished eating, Susan and Nikki cleared the table, put the leftovers away and cleaned up the kitchen. Susan pulled a bottle of wine out of the pantry, opened it and poured herself a glass, turning to her daughter and asking, “Want a glass?”

Nikki said, “Sure.” She grabbed an empty glass and held it out for her mother to fill.

The two women moved to the family room and sat side by side on the couch, sipping their wine. Nikki thought about the videos she’d watched earlier and the cheesy porn dialog that had ended up with “mother and daughter” naked together. She wished there was a way to tell her mother how she felt. She kept trying to convince herself that the reason her mother watched those videos was that she felt the same way, but she couldn’t be sure and was too skittish to make a move.

Susan felt like she was going to burst. What used to be a feeling that came over her only when she was alone in bed was now raging inside her as she sat next to her daughter. Something seemed different with Nikki, something that made Susan wonder if the girl shared her forbidden desires.

Finally setting down her almost empty glass, Nikki slid over closer to her mother and took her hand. She felt her nipples tense and knew it would be obvious through the sheer fabric of her top. Stroking her mother’s hand, she laid her head on the woman’s shoulder, her lips brushing the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her body was on fire, and she wanted her mother desperately at that moment.

Feeling her daughter’s breath on her skin put Susan over the edge. There was a warm feeling between her legs, and her panties were now soaked. Almost reflexively Susan turned and kissed the top of Nikki’s head.

When Nikki turned her face up, their lips came together and they kissed lovingly. Slowly drawing apart, mother and daughter gazed at each other, their eyes widening at what they saw.

“Honey?” Susan whispered, her heart racing. Could it be? Sweet merciful God, could it really be?

“I love you, Mom,” Nikki replied, trembling as she read the desire in her mother’s face, written clear as day as they came together once more.

This time, their kiss was pure magic.

Feeling Mom’s lips brushing hers fanned Nikki’s hunger into raw lust. Almost without thinking, she allowed her tongue to emerge, slipping into her mother’s mouth. Susan responded immediately, and then they were kissing like lovers.

They were in each other’s arms, sharing passionate kisses and caresses. It didn’t feel wrong to either of them. This was just a natural extension of their love.

Gently breaking away, Nikki rose and stood before her mother. She slowly slipped off her shirt, then her hands slid down and pulled her skirt up over her hips to reveal her mound, covered by a pair of nearly see-through satin bikini panties.

Susan was in heaven. The most powerful fantasy of her last few years was now coming true as Nikki stripped in front of her. She felt a sense of love wash over her, as strong as the waves of lust that were coursing through her body. She reached up to wrap both arms around Nikki’s waist, then drew the girl down to straddle her lap. Susan began to nuzzle her daughter’s small round breasts, her lips surrounding a nipple before she took it into her mouth.

A soft purr escaped from Nikki’s throat as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, Mom’s tongue swirling around her stiff nipple. Squirming with delight, she began to grind her pussy against Susan’s thigh.

Nikki reached down to pull her mother’s shirt up and over her head, then tossed it aside. She reached behind and unhooked Mom’s bra and slipped it off, exposing Susan’s luscious breasts. Nikki sat mesmerized at the sight, then her hands reached down and cupped them, gently fondling and squeezing the tender globes.

Wanting more, Nikki leaned forward and began to kiss her mother again. Their tongues met and gently sparred as the two women’s bodies pressed against each other, their passion and desire now at a fever pitch.

“Come on, Mom… let’s go to bed,” Nikki said, gently breaking their kiss. Rising to her feet, she extended a hand.

Mother and daughter held hands as they walked down the hall and up the stairs to Susan’s room. On the way, they removed what little clothing remained between them. Now naked, mother and daughter climbed onto the bed. Their bodies entwined as they began to kiss again.

Nikki parted her thighs as Susan slid between them, pressing their sexes together. Her shaved vulva rubbed against her mother’s coarse red bush, which was neatly trimmed into a triangle. “Oh, darling,” Susan moaned, “that feels wonderful.”

Bending down, Nikki began to suck her mother’s nipples. She’d never realized before how much her mother’s round breasts excited her, but now she wanted nothing more than their warmth and softness. Her tongue pressed against Susan’s nipple, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through the older woman’s body that went right down to her dripping pussy.

Neither of them had ever been with another woman before, and both were unsure of what to do next. The only things they really knew were what they’d seen in porn videos. They were eager to fuck, though, and that was enough.

More than anything, Nikki wanted to make her mother come and feel pleasure as intense as what she’d experienced that morning, playing with Mom’s laptop. However, Susan acted first, rolling her daughter onto her back and moving between the girl’s legs.

Susan leaned down and kissed Nikki before trailing a line of soft kisses down her body. She paused briefly to tease her nipples with a flick of the tongue, then continued down her tight tummy and to her shaved mound. Susan’s ass was thrusting up and out as she bent down, pushed Nikki’s legs apart and gave her daughter’s cunt a long, slow lick. She ran a finger between the soft pink lips of Nikki’s pussy, which seemed to throb with anticipation.

Nikki was squirming, playing with her nipples as she watched her mother between her legs. Suddenly, she felt a finger run between her pussy lips and slowly begin to push its way inside her. All her inhibitions now gone, Nikki let out a loud moan as she was penetrated. “Yes, Mommy… fuck me, please.”

Hearing her daughter beg to be fucked put Susan over the edge. She drove her finger deep into Nikki’s velvety pussy as she took her child’s clit between her lips and began to suck.

Nikki’s body was thrashing helplessly, her moans filling the room as she urged her mother on, using language that would normally have shocked Susan. “Fuck me, Mommy… Fuck my cunt… Oh, please, Mommy!” Nikki screamed as Susan’s tongue and fingers continued to work on her pussy.

Nikki nearly drove her fingers through the sheets as she began to come. Her pussy felt like it was melting down and she had a warm, wet feeling as her juices flowed, oozing down into the crack of her ass.

Slowing a bit as Nikki’s body shivered through her orgasm, Susan continued to gently lick and suck, then began to increase the intensity of her efforts once again.

This made Nikki moan in disbelief as her pussy began to throb with sexual heat all over again, driven to new heights by her mother’s hot mouth. Susan eased a second finger into Nikki’s dripping pussy and began thrusting them hard and deep. Taking hold of her thighs, Nikki pulled them back, opening her cunt up and letting her mother’s fingers go even deeper inside.

It felt like her first orgasm was just being extended into another. Nikki’s body began to shake again as another climax crashed over her. She felt an immense release when a gush of fluid erupted from her pussy, soaking the lower half of her mother’s face.

Holding Nikki tightly as she came again, Susan drank from her, savoring every drop of her daughter’s nectar before withdrawing her fingers. She sat up to look down at the beautiful young woman lying before her, still shaking from the massive pair of orgasms she’d just experienced. Susan’s hands slid slowly up the sides of her daughter’s body as she bent down to kiss her.

Nikki wrapped both arms around Susan and pulled her down as her tongue explored Mom’s mouth, tasting herself. Having regained some control of her body, Nikki desperately wanted to make her mother experience the pleasure she’d just enjoyed. She rolled Susan onto her back, with herself on top.

Smiling at her teenage daughter, Susan spread her legs wide apart, preparing for what she’d fantasized about for so long, never dreaming that it could become a reality. Now it was happening.

Nikki didn’t wait. She immediately moved down between her mother’s legs and ran her tongue over Susan’s swollen clit, causing the older woman to cry out loud. Nikki got down to it, licking and kissing her mother’s pussy.  She had never gone down on a woman before, and was a little uncertain about her technique, but Mom was responding, and seemed to enjoy it.

Sensing her daughter’s uncertainty, Susan let Nikki know how much she was enjoying the lovemaking by cradling the young woman’s head in her hands and whispering, “Yes, baby girl, yes… oh, Nikki, that feels so good.”

Reassured, Nikki’s passion and urgency increased, her fingers teasing the lips of Susan’s pussy while she sucked harder at the juicy flesh, teasing her clitoris with rapid swipes of the tongue. Mom continued to urge her on, so Nikki pushed two fingers into the dripping pussy and began to work them in and out.

Now Nikki was fucking her mother in a frenzy, thrusting her fingers hard and fast, still licking Mom’s clit with every stroke. Susan was starting to shake and jerk, her body losing control. Nikki sensed that her mother was on the verge of coming, so she took the woman’s clit between her lips and sucked it like a tiny nipple.

Susan cried out as the first waves of an orgasm hit her. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, fuck me, yes, yes,” she cried out. She felt Nikki’s tongue moving faster as she urged her daughter on, then letting out a squeal of pleasure that grew in volume and intensity as her body responded and her ecstasy grew to a peak.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Susan screamed as waves of the most intense pleasure overcame her. She had her hands tangled in Nikki’s hair through the final wave. She relaxed and began to catch her breath and feel her heart begin to slow.

Taking a cue from her mother, Nikki slid her fingers out of Susan’s pussy and moved up to lie beside the older woman. She draped an arm over Mom’s chest and put her head on her shoulder. They kissed softly. Susan wrapped her arm around Nikki’s shoulder and held her close as they lay together in the afterglow of the most amazing sexual experience either of them had ever had.

Without looking up, Nikki whispered, “Mom, I love you more than anything.”

Susan’s heart swelled, and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She quietly responded, “I love you too, baby.”

Mother and daughter lay together, covered in sweat, smelling strongly of sex. They held each other until they began to feel cold, then slipped under the covers. They kissed lovingly. “Goodnight, my love,” Susan said.

“Goodnight, Mom,” Nikki responded.

They hugged each other close, shut their eyes and settled into the blankets.

Nikki thought back to the video that she’d watched earlier today, the one that had started these feelings, ‘MILF Mom Seduces Teen Daughter’. Not sure about the seduction part, but the MILF part sure was true. She smiled in the dark room as she lay naked with her mother and eased off to a satisfying slumber.

Susan lay awake for a while longer, with thoughts of what this meant and how it could impact their life. Finally, she accepted that it could not be undone and they would have to accept it, like they had accepted everything for the last nineteen years, together.

With that, she let herself go and was soon asleep.

The End

by Ebo

Dana was a little disappointed to see her stepmother in jeans and a blouse. Not that she didn’t look good, the pants molding to her body in all the right places. She’d just been hoping for the little black dress.

Penny saw her looking, smiled, “I had my little black dress on, but I didn’t think it would be good for either one of us.”

“You’re probably right,” she said, blushing when her step-mother laughed.

In the car, her stepmother asked, “Where do you want to eat?”

“Somewhere with burritos,” Dana said, strapping in.

“Mexican food it is,” she said, pulling out of the driveway. At the end of the block, she glanced at Dana, said, “Can I ask you a kind of personal question?”

“Um, sure,” Dana said, cringing. The question that followed that one was rarely good.

“The things you write about,” she said, pulling up to a stop sign, “have you… done any of them?”

“Oh,” Dana said, blushing.

“I don’t want details,” Penny said, laughing, “this is a mom question and not a perv question.”

“No,” Dana said, which was the truth. So far, she hadn’t done anything.

“I didn’t think so,” Penny said, driving through the intersection.

Dana looked at her for an explanation. Seeing the look, Penny said, “Some of the things you write aren’t quite right. Not too obvious, just stuff you wouldn’t have missed if you’d actually had sex. I used to think Dfox was a guy. Nothing wrong with guy writers, they just don’t always get the details right.”

“What’s wrong with my stories?” Dana asked, frowning.

“Nothing I can see from where I sit,” Penny said, glancing away from the road to smile at her.

“But you just said–” Dana started but Penny held up her hand.

“Love, your stories are wonderful, sexy. Knowing what I know now, they are even more so. Don’t change a thing about them.”

“Then why did you bring it up?” she asked, frowning.

“Just being a concerned parent,” she said, then laughed, “or something like that.”

“Concerned parent?”

“You are thirteen,” she said, glancing away from the road.

“I’m aware of that,” Dana said, laughing.

“You’re also writing erotica aimed at people who like girls your age,” she said, shaking her head. “You are swimming in some sharky waters, Dana. I just want you to be safe.”

Dana smiled, touched by her concern.

“It’s probably safe to email me, but you shouldn’t give anyone else your email.”

“I use a dummy email account for Leslita, and the information is completely false,” Dana said, then gave her stepmother a look. “Just ‘probably safe’?”

Penny winked at Dana and said, “I think I’ve proven my intentions aren’t completely innocent when I gave you my old laptop and sent you that email.”

“What email?”

“You didn’t check your email before we left?” Penny asked.

“No, why,” Dana asked, then grinned, “did you send me a naughty email?”

Penny just laughed.

“What does it say?” she asked.

“You’ll have to wait until we get home,” Penny said.

“That’s not cool,” Dana said, groaning. She didn’t think she could wait that long. The anticipation would surely kill her.

“A little anticipation can be fun,” Penny said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Dana said, shaking her head, “you aren’t the one waiting. Can you at least give me a hint?”

“How did you come up with the little black dress theme from your last email?” Penny asked, instead of answering her.

Dana blushed, not sure she wanted to talk about it in person. It was easy to say those sexy things in writing, but face to face…

“I… I like that dress. It… it looks great on you,” Dana said, shyly.

“Oh,” Penny said, smiling at the compliment, “Thanks, Dana.”

“The rest of the email… It just sort of came to me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, kid. It got me all hot and bothered,” her stepmother said, making her laugh, “then that line this morning, ‘why don’t you ask the boys at school’. You should be ashamed of yourself, teasing me like that. Couldn’t get that image out of my head all morning.”

She had to smile, pleased that she had turned her stepmother on.

“I was inspired,” Penny said, pulling into the parking lot of El Toro Loco, “to admit my own little fantasy.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine what Penny’s ‘little fantasy’ could be.

Inside, they ordered some food. After the server was gone, Penny turned to Dana and said, “I’ve got to ask. How did you end up writing stories for Lesbian Lolita?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Dana said, “That’s a long story.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Penny said, making it sound like she really wanted Dana too.

Giving her stepmother a weighing look, she had to ask, “Is this the concerned parent or fellow erotica writer asking?”

“Both,” Penny said, laughing, “for completely different reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“Well, I guess it is the same reason but with different intentions. The concerned parent in me wonders how a thirteen-year-old girl ends up on a site like Lesbian Lolita. The site isn’t just something you stumble upon. You have to go looking for it.”

“And you want to know why I went looking,” Dana said, smiling at her.

Penny met her eyes, gave her a look that was hard to read, part love and part sadness and some other emotions not readily identifiable, “I love you like my own daughter, Dana. You know that, right?”

A little embarrassed, Dana nodded.

“I wasn’t kidding about the waters being sharky, Dana. You are in some rough seas and it worries me to death.”

Feeling a burst of warmth for the woman, she gave her an affectionate smile, “I love you, too, Penny. You think hearing my story will put your mind at ease?”

“I hope so,” she said, meeting Dana’s eyes. The concern was clear in her face and again Dana’s heart swelled for her stepmother.

“Well… I guess I should start with I’ve always liked to write. I wrote my first story when I was eight about a magical unicorn and a princess.”

Penny smiled, “I remember that story. I think I read it to you about a dozen times at bedtime.”

“So, you see the writing isn’t something new,” she said, pausing as their food arrived, “I think that is important to remember.”

“Okay,” her step-mother said.

“I was riding my bike one day during summer vacation — I think I was ten, at the time. I rode past the Yoder’s place, about a block up…”

Penny recognized the name, Dana saw. The woman started grinning, “You mean Alison Yoder’s place?”

“Yes,” Dana said, blushing as she saw the knowing smile on her stepmother’s face, “I take it you’ve noticed her before, too.”

“It’s hard not to,” Penny said, laughing, “she does yoga on her front lawn in her bikini. Everyone on the block has ‘noticed her’.”

“The first time I saw her,” she said, her face hot, “I was enthralled by her. I must have rode my bike up and down the street a dozen times, just drifting by so I could watch her a little longer. When she finally went back inside, I came home, and only then did I notice how sore my legs were.”

Penny laughed around a bite of food, put her hand over her mouth, “Sorry. It’s not funny.”

“No, it kind of is,” Dana said, grinning sheepishly, “Only ten and I knew I was attracted to women. Not so much girls, but women.”

“Ah,” Penny said, nodding.

“So, you see where this is going?”

“I have a pretty good idea. You were traumatized by Alison’s incredible body,” her step-mother said with a playful grin.

“Pretty much,” Dana said, laughing. “Maybe I would’ve been a lesbian anyhow, but seeing her in Downward Facing Dog definitely nudged me in that direction. Especially when my morning bike rides always seemed to take me past her place when she was doing yoga.”

Penny snorted, “Only ten and already a horn dog.”

“Hey, I was in love,” Dana said, laughing around a mouthful of food. She blushed when Penny gave her a mother look for that “Sorry.”

“So, how did your infatuation with the very limber Ms. Yoder lead to Lesbian Lolita?”

“In one word,” she said, having swallowed, “Google.”

“Ah,” Penny said, nodding. Dana got the feeling she could stop her story there and her stepmother would still understand. Hell, maybe she did.

“I guess you could say Alison opened my eyes. I started noticing beautiful women all around me. Present company included.”

Penny gave her a grin, “Thanks.”

“Then there was the Wild Things incident,” Dana said, taking a big bite out of her chicken taco.

“Wild Things incident?”

“Dad rented the movie Wild Things…”

“Oh, yeah,” Penny said, nodding, “we made you go upstairs because it wasn’t appropriate for a young girl to watch.”

“Well, it was the worst thing you could have done.”

Penny frowned at her, then started laughing, “You googled ‘Wild Things’.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, grinning.

“Let me guess,” she said, still laughing, “You got an eyeful. Maybe liked it but were at least curious, clicked on another link, something related to the movie…”

“It was my introduction to porn,” Dana said, her voice low, “even with safe search on, Google used to be riddled with it.”

“Very true,” Penny said, laughing, “although it is kind of funny hearing a young girl say it.”

“Then I figured out how to turn the safe search off,” Dana said, blushing, “then things got really interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?”

“Anyway,” Dana said, taking a deep breath, “I won’t walk you through all the steps that lead to Lesbian Lolita. I’m sure you get the idea, anyway.”

Penny nodded, sitting back in her chair, “Thanks for telling me, Dana. I’ll sleep easier at night knowing.”

Frowning, she asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Your story was kind of sweet, innocent. I was worried it would be a lot darker,” she said in a way that let Dana know not to ask for more information.

Dana finished her tacos, wondered what kind of things Penny had imagined. She had read enough stories on Lesbian Lolita to know it wasn’t always a happy story. Again, she felt a burst of warmth for the woman, that she was concerned about her.

“The pervy writer in me has to ask,” she said, leaning forward so she could keep her voice low, “when you discovered porn, you were what eleven? Did you ever, you know?”

Blushing, Dana said, “You mean, did I ever have my hand in my Hello Kitty panties while I was looking at two women having sex?”

“See, there you go again. Teasing me, putting images in my head,” Penny said, grinning.

Dana winked at her, didn’t answer the question. She didn’t tell her about finding videos of girls playing with themselves, about trying it herself. It became one of her favorite pastimes.

Her dad still wasn’t home by the time they pulled into the driveway, so she ran upstairs to check her email. Her breathing was little funny as she waited for her computer to boot up but it had nothing to do with the sprint up the stairs. So excited, she couldn’t stop grinning.

Finally, she could access her email, opened the new message from her step-mother:

You don’t have a little black dress, but maybe I should buy you one. Something slinky and cute. Mmm, maybe I will.

There is this one thing you used to do that so innocently drove me crazy. As a young girl, you’d walk around in just your panties and a t-shirt, unaware what you were doing to me. Sometimes I wondered if you could feel me looking at you. Surely you must because I couldn’t look away.

I was sad when you outgrew that phase. You were about ten or so when you started being self-conscious of your body. I guess it is for the best. If you still walked around in just panties and a t-shirt now, I’m not sure how much self-control I’d have. Your pudgy little girl body has given way to a sleek young woman’s, something I’ve noticed with a mix of sadness and pride. I miss that little girl I fell in love with when I met your father but I’m more than curious to see what kind of woman you grow into.

I know I said it’s for the best, but I still wonder what it would be like, if you still walked around the house in just a clingy shirt and panties. When I close my eyes, I can almost see you, leaning one hip against the sink, eating an apple, your lovely legs bare.

Dana was grinning by the time she finished reading. She wondered if Penny was exaggerating how she used to look at her. She’d never noticed the woman paying her more than the appropriate attention. Then again, she hadn’t known then what she knew now.

Giggling, she wondered what Penny would think if she walked by without any pants on right now. Just cruise by in panties and a t-shirt. The idea got stuck in her head, going around and around until she found herself seriously considering it. It would be kind of exciting, crossing that line.

She got off her bed and went to the window, looked down at the driveway. Her father’s car still wasn’t there. It was just her and her step-mother here.

Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the door to her room. Did she dare?

Giggling, she wriggled out of her jeans. Her heart was racing as she moved to the door. She paused with her hand on the door, made sure she really wanted to do this. The nervous giggle that escaped her was answer enough and she opened the door.

She spotted her stepmother in the kitchen, doing the dishes. Before the woman saw her, she took a deep breath to muster her nerve, then walked through the archway. She had to bite her lip to keep an excited giggle in check as she went to the fridge and got a Coke.

Before she turned around, she felt eyes on her, heard her stepmother lose her grip on the plate she was washing. It splashed water onto the floor as it fell back into the sink. She had to keep her face in the fridge a moment longer, get herself under control. Finally, she had her face set, closed the door and turned around.

Penny was grinning at her, shaking her head, “You are playing with fire, young lady.”

“What on earth do you mean?” she said, leaning against the counter. She shivered as the woman looked her up and down, made no attempt to hide her interest.

“I take it you read my email,” Penny said, her voice a little funny.

“Maybe,” she said, grinning, “or maybe I just forgot my pants.”

“Well, you better remember them before your father gets home,” Penny said, the dishes forgotten in the sink.

“I guess you’re right,” she said, pushing away from the counter. She walked past Penny to the archway, shivering when she felt the woman’s eyes follow her.

“Dana,” her stepmother called as she crossed the threshold. Pausing she looked back over her shoulder at her, “it was even better than I imagined.”

Smiling playfully, Dana winked at her. She made sure to roll her hips as she walked away, felt her stepmother’s eyes on her backside until she disappeared from her line of sight. Only then did she let out the nervous giggle that she had been holding in.

“Oh God,” she laughed, running her hand through her hair, “that was so bad.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, she hurried to her room. She flopped on her bed, grinning up at the ceiling. The adrenaline pumping through her veins had her jittery, her hand shaking.

I can’t believe I just did that, she thought, laughing.

She and Penny had crossed a line when they decided to keep emailing even after they found out the truth. Or more accurately, Dana had crossed the line with that first email, then Penny had followed her with the second one. Now, Dana had done it, again, stepped even further over that line. She had been teasing, flirting with Penny. Not online or by email but in person. Not even just flirting, but playing into an admitted fantasy of the woman.

It had been spontaneous and impulsive, exciting, and she was pretty sure a bad idea, but she was glad she had done it.

“No regrets,” she said, out loud.

***

She was pretty sure her father was asleep by now. He had looked dead on his feet by the time he finally made it home. She felt reasonably safe about fishing her laptop from its hiding place and booting it up.

Opening her email, she saw a new email from her step-mother. Grinning, she opened it:

Shame on you. All I could think about was the tick of your backside in those cute, white panties all evening and night. Your poor father was trying to tell me about his day and I couldn’t concentrate. So here I am, laying in bed, thinking bad thoughts, again. So, I say again, shame on you.

Giggling, she hit Reply, then hesitated. What should she write? Finally she put her fingers to the keys and typed: Bad thoughts, huh? I had a few of my own. I can still feel your eyes on me. It made me feel sexy, the way you looked at me. It made me never want to wear pants, again.

Reading what she had written, she giggled excitedly. The thought of sending the email sent a shiver up her spine. She hit Enter before she could think better of it. Another shiver worked through her and she put her hand to her mouth.

Much further and she wouldn’t even be able to see the line they’d crossed.

A little window popped up in the corner of her screen and she saw her step-mother’s handle, P.anna1980 and this message:

P.anna1980: What are you doing still awake? Other than putting more bad thoughts in my head?

She saw a cursor flashing on the screen and pushed a key as an experiment. She grinned when the letter appeared on the screen. Her step-mother had opened the chat option in their email service. Deleting the random letter, she typed: I only used to be able to write at this time of night. Old habits die hard.

P.anna1980: Ah.

Dana typed: Is it safe to be doing this?

P.anna1980: I’m in the bathroom, leaning against the bathtub.

Laughing, she typed: Want some company?

P.anna1980: Um, sure.

Dana closed her computer, got out of bed. She was dressed for bed in a tank top and panties, didn’t bother putting anything else on. Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom, knocked lightly on the door. Her step-mother opened the door, let her in. She locked it behind them.

The woman was also dressed for bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt that fell to her knees. She had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, had her contacts out and her glasses on. Dana thought she looked cute like this, kind of nerdy chic.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” her stepmother said.

An awkward silence fell between them. Neither knew what to say next. They just kind of stood there, not looking at each other. Finally, Dana sat down on the floor, leaned against the tub. Penny looked at her for a second, then followed suit, sat beside her.

Penny finally said, “Is this what you were wearing to bed?”

Smiling, Dana said, “Yeah.”

“Didn’t change for me?”

“Didn’t have to, but I could have grabbed some shorts or something. Didn’t, though.”

“No, you didn’t,” Penny said, looking sideways at her.

“Getting any more bad thoughts?” Dana teased, smiling at her.

“A couple,” her stepmother said, laughing.

“Like what?”

Penny gave her a look, frowning, “You really want to know?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded.

Her stepmother rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. She glanced at Dana, then down at her lap. Finally, she said in a low voice, “I was thinking about pulling you onto my lap.”

Jittery with nervous energy, Dana crawled onto the woman’s lap, sat sideways across her legs, so her flank was pressed against Penny’s stomach. Her heart was racing. Penny looked at her sitting in her lap, her face hard to read.

A little anxious, she asked, “What are you thinking about now?”

“I’m thinking I shouldn’t tell you what I’m thinking,” Penny said, her breathing a little funny. It was shallow and fast and Dana sensed her excitement.

“It’s too late to overthink this now,” Dana said, smiling at her, “what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’d like to kiss you,” Penny said.

Before she could lose her nerve, Dana leaned in and kissed her stepmother, shivering as their lips touched. She opened her mouth just a little, just enough so Penny’s tongue could caress hers, draw her into a deeper kiss than she had intended.

It was her first kiss, lingering and sweet, and it left her trembling all over. When their lips finally parted, she couldn’t contain the nervous giggle that escaped her.

Her stepmother looked as flustered as she felt, different emotions fighting for supremacy on her face. Finally, she just shook her head and smiled, “I really didn’t want to like that. I hoped I’d do it and it wouldn’t be anything special, and I could finally get the urge out of my head. But you are a nice kisser.”

“Really?”

“You don’t think you’re a good kisser?” Penny asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I don’t know,” she said, then added shyly, “this was my first time.”

“Oh,” Penny said, a surprised look on her face.

Blushing, Dana went on, “I mean, I’ve read about it, studied how to do it online, but this is the first time my research has paid off.”

Laughing, said,“Paid off, huh?”

Her cheeks still red, she said, “I was really okay?”

“It was a lovely kiss, Dana,” she said, then frowned, “all those kisses in your story and you’ve never had one of your own?”

“No,” Dana said.

“Then you must be a helluva researcher, because you got them right.”

“Thanks,” Dana said, then added, “but they used to be just words on a page. I was rewriting what I’d read about kissing. But now…”

“Now, you know what it is like…” Penny said, nodding.

Smiling shyly, Dana said, “And I want to do it again.”

Penny gave her a look, then sighed, “Yeah, so do I.”

Her stepmother didn’t pull away when Dana kissed her, again. The woman drew her deeper into the kiss, made her almost dizzy with excitement. The woman didn’t seem in any rush to break it, their tongues dancing.

Finally, Penny broke the kiss, said, “We need to stop.”

A little disappointed, Dana still knew she was right. She was becoming painfully aware how little clothing separated their bodies, the proximity. If they didn’t stop now, she wasn’t sure they ever would. She nodded, got off her step-mother’s lap.

Penny looked at her and she couldn’t help but start giggling. The woman started grinning, then laughing, too. She put an arm around Dana’s shoulder, pulled her into a hug. They stayed like that, Dana molded against her stepmother’s flank.

“So, that really happened,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she said, her lips tingling from the kiss, “I can finally write an honest making out scene.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Well, I’m glad I could help with your research.”

“You know, you pointed out that my stories need a little work. There is a whole lot of other stuff you could help me… research.”

Penny gave her a surprised look, then grinned, “Wow. Be careful. I just might take you up on the offer.”

The grin made it hard to breath and Dana had to look away. Her face felt hot as she flushed in excitement.

Laughing, Penny gave her a squeeze, “Go to bed.”

“Like I could sleep now,” Dana said, laughing.

“Then go write me something sexy to read,” Penny said, then added, “oh, what about the story you were writing yesterday. Is it finished?”

Blushing, Dana stammered “N-no. Not quite.”

“Am I going to get to read it before it posts on Leslita?”

“I’m not sure I’m going to post it,” she said, looking away. Please don’t ask why, she thought.

Her stepmother looked at her a long moment, then shrugged.

Feeling brave, Dana said, “I might let you read it when it’s finished.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, shyly.

***

…My heart was racing as I walked into the kitchen. Sensing me, my stepmother looked way from the dishes she was washing. I pretended not to notice her eyes widening as I went to the fridge for a drink. Her eyes were hot on me and I shivered deliciously. Straightening up, I closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, let her look at me.

It was a dangerous game I was playing, my father due home at any second, but that only made it more thrilling. My stepmother had admitted a fantasy to me, that she liked when I walked around the house in just panties and t-shirt. She drank in my bare legs, the cute white panties I wore. I couldn’t help shivering, again.

I left her then, felt her watching me as I exited the kitchen. It was just a little thing, just a tease but I was jittery with excitement as I climbed the stairs to my room. Glancing at the clock, I didn’t even open the drink, didn’t need caffeine on top of the adrenaline in my system. Instead, I slipped into a pair of gym shorts and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I was rinsing my mouth when I heard a light tapping on the door, then it opened before I could call out that someone was in here. My step-mother poked her head in, put her finger to her lips. Curious, I watched her step into the bathroom, then close and lock the door behind her. She came to me and I found myself in her arms. She laughed when I had to spit so I could kiss her.

“My husband is asleep in the next room, so we’ll have to be quiet.”

“You mean, Dad,” I said, laughing.

“My husband,” she insisted.

It dawned on me that we were playing the game, again. In fact, I remembered Dad wasn’t even home, yet. Smiling, I said, “Is this a good idea, then?”

“He is a sound sleeper,” she said, kissing me then, “and I missed you too much to stay away.”

I slipped from her arms, turned so I could rinse my toothbrush and put it up. She molded against me, her breasts mashed against my back. Her arms slipped around my waist and she smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled back.

“It’s shameless,” she said, letting her hands roam up my stomach to cup my breasts through my thin cotton t-shirt, “the way you tease me. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Her hands teased a moan from me and I pushed back against her, let her know I didn’t want her to stop. She didn’t, not until I could hardly take it anymore. When she took hold of my shirt, I lifted my arms so she could remove it. I shivered as the cool air caressed my bare breasts. My step-mother was looking at me in the mirror, her eyes shining with desire at the sight of me. I shivered again, but not from the cold.

She wasn’t satisfied with me topless, her fingers hooking in the waistband of my shorts. She raked them, along with my panties down my long legs and helped me step out of them. Naked, I wondered what the woman had in mind for me. My mind was racing with the possibilities and my heart was sprinting to keep up.

“You are such a beautiful girl,” she said, her hands roaming over me. The purr in her voice, the tingling her touch awoke in my skin made my knees weak with desire. I wanted her to say it, again. To tell me I was beautiful, again. And I never wanted her hands to stop their caresses.

I had my hands on the counter and my fingers tightened on the marble as her hand slipped down my belly and between my thighs. Her eyes met mine in the mirror as she touched me there, her fingers sending little waves of pleasure through me. It was intimate and sexy and I couldn’t catch my breath to let out the moan stuck in my throat. Those lazy circles she was making with her fingers had rendered me speechless. Then I found my voice suddenly and a shuddering moan ripped from my slack mouth.

“Shh,” my stepmother teased, knowing I couldn’t be quiet if I tried. What she was doing to me felt too good to keep quiet.

My grip on the vanity was in danger of cracking the marble. I was holding on for dear life. Those little waves of pleasure had swelled, fueled by the storm of pleasure building inside of me. They crashed through me harder and harder. I was biting my lip to keep quiet but it wasn’t doing any good.

My face was pinched in pleasure and I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see my reflection, how goofy I looked.

“Open your eyes,” my stepmother said, softly, “I want you to see what your little stunt downstairs made me do.”

I opened my eyes, even though it was hard to keep them open. They kept wanting to squeeze shut at the intense sensations alive in my young body. I still thought I looked funny, my eyes glazed and my mouth slack in pleasure, so I looked past my reflection at my stepmother’s. The woman was grinning playfully, her eyes bright with mischief.

That grin got to me, turned me on even more than I already was. The storm my stepmother’s able fingers had awakened in me gathered force and produced a monster of a wave, a tsunami. Then it battered me, shook me to pieces. Only my stepmother’s arms around me kept me on my feet as I came, my whole body trembling against her.

“I got you,” she said, holding me as I recovered.

Finally, I turned into her, kissed her deeply. When my hands found her breasts, she pulled back and grinned at me, said, “Not tonight, love. You’ll get your chance to repay me, but not tonight.”

Then she was gone and I was left to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom, trying to understand what had just happened.

Dana looked down at the laptop, tried to make her hands stop shaking. Just like the last time she had written something for this story, she was a mess. Something about it got to her even more than her other stories. Probably because the elements of her own life that she’d tied into the story and writing in first person made it more intimate, personal.

Saving the document, she opened her web browser, accessed one of her favorite sites. Her heart started beating a little faster at the thumbnail images for the pornographic videos. She didn’t see anything in the new videos that grabbed her attention, so she clicked her mouse in the Search bar. Her fingers on the keys, she hesitated, not sure what she wanted to see. Then she thought about her story, about the surprise visit by the step-mother. Grinning, she typed: lesbian bathroom.

She laughed at some of the ridiculous scenes her search produced, never ceased to be amazed by the variety of things people were into. There were videos ranging from girls peeing in the sink to one Japanese girl dry humping the countertop to more mundane sex in its many variations. One thumbnail caught her attention, featuring a youngish teen being fondled from behind by an older woman while she was brushing her teeth. It was close enough to her story that it piqued her interest.

Clicking on it, she set her computer to one side to free up her hands and lap. As the scene began, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and raked them down her long legs. She tossed them on the bed beside her, her eyes focused on the screen. She grinned when the video turned out to be a mother/daughter fantasy.

The teen girl was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top and was bent over the sink brushing her teeth. The mother, in her robe, was leaning against the door jam, admiring the girl’s backside. Finally, she enters the bathroom, presses against the girl, startling her. The daughter relaxes when she sees who it is, melts against the older woman.

Dana felt the first tingle of excitement as she watched the mother reach around to fondle her daughter’s breasts. Her hand slid between her thighs as heat blossomed there and she moaned as her fingers caressed her tender bud. Her eyes never left the screen as she played with herself.

On the screen, the mother began undressing the younger girl, first her tank top, then her shorts. The naughty girl wasn’t wearing underwear and was soon very naked. She turned to her mother, who undid the knot in her robe until it fell open.

Dana’s breath caught in her throat at the glimpse of her naked body and she bit her lip to stifle the excited giggle that escaped her. The woman was probably thirty-five, slim and shapely. Dana’s heart was racing as the woman shrugged out of the robe completely, let it fall to the floor at her feet. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s long legs, the flare of her hips and her flat belly, the pale swells of her full breasts and the dark thatch of pubic hair above her sex. She looked so tempting, so sexy that Dana hardly noticed the daughter anymore.

Her fingers were a blur, her hips gyrating against her hand in perfect counter-rhythm. The two women on the screen were kissing and touching, their bodies molded together. Dana watched the older woman’s hands roam over the girl’s back and buttocks, up into her long hair. It was very sexy, intimate and Dana was a little jealous of the teenager.

She wondered how it would feel to have someone touch her like that. A naughty little shiver worked through her as she thought about her step-mother’s hands on her back and buttocks. She blushed when one of those hands slipped between the teen’s thighs and she wondered about that, too.

The teen leaned against the sink, spread her legs wide for her step-mother. The woman grinned and sank to her knees in front of her. Even with the sound off, Dana could almost hear the girl’s moans as the woman’s mouth found her bald sex, her able tongue torturing the teen’s clit. The enjoyment was all over her face.

It was too much for Dana and she felt herself beginning to come. She gasped as her body clenched up, then shook itself loose. Trembling all over, she slipped her hand from between her thighs, paused the video. She drifted on the tide of endorphins flooding her bloodstream, smiling at the frozen image on her screen.

Even through her post-orgasmic haze, she noticed something strange. Under the video, was a flashing red rectangle that said Download. She’d been coming to this site for a while now and had never noticed the option before. Frowning, she clicked on it and sure enough, the download menu opened. It showed the folder last saved in and she started grinning at the sight of all the videos saved there. Scrolling through them, she was surprised to see they were mostly lesbian videos, with the occasional straight video thrown in for good measure. More than that, she noticed a theme to her stepmother’s downloads, that of older women and younger girls.

She noticed an unnamed folder, clicked on it. It appeared to be empty, then she remembered it only showed like file types in the save menu. Exiting the folder, she wondered what files it contained.

Maybe it’s her stories, she thought, grinning.

She saved the video she had been watching and,, while it downloaded, she went in search of the video folder. Finding it, she located the unnamed folder, took a deep breath, and clicked on it. She gasped, then started giggling at all the image files it contained. As she scrolled through the thumbnails, she realized they were all girls about her age, say ten to fourteen. Mostly just photos of girls in bikinis or their underwear, the occasional costume, but a few of them were a bit more than that. She saw a few topless girls, even a few nude.

She was blushing as she closed out the folder. She didn’t know what to think about her stepmother’s collection. She knew she shouldn’t be all that surprised by it, knew the woman liked young girls. After reading all of her stories, it would be hard to deny that. Looking at the folder icon, she pictured Penny looking at those images, her eyes bright with excitement at all those young bodies on display.

Curiously, it didn’t bother her, not at all. If anything, it filled her with this funny sense of hope.

Continue to: Chapter Four!

by Ebo

A lovely short novel from one of our favorite erotic authors: Ebo, the proprietor of the Black Lingerie story site… which you need to get acquainted with yesterday, if you aren’t already. This story takes its sweet time getting to the actual sex, but the journey there is steamy indeed. True connoisseurs of the genre will be ecstatic. Enjoy.

*****

“Can I talk to you a minute?”

Fresh off the school bus, Dana Harris had barely made it in the door when she heard those words. She saw her stepmother leaning against the archway leading into the kitchen. The woman had a glass of wine in her hand, looked like it might not be the first one she had had today.

Frowning, “About what?”

“Go put up your backpack. I’ll be in the kitchen,” she said, turning into the room.

Dana blinked after her, wondered what in the world she wanted to talk about. Shrugging, she went upstairs, dumped her backpack on her bed. She kicked out of her shoes, then headed for the bathroom. Business taken care of, she headed back down to see what her stepmother wanted.

Coming into the kitchen she saw the woman at the island, sipping her glass of wine. Dana came to a halt when she she saw the notebook with the fuzzy kitten cover sitting on the counter top, her stomach sinking around her knees. She couldn’t draw a breath past the knot of fear in her throat, and she felt hot with adrenaline.

“Have a seat before you fall down,” her stepmother said, coming to her side. Dana let herself be led to the center island, sat on one of the stools.

The damning notebook was right in front of her. She looked down at the fuzzy kitten and thought, The end of my life shouldn’t look so cute.

Her stepmother went to the cabinet, turned around with a second wine glass in her hand. She sat it in front of Dana, then poured about two inches of deep red wine. Dana looked at the glass, then at her stepmother. The woman only smiled, sat down across from her.

“Where do we begin,” she said, sipping her wine, “I guess we should start with the notebook.”

Dana thought she was going to throw up.

“You really needed a better hiding place than your desk drawer,” the woman said, pulling the notebook in front of her. She opened it and started flipping pages.

Dana could see the paragraphs penned on the pages and her shoulders fell. They were just too heavy with guilt to hold up anymore.

“Then again,” her stepmother said, still flipping pages, “I wouldn’t have known to look for the notebook if not for the snooper program your father had me install on your computer.”

Gasping, Dana finally met her stepmother’s eyes. As damning as the notebook was, her browsing history was even worse. She could hear the executioner grinding his ax.

“Lucky for you,” the woman said, smiling at Dana, “your father is a bit of a dummy when it comes to computers. I was able to fudge the reports enough to cover your tracks.”

Dumbfounded, Dana said, “My tracks?”

“Oh, you probably thought you were being clever when you deleted your browser history but that wouldn’t fool the program. Or even me, if I decided to snoop. What teenage girl doesn’t have a browser history a mile long on her computer?”

Her stepmother was still smiling, her tone friendly. It completely baffled Dana. Surely she had seen what she was browsing, must have read the things in the notebook. Why wasn’t she being yelled at? She should be in so much trouble right now.

“We’ll come back to that, though,” she said, then pointed at the glass of wine, “you can drink that if you need to. You look about ready to jump out of your skin if I said ‘boo’.”

“Drink it? It’s wine,” Dana said, looking at the thick red liquid.

Her stepmother only smiled at her, went on, “I was reading the report from your computer. I was a little surprised how many of the sites I recognized.”

Blinking, Dana parroted, “Recognized?”

She laughed and said, “You know, your father was convinced you were on drugs. You’ve been so secretive lately, caged off. He was certain you were getting high. I guess you were in a way, just on a drug of a different kind.”

“What are you talking about?” Dana said, frowning. This whole conversation had a surreal feel to it, wasn’t going anything like she had expected.

Her stepmother must have found what she was looking for, because she stopped flipping pages. Turning the notebook, she pushed it in front of Dana. Finishing off her wine, she got up and poured more into her glass. Leaning against the sink, she said, “One site in particular grabbed my attention. Can you guess which one?”

She shook her head. How could she possibly know which one of the websites she frequented her stepmother recognized? The fact that she knew any of them was a bit of a revelation. She wouldn’t have guessed the woman was the type.

“Lesbian Lolita,” her step-mother said, still leaning against the sink, “a collection of lovely stories about underage girls and their lesbian experiences.”

The phrase ‘lovely stories’ messed with her brain, spun around and around her head without finding purchase. Her stepmother thought stories about young girls having sex with other young girls or older women was ‘lovely’?

“There is this new author whose been posting stories, goes by the name Dfox,” her stepmother said.

Dana gasped, her eyes growing wide. Did the woman know? Had she figured it out?

“I’m quite fond of the stories Dfox writes. I’ve read every one she has posted,” the woman said, sipping her wine. “One story in particular always got to me. I must have read it a dozen times since she posted it. It is a sexy little tale called…”

“’The Next Door Neighbor’,” Dana said, reading the title of the story in front of her.

“’The Next Door Neighbor’,” her step-mother confirmed.

She’d never been drunk before, only knew the effects of alcohol from what she had seen on TV but she needed something now. Anything. She picked up the glass and took a healthy swallow, grimacing at the bitter taste.

Laughing, her stepmother said, “Don’t worry. The second one always tastes better.”

The second gulp was just a bitter as the first, but the warmth it ignited in her belly was nice. She found the courage to look at her step-mother, tried to read her expression. She didn’t know what to make of the curious look the woman was favoring her with.

“So you really are Dfox?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, waiting to see what happened next.

The woman ran her hand through her hair and laughed nervously, “Wow, this is so messed up.”

Dana raised her eyebrows questioningly.

Blushing, her stepmother said, “Do me a favor and finish your glass?”

“Why?”

“Trust me, you’re going to need it,” her stepmother said, finishing off her own.

Something told her to listen to the woman and she finished the glass in a few swallows. The fire in her belly was spreading and she was starting to feel fuzzy around the edges. She sat the empty glass on the table, frowned when her stepmother poured the last of the bottle into it.

She was only thirteen and thin, didn’t even weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. One glass of wine was already going to her head. She didn’t think she’d need another.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I like your writing,” her stepmother said, sitting down, “it reminds me a little of another writer on the site, Penny For Your Thoughts.”

Dana gasped in surprise, hearing the name of her favorite author said out loud. She loved the woman’s work, had read everything she had posted. Penny For Your Thoughts’ stories were the whole reason she’d started writing in the first place.

She was flattered that her stepmother compared to the woman, even if she didn’t see it.

“Your stories are like the flip side of hers, told through the eyes of the girl instead of the woman’s,” her stepmother said, smiling at her, “the ying to her yang.”

“You really think so? I love her stories,” Dana said, blushing when the woman gave her a look. “She’s my favorite author.”

“Did you know Ann is actually my middle name?” her stepmother asked, wringing her hands nervously.

Frowning, Dana said, “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” she said, meeting her eyes, “I never use my first name, I think it’s goofy.”

“What is it,” Dana asked, getting the feeling she might already know. She just couldn’t believe it was true.

“Penelope,” she said, shaking her head. “My friends used to call me Penny, for short.”

It was a good thing she was sitting down because that little bit of information would have floored her. She stared at the woman, stunned by the turn of events.

“You are Penny For Your Thoughts?”

Standing up, Penny said, “Come on. I want to give you something.”

Dana got to her feet, giggling at how funny her legs felt. She followed the woman out of the kitchen and upstairs. She kept a death grip on the handrail, not completely trusting her balance at the moment. They went to the master bedroom and Penny opened the walk-in closet. Standing on tippy toes, she fished something off the top shelf. Dana saw it was a satchel of some sort when she turned back around.

Penny held it out to her, said, “Be sure to hide this better than you hid your notebook.”

“What is it?”

“My old laptop,” her step-mother said, smiling at her.

“You are giving me your laptop?”

“Well, you can’t write on your own, can you?”

“Write,” she parroted, more than a little surprised.

Laughing, Penny put a hand on her shoulder and slurred, “I’m a horrible stepmother, I know, but I’m a huge fan of your writing. I’ve been burning through batteries like crazy, reading your stories.”

That startled a laugh from Dana, and she blushed at the mental image it conjured in her mind. The thought of her stepmother masturbating while reading one of her stories was a little weird. It made her smile though, hearing her writing was being appreciated. Really, really appreciated, from the sound of it.

“Sorry, that was inappropriate,” she said, and Dana got the feeling she wasn’t sorry, not at all.

“It’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment,” she said, laughing.

“Good,” she said, nodding, “Go put that up somewhere and come downstairs. We have much to talk about, you and me.”

*****

Stretched out on her bed, Dana hoped the room would stop spinning. Her one glass of wine had became four, which was probably two more than she should have had. Still, she had to smile. She had just had the coolest, weirdest and most inappropriate conversation she’d ever had with an adult. She had gotten drunk for the first time. And she had met her favorite author. Not too shabby for a Thursday afternoon.

“Crazy,” she said out loud, giggling at how slurred her voice sounded.

She and her stepmother — no, Penny, as she wanted to be called when her father wasn’t around — had talked about stories they liked, about ideas they had. It had been kind of awkward at first, talking about such dirty things with her stepmother, but the wine loosened her up and she got surprisingly comfortable with the woman. She talked about her writing, how she found Lesbian Lolita, how Penny’s stories had inspired her to write.

It was a real bonding moment.

Giggling, she sat up and looked at the laptop on the bed beside her. She kind of wanted to write, but she didn’t think she had the motor skills for it right now. That thought made her giggle some more.

“I’m drunk,” she slurred, shaking her head. She never expected her first time being inebriated would be with her stepmother.

She pulled the laptop onto her thighs, opened it. Nothing happened when she tried to turn it on, the battery dead from being put up for so long. She set the computer aside, located the power cord and got some juice flowing into the old beast. It powered on this time when she hit the On button.

As she waited for it to go through its warm up process, she touched the keys, wondered if Penny had ever written some of her sexy stories on this laptop. It was possible; Penny For Your Thoughts had been writing for Lesbian Lolita for a long time, had a list of stories a mile long. It made her smile, thinking she would be writing on the same computer her favorite author had.

The computer was finally ready and she accessed the WiFi network set up in the house. A few minutes later, she was on the internet, heading for Lesbian Lolita. When the familiar pink background loaded, she felt her pulse quicken, as it always did when she was here. Checking out the new story section, she saw her latest submission had posted.

A naughty shiver worked through her as she saw her handle Kfox on the screen. Her kinky little story was out there in the world for everyone to see, and that was thrilling. She wondered what her readers would think if they knew she was a thirteen-year-old girl.

Giggling, she opened her email account in another tab, not her personal one but the one she gave to Lesbian Lolita. Something had told her to be careful, hence the second email. The story had only been up hours but already she had three emails from readers. She smiled when she recognized all three, regular readers she loved to death.

The name at the top of the list made her heart skip a beat and her face flushed with excitement. The woman had started emailing her shortly after she started posting and they had become friends. Lately, the emails had become more than just friendly. They had been getting increasingly flirty, sexy. Dana was usually blushing by the time she finished reading them, her heart racing.

She wondered if the woman felt the same, reading the messages she had written. Was she turned on as Dana when she read the things Dana wrote?

She wanted to open that email first, but she made herself open the other two first. She had to smile and giggle excitedly as she read the praise being heaped on her by her fans. It was this kind of response that kept her returning to her keyboard even when the story had become mired down. These people were the reason she kept pushing until the story started rolling, again. She loved everyone of them.

Sending them a short thank you, she felt as light as feather. With that done, she moved onto her bed, put her back against the headboard. Looking at the last email on the list, she felt a shiver work up her spine. Taking a deep breath, she opened the email:

Hey kiddo. It’s your stepmom. Surprise…

“Oh, shit,” she said, her hand going to her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she stared at those three tiny sentences. She sobered up in a hurry as she re-read them, again, and just what they meant sank in.

The woman she’d been flirting with, been sending increasingly sexual messages to, the woman she fantasized about in the dark… was her stepmother. Her face colored as she thought about the things Penny had said to her, wanted to do to her. Then it turned even deeper red as she remembered all the thing she had written back.

There was more to the message, so she kept reading:

You are probably freaking out like I did when I realized what we’d done. I had no idea it was you. Not until I found your notebook. I don’t know what to say right now. I should probably say I’m sorry, but that seems like it would make it worse, somehow…

Dana ran her hand through her hair, nervously. She didn’t know what to think, her thoughts a jumbled mess. Should her stepmother be sorry? She had thought she was talking to another adult. If anyone should be sorry, it was her. She had lied to the woman, after all.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to pretend to be a woman and not just a girl. She wasn’t sure she would have been able to post her stories if she wasn’t an adult. When the emails started rolling in, she just let the readers assume she was an adult. She was a little shocked and amused by what people would say to her when they didn’t know she was a kid. Up until then, she hadn’t been aware of the filter adults used when talking to children.

Some of the things her readers said, she had to look up on the internet. She had learned a lot, maybe too much.

Biting her lower lip, she kept reading:

I need a little bit of time to figure out how I feel about all of this. I’m sure you do, too. We’ll sit down sometime and talk about what to do. Unfortunately, life doesn’t have a rewind button so we can’t go back to the world before I found your notebook, so we’ll just have figure out how to go forward from here.

PS: Love the new story. Hope to see more of the new girl.

That last bit made her smile. Even after all this, her stepmother had taken the time to read her new story.

*****

Sighing, Dana decided that the sandman wasn’t coming anytime soon. She had turned out the lights an hour ago and she was no closer to getting to sleep now than she had been then. Her mind wouldn’t switch off. Not surprising really. She had a lot to process after a day like today.

She rolled onto her back, stared up at the ceiling. The breeze outside stirred the oak tree by her window. She watched its shadow sway on the ceiling, the tree back lit by the street lamp across the street.

Right now, her thoughts were a tangled mess and she knew she wouldn’t be able to get to sleep until she untangled them. Sighing, she picked one thought and started tugging, hoping the knots would slip.

My stepmother knows I write lesbian erotica, she thought, figuring it was as good a place to start as any. She had known it was a possibility, someone finding out. It kind of gave a naughty thrill to the writing. More than once, she had wondered what it would be like, getting caught.

It hadn’t gone anything like she had expected. No angry lectures. No groundings.

She had lucked out; her stepmother is as kinky as she was. What were the odds that the woman being Penny For Your Thoughts? Astronomical, Dana was sure. She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her favorite author was sleeping down the hall from her.

Or lying awake like me, she thought, figuring that was probably the case. After all, Penny had just as much to think about as she did.

Like dominoes falling, her thoughts tumbled to her email tryst. Not for the first time, she blushed as thought about all the dirty things she had said to her stepmother. Would it be hard to look the woman in the eyes in the morning? She had avoided her after reading the email, but couldn’t avoid her forever.

Something she hadn’t thought of before dawned on her, and she felt a twinge of loss. There would be no more sexy emails. It had been fun and exciting, the exchange of naughty messages. More than once, she had masturbated while reading them. Now, that was over.

Bummed out, she sighed.

“I’ll just have to find someone else to send dirty emails to,” she said, out loud. She snorted, shook her head. She didn’t have the first clue how to start up that sort thing with another person. It just sort of happened with her stepmother.

Sighing, she gave up on sleeping. Her mind wasn’t going to let her. Reaching under her bed, she found Penny’s old laptop, pulled it out. She glanced at the door to her room, hesitated with the screen still closed. Finally, she gave in and opened it, figuring everyone else was probably asleep by now. The bright screen stung her eyes, and she had to look away until they adjusted to the glare.

When she could finally look at the screen, she opened her email account. No new emails. Sighing, she started to close out the window, then clicked on the last email from her stepmother. She read it again, clicked on ‘Reply’.

What do I want to say? she wondered, staring at the blank text box. The flashing cursor had her mesmerized. Putting her fingers on the proper keys, she typed the first thing that came to mind:

Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?

She stared at that single sentence, not sure if she really wanted to send it. It was the truth, of course. She wondered how her stepmother would take it, if she sent her this message. Would she think Dana wanted to do something in real life?

Would I do something in real life? she thought, frowning. She’d never thought about her stepmother that way before. She’d been in her life for seven years now and, while she’d never be her real mother, she was family. Dana loved her.

Closing her eyes, she pictured her stepmother. There was no denying Penny was an attractive woman. She was a brunette, her hair worn long and straight, with beautiful blue eyes that seemed to shine in her dark complexion. Slender and leggy, she looked good in jeans or a skirt. Or just about anything, really.

If she wasn’t married to Dana’s father, it would be an easy question.

She looked at the Enter button on the keyboard, biting her lower lip. She lightly caressed it with her index finger, wondered if she dared to press it. Her heart raced as she put a little pressure on the key, but not quite enough to make the contact that would trigger the email to send.

“This is stupid,” she said, pulling her hand away. The right thing to do was to just let the email thing she had had with her stepmother die, to mourn its passing and move on. She knew that.

Sighing, she went to close her email and noticed she had a new message before she finger clicked the mouse. She didn’t save her draft, just opened the new email. It was from her stepmother, or, more accurately, her email handle, and it simply read:

Is it wrong that I’m going to miss our email sessions?

She gasped, her eyes wide. It was word for word what she wanted to ask Penny. She felt a flush of excitement color her cheeks and she smiled. She wasn’t the only one lying awake, missing what they had had.

Clicking in the reply box, she typed : Probably, ?. But I will, too.

Jittery with nervous energy, she hit ENTER and the message was sent.

Oh, God, she thought, shaking her head, I’m flirting with my stepmother!

*****

Her alarm went off way too early and she dragged herself mumbling out of bed. A hot shower woke her up, but she still felt wrung out. She had no idea when she finally fell asleep last night, only that it was late.

Getting out of the shower, she dried off, then wrapped the towel around her still damp body. She tossed her dirty clothes in the hamper, then left the bathroom.

In her room, she pulled the laptop from under the bed, opened her email account. Her pulse quickened as she saw she had a new message. She clicked on her inbox, sure it was from her stepmother. Her shoulders fell when she saw it was just an email from one of her fans. She’d never been disappointed by an email from a reader before, which told her how much she had wanted it to be from Penny.

She sighed, closed the laptop without reading the message, slid it under the bed. Straightening up, she made a mental note to find a better hiding place for it. She’d learned her lesson after her stepmother found her notebook.

Dropping the towel, she went to her dresser for underwear and a bra. She hesitated, turned to the mirror on the back of her closet door. Looking at her naked reflection, she saw she was looking more and more like her mother every day. Her mother had had an athletic build from running track in college and Dana was taking after her. Her legs were long and finally filling in, her hips more feminine and full, her belly flat and taut, her breasts small and high.

Seeing more of her mother in her reflection made tears sting her eyes. It had been almost nine years since the car crash took her away from Dana but she still missed her. She had been so young, the last time she saw the woman, but how she’d loved her. It made her heartache to see her eyes in the mirror, Dana’s the same shade of gray as hers. And her smile. Dana had the same effervescent smile as her mother.

Shaking her head, she looked away. She didn’t like looking in the mirror, wasn’t sure why she had just now.

She got dressed, messed around with her hair until she was satisfied, then headed downstairs for a quick bite of breakfast.

Her stepmother was in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee. She glanced up when Dana came into the kitchen and smiled. She looked as tired as Dana felt.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning,” Dana said, going to the cabinet for some cereal.

“Don’t bother with that,” Penny said.

“Bother with what?”

“We’re going out for breakfast.”

“We are?” Dana asked, the box of cereal still in her hand.

“Um, yeah,” her step-mother said, running her hand through her hair nervously, “I called the school, let them know you were sick and not coming in today.”

“Why?”

“I think we need to figure some things out,” she said, blushing.

“Like the email last night,” Dana said, putting the cereal away.

“Yeah, that,” she said, with a nervous laugh, “among other things.”

Dana sat down across from her, said, “What do you want to talk about?”

Laughing, Penny said, “There is so much we need to discuss that I don’t even know where t0 begin.”

Nodding, Dana said, “I’m sorry I lied to you. About the email and who I was.”

“Yeah, me too,” her step-mother said, then grinned at her, “it was fun, though.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, smiling back at her.

“You said some pretty dirty things, young lady.”

Blushing, she looked away. Penny laughed and patted her hand. Looking back, she saw her stepmother was teasing. Her cheeks still red, she managed a sheepish grin.

“Then again,” Penny went on, laughing, “so did I. We got carried away sometimes.”

“Maybe a little,” Dana said, thinking, maybe a lot.

Penny’s laughter suddenly dried up and she frowned. Looking away from Dana, she asked, “Do you think I’m a horrible person?”

Surprised by the question, she said, “What?”

“I’m married to a lovely man,” she said, shaking her head, “and I’m sending sexy emails to a woman behind his back.”

“Oh,” Dana said, cringing. It was a betrayal of sorts, of mind if not body. She could see the guilt was eating at Penny.

Oh God, I’m the other woman, she thought, feeling a twinge of guilt of her own.

“Why did you? Send the emails, I mean,” Dana asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to tell you I liked your stories. Then we started talking and one thing lead to another… Kind of a cliché, I know. True in this case, though.”

“So, you’ve never done this kind of thing before,” Dana asked, meeting her eyes.

“God, no,” Penny laughed, shaking her head. Dana could see the truth of the statement in her eyes.

“Why did you this time?” she asked.

Penny looked away, blushing. She rubbed the back of her neck nervously, said, “That… how do I say this… we were talking, really hit it off… I guess I started having… feelings.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her heart racing. She understood, completely; it was how she’d felt, too.

“I’m so ashamed, Dana,” she said, looking down at her coffee mug, “I love your father. So much, but I let myself be tempted.”

“I was tempted, too,” Dana said, really without meaning to. She looked away from her stepmother’s gaze, her face on fire. She couldn’t meet her eyes, as she said, “I think I was falling in love with you. The email you.”

She heard her stepmother give a weary sigh, “I know. That made it all the harder when I found your notebook and recognized your stories. I had… romantic feelings toward my own stepdaughter. ”

Dana couldn’t help but meet her eyes, saw the truth in them along with a confusion of emotions. Penny looked about ready to cry, which brought tears to her own eyes.

“I’ve mucked things up horribly, haven’t I?” she said, taking a deep breath to get herself under control.

“A little bit,” Dana said, startling a laugh from her, “with some help from me. I’m the trollop that tempted you away.”

Laughing harder, Penny said, “Trollop?”

“Strumpet?”

“Let’s say mistress,” she said, shaking her head.

“Never been a mistress before,” Dana said, grinning, “I dig it.”

Penny gave her a funny look, then shook her head, “Maybe because I know now, but I think I should have guessed it was you all along. Some of the things you always say, they found their way into our emails and I remember thinking ‘Huh, Dana says that all the time’. I just never made that leap, thinking it could be you.”

“Like you said,” Dana laughed, throwing her arms out, “Surprise!”

“Sorry about dropping that on you in an email,” her step-mother said, grinning sheepishly, “I just couldn’t do it face to face.”

“Yeah, I avoided you all evening after reading it,” Dana admitted, with her own sheepish grin.

“Well,” Penny said, sitting up straighter, “we can’t avoid each other forever. We live in the same house, after all. I guess things are going to be a little different now. Can’t see how we can go back to the way it was before.”

“Guess not,” Dana said.

“So,” Penny said, standing up and pacing, “we need to figure out how we are going to go forward.”

“Okay,” she said, watching the woman pace.

“I guess first thing,” she said, laughing, “is I’m not going to tell your father about your writing or your secret identity. Maybe I’m selfish, but I enjoy reading your stories too much to do the right thing.”

Dana had to grin at that, “Wow.”

“In return, don’t tell him about my writing. He doesn’t know about Lesbian Lolita, and surely wouldn’t approve.”

“Okay,” she said, thinking Penny was probably right.

“Good,” her stepmother said, sighing with relief.

“What about the other thing? The emails,” Dana asked, shyly.

Her stepmother stopped passing, sat down next to her. Glancing sideways at her, she said, “I don’t know.”

“Can’t pretend it didn’t happen,” Dana said.

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I had a blast emailing with you.”

“I liked it, too.”

Her stepmother nodded, was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, “After I got done freaking out about realizing I’d been sending… well, you know what I sent… I was sitting at the table, drinking and staring at your notebook. For the briefest of seconds I wonder what if…”

“What if we didn’t stop,” Dana asked, her heart racing.

“Yeah, that,” she said, laughing.

“It wouldn’t be the same,” Dana said, looking at her, “it isn’t anonymous anymore.”

“No, I guess it isn’t.”

“Do you think…” she said, then her words dried up. She started to ask if Penny would still want to email, now that she knew who was on the other end. She changed her mind, not sure if she could take it if her stepmother said no. It hadn’t been a lie when she said she was falling in love with her internet friend. A hedge, maybe, but not a lie. There was no falling, anymore. She was in love with her stepmother’s alter ego.

Maybe Penny read the question in her eyes, or was just on the same wavelength, because she said, “You’re very beautiful, Dana. I wish I could say I’ve never noticed before.”

That last line made her grin, “Checking out your stepdaughter. Shame, shame.”

Laughing, her stepmother said, “You have read my stories before, right?”

She frowned, thinking about just what that meant. She blushed bright read when she noticed a pattern to a lot of Penny’s stories, said, “Oh.”

A smile at Dana’s expense kept tugging at the corners of Penny’s mouth and she had to look away. Dana could see her trying not to laugh, which didn’t do anything for her embarrassment.

“I never… did you… am I…” Dana tried to find the words to ask if the girls in Penny’s stories, the ones who ended up sleeping with their stepmothers, were based on her.

“Were you the inspiration for my stories?” Penny asked for her, her own cheeks coloring, “Not at first. It was my own experience with my adopted mother that sparked the stories. Then there you are growing up, becoming this beautiful young woman and… I never intended to do anything about these fantasies.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her mind reeling. She never suspected her stepmother had feelings like that for her, any thought of her past a packaged deal with her father. She knew the woman loved her, maybe even as much as a real daughter but never like this.

“Whoa, my hands are shaking,” Penny said, with a nervous laugh, “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

Dana swallowed hard, wondered if she dared to admit she thought Penny was beautiful, too. She found her stepmother very appealing, especially now that she knew she was the woman behind the emails. Something was changing, her stepmother and the emailer slowly merging into one person. Dana was more than a little surprised how much she liked the person emerging.

“I… I think you’re beautiful, too,” she said, quietly. She couldn’t meet her stepmother’s eyes, even when she felt the woman looking at her.

Dana,” Penny said, softly. Her voice beckoned and the girl had to look up, meet her eyes. The woman’s soul was laid bare in those eyes and Dana could see longing, confusion, shame, and love in them. She had to look away, couldn’t. That look had her transfixed.

The woman finally looked away, breaking the spell. She shook her head, said, “We are way down the rabbit hole, now, aren’t we?”

Alice in Wonderland was one of her favorite stories and Dana smiled at the reference. “Does that make me the white rabbit or you?”

“It’s hard to say,” Penny said, laughing, “maybe we are each others’ white rabbit.”

Tucking her hair behind her ear, shyly, Dana said, “Alice had some good times down the rabbit hole.”

Her stepmother blinked at her, then slowly a curious smile spread on her face. She gave Dana a weighing look that made the girl blush. The smile became playful as she asked, “Are you sure?”

“We are just talking about emails, right?” Dana said, her heart pounding in her breast at the sight of that smile.

“Probably,” her stepmother said, still smiling that smile.

Her galloping heart missed a beat, stuttered, then was racing even faster than before. She didn’t know if her stepmother was just teasing, or if she’d actually let something more happen than just emailing back and forth.

Swallowing hard, Dana managed to say, “I think so.”

“I need you to be sure, Dana,” Penny said, smiling at her, “if you don’t want to continue emailing, then we won’t. Or we can stop at any time, if you ever need to. It’s up to you.”

Dana took a deep breath and nodded, “I want to.”

*****

It was late and she should be asleep, but Dana wasn’t. She sat on her bed, her back against the headboard and her new laptop on her thighs. The bright display lit up the dark room.

She stared at the blank email box, her hands shaking with excitement. She was really going to do it, send her stepmother a sexy email. She’d been trying to work up the nerve to do it all afternoon, ever since they had gotten back from their lunch. A few times, she had started to, then chickened out. One time she even started to write something, then had closed the email out, too embarrassed to finish it.

“Okay,” she said, out loud, putting her fingers on the keys.

Hesitating, she didn’t know what to type. The emails had gotten pretty hot and heavy between them before she learned it was her stepmother she was writing to, but diving right back in didn’t seem right. Their relationship was familiar yet different, the same but still new.

Finally, her fingers began to move and words appeared in the box:

You know that little black dress you wear out sometimes, the one with the spaghetti straps and hardly any back at all? I love that dress and I hope someday I can wear something like it as well as you do. You always look amazing in it. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that before…

Re-reading what she had typed, she wondered where she was going with the thought. She had just been writing and it was what had appeared on the screen. Her fingers found the home keys again and she began to type:

I always wondered what kind of panties you’d wear under such a sexy dress. Maybe some lacy boy shorts or a tiny thong. Or maybe nothing, at all. To feel the cool breeze on your bare skin would be nice don’t you think and the chance of someone seeing you thrilling. It would be exciting, walking around wondering if anyone knew your little secret…

Dana stopped typing, feeling the first tingle of excitement. Her words were turning her on, the mental image of her step-mother in the black dress making her breathing funny. She went on:

I think I’d be so turned on by the time I made it home, so excited I’d just have to touch myself or explode. I wouldn’t even make it to my room, just close the front door and lean against it, pull the dress up around my hips and let my fingers have their fun. I’d rub my clit until I came so hard my knees gave out. I’d just sit there on the floor, my dress around my hips, stunned by how good it had felt.

She felt a flush of heat between her thighs as she became excited. She had two mental images battling for her attention, one of her stepmother leaning against the front door playing with herself, the black dress gathered around her full hips; and the other, an image of Dana in a little black dress, doing the same.

Maybe I won’t wear panties to school tomorrow. How thrilling will that be? The boys always try to sneak a peek when you wear a skirt. I’d be so nervous that one of them might see me, see more than they bargained for. How exciting that chance might be. I’d surely be so horny by the time I made it home, I’d have to run up to my room and finally do something about the heat between my thighs. Mmmm… I think I might not wear panties tomorrow.

Pausing, she tried to calm down. She’d worked herself into a state, had excited herself, trying to turn her stepmother on. She looked at the SEND button at the bottom of the email box, biting her lower lip. With a nervous giggle she clicked on the button, then wished she hadn’t. It had been a spontaneous action, one she wished she had thought out before doing it. She might have still sent it, but now she couldn’t take it back.

She stared at the ‘Your message has been sent’ message, wondered what her stepmother would think when she read it. A naughty shiver worked its way up her spine and she giggled, again. It was so wrong, sending that email. So wrong and so exciting.

“This was a bad idea,” she said, thinking she couldn’t wait to do it again.

She was too excited to go to bed now, her thirteen-year-old body thrumming with nervous sexual energy. It was the same thrill she got from writing, from posting her stories on Lesbian Lolita. Thinking about the site, she had to smile.

“Why not?” she said, out loud.

Closing her email, she opened the link to Lesbian Lolita, found Penny For Your Thoughts’ page. She clicked on her favorite story, one she’d read at least a dozen times. She glanced at the door, wished again it had a lock. Then again, she might not use it. It only added to the thrill, the chance of getting caught.

Giggling, she stripped out of her panties, tossed them aside. With a shiver working through her, she removed her sleep shirt and threw it aside, as well. Naked, she leaned back against the headboard, gasping as the cool wood touched her bare skin. Putting the computer on the bed beside her, Dana spread her legs wide and let her right hand slip into the junction of her thighs. With her left hand, she used the down arrow to scroll through the story.

The story started slowly but built into an erotic frenzy, with a climax that always took Dana’s breath away. Her fingers made lazy circles, her fingertips teasing her bud as she read the opening segment. As the story began to gather steam, her caresses grew faster. Soft sighs dripped from her slack mouth and her hips began to roll against her hand as she became more and more excited. Those soft sighs became moans as the sexual tension between the main characters of the story slowly ratcheted up.

By the time she reached the scene where the young girl finally succumbs to her stepmother’s advances, she was writhing in pure pleasure, had trouble focusing on pushing the down arrow to keep the story rolling.

This reading was different than the others. The characters in her mind’s eyes had morphed into her stepmother and her. Penny For Your Thoughts lovely prose filled her imagination with sexy images of her stepmother doing wonderful things to her young body, things that had her rocketing toward release. Her body was gathering tension, ready to explode. She was gritting her teeth to keep quiet, not completely succeeding.

She reached the brilliant climax of the story, felt her body stiffen even as the girl came in the story, pushed to the brink of ecstasy by her stepmother’s mouth and into bliss. Dana gasped as she orgasmed, too, shaking so hard her knee bumped the laptop, knocking it aside.

“Shit,” she gasped, laughing. She let her head lull back against the headboard as the feel-good endorphins began to flow. Her thoughts a little fuzzy, she still finished the story. She loved how it ended, the stepmother and daughter in love. Like a fairy tale, she thought.

She wondered if she was the inspiration for the girl in this story. Did Penny think about them living ‘happily ever after’?

Shaking her head, she closed the computer, pushed it under the bed. Not bothering to get dressed, she crawled under the covers, mindful of the damp spot she’d left and closed her eyes. She didn’t expect sleep to take her, figured it would be a while before she got some rest. She was wrong.

*****

Her stepmother looked up at her when she came into the kitchen for breakfast. She gave Dana a curious smile, looked at the skirt she was wearing to school. Dana could almost see the wheels turning in her brain and had to smile. She had read the email.

She got a bowl and a box of cereal from the cabinet, a spoon from the silverware drawer and the milk from the fridge and sat down across from her stepmother. The woman leaned in close and whispered, “You are wearing panties under that skirt, aren’t you, young lady?”

Winking at her, she said, “Why don’t you ask the boys at school?”

Onward to Chapter Two!

by Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: Not an especially dirty story, so don’t bother if you’re only looking for a quick masturbation fix. However, if the idea of helpless desire between sisters gets your motor purring, read on and enjoy.

*****

She blinked once, and then twice, not a word coming from her lips. I could only just make out Louisa’s presence in the darkness, but a moonlight reflection coming from the windows glinted across her pupils as we both lay there, motionless, the only sound, the wind outside, and our shortened scared breaths.

We weren’t scared of ghosts or murderers or phobias or witches. We were scared of where this was going, what we had done and the future, if indeed we had one. Everything was racing through our minds and the thoughts were paralyzing.

So here we were, two sisters trying to find the energy or willpower to move forwards but neither wanting to admit the truth. Life seemed so clear yesterday but today, everything had changed.

I looked down at her naked body lying next to mine. The night was humid and there was a warmth between us, something hot created by our pulsing emotions.

She looked incredible, the moonlight glistening over her tanned skin. The arch of her back sloped down to her thin waist and then up again to the roundness of her bottom, letting her figure form a landscape, silhouetted in the darkness.

My eyes continued to caress her body as they moved along her thighs and up to her breasts. Her nipples were standing out on top of her glistening skin and even in the darkened room her breasts showed every movement she took flowing through them.

I could smell her scent, the sensuousness of her natural body mixed with perfume. Her smell turned me on so much and I could feel a wetness starting in my own groin. She would almost certainly smell my excitement soon so I moved my legs closer together to try and delay it a little longer. My thighs slipping across with ease as a combination of my night sweat and excitement lubricated my skin.

She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I knew what she wanted to say because I wanted to say it too; but neither of us could. If we said anything, then it would make it all reality. If we talked about tomorrow or yesterday, then today would become real and neither our minds, nor our souls would understand.

An amount of time passed, maybe minutes, probably hours. Did it even matter?

The morning was approaching, but the only thing I could focus on was the beating of my heart, pounding through my entire body. Maybe It was trying to talk to me, maybe hoping to give me some advice. But the language of the heart speaks in a tongue known only to itself and our elusive subconscious minds. Its continuous mumblings told me nothing except that I couldn’t take much more of this.

She reached her hand forward, sliding it along the bed with almost imperceptible slowness. Was she trying to reach out to me physically, or emotionally? We were only a foot apart but it felt like forever as her hand inched its way along. It was barely halfway, but my heart was racing. I wanted to feel her touch again, feel her sensual energy but something was stopping me. Maybe my conscience, maybe my lack of courage, either way I had to act.

“Please,” I said in a soft tone, my intonation suggesting I wanted her to stop.

She was looking down but the words brought her gaze back up to mine.

“But then why did you come in here, why…” She trailed off as she sensed my hesitancy.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Because part of me wants to, but I don’t think I can.” My voice was just a whisper and I was barely speaking.

“But… this morning?” Her eyes tearful now and her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

“This morning we shouldn’t have said what we did. I don’t regret it, but I’m not sure I could handle it. I’m worried what people will think. What the world will think. We should both forget about it.” As the words left my mouth I knew I didn’t mean them.

The look in her eyes was bringing me to tears too. How did we get here? How did we get to this point? Why didn’t we stop each other? Why didn’t we…?

The questions in my head meant nothing, they had no meaning because I knew the answers already.

We didn’t stop because we both wanted it, wanted each other. We weren’t drunk, we weren’t high, we can’t blame it on a lack of inhibitions. There is a word to describe what we both felt, why we did what we did, but neither of us dared utter it. The most magical and powerful word in the world, but at this moment it was a forbidden fruit.

I suddenly felt the touch of her hand on mine, our fingers interlocking and making our hands as one. I bit my lip as a shiver ran over my body. I wanted to stop her but I had no power.

I looked down at her hand but it hadn’t moved, it was mine that had grasped hers. Was my subconscious taking control? Was my emotional side doing something that my mind could not? I gripped her hand tighter as my conscious body followed where my emotions had led.

I looked back up at her eyes, her beautiful round eyes, my sister’s eyes, they were smiling at me in a way only she can. Her hand responded to my lead and gripped back. I could feel another heartbeat, this time through my fingers. My sister’s heart, beating faster than mine, and I felt a different feeling, something warm, something not unwelcome.

I smiled back and brought our hands up till they were almost touching our faces. This time it was her turn to act. She pulled gently, moving my hand closer, lifted her head just a fraction so our eyes met and kissed the back of it ever so gently.

I gripped tighter, instinctively reacting to her touch. Her lips caressed my hand and my eyes closed in response.

The wetness in my groin was increasing and I was struggling to hold back the pleasure. My resistance was weakening.

“Louisa,” I whispered as my mind drifted back to this morning. The feelings started to return and my will was not strong enough to stop them this time.

I drew our clasped hands towards my own face and returned the passion she had shown, kissing her hand back.

Was it going to happen again? Would either of us be able to stop it this time? My heart was racing so fast now I could hardly breathe.

She smiled, and I smiled and we both hesitantly pulled our bodies closer together. I raised my knees up towards my chest exposing my womanhood to the room behind. She must have been able to smell my excitement now but I didn’t care.

I closed my eyes again and decided not to think. My emotions were in control and my conscious mind had been rejected.

***

I was so looking forward to seeing my sister again. Over the last couple of years, as we had both grown up and moved into our own homes, we saw less and less of each other and in the last 6 months had only really spoken on the phone and even then just for a brief while.

It’s amazing how quickly 2 years can go by and yet the power of the words we spoke that day still stayed with me. I found myself thinking about her more and more the less we saw each other and wondering how long would pass before the next time.

This all changed though when she phoned up out of the blue a couple of nights ago and invited herself over. I was so pleased just to hear her voice but the thought of seeing her after all this time made me so happy I could barely breathe.

Straight after I hung up the phone, I started to get myself ready to see her again. I booked with the beautician and stylist so I could look the best for my sister.

I was filled with very mixed emotions. I was looking forward to spending some time with her after so long but also a little apprehensive about how we would be around each other. I wasn’t sure if she had thought about that day as much as me. Part of me hoped that she had, while the other part wished we never spoke of it again.

The following day went by so quickly as I counted the hours till she arrived. When the day came, my heart was pounding so fast it was almost coming out of my chest.

The moment arrived and there was a knock at the door. I bounded over to open it and when I saw Louisa standing there I couldn’t help flinging my arms around her and embracing her fully.

“Wow, Leah!” she exclaimed with a laugh in her voice. “Have you missed me that much?”

“More than you know,” I responded gripping her even tighter.

“I can see!”

I pulled myself back and looked her in the eyes with a smile on my face. “Come on in sis, I have so much to tell you and catch up on.”

I pretty much dragged her over the doorway and she just managed to push the door closed with her foot before getting pulled into the lounge.

We talked for hours about everything and nothing but neither of us mentioned the one thing we were both thinking about. The words we had spoken almost 2 years ago. The words I hadn’t stopped thinking about since.

It was after lunch that I decided to brave the subject, not knowing what response I would get so I kept it quite casual.

“Do you remember that time in the garden, when we said that stuff?”

She paused in what she was doing, waiting to see where I was going with it.

“I hadn’t thought about it for a long while,” I lied. “But then when you called up it reminded me of how funny it was. Do you remember?” Even though I tried to hide it, my voice had an uncertainty in it.

“D’you know, I hadn’t really thought about it. But now you mention it, I do remember. It was sunny, right?”

I knew instantly that she was lying, putting on a front.

I nodded my head, just looking at her.

“Yes, and you were giving me a massage or something?” She was speaking quickly and not covering up her emotions too well. She gave a poor attempt at a laugh. “God, yes, now I do remember, we said we loved each other. How crazy was that? We were so young back then.” She reached over to her water on the table and took a big sip and gulped it down.

Something came over me, some kind of force pushing me mentally forwards and I decided not to let it go.

“Yes, that’s what we said. Did you mean it?”

“Of course I love you, you’re my sister, but I didn’t mean it in that way,” she spoke quickly and then paused for a moment. “Why, did you?” She was looking me directly in the eyes this time, trying to feel for a response. Suddenly her whole face changed from a smile to something more, something deep.

I hadn’t even realized it but I was nodding my head in response. “I’ve really missed you, Lou.” I said as I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and quickly wiped them away with my hand.

Her whole tone changed after my reaction. “Did you really?” She questioned, moving herself closer to me on the sofa and placing her hand on my leg for comfort.

“I don’t know, honestly. At the time I did, but it’s crazy so I tried to forget about it. Forget about you.”

She put her arm around me and pulled me in close, her own barriers starting to break down as well.

“I think I meant those things I said too,” she was starting to cry as well and her grip on me increased. “But this is crazy. This can’t happen. It’s not real, it’s just some crazy emotional thing, right?” Her tone was hoping I would agree, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to deny it anymore.

“No, it’s not,” I said, breaking her hold and bringing my head to look at her. “It might be crazy, but it’s real. It’s not going to go away and I don’t think I can bear not seeing you again.”

The words were flowing out of me and I was speaking without thinking anymore.

“Did you really mean it too?” I moved my head closer to hers so we were just a few inches apart.

She waited a long while before moving forwards and resting her forehead on mine as she spoke. “I did. I meant every word. But what can we do? It’s wrong, it’s just wrong.”

She was crying quite heavily now, we both were and we stayed there for an unknown time, not wanting to move or go anywhere else. It seemed like forever but the feelings weren’t going away, I could resist no longer. I raised my head up a little so our lips were practically touching and then pressed them gently onto hers. I could taste her tears as they rolled down her face. She froze and didn’t react.

We held that position for a while, our lips touching and not wanting to move, but then she pressed a little further onto mine and began to kiss me fully. My sister was kissing me, I loved her, I couldn’t resist, so I started to kiss her back, pulling her body in closer to mine and embracing the feeling. But I started to shake, the emotion of the moment was getting the better of me and I had to break it off, I couldn’t take much more.

I sat back, wiped the tears from my face and then wiped hers away too. She managed to muster a half smile but I could see the sadness in her eyes. Neither of us knew where to go from here.

The situation transformed quickly from passion to awkwardness and I really didn’t know what to do, how to react

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to take all this,” I said, getting up off the sofa. “I think I need some time, some space. I’m going to take a shower.” And with that I left the room and headed upstairs trying not to cry even more.

She watched me leave. I could feel her eyes on me, her sad eyes wondering why she’d opened herself up to me only to be rejected. But that wasn’t it. I wasn’t rejecting her at all, I wanted her so badly but some small ounce of willpower I had left was making me run away, trying to protect me from what might happen.

The morning became afternoon and then night and we didn’t really say much at all. We kept looking at each other, thinking about what to say but neither of us finding the words.

She was the first to speak after a long few hours of silence.

“I think I’m going to head to bed now. It’s so hot and I think we can both do with the rest.”

I nodded in agreement and watched her as she headed off up the stairs. I had set up the spare room for her next to mine and so I waited a good twenty minutes before heading up myself.

I did my normal bathroom routine and then walked down the corridor past her room. She had left the door open and I could see her lying on the bed, naked. She had her eyes closed and was perhaps already asleep.

I wasn’t sure what to do. Maybe she was naked because it was so hot, maybe she was naked because she wanted me to see her, to react to her invitation?

There was something inside me that just wanted to sleep but my heart wouldn’t let me, it wanted me to be honest with myself no matter what the outcome.

I headed off to my room to get undressed, but I never put on my pyjamas. My heart was taking over and pushing my head away. I walked back down the corridor, naked, nervous, not knowing what I was doing but acting on impulse rather than thought.

I walked slowly into her room and towards her bed, my hand reaching out for the sheets and lowering my body quietly down till I was lying alongside her.

When I looked at her again her eyes were fully open and I could see that she wasn’t sleeping at all.

We lay like that for a long while, neither of us speaking, neither of us knowing where this was going but not able to leave.

She looked beautiful. She looked incredible, lying there naked next to me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop things this time.

***

It started two years ago. The day my heart skipped a beat, the day the seed was sown and the day we said the words to each other that we haven’t been able to speak since…

The house was empty, everyone had left early to beat the traffic and it was nice to have the place to ourselves for once.

The sun was beating down outside making everything hot, sticky hot, that deep summer heat which makes you melt no matter how much shade you get.

I wandered into the conservatory carrying two glasses of ice cold water, the cubes clinking together on the side with every step. My foot pushed the door to the garden letting it swing wide open and I tried to get through before it caught me but, as usual I wasn’t quick enough and managed to spill some water onto my hand. The coolness of the liquid felt like heaven in the heat so I jerked the glass onto my other hand to balance out the sensations.

Louisa was laying on the sun lounger soaking up the heat. She had her bikini on, and it was the in-thing now to have an unmatched set, so in accordance with fashion her top was light blue and her bottoms pastel orange. The combination really shouldn’t have worked but somehow it did.

She had an amazing body and I was always jealous of how she looked. I think that’s just a sisterly thing though as she was always complimenting me on mine and saying how amazing I looked too. I guess you always see what you don’t have in someone else, but in fact we were actually very similar indeed.

She was 18 and I was 1 year older, almost to the day. She was the brunette to my blonde and we were both about the same height. Her breasts were 34C, same as mine and we actually looked very similar in body shape and fitness as we spent a lot of time doing the same things.

Over the years we had become so close and shared so many experiences, good and bad which had built up an emotional bond between us that was unbreakable.

“Leah,” my sister called out to me. She had turned her head and was looking over from the top of her sunglasses.

“Coming!” I shouted as I sped up my step trying not to spill any more water.

“I wondered where you were,” she said as I handed her one of the glasses. “I’m melting out here. Think I might have to strip everything off!”

She looked over at me again with a smile and laughed when she saw my reaction.

“Don’t fret,” she said, responding to my look of concern. “I won’t really. God, I think I’d be more worried than you!”

And with that she turned onto her front ready to catch some more sun.

I’m not sure why I felt embarrassed, I mean, why should I? We’ve shared so much and I’d seen her naked many times before, but we were younger then. Her body, in fact both our bodies had developed so much over the last couple of years and we had gone from being girls to women.

We were both getting more and more sexually active and each of us had the odd boyfriend here and there but neither had really enjoyed sex with them.

We’d talked about it many times in each other’s rooms, wondering if we were both doing it wrong or if it was maybe just from a lack of experience.

We joked on one occasion about the possibility of us both being lesbians, but decided we should give it a bit longer before we went down that road, laughing our heads off.

Recently though I had felt more awkward around her, not wanting her to see my naked body and getting strange feelings at the thought of seeing hers.

One night the other week, we even slept in our pajamas in the same bed after a long girly conversation and I remember having some strange feelings come over me that I’d never felt before. When we woke in the morning, I could sense she was feeling the same but we didn’t speak about it and let it go.

I guess I just hadn’t seen her naked for so long and was a little taken aback how incredible she looked.

My eyes glanced down to the side of her breasts which were now squashed against the fabric of the lounger and as I continued to look along the rest of her beautiful body laying there I found myself feeling strange, nervous and apprehensive. What was this feeling? I tried to ignore it and sat down next to her.

“Can you put some lotion on my back, hon?” She motioned her hand down towards some bottles under the bed.

“Sure, no problem.”

I bent down to pick up a bottle which she’d hidden in the shade and as I stood up she was adjusting her bikini bottom, shifting it around trying to get more comfortable.

She had an amazing ass and her cheeks looked so perfect as they gripped her bikini thong tightly. I found myself wanting to touch it, to feel it in my hands. What was this all about? Why was I feeling this way? My free hand drifted down to my own ass and I found myself caressing it, imagining it was my sister’s instead.

I gave a little shiver, unsure as to what I was feeling and blinked a couple of times to shake myself out of the moment. I managed to bring myself back and knelt down next to her squirting some lotion onto her back.

“Ooh, that feels nice,” she said as its coolness soothed her hot skin.

I started to rub it over her back in a circular motion, using both my hands to work it in. I had done a few courses on massage and while I am no expert, I knew enough to make it feel good when I put my mind to it.

Her skin was so silky smooth and I began to stroke it, wanting to touch her all over. These feelings…where were they coming from?

I moved my hands up to her shoulders and used my fingers to squeeze into her neck muscles to release some tension.

“Wow! That feels even better,” she purred as my skills were perhaps better than I remembered.

I swallowed a couple of times before speaking so she couldn’t hear the breathless excitement in my voice. “You’re a little tense, sis,” I said as I worked the lotion into her shoulders and neck.

“I know. I think it must be the heat. It’s tightening up my whole body.”

“Just try and relax, and I’ll give you a full massage,” I said as I repositioned myself midway down her body.

The thought of being able to touch Louisa all over was actually turning me on. This was crazy, this was my sister! Why was I feeling like this?

“Oh, would you?” She breathed out some tension in her words. “I so need it.”

I didn’t want her to hear how much I really wanted to, so I tried to sound a little more easy going, but secretly my heart began to race. “Sure, but then you owe me, okay?”

She nodded her head and shifted her position a little to get more comfortable.

I started where I had left off on her neck and shoulders. She was really tense and I spent a while working the muscles back and forth till they loosened a little. I was moving my hands slowly and really enjoying the moment, loving the feel of her skin and trying to contain my excitement.

My hands moved along the curve of her back, my fingers running down her side and admiring her wonderful flesh as I slowly worked down towards her ass.

Whenever I touched her somewhere new she responded with her body, showing her willingness and enjoyment of the feelings.

I removed my hands to put some more lotion on, and as I rubbed them together to warm up the liquid I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my body. I was almost out of breath with the sensations that were coming over me and the thought of touching and caressing my sister’s ass. These feelings were crazy but I didn’t want to think about where they were coming from, I just wanted to go with the moment and let it take me over.

I placed my hands gently down onto her ass spreading the new lotion all over. I tentatively moved her thong strap a little so I could work my hands behind it. Her cheeks were gripping it pretty tightly, so I had to run a finger just inside them to bring it out. The warmth of her inner flesh gave me a shiver and I could barely contain myself. I continued to rub the liquid into her muscles, pressing a little harder to really work them.

She let out a small moan as my fingers explored every curve of her ass, gently probing where perhaps they shouldn’t.

“Does that feel good?” I asked with a little stutter in my voice that I couldn’t hide.

“Mmmm, wonderful,” she whispered as she tensed up inadvertently.

“Relax!” I said gently as I felt her whole bottom lift off the lounger as she arched her back.

“I can’t help it,” she whispered, lowering it back down. “The way you’re touching me, it feels amazing.”

I waited for her body to relax again before I moved my hands to where the curve of her bottom, met the top of her legs and pressed underneath to work the inner muscles.

Her legs were beautifully toned and so shapely that I once again found the feelings taking over me. I spoke, this time without thinking.

“I just love your body Lou,” I said as I ran my hands down her inner thighs, caressing the back of her legs and onto her calves. “It looks amazing and feels so good to touch.” I continued and worked my hands onto her feet, stroking the underside arch and massaging her toes.

“Mmmm,” was all she said again, getting lost in the moment too.

“I love making you feel good.” My words were suggestive with real emotion behind them

“You can touch me like that forever,” she whispered in an almost dream-like state. “You’re giving me shivers.”

I could hear some emotion in her voice too now and there was something building between us, something powerful but perhaps unwanted.

I continued to stroke my hands up and down her body, exploring her every curve.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but it must have been a while as I could feel my own skin burning. I’d gotten so lost in massaging my sister that I had forgotten to put lotion on myself and was now paying the price.

I worked my hands back up towards her neck where I had started and finished up with a few more movements before lowering my head down to hers.

I had to take a deep breath to bring myself back to reality before I could even speak. “How did that feel?” I asked, but already knew the answer.

She turned her head to face me and reached a hand up to remove her shades.

“Wow! That was just incredible. You make me feel so good. You actually turned me…”

She stopped short of what she was about to say and let her voice trail off, unsure of what it meant. The closeness of our heads meant I could feel her breath on me as she spoke and there was something incredible coming over me, over us both. Something was there and neither of us knew what to do with it.

I put my hand onto her back, rolling it down her flesh and across her ass, lovingly caressing the curve of her cheeks before returning back up to her shoulder. The next words I spoke and the way I spoke them even shocked me.

“I really love you.”

She paused for a long while, not knowing how to take it, but never took her eyes off me for a second. She swallowed deeply before barely speaking the words herself.

“I love you too.”

The world stopped. Nothing around us mattered except this moment, the look in each other’s eyes, the emotion in our words. The rest of the world didn’t matter because it would never understand.

We stayed there staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, reliving the words we had just spoken.

My heart skipped a beat that very moment and the thought of what we had both just said and the meaning behind it became reality. I could tell she was feeling something different too, but neither of us could say a word. Our eyes were talking to each other, saying all we needed to hear.

This was a path neither of us had expected or even seen coming and one which we unconsciously decided to ignore.

We broke gaze after an unknown time and silently made our way back into the house to cool off, not speaking a word about what had just happened or what we had said.

Neither of us had spoken those words to each other since then, for fear of where it might lead.

That was, until tonight.

Continue to Part Two!

by Alexander Hall

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in February 2015 }

I grew up basically normal. Despite the environment, I was raised in, I really was not the maladjusted youth many would expect of me.  Now the reason I say this is because of what my mother does for a living.

My mom is a stripper. She’s been one my whole life. She was one before I was born and at 37 she still works the stage. She had me one year after she started stripping. She went home with a guy she was dancing for and, despite being on the pill, I was conceived that night.

She had to take a break for a while once she started to show. Thankfully, she’d been very popular at the club she worked at, so they were happy with letting her take some time off. A year after I was born, and she’d lost the baby weight, she went right back. They welcomed her with open arms and apparently the news that Crystalline, her stage name, was coming back was a huge event. The only change was that she no longer went home with customers. She didn’t want another illegitimate child.

Now, there was a reason Mom was a popular act. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She was a brunette, with sharp blue eyes and a button nose. She had very full lips, and she was very trim. Still, her biggest grab was her big, heart-shaped butt and generous breasts. She usually brought home between 800 and 1100 dollars a night, so we were never hard up for money.

Mom was proud of being a stripper, and did not give a hoot in hell for the judgments of others. Many moms at school would slander her, but she never cared. It did hurt me some, socially, as people did not want to hang with the “Stripper’s Daughter,” but I took it in stride. I loved Mom, and what she did to survive was her choice. She could have gone to college, or something like that, but she enjoyed the stage and felt it was a good career for her.

I was intrigued often by her job, and for a few years I considered doing it myself, but Mom shot that down fast. She wanted me to go to college, and do more with myself. What she did was good for her, but not something she wanted for me. Now, I probably would have been a success at stripping. I was basically a slightly less endowed version of Mom; I was taller, my breasts were a cup size smaller and I was a blonde, but otherwise we looked much alike.

Now look, I’m not gay, not exactly. I like guys okay, but women and girls really get my motor purring. And for some reason my mother’s job always intrigued me. I always wanted to see what it looked like, watching Mom removing her clothes for other people’s enjoyment. I never really viewed my mother in a sexual way, but for some reason, I really wanted to watch her strip.

It wasn’t like I had some desire to just see her naked. I had seen that before. Being a successful stripper, she had built a practice room in our home so she could work on new material. A few times, I had entered the room while she was working on her routine, so I had often seen her topless. I had never seen her pussy though; she never took her panties off when practicing.

After a while, the craving to see my mother strut her stuff in the nude was becoming an obsession.

I finally got my chance to see her on my eighteenth birthday. Here’s how it happened, and what it led to.

Since we were never worried about money, I basically had everything I needed. Mom always found it hard to shop for me, so she often asked me what I wanted for Christmas or my birthday. Knowing this was coming, I thought this would be my chance to see if I could finally get my wish.

About a week before my birthday, Mom came into the kitchen for breakfast and asked me. “So sweetie, you have a big birthday coming up.” She smiled. “My little girl is finally an adult. So… is there anything really special you want for your birthday?”

I knew exactly what I wanted, but I was still nervous to say it. This was not something a normal girl asked her mom for. My heart was pounding, but I had to ask. The worst that could happen is that she’d say no. Yeah, she might get angry, but I had to do it.

I took a deep breath and swallowed, to calm my nerves. “Yeah, Mom, there is something I really want, but it’s not something you can buy.”

Mom looked confused. I looked her right in the eye as I prepared to bite the bullet.

“I know this is a strange request, especially because I’m your daughter, but I do have one thing I want for my birthday.” Mom was looking at me with open curiosity in her eyes. “I want you to strip for me, Mom. I want you to give me a show like you give your customers.”

Mom’s jaw dropped in shock. “Angelina, you want me, your mother, to strip for you?” I nodded. “I never would have expected this from you. Tell me something, why would you want that?”

I felt a little more at ease now. She didn’t say no, not yet, and she didn’t seem angry. “I’ve always been intrigued by your job, how you can so easily expose yourself to others. You remember how I once wanted to follow in your footsteps? I just want to see how you do it. I want to see you perform.”

She sat in silence for a bit, and it was tense. I was scared of her response. Then she spoke. “Well, baby, it’s an odd request, but I might be able to fulfill it. Give me some time to think, okay?”

I nodded. Oh, my GOD. It could happen, I might get to see my mother strip!

For the next week, I often caught her deep in thought. I knew she was pondering my request. I did not push her. I wanted Mom to do this of her own free will.

I woke up on my birthday a week later; still no answer. I hoped she’d say yes, but prepared myself for a refusal.

After dressing, I headed down to the kitchen for my birthday breakfast. Every year, she made me my favorite: a full course of pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries. Normally this would take too long for her to make, as she was always coming home as I was getting up and she’d be too tired to make such a meal. On my birthday, that was not the case. She always took that day and the day beforehand off.

She was smiling at me as she served me my food. As I ate, she finally spoke. “Angie, I have had a lot of time to think about your request.” I stopped eating at that moment, my heart again pounding. “I will admit, it’s a little odd, but after some thought, I decided that it’s not that big a deal. So yes, I’ll strip for you. Meet me in my practice room tonight.”

I nearly jumped for joy. I would finally see my Mom dance naked.

I barely remember the rest of that day. I was in a fog, anticipating the night. I went out with my friends and all, but I raced home later around eight.

When I got home, Mom was in her bedroom, getting ready. She told me to go to the practice room and wait for her there.

I went downstairs and headed for the room. It had been a guest room when she bought the house, but she converted it when she started making more money. The interior looked like a miniature strip club. In the center was a checkerboard tile floor with a stripper pole in the center of it. The ceiling was fitted with lights and speakers. There was another door on the other side of the room, hidden behind a curtain which also hid a small control board. A few feet from the “stage” was a red leather booth-like couch. It basically looked identical to the one at club where she worked.

The lights in the room were at full brightness. I walked to the seat and sat down, my heart starting to pound.

Five minutes later, I heard the other door open and close. I did not even know what she was wearing. My heart beat faster knowing my present was on the other side of that curtain, and then I heard the click of a switch from the control board.

The lights in her practice room were dimmed, and I heard the beginnings of her signature song list start. I knew these songs well, I heard them often when she began her practice routines. My heart began to pound as I heard a recording of her club’s DJ come through. “La-dies and gen-tle-men. Everyone’s favorite erotic dancer, Crystalline!” 

With that, Mom came out from the side and began her strut to the center of the stage. She was wearing her most popular outfit. The top was a semi-transparent button up blouse, matched with her denim booty shorts. It hid very little. I could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks and the deep valley of her cleavage. My heart jumped at seeing her in this. I did not see her eyes yet. Then she shot her head up and look me right in the eye as she grabbed the pole and began to swing around it, highlighting her start by blowing a kiss at me. This made my heart jump.

She stopped twirling about the pole after a few turns, stopping dead in front of it. Her back was to me as she began to grind her body against the pole as it rested between her breasts. As she gyrated, she thrust her ass at me. The sight of it in those tight shorts was so enticing that I practically began to hyperventilate. I wanted to reach out and touch her ass, fill my hands with it, but I held back. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the show.

I was starting to get turned on, my panties beginning to moisten. I was so engrossed in the view of Mom’s luscious backside that I was caught off guard when she suddenly twirled around and began to rub her butt against the pole. My eyes briefly met hers, and she just kept up that seductive smile.

In the periphery of my vision, I could see her breasts shaking and jiggling, and soon my eyes were drawn to them. Unconsciously, I licked my lips as I watched her tits bounce around. Mom’s top and bra were both very skimpy, and I could see that her nipples were very hard. I could feel an urge in the back of my mind, feeling myself wanting to lean forward and suck them.

She suddenly stopped grinding and her arms came down from above her head. She ran her hands down her body, over her tits, her sides and her hips, before returning to the first fastening of her top. She winked at me, smiling wickedly, before tearing it open. As it parted, her tits were thrust toward me as they continued to bounce. They fought their confinement in her white lace bra, straining to burst free.

There was an itch in my hands, and it intensified as I fought against reaching for Mom and taking her right then and there. I was so engrossed in Mom’s breasts that I did not even notice as she smoothly slid off her top and tossed it to one side. I licked my lips again, and I could feel my snatch beginning to moisten my panties.

God, she’s good. She hasn’t even touched me and she’s making me so fucking hot, I thought.

Mom turned away again, resuming her grinding and thrusting her ass at me. Then she began to ride the pole, climbing up its length and holding herself off of the floor. Holding the pole with her thighs and one hand, she looked at me again and slowly spun around the pole, sliding down until she was standing again, then her hands went to her hips.

I watched intently as she spun away from me and slid her shorts down her legs. I was greeted by the sight of her creamy ass, fully visible in her skimpy G-string. Mom worked the shorts to her ankles, all the while continuing to shake her luscious rump in my direction.

I was gasping in amazement as she once again gripped the pole, jumped onto it and spun around it and kicked off her shorts. I stared, more turned on than I’ve ever been as I viewed my mother in her skimpiest underwear. Despite the dark color of her G-string, I could see a wet spot forming on Mom’s crotch. My God — she was getting turned on by this!

She took one more turn, stopped again in front of the pole and then, a lustful look in her eyes, she began to walk toward me. My breath caught as she came closer.

I couldn’t help but moan when Mom wrapped both arms around me, encircling my neck. She said not a word, just continued to smile as she began to undulate against me.

My eyes widened in shock when she brought her lips to mine and kissed me. Our lips were crushed together for an instant before Mom’s tongue slipped into my mouth.

Jesus, Jesus — I could not believe that my mother was kissing me like a lover. I responded quickly, though, my tongue meeting and tangling with hers.

Mom continued to grind her body into mine as she Frenched me. Our breasts were pressed tightly together, teasing my nipples to aching stiffness while she worked her ass into my lap. Suddenly breaking our kiss, Mom raised herself up until my face was buried in her bra-encased tits. I could barely breathe, but didn’t really care all that much as she rubbed those gorgeous breasts against my face.

She drew away just enough for me to catch my breath, gasping heavily as she leaned back and reached behind to undo her bra. I watched in amazement as she removed one strap, then the other, slowly peeling the cups from her chest. I could not see much yet, because her long hair spilled over her nipples. I don’t know how she did that, but it somehow made her strip tease that much more enticing.

She leaned forward and kissed me briefly, with a quick flash of tongue, before she leaned back again. With a quick toss, she threw her hair back and let her bra drop to the floor, and then my mom’s breasts were bared for me.

It was an awesome sight, Her nipples were very hard, begging to be sucked, and I could feel my lips pulsing, wishing to answer their call.

Now topless, Mom again embraced and kissed me, grinding against me again.

Too soon for me, she broke our kiss and rose again. Her breasts were in my face once more, and she rubbed them against me, purposely brushing my lips with her nipples. She’d stop in the middle of each pass, and I soon got the message.

On her fifth pass and stop, I opened my lips and began to suck her hard nubbin. “Oooooh.” She mewed as I suckled. I felt a jolt shoot through my body as I took her nipple between my lips.

She quickly popped it out and moved her other tit to my mouth, and I sucked it too. I was very wet now. I could not believe that my own mother was getting me so hot. I didn’t want to stop suckling, but I had to as she pulled away and turned her back to me.

She began to moan as she ground her ass in my lap, back and forth over my crotch. As my mother continued her lap dance for me, I could now see she was going all out for this performance.

My vision was almost totally filled by her sensuous curves. I couldn’t take my eyes off her butt, even as she stopped grinding and seductively strolled back to the pole. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing was heavy. I could feel a deep itch in my pussy and hands, both were trembling with need. My hands and cunt both wanted to be filled.

I was entranced as I watched her again twirl about the pole. It was so hot to watch her work her pussy against the pole and slide it between her bare tits.

I was hoping to soon see her remove that last stitch of clothing. It was all that she wore now. Again she stopped in front of the pole, facing away from me, and put her hands to her hips as she continued to dance. I was focused on her wonderful butt as she continued to undulate it back and forth toward me, and as her ass jiggled, she began to slide that tiny G-string down off to reveal her ass.

My mouth watered as Mom’s bottom was bared to me, and the spread of her cheeks allowed me a small glance of her rosebud which, I could now see, she’d had bleached.

When the panties reached her knees, she turned her head to me again, blowing me another kiss. She looked away again when they reached her ankles. She shot up then, her ass and tits shaking as she did, and with a high kick of her left leg, she flicked the last garment away. Now, standing in front of me was my mother, completely naked. She stood erect against her pole, then turned to face me.

I gasped as I viewed her  body. For the first time, I saw her pussy bare, and it was fully shaven. I licked my lips as she again walked up to me, embracing me again as she sat in my lap. I did not even have time to blink as she once again kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.

I was very hot, I could feel sweat building all over me, and my panties were very sticky at this point. My mind was blank as I made out with my naked mother. The smooth skin of her back was making my fingers tingle, and I could feel her ass against my thighs. My hands again trembled, begging to be filled.

I could not resist any more, and my hands went straight to her bottom. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her ass while we continued to kiss. I did not want this kiss to end. I had never been this turned on. I could feel my face flush and my chest rise and fall rapidly. I was so out of it I didn’t even notice when she pulled away.

I was about to protest, but Mom silenced it when she turned around and leaned her head back to put her lips back to mine. She then grabbed my hands as we kissed and pressed them to her tits. They felt so good in my hands. I squeezed and kneaded those glorious mounds, then started to play with her nipples. I pulled them and pinched them, rolled them and flicked them.

She was moaning heavily into my mouth, and my nose caught a new scent. It was one unfamiliar, yet somehow known to me. It was my mother’s pussy. She was very turned on by this display for me. I could almost feel her juices wetting my jeans. I was very close now. I could not believe I was about to come from watching my mother strip.

I was disappointed again as she parted her lips from mine, then slid back onto the floor. She knelt before me, her legs spread and leaning back, stretching out and pushing out her chest. I gasped as all her charms were revealed to me. It was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Soon, she looked me in the eyes again, smiling wickedly and beckoning me with her finger. I reached out and pulled her back into my lap, and we resumed our kiss.

I suddenly felt a whoosh of air as she broke the kiss and stood above me, her legs spread. Her cunt was now in my face, and the smell of her pussy flooded my nostrils. I was shocked but pleased when she grabbed my head and ground her cunt in my face. I could tell what she was asking for, and I opened my mouth and put my tongue to her sex.

“Ooooh. Yesss,” She moaned as my tongue parted her lips. As soon as I tasted her, I came. I moaned hard into her snatch, continuing to lick. I had never imagined myself doing this, but at that moment, it felt right, and I found that I loved the taste of her womanly center.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good girl. Make Crystalline come, you pretty minx,” she said to me — talking to me as if I was a customer, not her daughter. She would not let my head go, and I worked my tongue deep into her and within a few minutes, Mom came in my mouth.

I gasped for breath as she stepped back, then sat in my lap again. Her lips went to mine again and for the next five minutes, we kissed as I felt her tits and ass. She told me later this is how she ended every private show like this.

I was very satisfied now. I had finally seen my mother’s act. I knew I was definitely not the first woman she’d done a private show for. Half, maybe more of her regular customers were women.

Breaking our kiss, I looked her in the eye, my hand still on her breast as she sat to my side on my lap. “Do you do that with every customer, Mom?” I asked her.

“No, honey… what I gave you is what I do only for very special customers. I normally charge three hundred dollars for that kind of performance.” I was shocked.

“So you gave me the VIP package? You didn’t have to do that.” I told her.

She just smiled at me. “I know Angie, but it’s your birthday, you deserve something special.” She smiled and kissed me one more time, before getting out of my lap. “Happy birthday, honey.” She said, before she went out the door and left the room, still naked. She made sure to tease me with a final sexy shake of her ass. I sat there for a few minutes, still reeling, before I got up and left the room.

Nothing like that ever happened again between Mom and me. My curiosity was sated. I’d finally seen my mother strip, and that was enough. She told me despite how unusual that night was, she did enjoy it.

Neither of us felt any shame afterward, but both of us felt it should remain a one-time thing. I’m fine with that, and I’m happy that despite what occurred that night, it did not change my relationship with Mom. We’re still pretty much the same mother and daughter we were before that night. We were probably just a little closer now than before.

The End

Author Unknown

Many years ago, a young woman gave birth to two beautiful daughters. For the first several years of the girls’ lives, they all lived happily in a cottage hidden deep in the woods. Their father, her husband, was nearly as handsome as she was beautiful. But one day he went into the woods to forage for food, and was struck down by another hunter’s arrow. The woman was left alone and raised her daughters the best she could.

The eldest daughter, Crimson, was named for the bright tuft of red hair that had topped her head the day she was born. It grew thick and curly as time passed, and when she was eighteen it hung in curls down her back, dancing teasingly across the curves of her buttocks.

Her sister, Ivory, was named for the beautiful white hair she’d been born with. To some it was a drawback, but to the woman and to her family it was just another unique feature of an already unique girl. Ivory’s hair was exactly the opposite of her sister’s. It was long, with no curls in the silken strands. Instead Ivory’s hair was long and straight. It flowed like silk falling through the fingers of a wealthy king.

A few months before the woman’s husband died, he had planted two beautiful rose bushes for his wife, and every year since they bloomed brilliant roses. One plant bore red flowers, the other white. The girls often played near the bushes and whenever they were in bloom they picked the best flowers for their mother in hopes of making her smile.

The sisters were very close to each other, and for the most part they were one and the same. Crimson was slightly more adventurous than her sister Ivory, but she did not openly seek trouble. It just sometimes found her. And while that trouble was finding her, Ivory was often back at the cottage taking care of their mother’s needs, or keeping the home clean and pleasant.

When the girls turned eighteen their mother had a small party for them. There were no guests to invite, for once her husband died, the woman had become a recluse of sorts. She rarely ventured out of the woods, choosing instead to live off the land, eating berries, nuts, and fruits that were hearty in number.

After a celebration of strawberry cake, apple cider and raspberry cookies, the two girls kissed their mother goodbye and promised to be back before dark. The mother did not ask questions of her daughters. She trusted them, as she trusted the forest.

Crimson and Ivory held hands as they walked through the woods, along paths that the animals frequented. Each step brought them closer to the meadow and the small pond in which they often swam and frolicked.

When they reached the water’s edge, the girls disrobed and ran into the water. They played and splashed, laughed and dunked each other. As time passed they slowed their play and began to talk of their lives and how lonely they felt. The conversation was not new, and in truth it had been played out many times.

“We cannot leave her,” Ivory whispered.

“I know,” Crimson said in a soft, quiet voice. “But I long for something more… and no matter how deep I go into the woods, I cannot find it.”

“I understand. I too wish to find what my heart is so desperately craving. Do you still find yourself thinking of how Mother and Father formed us?” Ivory asked.

Crimson blushed. “I think of it every day. I have seen many of the beasts of the woods mate, and I wonder if that is how Mother and Father mated.”

Ivory’s eyes grew wide. “Crimson, surely not!”

“Why ‘surely not’? We have seen many animals rutting, and the girl animals do not have dangling parts like the boys. And we are girls, mother says so.”

Ivory could only nod her head in agreement.

“And,” Crimson continued, “the boy animals mount the girls, they slide their dangling part into the folds of the female… and the sounds they make, though strange, are certainly unique to each breed. So why is it odd to think that man and woman might mate the same way?”

Ivory frowned and walked from the water. She lay down on the grassy shore and let the sun caress her alabaster skin. Her sister soon joined her and the two girls studied the clouds as they floated by. Eventually Ivory rolled over and studied her sister’s body. “What other things are similar between us and female animals of the woods?”

“If you would but go outside with me, you would already know this.”

“I know, but it is good for one of us to remain with Mother. I don’t mind — well, not too often.”

Crimson turned onto her side, and she too took a moment to look upon her sister’s naked flesh. “Well, for one, the girl animals have more than one of these,” Crimson reached out to touch her sister’s breasts. “And these points,” she trailed her fingers across Ivory’s pink nipples, “well, none of them have anything like ours,” she paused and gasped softly, “Oh my.”

“What?” her sister asked.

“Yours harden like mine, but when I touch yours, my body becomes warm. Much like when I caress my own.”

Ivory reached out and touched one of Crimson’s nipples. “Mine does as well. My womanhood feels tingly too. Does yours?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Crimson said. “That is another thing that is different. We have a soft patch of hair that covers our womanhood, while the females of the forest are almost bare. I think it is to keep themselves clean for their mating.”

“Perhaps we are not nearly as clean as we have thought,” Ivory whispered. She sat up and spread her legs, peered between them and studied her womanhood through the soft curls of hair. “I believe I am clean, though…”

“I am sure you are,” Crimson answered. She sat up and spread her sister’s legs even further apart. Her fingers brushed through the hairs, and the pads of her digits parted the smooth flesh of her sibling. “You look clean and smell beautiful, Ivory.” Crimson bent down and kissed her sister’s womanhood, then she sat up. “Yes, you are perfect.”

Ivory’s chest rose and fell as the girl gasped for breath, her eyes open wide.

“Are you unwell, sister?” Crimson asked.

“I don’t know. I feel… weak. Kiss me again, down there.”

Crimson shrugged her shoulders, but did as she was told. She bent her head and looked up at Ivory, while pressing her mouth to her sister’s nether lips. “Well?”

“That tingling has returned. Do it again, Crimson. It felt amazing.”

Crimson smiled. She loved making her sister happy, so she pressed her lips to her womanhood again and watched Ivory’s lips part in pleasure. “Do that to me,” she said, and sat back, spreading her legs and offering her sister the patch of red curls that covered her womanhood.

Ivory whimpered, not wanting to lose the feeling of her sister’s mouth against her sensitive flesh, but she did want Crimson to experience the same euphoric feeling that she’d just had. She bent down and placed her lips upon the same spot where her sister had kissed her. She chose to watch Crimson’s expression, to see how her sister responded.

When Crimson gasped, Ivory found herself pleased and her body warming. “You too are clean and smell beautiful. But sister, what of taste? What do you taste like?”

Crimson’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Tell me.”

Ivory nodded her head, and ran her tongue between the lips of her sister’s sensitive flesh. Crimson’s hips rolled forward and Ivory heard her sister whisper how wonderful it felt, so she did it again. Her tongue lapped at each side of the warm flesh, and when she pulled away she saw fluids ooze from her sister’s opening. “Amazing,” she cooed, before bending back down and licking again.

Her own womanhood was growing moist as she tasted her sister. Reaching down to touch the wetness, she brought it to her lips. Ivory tasted herself and moaned around her fingers. “Oh, Crimson, you must try me now,” she gasped.

“Yes, oh yes, Ivory. Climb over me. Put your womanhood against my mouth and I will taste you, while you do the same for me.”

“Oh, yes,” Ivory whispered. She moved over her sister, arranging herself so that each of them could learn the flavor of the other.

The two girls slowly began to lick at the nectar that was spilling from their slits. As they learned the tastes, each one began to explore. Ivory found a hard button at the top of her sister’s sensitive mound and began to tease it. Crimson squealed and when Ivory asked if she was all right, she breathlessly whispered that she was and begged her to continue.

Ivory giggled and wiggled her womanhood against her sister’s face. “Do that to me,” she insisted.

Crimson found the same little button and teased it with the tip of her tongue, then she gave it a soft tug with her teeth. “Oh, my,” Ivory gasped. “Wonderful. Again, please.”

The love the sisters shared was deep and pure, and as they experienced a bliss never before felt, their bond only strengthened. “There is a dark hole here,” Ivory whispered. She placed one finger inside and brushed her nail against it.

“Ivory!”

Startled, Ivory quickly withdrew her hand.

“No, don’t! Put it back!” Crimson demanded.

Ivory quickly pushed her finger back inside and began to rub the fleshy surface. Crimson found her sister’s hole, and did the same thing. They slowly pulled their fingers out and put them back in again. More juices flowed, and the girls were quick to drink them up. Their bodies began to press together more closely.

Eventually Ivory gasped, “Something is h-happening.”

“I know. I — I feel it too.”

“Should we stop?” Ivory asked. The tone of her voice spoke the fear she held in her sister’s answer.

“No, let us find out what this strangeness is.”

They continued to lick and push their fingers into each other. They both felt their muscles tighten and their hips were moving at a haphazard rhythm. “I am frightened,” Crimson whispered.

“So am I!”

But both girls continued to search for whatever it was they were so close to finding. “Put another finger inside me!” Crimson demanded, then did that same thing to her sister.. Again the girls gasped in shock and pleasure. They twisted their fingers in and out, going progressively faster with each stroke.

When Crimson screamed, a flood of clear liquid shot into Ivory’s face.

Ivory was shocked, but not disgusted. She pushed her face into her sister’s mound and drank more fluids as they rushed out. Her own pussy had also exploded and the feeling had left her speechless. She felt Crimson’s mouth cover the hole that her fingers had been exploring. She wondered if her sister was as wet as she… and if not, she hoped that next time she would be on the bottom, so she could drink most of Crimson’s fluids instead of wearing them.

Crimson held tight to her sister’s bottom, her lips sealed around the dark hole that continued to ooze the heavenly fluids from a depth that she ached to explore.

When Ivory was done moving her hips and rubbing her womanhood on her sister’s face, she rolled off Crimson’s body and onto her side.

The girls lay on their backs, their bodies trembling from the sensations that had just burned through them. Neither could speak, fearing that whatever joy they had just felt might suddenly disappear. The air around them grew cooler, and soon the chill of the early evening forced them to move.

They stood up together, and dressed, then they held hands on the way back to the cottage. Once there, before going inside, they kissed one another on the lips and pulled back, exchanging looks.

“Is that me?” Ivory asked. Her sister nodded, and they pressed their mouths together again.

“Open your mouth. I want to taste myself,” Crimson whispered. Ivory did as requested and felt her sister’s tongue slide between her lips. Ivory allowed her curiosity to claim her and so she too began to explore her sister’s mouth. The two girls let their tongues twist and dance around one another until they felt their bodies tingling again.

“Oh my,” Crimson whispered.

“I know,” her sister said. They pulled apart and stared at each other in wonder. “Do we tell Mother?” Ivory asked.

Crimson chewed on her lower lip. “I do not know.”

“I think we should. We have never kept secrets from her before. Why should we now?”

“You are right,” Crimson said.

The two girls headed into the cottage and found their mother preparing their evening meal. After they dined on fresh bread and vegetable soup, Crimson cleared her throat and looked at her sister. Ivory nodded her head and took a deep breath. “Mother?”

“Yes?”

“Today Crimson and I discovered something in the forest. But we are not sure what it is.”

“What did it look like?” their mother asked.

Crimson giggled. “It didn’t look like anything.”

“Well, it did for me. It was colorful. Bright red, orange, yellow, gold and even different shades of black. I did not know there were different shades of black,” Ivory confessed.

“Black? Gold? Red? I felt heat. Intense, unbelievable heat. I felt it in my toes. My fingers. My head. I have never felt so hot and I only wanted to grow hotter still.” Crimson waved her hand in front of her face. “It was very strange, but yet very close to heaven — that is if heaven is as lovely a place as you have described, Mother.”

Their mother studied her daughters, and for a moment the girls felt strange under her scrutiny. Then their mother spoke, “Did you discover these colors and discover this heat together, on each other? Or did you find them in the woods, alone? Or with someone else? A stranger?”

“With strangers?” Ivory asked. “Oh no, Mother. No one else was at the pond with us. We found these things on our own… and yes, it was together. I discovered mine when Crimson pushed her fingers into my opening, when she used her tongue on this little button between our legs that we both discovered.”

“And you, Crimson — you felt this heat when your sister did these things to you?”

“Yes, Mother. It was beautiful. What is it? What did we find?”

Their mother smiled, reached over and squeezed both their hands. “You, my darling innocent daughters, have discovered passion. It is something that is only achieved when two people truly love each other. You and your sister love each other very much.”

“Passion.” The word fell simultaneously from both girls’ lips. They reached under the table and held hands.

“Mother,” Crimson said, “we love you. Do you wish to feel this passion?”

The older woman rose to her feet, slowly unfastening her gown, then letting it drop to the floor. She was naked underneath. The girls gaped.

“Yes, my precious girls,” their mother whispered. “I want to love you in that same way.”

The End