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My Daughter and I Begin

  • Posted on April 23, 2019 at 7:25 pm

Author Unknown

It was my ex-girlfriend Nora who got me started, I guess. She’s gone now, but the inspiration she gave me remains.

Our sex was the “anytime, any place” sort, lesbian style. Water sports, toys, an enormous strap-on cock and talk of young girls. I knew she had a predilection that way, and not only did it not bother me, it turned me on to talk about it.

One night, the subject of my eight-year-old daughter Jenny came up. I can’t remember how we ended up talking about it, but the conversation centered on the smell of young girls; particularly the scent of their pussies. That night as we fucked, I whispered in her ear, “Are you thinking of little Jenny’s cunt?”

She said, “Yes,” then asked with a knowing smile, “Are you?”

I didn’t have to make it up, I replied “Yes, I’m thinking of her pussy now.” I was, too. And I wasn’t ashamed.

As I said, Nora’s gone now. We’re still friends, blah blah blah, but what I’ve continued to do is, before I turn in for the night, I’ll get a pair of Jenny’s used panties from the hamper and bring them to bed with me. My little girl is eleven now, and utterly adorable. I lie in bed and smell her panties, linger over them until I give into my desire, and then I slowly lick the crotch to taste my daughter’s cunt.

And I get crude in my fantasies. I say the words as they enter my head — sometimes, even whispering them aloud.

I’ll fantasize I’m talking to her, saying, Do you like me licking your baby cunt? And in my imagination I’ve already taught her the dirty words I want her to use, so she’ll reply, Yes, Mummy, lick my cunt, get me wet, make me come in your mouth. Fuck your little girl.

I’d developed a serious obsession, and for two years I’d been wondering how to make a move on my little girl without scaring her silly. After all, she’s my daughter and I love her with all my heart. But maybe I didn’t want her to learn about sex at the hands of some young spotty adolescent, a lout who cared not a fig for my little girl as he groped her secret parts. I wanted to be her lover.

Then one night, something wonderful happened.

I’d gone to bed with a pair of Jenny’s panties, like usual. I’d chosen a particularly cute baby-blue pair — those always turned me on in a big way, especially when my daughter was running around in them.

I’d hardly started in on my fantasy when the door slowly opened and in came little Jenny. There was no reason for her to be there. Oh, it had happened before in times of stress; thunder storms, bad dreams, the usual. But tonight? All was calm, as was she. Yet there she was, crawling into bed with me in her everyday sleepwear, a Tigger t-shirt with loose-fitting shorts.

I asked if she was okay, she whispered “Yes,” and then fell asleep.

It felt as if I was in unexplored terrain. I couldn’t very well start masturbating with Jenny’s panties while she was so close to me, but damn it, I was feeling more aroused that I could ever remember being.

I whispered, “Jenny?” No response. I put my hand on her leg and gently shook it — no response.

I kept my hand on her leg, just above the knee. She had quite thin legs, just on the verge of filling out and becoming womanly. I stroked her thigh in a motherly fashion, or so I told myself, but my touches were increasing in proportion to my heart rate.

Her legs were already slightly parted; now they eased open just a bit more. Was she asleep? This was so risky.

I softly whispered her name once more. Nothing.

I was now stroking the inside of her left thigh, the one nearest to me, slowly letting my hand move higher. Where was I going? What was I doing? Then came the magical moment when my fingers slipped beneath her shorts and I felt wisps of soft down between her legs.

Why was I surprised that she had pubes? She was on the cusp of womanhood, after all. It was like stroking a peach.

By this point I’d eased her left leg over my right. I felt like I was falling down a ravine as my fingers gently touched her virgin cunt. And there was my second surprise. She was wet. She felt wet and open. I gently continued my caressing, amazed at my own temerity, at my own willingness to seduce my own daughter.

“Mummy?”

I froze. I stopped. Stock still, like a statue. The only part of me that continued to move was my thumping heart.

“That feels nice, Mummy.”

Mind you, I didn’t feel any sense of relief at her words. I think I was still in shock.

“Don’t stop Mummy, please.”

Had she been awake all this time? It didn’t really matter, she certainly was now.

“Baby,” I said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this.”

But I hadn’t moved my hand. And then I felt her hand on mine.

“Don’t stop,” she said again.

So I carried on, stroking her sweet slit. Her arms came from beneath the bedclothes and she pushed them down. I helped til we were both completely uncovered. I’d moved my hand so it was inside her shorts from the top, cupping her little sex while my middle finger was caressing her clit. Jenny’s breathing deepened, as did mine.

I had to say something, we couldn’t continue this without speaking about it first. I had a feeling that if we carried on in silence, then went to sleep in silence, we’d wake up in silence.

“Are you okay, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, it feels wonderful,” Jenny said, then, “Don’t worry, Mummy,” she continued, as if reading my mind. “This is our secret.”

My finger was now inside her cunt. I was stunned by how wet my little girl was.

“I want to taste you, darling,” I whispered, “I want to lick you down there, would you like that?”

She just nodded.

“Tell me.” I said. “Tell me that you want me to taste you.”

She gave a determined nod. “I want you to taste me, Mummy, I want you to lick me.”

I eased Jenny’s t-shirt up to reveal her little tits. They were small, but as she lay now, her chest was as flat as a two-year-old’s. I licked her nipples, suckled them, then began to kiss my way down to her tummy.

“Dearest Jenny… I want you so much,” I told her as I continued my journey down her body. “Are you sure about this?”

“Surer than anything,” my child said, and I dipped my head between her legs.

I kissed her inner thighs, then moved in to lick her, shaking as I took that first taste of my beautiful daughter. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and a whole world of possibilities opened up before us.

*****

We woke in the morning… not to silence, but to smiles and a hug. I’d gone down on my eleven-year-old daughter and made her come twice. The very thought made me wet all over again.

I pulled her to me, wrapped my arms around her little body and we held each other. Her pajamas had disappeared in the night and we lay naked in each other’s arms.

I eventually went for a shower, then downstairs to make breakfast. There were still chores to do, after all. Jenny would be off to school soon, so I decided to skip work. I would’ve been useless anyway.

It was when Jenny came into the kitchen that the reality of what we’d done really hit home. She was in her school uniform and she looked, once again, like my eleven-year-old daughter. Just a little girl.

She seemed fine, but I was fast becoming a mess. Somehow, I managed to hold it together until she’d left for the bus stop at the head of the street, but once I was alone, I cried. These weren’t tears of despair or guilt, or even happiness. I don’t know why I cried, I just did.

I got through the day, but as the time went on I became increasingly anxious. Would Jenny be okay when she got home? Would she be thinking about me? About our night together? Was she having second thoughts about what we’d done?

Eventually the door opened and closed and Jenny walked into the living room where I sat, tense as a carriage spring. And she came over and knelt in front of me. We looked at each other, just gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Is everything all right, baby?” I asked, my voice gone hoarse.

Jenny smiled. “Everything’s wonderful, Mummy.” She paused. “Isn’t it?”

Then I did what I should have done last night but, surprisingly, didn’t: I kissed her. Imagine a hot summer’s day when the heat makes everything seem silent and still, and you see a butterfly light on a flower. That’s how delicate our first kiss was.

“My heart’s beating so fast,” I whispered between kisses.

“So’s mine,” she whispered back.

So I put my hand on her chest and felt Jenny’s heart through her school blouse, and kissed her more deeply. I opened my mouth and she did the same and then we were kissing like lovers. Our tongues touched, nervously, like debutantes at the first dance. I was stroking her breasts, her small, beautifully formed breasts. I could feel the fabric of the training bra we’d only recently bought.

My mouth left hers and I began to kiss her cheek, her neck, then I was nuzzling her ear and she was literally panting. I whispered her name in her ear, kept saying it.

“Oh, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. I want you so much, baby. I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”

“How long, Mummy?” All this was in hushed tones.

“Don’t hate me for this, baby… but ever since you were eight, I’ve wanted to make love to you.”

“Oh, Mummy, I want that too. I love you so much!” While we’d been kissing, her hands had been resting on my knees, and now she began to ease the skirt I wore up my legs. Then I felt her right hand move higher and higher until she was caressing my inner thigh.

“Touch me.” I whispered, and she did. Her fingers were stroking my cunt through my panties which, by this time, were soaked.

“You’re wet, Mummy.”

“It’s how you make me feel, baby.”

She moved her head to whisper into my ear, “I’m wet too, Mummy. And that’s how you make me feel.”

We kissed again, both of us moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths, and I slid my hand beneath her short pleated skirt and, with little ceremony, delved into her cotton panties. She was wet. The insides of her thighs were slippery with her juices.

Now she had a finger in my cunt, sliding it in and out.

“Taste me.” I said, “put your finger in your mouth and taste me.”

And she did. Then she did it again, and again.

“I like how you taste, Mummy,” she said.

We kissed again, tongues meeting, I wanted to suck her nipples, I wanted to taste her cunt, I wanted to lick her anus, I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her completely, I was so boundlessly in love with my daughter.

That afternoon on the sofa in the living room, we did taste each other. I went down on her, and, at her insistence, she went down on me. It’s a sin, I know. It’s wrong, I know that too. But looking down at my eleven-year-old daughter, head between my open legs, as she licked my cunt, it wasn’t a sin. It wasn’t wrong. It was the most right thing in the world.

I didn’t want to dominate her life, I didn’t want to abuse her. I wanted to teach her. I wanted to love her. I wanted us to love each other. And now we do, nearly every day. We feel complete.

The End

 

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Sunshine Secrets

  • Posted on April 21, 2019 at 10:15 pm

By eloquent delinquent

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2015 }

Julianne found them by following their shrieking giggles, slipping out the back door and there they were. The two girls raced across the lawn, their short colorful sundresses breezing around behind them, Mandy’s brown curls bouncing like springs above her teal dress, and Claire’s long golden tresses trailing down the back of her pink one.

They were engaged in some kind of chasing game where each capture involved a lot of tickling and laughing and wriggling. She watched them play for a minute while she slipped off her shoes, wanting to be barefoot like them. Then she stepped off the patio and into the backyard.

When they spotted her they stumbled to a stop and watched her approach, panting, a few stray chuckles still bubbling up.

“Hi, lovelies,” Julianne greeted with a big smile, cupping a cute little 10 year old face in each hand.

“Hi, Miss Bowers,” Mandy answered.

“Hi, Mommy,” Claire said.

“You two having fun?”

“Yeah,” Claire replied.

“It’s kinda hot and sweaty out here,” Mandy said, wiping her brow for effect.

Julianne looked up to feel the afternoon sun on her face, “It is warm, but it feels nice, I think.” She ran her fingers down Mandy’s arm, which did have a sheen of perspiration on it. “Slippery bodies can be more fun to touch, you know?”

Mandy shifted and smiled, and looked to Julianne’s daughter. Their eyes danced with a thrilling possibility. They both bounced a little.

She let the girls share their silent exchange, then offered, “So, do you want to go back in and turn up the AC?”

Mandy and Claire glanced around her to the sliding glass door, disdainful.

“Or, do you want to do some sunning with me down in the green?”

Claire nodded. Mandy made a happy, “Oooh!”

“Come on then, pretties,” Julianne said and the two trailed behind her as they made their way through her big, leafy backyard, following the slope of the lawn rolling gently down hill toward a group of trees which marked the bottom of her property.

On the way, Claire said, “I’m a little sweaty too, Mommy.”

“That’s fine, sweetie,” Julianne answered. “We’ll find a way to cool off.”

It was quiet for a few steps, then Mandy blurted, “Are you gonna play with us?”

Over her shoulder, she said, “Well I don’t know. Were you two good while I was at the store?”

Their reply came in adorable unison, “Yes.”

“And if I ask Eva if you behaved, she’ll agree with you, right?”

“Yes.”

Julianne smirked. She’d spoken to Eva already. The teen from next door was always happy to make a few bucks watching the girls for a few hours. And from her haltingly detailed report, they’d been no trouble, although the behavior Eva had seen couldn’t exactly be described as ‘good.’

“And do you both want me to play with you now?”

The girls burst with fresh giggles, and dashed ahead, onto the trail into the trees and out of sight. Julianne sauntered after them, relishing her own anticipation, and the delicious tease of making the ten year olds wait.

She turned onto the narrow trail herself, winding through dappled shade out of sight of every house, even her own, the hedges and trees thick all around. Emerging from the short path, she stepped onto the green, a large circular clearing covered in a layer of well-kept bentgrass. Julianne’s ex-husband had this area especially landscaped as a putting green, and she’d gone to pains to keep it up, although the golf cup was gone, replaced with an intricate brass sundial in the center, a long bench on one side and a hammock on the other.

She found the girls there, whispering into one another’s ears, back and forth, sharing excited secrets. They glanced sidelong at her as they did.

With the rich golden summer sun drenching it, the green was so tranquil, so secluded. This place was her sanctuary, an escape from the pressures of her life. She’d only recently allowed Mandy and Claire to join her, and they still felt special to be here. They should, Julianne thought. For her, this was a sacred space, and she was its high priestess, its goddess. She behaved however she felt here – and among the green and the sunshine she savored her feeling of natural, instinctive power. Nothing was allowed to happen on the green that didn’t please her.

She took an almost regal pose when she opened her hands and said, “Come here, lovelies.”

The pair approached and stood side by side where she indicated, looking up at her expectantly. Julianne reached to her waist and undid her jeans, gracefully slipping them off, first this leg, then that. Mandy and Claire stared at her bare legs, then up to her coral bikini cut panties. Julianne’s tan was golden and completely even; laying out nude had been one of her favorite pastimes this summer.

As she knelt down on the cool, fine grass, Claire quietly said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.”

“You’re just as pretty to me,” Julianne replied, “both of you,” and then leaned to her daughter’s face and closed her mouth over the little girl’s in a slow, loving kiss. Claire’s mouth opened with animated delight to taste her mother’s, and Julianne heard a gratified little chuckle from Mandy at she looked on.

Parting, Julianne stroked Claire’s amazed face, reminding the mother of how her daughter had looked that first time last winter, when her daughter had shown her the way she made herself feel so good down there. Julianne had watched dumbstruck as her nine year old had stood before her and brazenly masturbated for her benefit. As a mother, her confusion had been total. She couldn’t believe this had occurred so suddenly – who expects their prepubescent daughter to be playing with themselves, let alone willing to share it?

She’d felt a reflexive jolt of embarrassment at Claire’s openly erotic display, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop her and risk shaming the girl. There was another impulse that kept her from stopping her daughter in her self-pleasure, one so forbidden she didn’t dare look at it closely, even though it had felt so terribly strong and coursed hotly all through her body. She had been a mess. If only she’d had time to prepare for this moment.

Instead, she’d been paralyzed. So she’d sat there, with these feelings crashing inside her, and had watched Claire’s increasingly passionate masturbation. She had seen the expressions of sexual pleasure on her adorable, innocent face as her daughter had rubbed her smooth pink pussy to a trembling, whimpering orgasm.

There had followed a brief conversational exchange, and Julianne could vaguely recall her dazed acceptance of what her daughter had done. Claire had asked a couple of questions which her mother had been too uncomfortable to truthfully answer, and then her daughter had approached and pushed up her mommy’s nightgown. Julianne couldn’t remember when her thighs had spread open, but she remembered Claire standing between them, her little hand reaching out and exploring her mother’s trimmed pussy, her face burning with equal parts curiosity, excitement, and wonder.

And then her daughter had starting to touch her swollen, soaked cunt in earnest. And Julianne had let her. She had let little Claire share the delicious feelings with her, she’d let her nine year old masturbate her, to love her sex, to commit incest with her. Those impulses she’d felt watching her daughter play with herself had run wild, taken over. And when Claire brought her to a humping, mind-melting orgasm, Julianne could see the delighted amazement on her daughter’s face as she’d watched it happen, knowing that her Mommy liked having her cootie touched too, knowing that her rubbing could make her Mommy have the big happy feeling, just like her.

As she’d looked at her naked daughter, still poised between her spread, quivering legs, her bliss-drenched brain had sparked a passionate love for beautiful little Claire that she’d never imagined she could feel.

Now it was six months later, and her desire for her child, and recently Claire’s best friend Mandy, had only grown, becoming more intense and accepted with each new playtime. She was continually surprised by the girls’ sexual joy and appetite, and how selfless they were in wanting to share pleasure as much as receive it. But then she reflected on her own budding lust when she was their age, and how quickly she’d been shamed and cautioned out of expressing it. If she’d been free, would she have been like them?

Her thoughts and arousal left her feeling dazed as the loving mother ran her fingertips over her daughter’s happy face. Julianne’s body thrummed, she could feel her panties dampening. She turned her attention to Mandy, their eyes locked and Julianne watched the girl’s face light up with overwhelming joy.

Suddenly her daughter reached out and gently shoved her friend’s shoulder. This broke Mandy’s trance and the girl glanced over at Claire, who squinted her eyes and nodded meaningfully at her mom. Mandy’s eyebrows went up in question.

“Go on,” Claire said to her in a growly whisper, “Ask her.”

Julianne scooted a little closer to Mandy, placed a fingertip on the chest of the girl’s teal dress, and began making lazy figure eights over the adorable pads of her immature breasts. Mandy’s nipples strained into the lightweight fabric. With a curious grin, she said, “Ask me what, sweetie?”

The girl’s face was alive with nervous happiness as she stammered, “Do you think… I mean, could I… can I, can I call you Mommy, too?”

Julianne’s stunned heart melted a little when she heard that. She glanced at her daughter, then back to Mandy. She thought she might well up, it was so sweet.

Mandy must’ve taken her pause for reticence because she immediately blurted, “I mean, just when we’re out here, you know, when we play. Just for pretend.”

She put her hands on the girl’s shoulders and looked deep into her brown eyes. “I would love for you to call me that.”

Mandy bounced with delight, a great beaming smile on her face. Julianne heard her daughter clap her hands together. Julianne moved one hand from Mandy’s shoulder and traced her finger long the lower lip of that sweet smile. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

The girl giggled excitedly, nodding, “Uh-huh!”

Julianne sidled even closer to her little admirer and purred, “Then why don’t you ask me?”

Mandy suddenly understood the game and gushed a bit before she managed, “Mommy, please kiss me. Please, Mommy?”

The attractive mother obediently wrapped her lips around Mandy’s and found the girl’s mouth already open, her little tongue venturing out to tease her own, and she found herself gripping the girl’s taut waist and plundering her mouth in an extended, passionate kiss that caused Mandy to arch and rock back a little bit to receive it.

Realizing she was getting carried away, Julianne drew back, breaking off the kiss in a series of affectionate, playful little pecks. Just before she pulled away she felt Mandy’s little hand gently squeeze her full breast through her top. The sensation inflamed her. As the girls became more assertive with their girlishly sexual desires, getting so horny and willing, Julianne was starting to wonder if she was really still in control anymore.

To her right, Claire stared at them open-mouthed. She stroked her fine blonde hair with one hand while the other toyed with the hem of her dress. Her daughter desperately wanted to touch herself, but knew this was playtime in Mommy’s special place. So she impatiently waited, longing. She loved it when her Mommy told her what to do; it had led her to so many naughty discoveries.

So Julianne decided to restore some of her confidence by taking charge. Kneeling back, she waved them in, “Come a little closer.” The girls responded with docile obedience, Claire in a dream like haze of lust, Mandy with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying coquettishly.

With nothing more than a sly grin, Julianne reached forward with both hands, up and under Claire’s dress, gripped the waistband of her little cotton panties and whisked them down her slim legs to her bare feet. She gasped, stiffening, but with just a gentle tug her daughter stepped obediently out of them so her Mommy could drop the little tangle of yellow fabric in her lap. Claire giggled to see it there.

But Julianne had already shifted her weight, slipped up Mandy’s startled thighs, and tugged her panties down, too. The more playful girl practically skipped out of her undies without any prompting, and Julianne set her white panties next to her daughter’s and examined her prizes.

Both girls were looking to her now with coy smiles and shining eyes. She’d just made them very aware of how bare they were under their pretty, flimsy dresses, and how she could fondle them in any way now, whenever she liked. Claire calmly glowed; Mandy could hardly keep still.

Looking Claire steadily in the eye, she picked up her yellow undies, brought them to her nose and sniffed them. The girl blushed bright red as Julianne inhaled the sharp, musky scent of her daughter’s fresh pussy and ass, familiar but still marvelously exotic. Her clit throbbed at the associations that odor had for her. And they were so wet, just the way she liked them, she could feel Claire’s dampness against her upper lip as she held them to her nose.

She sniffed again deeply, and then looked at her daughter with a critical expression. “You seem to be really excited already, aren’t you?”

The girls started, and exchanged a guilty look. Claire continued tugging nervously on her long blonde hair when she responded, “We maybe played a little earlier, Mommy…”

“We?” Julianne interrupted. “Mandy? Did you play too? Did you two play together, with each other?”

On the spot, Mandy just swayed coyly and offered, “Umm…”

Without waiting for any further answer, she kept her quizzical eye on Mandy as she tossed the girl’s white panties until they lay in her hand gusset-up. Even as she drew them to her face, she could see the damp spot. Mandy could too, and her eyes got wide. Mandy smelled different, her pussy a little milder, a little sweeter, but still so fresh and indescribably childlike.

Julianne’s eyelids fluttered from the sensation. She’d never dreamed the smell of  ten-year-old cunt would excite her, but now she had two, and she’d never been happier or hornier. She could only imagine the wet spot growing on her own bright panties.

Claire spoke into her friend’s silence, “We only did it a little, because… well, you know. We couldn’t help it. And we were super careful, we made sure Eva didn’t know.”

Her mother already knew better, but didn’t say it. She’d begun to expect that it wasn’t just the money bringing Eva back to babysit, even though the neighbor girl was almost seventeen. She’d become the perfect spy in Julianne’s house, and had kept a secretive eye on the girls ever since she had discovered them touching themselves. Claire and Mandy never knew that they’d been found out, and this afternoon had been no exception. Eva had surreptitiously monitored every move the girls had made, ending with their “secret” mutual masturbation in the laundry room.

When Julianne had arrived home, the teen had told all. When Eva first reported what she’d seen Claire doing, Julianne had panicked, worried that it might reveal them as an incestuous family. So she’d told Eva she was concerned about her daughter, and could she please keep tabs on this kind of behavior and tell her about it. The teen stammered out an agreement, but Julianne had suspected that there was more to Eva’s watchfulness than mere concern.

Her report to Julianne today only confirmed her suspicions. The way Eva had been unable to meet her eye, the way she blushed, the way her hard nipples were visible through her t-shirt, the loving detail with which she described the girls playfully fondling each other, it all told her that Eva was very much like herself, and had come to lust for these precocious little girls. Julianne had thanked Eva for her detail and discretion, paid her and sent her on her way, certain that the plain looking teen was going home a sexual dynamo, and would spend the rest of that hot afternoon masturbating furiously in her bedroom to the thoughts of her little neighbors.

Maintaining the secret, as well as her dominance over them, she looked them over skeptically. “Hmmm. You’re sure nobody saw?”

Claire crossed her heart. “Eva was on the computer and we were in the back of the house.”

Mandy chimed in. “And we only did it a little. We kept our clothes on.”

“Only a little?” She sniffed the girl’s panties again.

“Yeah,” Mandy insisted. “I didn’t get the wiggly feeling or anything.”

She’d only been having playtime with them since May, when Claire swore her to deepest secrecy and showed her best friend how she’d been rubbing herself to feel happy. A few weeks later, when Mandy was hooked on the delicious feeling of masturbation, Claire had brought her to Julianne. Claire’s Mommy had shown Mandy just how good she could feel by touching there, bringing her off on that same day, first with her fingers, and then with her mouth. Both girls craved to have her lick their tender little pussies, and Julianne love to taste them, loved the way they writhed and thrashed from this exciting new pleasure.

Mandy had kept her secret tightly, even from her own mother. She knew if she told, they’d be in trouble and have to stop. And Mandy loved them, and the feelings they gave her, too much to ever stop. She needed to be touched, she longed to be licked, she loved to wiggle.

Claire had been doing it long enough to call it cum or orgasm, although in the heat of the moment she typically just called it “mm yeah.” Mandy still called it her “wiggly feeling,” and Julianne found it so adorable that she was in no hurry to correct her.

She nodded at Mandy, turned to her daughter and lifted Claire’s yellow panties back up to her nose. Inhaling her intoxicating scent again, it was hard to keep her composure. “You didn’t either?”

“No Mommy. I promise.”

“But you didn’t wait for me before you started playing?” she frowned childishly.

Claire’s face brightened a bit, suspecting this was really a game, but she still answered, “We hadn’t been together in days, we couldn’t help it. She’s my best friend, and she wanted to feel happy.”

“We didn’t know when you’d come home,” Mandy added. “We didn’t know you’d want to play with us. We’re sorry.”

“Sorry what?”

Mandy got the most devilish grin, catching on. “Sorry, Mommy.”

“Well… I guess you couldn’t know that I’d be home for playtime.” Julianne smiled. “Okay then.”

With that, she leaned forward and gave each girl a firm, reconciling kiss on the lips. “I love my pretty girls so much, I could never be too mad at you.” Settling back on her knees, she inspected both of the girls’ panties. “And the way these are, it’s almost like you did it for me. They’re just the way I like them.”

Claire understood her Mommy’s obsession with her smell. She knew now that pussies only got wet when they were excited and ready to feel good, so the scent from between a girl’s legs was a sign that they wanted to be played with. Mandy was new to all this, but she’d sniffed her own fingers after touching herself and liked it. And seeing her best friend and her best friend’s Mommy getting so excited from those odors, made her excited for them, too.

So Julianne greedily sniffed the girls’ panties one more time, then looked at their yearning faces and held the flimsy garments out.

“Do you want to smell each other?”

Each of them gazed at the other’s panties and they both shyly nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Mommy,” Mandy answered.

“Please Mommy,” Claire said.

Julianne extended her hands and the girls gently plucked them away. She watched them. They’d seen her smell their underpants often enough, but had never done it themselves. They looked at each other as they tentatively brought them closer and closer to their faces, each silently daring the other to go first, giggling nervously.

Claire ended up smelling Mandy’s first, holding the white panties daintily to the tip of her nose and speculatively inhaling. Her eyebrows wrinkled then, rose in happy surprise, and she pressed the white undies closer to her face and breathed deeply, letting out a little mewling noise when she exhaled.

Mandy quickly copied her friend, and her first sniff was followed by a gasp of surprise. After that she held the wadded yellow cotton against her mouth and inhaled over and over, her eyes rolling shut.

Grinning, Julianne reached back and up underneath her loose top, unfastening her bra. She felt a drop of sweat run down the groove of her spine. She asked, “Claire, what do you think?”

Taken aback by being called on, she slowly lowered the panties from her face. “It’s, um, it smells funny.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, no it’s nice. It’s just, makes me feel funny. It’s like when I give Mandy a hug and I can tell she super really wants to play and it makes me wanna play, too.”

“Mandy? How about you?”

The brunette was reluctant to lower her best friend’s panties, instead speaking through the fabric. “I like how she smells, Mommy. Sometimes I sniff my fingers after I play with her down there. I like it.”

Claire grinned affectionately at Mandy. “I like yours too. It’s like I’m sniffing you down there.”

Not to be outdone, Mandy replied, “I can kinda smell your butt, too.”

Claire wrinkled her nose and giggled. “Eeeew!”

Mandy pressed on, “No I like it too.” She smelled her friend’s undies again just to prove it.

As they bantered, Julianne slouched out of her straps and pulled her coral bra out through the loose sleeve of her top, setting her large breasts free. The girls broke off their debate to watch her accomplish this with the slack-jaw amazement normally reserved for magic tricks. They were so impressed Julianne almost expected them to applaud. Dropping the bra, she squeezed her tits through her blouse. The girls watched raptly.

“So lovelies, what do you think? Do you like the way she smells down there?”

Both their heads nodded emphatically.

“Do you think you might want to smell her down there someday? Maybe play down there the way Mommy likes to play with you?”

Mandy and Claire looked at each other, their eyes widening like saucers, then shivering with explosions of nervous giggles. The idea of nuzzling each other’s cooties, of tasting what they smelled, still frightened as much as it thrilled.

Julianne grinned knowingly. “Well, come here and give me those.”

The girls sidled up before her and handed her the panties, which she set daintily aside.

“If you’re not up to sniffing, maybe you’re up to kissing?”

The girls smiled, Claire biting her lower lip. She leaned in to her mother.

Julianne gently put her hands on her daughter’s arms, stopping her. “No, sweetheart. Her. Kiss Mandy, kiss like you did when you were playing earlier,” she instructed, guiding her toward her adorable little friend.

As Claire turned, Mandy encouragingly took her hands and drew her closer. Julianne’s daughter shook her feathery blonde hair back, and with a brief, happy giggle, leaned into Mandy.

At first, between each affectionate little peck, the girls would part and look into each other’s faces, sharing their happiness. But soon there wasn’t any need to reassure. They were warm and sweaty and excited, and the fact that Mommy was watching only added to the fun. Their eyelashes settled onto their cheeks, and their kisses grew long and steamy, their little mouths opening, plush lips slipping and pressing, the glistening flicker of a tongue sometimes showing. They released their hands and stroked each other’s bodies as they wrapped their arms around one another. Claire cupped under Mandy’s brown curls, drawing her head closer as her other hand ran over her friend’s chest, passing over and over her stiff, aroused nipples. For her part, Mandy’s hands ran all over the back of Claire’s pink dress, sometimes trailing the girl’s long blonde hair between her dainty fingers.

Watching the girls get carried away in their sensual joy, Julianne’s own hand stole between her legs and gently rubbed her pleading cunt over her coral colored panties. She felt the tender heat, the wetness seeping through the fabric even as the shimmering pleasure coursed through her clit into her body. She gazed at them raptly as she touched herself, her lips parted. She loved it when they did this. It wasn’t like they were putting on a show for her; the girls were lost in their very real, very precocious, sexual desire. But they included her in their intimacy. Her presence not only assured them that their play was all right, it also promised an ecstasy that the girls were unable to reach on their own.

They wanted their Mommy’s touch, knowing and demanding. Their delicate ten-year-old pussies had grown accustomed to the pleasure she could create, and they craved it.

Julianne felt her hips start to roll, and self-consciously drew her fingers away from her cunt. She was getting carried away herself, close to coming from her pedophile voyeurism, and she had such plans for the lovely little girls.

So she reached out to both of them, wrapped one hand around each of their slender thighs, and began stroking upward.

The girls jumped a bit, startled, parted, and looked to her, Mandy’s face hopeful and Claire’s suddenly shy, awaiting instruction.

“Mommy?” Claire peeped.

Julianne let go, raised her arms, and placed her hands on the back of their heads, sensing the heat the sunshine had cast on their hair.

“Oh, pretties, I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She turned their heads back to face each other and gently forced them together. “You keep loving on each other, and let me take care of the rest.”

As their lips brushed together, the girls immediately succumbed, their mouths opening as their eyes shut, picking up the scent where they left off. Claire made a happy little mew into Mandy’s mouth.

Julianne reached down again and clasped the satiny flesh of their legs, running her hands up. Under the dresses, their thighs were damp with sweat, and she couldn’t resist savoring the feel of their soft, slippery skin under her fingers. The taut plushness of their bodies was delectable to her, irresistible.

Mandy leaned a bit and cocked her thigh, opening her legs wider, and Julianne realized that she was teasing them. They might have sexual impulses, but they were still little girls and patience was not their strong suit.

So she inched higher, nestling the edge of her hands into the warm snug spot at the top of their thighs, and gently pressed her index fingers into both of their dainty, tiny slits. Mandy’s gasp was muffled by kisses. Julianne settled in, and by bending the tips of her index fingers she could feel the sweet apex of their pussies, and the firm little clits just below. As their underwear had hinted, both girls were wet and puffy, terribly excited, and as she slid back and forth along those intimate slits, her touch glided through their labia with a warm, buttery softness.

The girls began to move, Mandy standing on tiptoes and leaning against her best friend, arching her round little butt up and out, Claire beginning to pump her hips into her Mommy’s loving hand. So when Julianne withdrew her hands from their happy quims, they both made sharp whining noises even as their tongues played together.

“Oh, don’t worry,” she soothed them, as she began to run her touch deeper under their loose sundresses. “I wanted to make sure you were telling the truth about playing earlier, and you were, you were. You’re both so frisky right now, and I’m going to take care of you, I will. But you’re just so pretty that Mommy wants to feel you all over.” Her hands stroked them even as she said this, over the soft cheeks of their bottoms, the sleek curve of their backs, their tummies, their ticklish flanks.

“Does this feel okay? Do you like it?”

Mandy and Claire broke off their kiss and turned to her, leaning cheek to cheek, grinning, their eyes twinkling.

“Yes Mommy,” Claire said.

Mandy chuckled a bit as Julianne touched a particularly ticklish spot, “I like it, Mommy.”

“So do I,” Julianne replied, and for a moment they just luxuriated in the sensation of the woman stroking the two ten year olds’ flesh, the girls shifting and turning to get her hands just where they wanted them, alternating between gazing at Julianne with gratified wonder, and glancing down to see her hands sweeping around beneath their dresses, amazed at feeling the bliss of having their naked bodies caressed and all the while looking like everything was normal.

Mandy made little purring noises.

Claire’s eyes kept rolling up, but as her Mommy’s hand ran tenderly over her ass, she focused on Julianne and murmured, “Kiss me, Mommy. Please, kiss me.”

She responded to her daughter’s request with eagerness, ducking in and covering the girl’s mouth with her own. Claire’s tongue ventured out excitedly, Julianne’s joined her and they danced wetly together. It still dazzled the young mother, knowing it was her baby girl that wanted such naughty things from her, admitting that she wanted to do them to her just as badly.

She felt Mandy begin to nuzzle the side of her neck, kissing and licking. Parting from her daughter, she turned to this fun new one, and began kissing her just as passionately. Even though the girls were novices, they each had their own style of kissing – Claire was eager and sloppy with appetite, while Mandy, for all her cheekiness, was tender and deeply sensual. Julianne found herself adapting to the way Mandy’s tongue slid lingeringly across her own, pushing as deep into her mouth as the girl could reach.

Soon she felt her daughter’s lips and nimble tongue playing with her ear. Claire had figured out that this was Mommy’s erotic weakness, that it would make her lose control and become an insatiable animal, turning any encounter into a frantic quest for one mind-blanking orgasm after another. This was no exception. Julianne felt her cunt throb and a great liquid heat began radiating into her body as Claire nibbled her ear, driving her wild.

She clutched the girls’ silky flesh and pulled them closer, felt their warmth, their softness, pressing against her, rubbing themselves deliberately against her tits, loving the sensation. She released Mandy and turned back to her daughter, but Mandy was doing the same thing and suddenly the three of them were in a drooling orgy of open-mouthed licks and kisses, and they all closed their eyes and let themselves be caught up in it. She felt lips against her cheek, her tongue flickered against one of the girl’s chins, their gasping breath mixed, and she could hear Claire making a little, longing groan.

Mandy’s hand passed over Julianne’s on the small of Claire’s back, the girl’s hand over the dress and her mother’s underneath. Julianne was aware that Claire was groping Mandy’s chest, squeezing the buds of her breasts and squeezing her protruding, erect nipples through the fabric.

Under her hands, she felt the girls getting sweatier. So was she. Under the summer sun with her horny little darlings, everything had become so hot.

She was hardly aware of what she was doing until she felt her hands stealing between their legs again from behind, the plush weight of their thighs, the moist heat, and then the treasure, the dainty swollen slickness of their sweet, needy little cunts. Julianne was lost in the moment, the ardor of the three of them pleasuring each other. Her fingers snuggled and stroked in between their petal-like lips, adoring their feverish wetness, the way they squirmed against her as she began to masturbate them in earnest. All Julianne could feel now was lust, and she knew it had to go higher, she knew she had to give them more.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy,” Mandy sighed, her voice trembling, “do it. Do it.”

Claire made an ecstatic moan and lifted her knee, revealing her pussy to be pleasured, draping one arm over her Mommy’s shoulder and the back of her neck for support. Mandy assumed the same pose as before, on her tiptoes, arching out her round little ass.

Julianne cupped both of their aroused little morsels, and quickly found their clits with the pads of her questing index fingers. As a tease she wiggled her fingers quickly and lightly over the exquisitely sensitive little buds, and relished how the girls stiffened as the sexual excitement she gave them became too intense to take.

As Claire bit her lip and Mandy whimpered, Julianne relented, giving them soothing, gentle caresses all along the length of their slits. She kissed their cheeks and ears as she did, murmuring, “Oh my lovelies, such good girls, such pretty good girls, Mommy loves to touch you.”

And with that, she gave it to them exactly the way she knew each of them loved it. She’d paid attention during their experiences together, and now her touch was meltingly expert.

Claire wanted it firm, slowly moving with lots of pressure, and Julianne supplied it until she was nearly lifting her ten year old daughter up by her pussy. And Claire responded in exactly the way her Mommy thought she would, by thrusting her hips against those naughty fingers in short, sharp jerks, fucking Mommy’s hand and grinding her little clit at the bottom of each thrust. The girl’s whole body rolled with her pumping, her feathery blonde hair bouncing along her back, catching the light.

What Mandy craved was having her clit caught between two of Julianne’s adoring fingers, squeezing and fondling her nub with a gentle steady rhythm. Occasionally, as Mandy came close to her wiggly feeling, her play Mommy would back off and probe at the wet entrance to the girl’s pussy canal, which invariably made her roll up her eyes, toss back her head and its pretty brown curls, and make yummy “mmmm” sounds with each breath. Julianne went back and forth between nubbin and cunny hole, gauging her excitement.

Mandy had a secret pleasure, too, one that Julianne had discovered but Mandy was still too shy to share with Claire. She had an erotically sensitive anus. She loved to have her butt hole touched and tickled, but it was still very new and she felt kind of ashamed by it, too. With the dress hiding her play, Julianne felt free to indulge her little kink, slipping her thumb up between the snug hot cheeks of Mandy’s bottom, until she felt the wrinkly star of her anus under the pad of her thumb.

Mandy shuddered as Julianne began to firmly rub and caress her tiny pucker, aided by the perspiration that was trapped in the groove of her firm cheeks. The girl’s brows shot up in surprise, but as Julianne captured her clit between her fingertips and matched the rhythm on both her joy button and yielding anus to the helpless urgings of her little body, Mandy’s sighs became moaning exclamations. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at Julianne with a kind of gratified awe as the bliss blossomed inside her.

Her daughter’s humping was growing wilder, more instinctive, out of control, and every breath came out in a panting little “Uh, uh, uh.” It excited Julianne so much that Claire was like this, a hungry sexual little animal, alive to her premature desires, and more than happy to let her loving Mommy between her trembling thighs to satisfy her. Claire had made it clear how secret she was keeping what they did, she knew what they were doing together was forbidden. But if she thought it was wrong she showed no sign of it, and her urges and habits had grown so strong by now that she desperately need Mommy to take care of her.

And Mommy was so happy to take care of her pretty girls, just like she was now. She loved catering to their desires, encouraging them to more and more, wickedly relishing the thought that she was nurturing their completely taboo precocious, incestuous lusts. She wanted them like this as much as possible – wet, playful and needy, looking to her for guidance, acceptance, and satisfaction.

That was what she gave them now, speeding up as she sensed their bodies’ demands, doing her best to control their excitement so that they would cum together, in each others’ arms. She kissed her daughter’s mouth, then Mandy’s, and both girls responded fervently.

As she drew back, Claire stretched her neck, trying to prolong the kiss, finally sighing, “Oh Mommy…”

Julianne gazed adoringly at her girls, so beautiful as they each enthusiastically rode her playing fingers, each caught in her own rising pleasures but both getting so close, so close. Mandy was still looking at her, but her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, her cheeks growing pinker underneath their spray of freckles. Draped by her swaying, fine blonde hair, Claire’s fair skin blushed over her entire face, a delicate furrow of concentration between her closed eyes, her mouth opening wider as she approached the peak of delight pumping her juicy girlish pussy into her Mommy’s skilled hand.

Sensing the moment, she told them, “Girls, girls, look at each other, you’re both so pretty, look, look…”

Almost deliriously they did what they were told, and their gazes locked as they saw their naughtiness, their joy, mirrored in one another.

Mandy immediately stiffened and began to tremble, making a great melting expression of sympathy and affection and overwhelming pleasure. Fresh sweat pricked out all over her body, making her shine.

Claire held Mandy’s eyes and Julianne felt her little hips begin to jerk sharply against her hand as she reached an uncontrollable surging delight. Her blush grew brighter, and her mouth teased into a wide open smile at her best friend and little lover. She nodded, encouraging, assuring, agreeing.

And suddenly Julianne watched her daughter’s expression change to one of total, shocking surprise as she reached orgasm, her soaked silky pussy squeezing and pulsing in her mother’s hand, her lithe little body shuddering and gyrating as she felt the hot bliss pour all through her. Claire’s hair shook wildly, draping her face as she went, “Ah! Mmm! Mmm, mm yeah…”

Mandy watched her friend come with love and wonder, and at the same time thrust her hips down and back, putting lots of pressure on Julianne’s fingertips as she strummed her engorged little clit, and forcing her play-Mommy’s thumb to slightly penetrate her asshole. She took a gasping breath and seemed to hold it, her body almost buzzing with intense arousal.

Julianne just had time to sense the incredibly tight, smooth, tender flesh that lay just beyond Mandy’s pucker when the girl’s whole body convulsed, squeezing out her probing thumb, trapping it between her clenched butt cheeks, just like her wet thighs had clamped around Julianne’s hand. She swooned forward and clutched Claire in a sweaty embrace. Hanging her head over her friend’s shoulder, she pressed their bodies together and let Claire feel every writhing spasm as her glorious release swept through her, whimpering and clinging.

As it reached its climax, she sobbed, “Oh! Oh! I love you! I love you!”

Julianne and Claire knew they were both included in her passionate confession. They both kissed her cheeks, her hair, her ears, her neck as she shuddered and groaned. Soon, Mandy came around and responded to them, offering up panting, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were often more like licks, reminding Julianne of a wildly affectionate puppy. She found her pretend-daughter’s ardor endearing, and by the way Claire giggled, she wasn’t the only one.

The girls calmed down a little, and Julianne was able to extricate her hand reluctantly from between their unsteady legs. She didn’t take them out from under their dresses, though, gently stroking the soft quivering curves of their backs and bottoms, unwilling to relinquish the luscious texture of their flesh.

Claire and Mandy gradually loosened their embrace, and both of them turned to Julianne with breathless, grateful smiles. Her heart and cunt both melted to see them. Once, those twinned feelings of maternal affection and wicked lust confused her, but not any more. She loved her daughter, and her love for Mandy grew warmer every time the girl showed just how ready she was to express her own. She loved them completely, their characters, their hearts, their bodies, without inhibition or limit, and they returned that love in ways more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. The smile that she felt bloom on her face, the tears welling up in her eyes, showed her pretty girls her simple, overwhelming joy.

The girls looked into her face, and what they saw there made them both go, “Awwww…”

Claire followed her outburst with, “Thank you, Mommy.”

Mandy followed up by babbling, “Oh Mommy I love it I love how you give me the wiggle feeling so good we have the best play times Mommy -”

“Oh you’re such good girls,” Julianne gushed.

Hearing that, the two squealed and pounced, their weight just about bowling her over from her kneeling position. As their arms and legs wrapped around her, she felt a rain of pretty kisses fall onto her face and neck, so loving and playful that her affection and heat both climbed higher. She squeezed the ten year olds close and chuckled with delight.

As playful as they were, the girls were not innocent. Mandy’s hands wandered, and one of them stole their way to her breast, at first cupping and touching, but at this point she was petting and mercilessly teasing her prominent, sensitive nipple, sending thrilling aches deep into her tummy. Her daughter’s dress had rode up in front during the hug, and Claire had taken advantage of it. Julianne felt the heat and dampness of the girl’s crotch pressing into her side, and slowly but surely, her little daughter’s movements were turning into humping.

With an effort, she peeled the girls away from herself. They pawed and giggled at being deprived of their plaything. She could see their eyes shining with fresh passion; they wanted to make their Mommy get the good naughty feelings, too.

Julianne said, “That’s so wonderful. But don’t you pretty girls love each other, too?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Mandy answered brightly.

“I do, Mommy,” Claire replied, glancing affectionately at her friend.

Withdrawing her hands from underneath the girls dresses, she said, “Well, kiss her.”

“Okay, Mommy,” Mandy said with enthusiasm. Then to Claire, she said, “I love you.”

Claire was touched. She said,”I love you too,” even as she leaned in.

The girls kissed deeply. As she watched, Julianne took the opportunity to unbutton her blouse. Shrugging it off, she immediately felt the luscious sunshine warming her naked skin, suffusing her with summer’s endless energy.

Claire and Mandy were distracted from their fun when Julianne stood. And when they saw her step out of her panties and stand before them completely nude, all their attention turned toward her.

“You’re so pretty, Mommy,” Claire sighed.

“Are we gonna play some more?” Mandy asked.

Julianne smirked. “I don’t know. Are you two still feeling frisky?”

Two big, eager nods.

“Can I smell your panties?” Mandy blurted.

Her pretend Mom cocked a hip. “How do you say it?”

The pretty brunette smiled and said, “Please, Mommy, can I please sniff your panties?”

Her request was new, audacious, and hot. Julianne’s pussy throbbed. She pretended reluctance. “Hmm, well, I guess.”

“Can I do it, too?” Claire chimed in.

“Hmm?”

“Please, Mommy, can I?”

“Sure. Both of you get in close.”

She arranged the twist of coral fabric until the soaked gusset was facing out, the extended her arm. Claire and Mandy ducked in daintily, like they were about to smell a flower. But after their first tentative inhale, they both nuzzled into her panties as if it were her body. Claire chuckled softly. Julianne’s hand slipped between her own legs and began fondling her aching cunt. Fiery pleasure erupted at her touch, she was so swollen, so wet, so ready. If the girls wanted to taste their Mommy today, she would be ripe to their tongues.

Just the thought of it made her swoon a bit. “Okay, that’s enough.”

The girls looked disappointed as she drew their prize away and dropped it on the lawn. They quickly noticed that their Mommy was playing with herself. Claire bit her lip.

“Are you two still going to be my good little girls?”

“Yes Mommy,” they replied in unison.

“Then take off those dresses and be naked with me.”

It was adorable how they wriggled and stumbled in their haste to remove them. Mandy cast hers aside thoughtlessly, but Claire got a naughty little thrill out of dropping it right beside her. She’d never be allowed to leave her clothes lying around the house.

Now they were nude, and they danced delightedly with the sensation of it. Mandy lightly skimmed her body all over. Claire tossed her blonde hair back and gathered it all into one hand so her skin was bared to the golden sunshine. She let her other hand steal onto the bright pink crease of her quim, and she started to mirror her mother.

All three touched themselves, and all three glanced wildly at the bodies of the others, filling with desire. Julianne felt like an erotic goddess here in her little natural temple, with two ardent acolytes who were eager to learn the rituals of lust she would teach them.

“I think we should stay out and play all day til it gets dark,” Mandy said. “Just play and touch and kiss and wiggle over and over. Can we do that Mommy, please?”

Julianne nodded regally.

“I think Mommy should sit on the bench so we can make her happy,” Claire proposed.

“Yeah! I wanna touch you, Mommy.”

Julianne grinned and made her way over to the bench. “How can I refuse?” The girls trailed, giggling.

Before she’d even seated herself, Mandy was kissing her back and Claire was stroking her breasts. Julianne closed her eyes. This was like sinking into a bath made of girlish lust. Their hands and lips were all over her. She parted her legs and Claire slipped between them, crouching to take a nipple in her lovely clever mouth.

She felt the familiar touch of her daughter’s little fingers parting her soaking pussy lips, finding her hardened clit, and beginning to rub. Mandy swept her hair aside and began licking her ear. Ecstasy swelled in her body as the naked little girls made excited love to her, here in the golden green shelter that was all hers, all three bodies nude and shining and full of the sexy urges naked girls feel in the summer.

Mommy is a goddess, she thought as her body filled with a liquid heat that was as sweet as sunshine.

The End

 

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Cheryl and My Mother, Part 2

  • Posted on April 15, 2019 at 2:21 pm

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Previously, in Part One: Sixteen-year-old Linda is stunned to discover that her own mother Beth has become the willing sex slave of her best friend Cheryl, then finds herself interested when Cheryl offers to help Linda become the dominant of her mother, Violet. Though she agrees to her friend’s scheme, Linda finds herself even more excited about the possibility of exploring incest with her own mom.

*****

“I’d like to be your lover, Violet.” Our noses were mere inches apart as I whispered these words in her kitchen. I had just surprised Cheryl’s mother by entering the room and wrapping my arms around her in a loving hug, nuzzling her neck… then I told her what I wanted from her.

The thirty-nine-year-old woman gasped at my bluntness… and she flushed awkwardly.

“Linda — you don’t know what you’re saying.” Violet turned away and stood before the stove as if she was too embarrassed to look at me.

I came around the counter and stood behind her, my nose in her long thick blonde hair. “I’m a virgin, Violet.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against her ear, kissing it gently. “I want… I need you to teach me how to be a woman.” One of my hands was placed gently upon Cheryl’s mother’s ass, and I was surprised at how firm it was.

She leaned over the stove so that her head pulled away from my warm lips, but this left her ass in the palm of my hand. Cheryl had told me that she guessed her mother was very anal — that her ass was her prime erogenous zone.

“I can’t, honey!” she pleaded. “If you like girls, Linda, there must be others that would… do this for you.”

Did I like girls?

A month ago I would have vehemently said ‘no’. Yet, the one person I most desired was a woman, an older sexy woman — my own mother, actually. And when I watched mother and that teenage girl fuck, it wasn’t the girl’s body that I hungered for.

“Like Cheryl, you mean…?” I said sweetly.

Violet gasped, pulled away from me and retreated backwards to the sink. Horror filled her eyes. “Cheryl likes boys.” I think she said it more for her benefit than mine.

I eventually shrugged as an answer, “I want you, Violet.” She shook her head side to side silently. “If I can’t have you, then… well, Cheryl is a younger version of you, isn’t she…?”

Violet’s mouth opened as her sudden horror caused her shoulders to slump.

“I’m married,” she whispered, as if that obvious fact was enough to stop my advances.

“Cheryl says you and her father haven’t fucked for months,” I said softly.

The older woman frowned, wondering how her daughter knew this. Cheryl loved all forms of sex, even voyeurism — and she seemed to be very knowledgable about her mother’s sex life.

I sighed as if resigning my position, “If you don’t want to be my girlfriend, Violet… can’t you at least help me — teach me about love… please? I want you so very much…”

Some of her confidence seemed to return — she thought I was retreating. “I’m not a lesbian, dear, but you are like a daughter to me… and I will do what I can to help you.”

I sniffled and threw myself against her. My arms encircled her and I sobbed against her for several dramatic minutes, pressing my body tightly to hers before turning about and running out of there and back to my house.

Mother was making Cheryl lunch, naked but for black stockings and high heels. She tried to ignore me as I stood enjoying the sight of her for nearly a minute.

I found my best friend wearing mother’s bathrobe seated in our living room, obviously naked beneath. Her face lit up when she saw me.

I sat in the chair across from her, noticing that I could see straight up the bathrobe, right to the lightly downed pussy between her pale thighs. She opened her legs wider when she saw me look.

“Tell me how it went,” she murmured, and my eyes returned to hers as I did so, hiding nothing of my visit with her mother.

*****

Violet frowned when I got in her Mercedes without her daughter… she was clearly nervous to be alone with me, I saw. “Where’s Cheryl, Linda?”

I put my school bag down at my feet and reached for the seat belt. “She went over to a friend’s house.” Mine, actually, for an afternoon of kinky sex with my mom, but it was far too early for Violet to know about her daughter’s sexual games. “I wanted to be alone with you anyway.” I slipped my hand upon her thigh, squeezing for emphasis.

Shocked, she gasped, “Don’t do that, Linda!” I stroked the bare skin of her leg lovingly, noting that she had worn an attractive skirt that day. “Please,” she begged me, “please stop this…”

I gazed deep into her eyes and breathed, “I will if you kiss me.”

Violet’s nervousness was turning into furious surprise as she batted my hand away, then put the car into first gear and sped out of the parking lot.

After a few blocks I broke the thick silence. “You said you would help me, Violet.” I could tell my use of her first name made her uneasy, which is why I continued to use it.

She seemed surprised, as if she didn’t remember telling me that the day before. “How could I possibly help you, Linda?”

“I want to know what it’s like to make love to a woman, Violet… and you are the one I want. I’d love to have you lick my pussy…”

Violet hit the brakes of her car and pulled to the side of the street. She then turned toward me on the leather seat, on the verge of tears. At first she was at a loss for words, but they finally came to her, “Linda — I told you… I’m — I’m not a lesbian… and I’m h-happily married!”

I blurted, “You never said ‘happily’… and I don’t believe that, either.”

That stunned her to silence, mouth open.

I threw my trump card into the game, “Cheryl offered to… be with me.”

Violet faced forwards again in her seat, both hands holding the steering wheel in a death grip. “My God!”

“I don’t want to ruin my friendship with Cheryl… but I really want you!” I feigned a sob of despair.

“My daughter would never do such a thing!”

“I can prove it to you.” Her disbelieving eyes returned to me, daring me.

I reached into my purse and quickly rummaged inside it, pulling out a note, handwritten by Cheryl. In truth, she and I had composed it the night before. We made it just explicit enough to make it clear that Violet’s daughter was offering to be my lover.

Violet read the note, her hands trembling.

“Is that proof enough for you?” I said in a stricken voice.

She turned to me, finally whispering, “W-why are you doing this to me…?”

“Doing what? Telling you that I find you beautiful… that I think about being with you all the time? That I want to share pleasure with you?” A lie — I still craved my mother above all, but I was also looking forward to fucking Violet, to teaching her about the pleasures of lesbian love… pleasures I myself had only just learned to enjoy. “Is that so wrong, Violet?” My voice was angry now.

She sat motionless for a long time. Finally, she turned to me. “All right… I will do it.”

“Do what?” I was pushing her, wanting her to submit to me from the very start.

“I will,” she was struggling, but I stared her down until she lowered her head. “I will… make love to you.” She was whispering, her hands trembling in her lap.

I took her face in my hands turned it to mine, and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. “I’ll get out here, Violet,” I murmured, opening the car door, “I just remembered — I need to visit the library.” I began to walk away, then turned back to smile at Cheryl’s mother through the open window. “I’ll call you.”

As I walked away, I glanced back over my shoulder, feeling a prickle of excitement to see Violet, staring at nothing, her fingers brushing her lips where I had just kissed her. She had resisted me, but something inside her — something obviously neglected by her husband — had responded to my desire. I smiled… our plan was going beautifully. Reaching into my purse for my cell phone, I quickly punched in Cheryl’s number.

She caught me on the second ring. “Hello?”

“It worked.”

*****

I opened our front door, wearing my bathrobe, to let Violet in. Cheryl had taken Mom out somewhere, so the house would be vacant for my sexual games with her mother. Violet’s demeanor was reluctant, but the fact that she was wearing an attractive dress was not lost on me. Even if the idea of lesbian sex unnerved her, the fact that she was wanted and desired clearly had an effect on her. And I intended to make the most of that…

Without a word, I led her from the foyer to my bedroom. As she followed me, I wondered for a moment what kinky games Cheryl was playing with my mother right then.

As I entered the bedroom, I slowly turned to face Violet, then let my robe fall open. Her eyes widened as she saw that, but for the robe, I was naked.

I moved closer, my face inches from hers. My hand extended to brush her cheek. “You are a beautiful woman,” I breathed. She stood motionless, rooted to the spot. Moving closer, I brought my mouth to hers for a kiss.

The kiss was gentle, affectionate… I wanted to take things as slow as possible before our sex play got down and dirty. She didn’t really respond to the kiss, but she didn’t pull away, either.

I pulled back and gazed deep into her eyes, pressing my body slightly against hers. She was trembling slightly… and that was when I knew I could take her any way I wanted. Violet clearly thought what we were doing was wrong, and didn’t want to respond to my overtures, but she needed to be loved so badly that her resistance was already weakening. Anyhow, she had no choice but to make love with me… now all I had to do was make her need it.

I kissed her again, this time softly at first… then I was thrilled to feel her lips part slightly. Without hesitation, I slipped my tongue into Violet’s mouth and entwined her in my arms, pulling her into me. She wouldn’t let herself kiss me back, not yet anyway… but she was definitely allowing me to have my way with her.

Suddenly I pushed her against the wall and hoisted up her skirt. Before she could protest, I slid my hand into Violet’s panties, seeking her cunt. As I had suspected, her pussy was wet.

Violet tore her mouth from mine, but I quickly slipped a finger inside her slick channel… and whatever she had intended to say trailed off into a moan. I fingered her hard and fast, and by the way her legs were trembling, it was clear just how thrilled my best friend’s mother was.

“I’m fucking you, Violet,” I murmured into her ear, pausing to run my tongue around it. “Do you like me fucking you?”

She said nothing, and I hissed “Do you? Do you like it?”

A barely-there whisper. “Yes…” Her arms slowly wrapped their way around my bare back. My excitement soared. Already she was submitting to my desires…

“What do you like, Violet? Tell me!” I slid a second finger into her.

“Ohhhhh… I like… like you f-fucking me!” she gasped, clearly close to climax.

Before she could come, I quickly removed my hand from her panties. Violet stood slumped against the wall in a daze, blinking foolishly. My eyes burned into hers as I slipped my pussy-wet fingers into my mouth and sucked at them.

“It’s my turn, Violet,” I purred. Turning away from her, I padded over to my bed and sat, then looked up at her. With a wicked smile, I said softly, “Take your clothes off.”

Violet stepped from her shoes and, with shaking hands, began unfastening the buttons of her dress, sliding it from her shoulders to puddle at her feet. She reached around to unhook her bra, then let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were beautiful, full and firm with just a hint of sag. My friend’s mother pushed her panties to her feet and stepped from them, then stood motionless, presenting her naked body to me. Her honey-wheat pubes were full and lush, and I could just barely detect the glistening pinkness of her slit. Her eyes were wide, her breath excited as she waited for my instructions. I knew now how badly she needed to be taken, to be controlled.

I languidly lay back on the bed, parting my thighs to fully reveal my wet cunt to her gaze. “Pleasure me, Violet,” I whispered.

She simply came forward, climbed on the bed and knelt between my knees, her eyes now locked to my sparse red pubic hair and the moist labia beneath. It was why she was here… and what she feared most. What she wanted most.

Without any foreplay or words, Violet closed her eyes and lowered her face into my sex. Her soft mouth brushed lightly against my wet heat as she tentatively explored me. I hummed with satisfaction as her tongue emerged to slowly lick at my cunt. Encouraged by my response, she grew more confident in her oral ministrations. “Yes, Violet… that’s a good girl,” I breathed.

She was obviously inexperienced at eating pussy, but I could feel her getting into what she was doing, and it felt really good… if not as good as what my mother had given me on that wild afternoon that started me on this path of sweet depravity. Violet was now licking and sucking my cunt eagerly, working hard to please me… and I decided to push her even further.

I nudged her face away and drew my knees to my breasts, opening myself even wider. “Lick my asshole, Violet.”

She didn’t hesitate for a moment, just trailed her tongue from my cunt down to my crack. I felt her gently rim my asshole, and sighed with pleasure. After a minute of this her tongue was pressing firmly into my anal ring. It felt wonderful. Obviously Cheryl had been correct about her mother’s love of ass play.

This went on for some time, Violet rimming my asshole expertly, before I suddenly lifted her head and commanded, “Lick my clit, Violet!”

And when her lips encircled my clitoris, I began to orgasm with a wave of electric pleasure that burned through my body like a wildfire, leaving me panting with delight.

It lasted for a long while and opened my eyes to look at her staring up my body almost innocently. A stab of excitement shot through me as I realized that she was waiting for me to tell her what to do next. God, this woman was a born submissive!

I sat up, swinging my legs to the floor. “Get on all fours, Violet.”

Without a word she obeyed. I stood and walked around her. Violet was trembling slightly, her body flushed with excitement. Her cunt was so wet that it was oozing down her thighs. I could easily smell her arousal.

I placed my hand on Violet’s ass, and a shudder of pleasure ran through her. My fingers glided lightly over her cheeks. Violet was breathing heavily, her body as taut as piano wire. She desperately needed to come… but I would make her beg me for it.

My hand slipped between her thighs to brush her cunt. She cried out, throwing her head back. I teased her mercilessly with my touches; gently stroking her labia, trailing my fingers down her opening, allowing just the tip of a finger to penetrate her burning slit. Violet was now trembling from head to toe. Finally she whispered “Please…”

I leaned in close, my lips touching her ear. “Please what, Violet?”

“Please, Linda… f-finish me off.”

I withdrew my hand from between her thighs, and she moaned in frustration… then yelped as I slapped her ass. hard. I spoke softly, but with a catch in my voice. “In the first place, you will not call me ‘Linda’ when we are fucking,” I said. “Let’s get this straight, Violet… you are my sexual plaything, and I am now your mistress.” I slapped her ass again, and she cried out. “In the second place,” I continued, “what you really want is for me to fuck you… NOT ‘finish you off.'” I grabbed her chin and turned her face to mine. “So tell me what you want, Violet.”

Her eyes were frantic, mouth open. “I… I want you to, to fuck me… Mistress.”

I slapped her butt a third time. “Ask me nicely!”

Violet moaned, her body twisting. “PLEASE, Mistress,” she gasped, her eyes brimming with tears. “Please… fuck me!”

She screamed as I plunged two fingers deep into her cunt. I fucked her hard and fast — feeling the sensations rising through her body, feeling her climax approaching. And it was at that precise moment that I placed the tip of my other index finger on the pale rosebud of her anus, and pushed it into her ass with a single stroke.

Violet screamed again, an agonized howl ripping from her throat as she exploded in a convulsive orgasm, her body thrashing helplessly. It was incredible — I didn’t know a person could come so hard. But then, I’d have bet that Violet hadn’t known she could, either…

Her climax lasted for nearly two amazing minutes… then she slumped forward, her face buried in my pillow, her ass in the air. I withdrew my fingers from her cunt, then licked them. Since I had never gone down on another female, this was my first taste of pussy. A delicious tingle ran through me as I wondered how Mom tasted…

Violet lay on her side, curled into a ball, dozing lightly. I dressed and left her there, going down to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

Fifteen minutes later, Violet quietly came into the kitchen as I ate.

“I… have to go now,” she said in a quiet voice. Her face was pale, and she seemed shaken.

I rose, crossing the room to her. Before she could speak, my body was pressed against hers. Our noses were almost touching.

“You’ll be here the same time Thursday,” I said flatly.

Her mouth opened, and nothing came out at first. Finally she managed “Yes.” I fixed her with a glare, and she hastened to say, “Yes, Mistress.”

I allowed my face to relax into a half-smile. “Very good, Violet,” I murmured, closing the gap between us to plant a kiss on her mouth. My tongue quickly licked its way around her lips for a tantalizing moment, then I was suddenly walking away from her, back to my seat.

I sat, absently took a sip of tea, then glanced back at Violet. She just stood there, her eyes glazed with fresh desire. God… just one kiss had made her hot all over again! I was tempted to take her upstairs for another fuck… but I decided to leave her hungry for more.

“Goodbye, Violet,” I said in an even voice, “See you Thursday.” I picked up a magazine and began to read, ignoring her. After a moment, I heard the door quietly close.

*****

“Well, are you enjoying it?”

It was a strange question, coming from Cheryl. But I was enjoying it, wasn’t I?

I was forcing a woman to do things she thought were wrong, things that answered a need inside her that she might never have known. I loved forcing Violet past what she would consider the limit of her sexuality… and making her crave it.

But I knew it was something else — I was learning to control Violet so that, if the chance presented itself, I might have the one I truly desired under my power.

It was three weeks since that first time I fucked Cheryl’s mother. Since then, I’d had my way with her on more than half a dozen occasions. I’ve had time to wonder why my mother submitted, because I doubt she’d had to be pushed into it as Violet had… Cheryl had simply seduced her. Obviously, Mom had known for some time that what she wanted was to be under the sexual control of another person, while Violet had to discover it in a single afternoon.

And that was what Cheryl wanted with me? She had made it obvious these last couple of weeks that she was available for me at any time, ready and willing to be submissive to my desires. Did she want us to have a relationship as she had with my mother? I wondered, but would not ask Cheryl about that.

I told her the truth, “I’m enjoying it very much.”

Cheryl knows every detail of what went on between her mother and I — it was her price for helping me succeed in this quest. And I knew it excited her, because afterward she would disappear with my mother.

I looked at Cheryl thoughtfully, then made a decision. “I think it’s time for a double date… don’t you?”

Cheryl looked up with surprise and pleasure, “Oh yes, I’d like that.”

*****

It was the last drive-in theatre in our town — and it showed five movies, one after the other, each weekend night, for the price of one. My mom and Cheryl sat in the front seat while Violet and I were in the back. It was very quiet through that first movie.

As previously arranged, Cheryl was to wait for me to make the first move. But I could see the anxious, hungering look whenever she turned her head to silently plead with me to start the fun and games.

As you might guess, we were not here to watch the movie.

My mother knew the truth and she was scared — scared of submitting to her neighbor’s daughter when that woman was seated behind her. Violet was puzzled, clearly wondering if this really was just an innocent girl’s night out at the movies, like she’d told her husband.

When I was ready I simply glanced across the seat at Cheryl’s mother and said “Sit closer to me, Violet.”

My mother looked over her shoulder, sadness in her eyes. When her gaze returned to the movie, Violet slid reluctantly toward me. I had to motion her two more times until finally, our hips touched through our clothing.

Cheryl looked back to me and I nodded to her — the signal.

Without a word my best friend reached over and grabbed the back of my mother’s head and gently guided her across the bucket seats.

I turned to Violet and saw her eyes widen as my mom’s head went down into her daughter’s lap. Cheryl shuffled in her seat, and then she tossed her white cotton panties behind her. They landed in her mother’s lap.

In the front seat Cheryl sighed and lay back. My mother’s red hair was moving between those pale white thighs… and it was impossible for Violet to mistake what was happening.

I took my best friend’s panties and lifted them to my nose, savoring the scent of Cheryl’s lust. I considered letting Violet smell her daughter’s cunt, but knew that was too much too fast, so I dropped them on the seat next to me.

My hand now moved to Violet’s lap and I roughly spread her legs, pushing up her skirt. Her gaze was forced from the sight in the front seat to mine, and she stared helplessly into my eyes, silently pleading with me.

There was no escape for her, not now… she was too deep into my clutches. “Take your panties off, Violet.”

Almost as if her hands were under my command, she awkwardly raised her hips from the seat and tugged her underwear down and off.

In the front seat her daughter’s sighs were getting louder, a noticeable liquid sound was heard from between her spread legs. My mother head’s was clearly visible in Cheryl’s lap.

Violet’s face was pale with shock as I grabbed her blond ponytail. She put up no resistance at all, though, allowing herself to be forced to lie upon her stomach, her face between my thighs. It obviously no longer mattered if the two in the front seat knew of our relationship or not.

Her eyes told the tale. It was obvious to her now that it all had been a ruse — that she had been used not only by me, but by her daughter. All for our selfish pleasure. She was not far off from the truth.

I lifted my skirt and placed one leg over onto Violet’s back, leaving my cunt inches from her mouth. Unlike Violet and her daughter, I had not worn panties this evening.

Violet did not hesitate… she burrowed her face between my thighs and began to lick my pussy.

Over the last weeks Cheryl’s mother had grown quite skilled at cunnilingus, though her greatest talent was for orally pleasuring my asshole. Any kind of back door action — be it giving or receiving — seemed to get her motor running harder than anything.

With that in mind, my hand slipped beneath Violet’s gray skirt to grasp her full, firm ass. She moaned and arched her back so that her butt was within easy reach for me. My hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass, my middle finger seeking her anal cleft.

This was something new to Violet — normally, I never touched her in any way until she had completely satisfied my sexual desires. I could feel the anticipation building inside her as her eating of my pussy grew distinctly more passionate. It was incredible.

So as not to end this pleasure, I slid my finger deep into her ass… and she moaned into my cunt, aggressively using her tongue to give me the orgasm that I craved.

My heavy breathing seemed to fill the car, and I was blind to all but the sweet sensations pulsing through my body. I could feel Violet moaning as I fucked her ass, harder, deeper.

Wanting to drive her absolutely wild, I squirmed a second finger into her anus and began pounding them both in and out of her butt as hard and fast as I was able. She responded by sucking my clit between her lips, still making helpless sounds of ecstasy that pulsed through my cunt like electrical current.

And then I was coming, my head thrown back as the world collapsed into a searing flash of light and heat. I was emitting choked gasps as waves of pure orgasmic bliss crashed down, one after the next. Finally I lay back, glowing from head to toe and utterly spent.

Violet continued to gently nuzzle my pussy. My fingers were still buried motionless in her ass, though she had not yet come herself. All in good time, I mused with a smile.

I opened my eyes to see Cheryl and my mom watching us. Cheryl’s eyes could not seem to decide if they wanted to watch the back of her mother’s head between my legs, or my hand upon that generous ass, fingers probing Violet’s anal cavity. Her rapt expression reminded me of that first time I had watched her fist fuck my mom — and that amused me. Mother, on the other hand, only watched me. Surprise and passion was contained in that gaze… and perhaps a little envious lust.

*****

I led Violet into my house, two of my fingers still submerged in her asshole. Cheryl and my mom followed after they parked the car.

When they came in they found me seated in the living room with Violet panting on hands and knees before me, pushing her ass back so that my probing fingers could give her more pleasure.

A brown paper bag in her hand, Cheryl smiled at me, knowing full well what was next for our evening. She turned to Mother and ordered her to get naked, then began to undress as well. I watched the two of them disrobe until my mom wore only white stockings, her other pair. Now each mother-daughter duo looked even more similar — the tall slender redhead girls and the shorter, more voluptuous blonde babes.

Mother gasped when Cheryl lifted two objects from the paper bag, recognizing them immediately. Violet was too far gone in her pleasure to care, she never even looked up from the carpet. They were eight inch strap-on cocks, each attached to a leather harness. Cheryl said she had to eat the pussy of the cashier at the adult store to persuade her to sell them to an underage teenager. I was sceptical about our need for such devices at the time… but seeing mother’s fear and lust in her eyes, I foresaw the pleasures soon to be had from them — no matter how they were acquired.

My mother stood shivering as she watched Cheryl strap the love toy about her waist, the thrusting cock lifelike and huge in the dim light, its intent obvious.

“Get on your knees next to my mom, Beth,” Cheryl said firmly.

My mother did not hesitate, and was soon hip and shoulder against Violet.

I pulled my fingers from Violet’s ass, much to her displeasure, and awkwardly strapped the other cock about my waist after stripping naked.

I looked up… Violet was hiding her face in her hands, unwilling to face the stark reality of what was happening to her. At some point she must have looked up at Cheryl and I and understood what we intended for them both.

“Here it comes, Beth!” Cheryl pressed the head of that fat cock into mother’s wet sex and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure that rang out in the spacious room. When she had the cock buried deep in the thin body of my mother, Cheryl grabbed Mom’s hips and began to fuck her like a man.

Returning to my seat on the couch, I watched the debauchery with pleasure. Violet had opened her eyes at the lewd sounds and was looking wide-eyed at the fat cock moving in and out of her neighbor.

I nudged her in the leg with my toe to get her attention, “Your turn, Violet.” She slowly turned to stare at the large cock fastened about my waist, pointing obscenely at the ceiling above. “Take your clothes off.”

With hesitant movements she watched the bobbing prick between my legs as she removed her remaining clothing. When she was as naked as the rest of us, I calmly ordered, “Climb on, Violet.”

Up to this day our coupling had been limited to fingers and tongues. This thing thrusting up from me was more than that… it would take her, ravish her, force her to realize what she was doing. It would invade both her body and her soul — and I knew that that she would remember the feel of that big dick inside her years after feeling it tonight.

Slowly, as if in a dream, Violet climbed up to straddle my slim thighs. Without helping or moving I said, “Put it in.”

She watched my eyes as her hand slipped past her soft stomach down to her hairy blonde cunt to grasp that cool, flesh-coloured cock. I clearly read it in her gaze when it pierced her body and began to fill her, a sweet inch at a time. It was obvious — pleasure and pain mingled as she lowered herself toward my lap, taking the length of it into her body.

“Ride me, Violet,” I breathed.

I could see that she loved it — that she needed this penetration to find her ultimate pleasure. Cheryl had told me that this cock was far bigger than her father’s was, and I never asked how she knew this information, fearful of an answer.

Violet’s hands white-knuckled the back of the couch on either side of my shoulder as our eyes locked. My hands came up to claim her breasts, and I brought my face to a taut nipple, sucking it into my mouth. She began to move upon me, upon that cock… and I wondered, not for the first time, what it must feel like. Violet certainly seemed to enjoy it. Her body slapped against my own as she pumped herself up and down, up and down on its length… but it was the liquid sounds of her wet cunt that caught my ear.

I knew her orgasm was fast approaching and was anticipating it with excitement when I saw Cheryl’s wide grin over her mother’s shoulder. Looking past Violet’s hip, I saw my mother flat upon the floor in a sweaty exhausted mess — her eyes glazed and looking into my own. God, she was beautiful.

Getting Violet to still her rapid, violent motion upon my cock was difficult, so impassioned was she, so desperate to receive her long-awaited climax. Violet looked at me open-mouthed, not understanding why I had stopped her so abruptly. Then I saw her eyes widen in surprise and shock when her daughter said softly, lips millimeters from her mother’s ear, “Don’t move, Mom.”

I knew it when I felt the strange rumblings that began to race through Violet’s body, saw the look in her eyes that suggested a wild, desperate animal. Cheryl was sliding her cock into her own mother’s ass, while my own cock filled her cunt. Violet was getting the double fucking of a lifetime… and all I could see in her eyes was bliss. The humiliation and fear were now completely gone, and only pleasure remained.

When she again started to move, in tiny tentative jerks, she began to moan helplessly from the sensations careening through her. It sounded like some primal beast, no longer the prim businesswoman and mother she normally was. Cheryl and I began to move as well, finding a slow, steady rhythm in our fucking of Violet.

I felt lips touch my cheek, and turned in surprise to find mother gazing hungrily at me. Our lips met, and I felt her tongue slip into my mouth. Her hands found my breast, and she fondled me delightfully as I returned my mother’s kiss, head spinning with my craving for her. Meanwhile, Mom’s other hand slipped down my back, her fingers working their way into the cleft of my ass to find and tease my slick anal ring.

In response, I trailed my hand down the front of her body to slip two fingers into her hot, wet vagina. This only seemed to inflame her more and she dipped her face down to take my left nipple into her mouth. I eased another finger into her, knowing that her cunt could take all that I could give.

Mother pressed her digit to the second knuckle in my rectum, and I was surprised at how good it felt — the brief pain subsiding quickly to leave a warm glow of pleasure. My anus was moist enough for her to slowly and expertly finger my ass to the movements of Violet on top of me, her cunt plunging frantically up and down on the cock protruding from my lap.

Suddenly Violet began to scream and thrash between her daughter’s body and mine as her orgasm detonated inside her. She came so hard that it was all Cheryl and I could do to keep her from taking all four of us down to the floor. She shuddered violently, her eyes squeezed shut, a low keening sound issuing from her throat. And it lasted at least another minute. Her dam had broken — taken by two teenage girls.

Finally, the exhausted woman slid off me and sank to the floor at my feet. Cheryl and I shared a look at the result of this perverted drama that we had arranged. Both of us sporting wide smiles and sparkling eyes.

I lifted mother’s face from my breast. “Lick me clean and then help me get this dick off me,” I said softly. Mom eagerly slipped her face down to my waist and engulfed half the penis in her experienced mouth — bobbing up and down a dozen times before disengaging and licking the reminder with her extended tongue. The leather harness came off soon after.

I looked over to see that Cheryl had moved her mother onto her back and spread her thighs apart, and was now moving her cock in and out of her mother’s cunt. I would have thought it impossible after the orgasm she had just experienced, but Violet had locked her ankles behind her daughter’s waist and was kissing Cheryl passionately. Their kiss broke and Violet gazed adoringly at her child… her eyes lit with a happy glow, as if there was no place or person she would rather be with.

I heard Cheryl whisper “I love you, Mom,” and their mouths met again. It was obvious that Cheryl was not playing her game of domination with Violet… she was really making love to her mother. And Violet wanted it that way.

I knew how she felt — I think we all did.

They fornicated with abandon, their neighbors forgotten as they gazed into each other’s eyes between deep kisses.

Seeing mother and daughter fuck like lovers drove my desire for Mom even higher, and I turned to her. She was watching me silently, waiting submissively for my command. I could see the hunger in her gaze, and knew she was mine now. I had earned the right to possess her.

I lay down on the carpet, and with a simple nod she crawled over between my thighs and into my arms, pressing her auburn bush against my own, her mouth eagerly seeking mine. We fit together perfectly like adjoining pieces of a jigsaw puzzle — kissing passionately like we had been lovers for years.

For a long while, I was thrilled just to be holding my mother, tasting her sweet mouth. We kissed for a small, wonderful eternity, our hands exploring the soft contours of one another’s bodies. I cupped her ass as she nibbled at my lower lip.

Wanting more, I rolled Mom over on her back and kissed her once more, then began to nuzzle at her slender neck. My lips and tongue journeyed down, savoring the warmth and scent of my mother’s skin, leaving soft kisses in the hollow of her throat.

Her breasts delighted me. I buried my face in them, then raised my head to flick at an erect nipple with my tongue. Mom whimpered… and I took the pink nubbin into my mouth, sucking it gently.

Heart pounding, my mother cradled me to her breasts as I pleasured her right nipple, then the left. “Oh,” she whispered, her lips brushing my hair. When I playfully nibbled at the now firm tip, Mom sighed ecstatically.

I was making love to my own mother, sharing pleasure with her as an equal. I knew she would obey me without hesitation if I simply ordered her to get me off, but I wanted more from my mother than simple obedience. I wanted her love… and I wanted her to know just how much I loved her.

Down her body I went, leaving a trail of kisses, licks and love bites. Mom was quivering with excitement as I explored the softness of her tummy with my mouth. Her belly button was too, too adorable, and I made her shiver with delight when my tongue probed inside. I continued downward…

And there I was, lying between my mother’s thighs, my face inches away from her pussy.

Mom’s cunt was so beautiful that it stole my breath away. Framed by deep red pubes, the folds and lines of her vagina, now glistening with her arousal, reminded me of nothing so much as a dew-moistened pink flower. I know that seems a cliche, but that was really what I thought right then. I inhaled deeply, luxuriating in the rich aroma of my mother… the scent was intoxicating.

I heard a low, muffled moan, and glanced over at Cheryl and Violet, locked in a shuddering 69 position. Cheryl’s still-wet strap-on lay to one side as mother and daughter pleasured one another with their mouths. Mmmm, that looked yummy.

A crazy thought entered my mind that, even after I had indulged in lesbian games for over a month with all three of the women in this room, I had yet to eat pussy. I turned my face back to my mother’s nakedness, thrilled that my first oral sex would be with Mom. I put my hands on her thighs, opening her wider…

Then I felt my mother’s fingers brush my cheek, and lifted my eyes to meet hers. “Please,” she whispered, her eyes glazed with need. “Please.”

Dizzy with arousal, my gaze never leaving hers, I slowly lowered my face to my mother’s cunt and placed a soft kiss on her opening. She cried out, a spasm of helpless ecstasy flickering through her body.

My tongue emerged to lick… lightly at first, still teasing her, sampling Mom’s delights. Her pussy was delicious. I licked harder, pressing my tongue into her folds. She moaned happily, her quivering hands resting on my head. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I took Mom’s cunt into my mouth and began to suck and kiss at her. I was high on incest and drunk on the sweet essence of wet pussy, now dripping from my chin as I feasted on my own mother’s vagina.

Mom began to shiver and shake as I pleasured her, panting frantically as she approached what promised to be an explosive climax, then cried out in protest when I lifted my mouth from her cunt. I knew she desperately needed to come, but I had other plans for her.

I pushed my mother’s knees up and apart, opening her even further. She grabbed the backs of her thighs and held her knees to her breasts, biting her lip as she waited for me to resume my oral attentions.

Parting her ass cheeks with one hand, I slipped my tongue into the pink cleft in between and began to lick hungrily at my mother’s anus. Within seconds Mom was breathing like a marathon runner. As I ate her ass, my fingers stole between her legs, seeking her clit. When she realized what I was doing, her body froze for a moment, trembling as I found the erect nubbin and stroked it between two fingers.

And my mother came.

Her body bucked so furiously that it was all I could do to keep licking her. I could hear my mother’s voice gasping “Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,” her hands twitching helplessly in her hair. I plastered my mouth to her pussy once more, eating my mother out as my fingers worked at her clit. Mom’s cunt was a river, and I drank deep of her… and she continued to climax for at least another two minutes.

Though I had never before gone down on a woman, somehow I knew instinctively how to make my mother feel wonderful. I guided her through her orgasm until it peaked and crested, then nuzzled her wet pubes lovingly as she slowly drifted back to the here and now. Finally I rested my cheek on her warm thigh, licking her honey from my lips. Mmmmm, luscious.

I felt my mother’s hand take mine and tug gently. I raised my face from her and crawled into my lover’s embrace. Her eyes shone with adoration. “Oh, my sweet angel,” she breathed. My mother kissed me, her tongue emerging to lick at my mouth and chin, tasting herself. Our bare bodies slid and moved together, sending my lust soaring.

We kissed passionately for a long while, occasionally glancing over at Cheryl and her mom, who were locked in a loving embrace. Violet was on top of her daughter, holding Cheryl’s face in her hands, kissing her hotly again and again. I could see Cheryl’s fingers pumping in and out of her mother’s ass.

Finally, I could wait no longer… I needed to be pleasured by Mother.

Rolling over onto my back, I spread my thighs wide apart. I gazed deep into her eyes. “Please, Mother,” I whispered. “Make love to me.”

We both knew that I could have simply ordered her to lick my pussy… and she would have done so without a moment’s hesitation. But for now, I wanted her as my lover, not my submissive.

She knelt next to me and lowered her face to my breast, her tongue emerging to toy with my nipple. I moaned, shaking with need. My mother must have known how badly I craved release, because she licked a pathway down my body until her face was between my thighs. Her adoring eyes met mine… then they closed as she dipped her head to lick my cunt.

The touch of her tongue was gossamer-soft, delightful, maddening. My nails dug into my palms as Mom’s mouth gently explored me.

Then an idea flashed in my mind, and I stopped my mother with a hand on her shoulder. Sitting up, I reached for the strap-on dildo and cradled it in my hands.

“Mom,” I said softly, “I’m still a virgin, you know.” I offered the latex cock to her. “I want you to be my first fuck.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she suddenly seemed to be on the verge of tears. But instead of crying, she whispered “Thank you, Linda,” and kissed me lovingly.

Rising to her feet, she took the strap-on from me and fastened it about her waist, then knelt before me. Heart pounding, I lay back and parted my legs, ready to be penetrated for the very first time. The latex cock that jutted proudly from my mother’s body might have been too large for me… but I wanted, needed to be fucked more than anything right then.

I inhaled sharply as Mom slipped a finger into my dripping pussy, then sighed contentedly as she moved it around inside me, opening my cunt up for her. It felt divine, but I craved more.

“I’m ready, Mom,” I breathed, spreading my thighs even wider. “Please… take me now.”

My mother glanced down between my legs for a moment, positioned herself above me, and then — oh, yes! — I felt the tip of it slide into my body.

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly, slowly pushed that big cock into me… pausing when it reached my hymen. I was trembling from head to toe, but ready for her. “Do it, Mom,” I whispered.

A searing surge of pain burst through my pelvis as my mother broke me. I cried out loud, but quickly grabbed her ass before she could withdraw. “Wait,” I panted, my eyes filling with unbidden tears. “Wait…”

Mom remained motionless atop me, her comforting lips brushing my forehead as the sharp agony inside me slowly faded to a dull ache… but the incredible sensation of being completely filled grew greater. Finally I opened my eyes to meet her concerned gaze. “Okay, Mom,” I whimpered, “now go… go slow.”

At first I couldn’t feel her move at all… then I did. She pulled up ever so slightly, easing that incredible cock out of me by what felt like half an inch. Then back in again. Then out. She was moving as little as possible, fucking me with a feather-light delicacy… and the twinges of pain were gradually becoming shocks of pleasure. I slowly wrapped my legs around Mom’s back, encouraging her to lengthen her strokes. My head spun as my body completely opened up to my mother.

“Oh, yes, Mom, yes,” I moaned. She was really fucking me now, and I loved every sweet thrust of her hips against mine. My cunt was hot and slippery, the wetness oozing down the crack of my ass. A mewling sound seemed to fill the room, growing steadily louder… and I suddenly realized that it was coming from me — rising as the sensations rose in my body.

My mother’s face hovered above mine, flushed and beautiful. She was breathing hard, but smiled at me as she continued to pump in and out of my hungry cunt. Suddenly her hand stole between my legs… and I gasped as her fingers tweaked my clitoris.

The universe seemed to collapse into itself as I seized up in a climax that felt like a million tongues of fire feasting on my body. I screamed, I shook, I died. Finally, I blacked out.

But only for a few seconds, because Mom was still inside me when I came to. My flushed, sweaty body was tingling delightfully.

“I love you, Mom,” I whispered, kissing her lightly. Her eyes glistened with happy tears.

“I love you too, baby,” she replied. She kissed me back, then I gasped with a fresh spasm of pleasure as she began to withdraw that lovely cock from me. The dildo exited my cunt with a pop, and she rolled off me and onto her side, her head on my shoulder, fingers brushing my tummy.

I saw now that Cheryl and her mother had been watching us fuck, their arms wrapped around one another.

“God, that was hot,” Cheryl murmured. She extricated herself from Violet’s embrace and quickly crawled over to us. “I want a taste,” she grinned, rolling my mother onto her back and bending to take the latex cock jutting between Mom’s legs into her mouth. She sucked at its length happily, then raised her face to mine. “Mmmm, Linda… you taste good.” She kissed me hotly, sharing the flavor of my pussy with me, then crawled back to Violet and sought her mother’s mouth, giving her a taste. Their kiss quickly became passionate, and Cheryl and Violet slumped to the carpet together, resuming their lovemaking.

The sight of mother and daughter locked in a carnal embrace sharpened my own arousal, and I turned to reach for Mom, already eager for more.

Our mutual pleasures lasted for hours, until the four of us finally stumbled upstairs for the night. Violet and Cheryl slept in my bed, while I led Mom into her room, where we slipped between cool white sheets and cuddled one another until we fell asleep. Later that night I awakened to find my mother nuzzling my breasts… and we made love once more, then drifted again into sweet slumber.

*****

The sun woke me up before Mother. I slipped from our bed, her thin naked body looking delicious in the bright light. The wetness and evidence of the pleasures we had shared hours before was gone, but for the lingering scent.

I slipped silently to the bathroom and a long hot bath. The water was very hot and seemed to comfort and ease my achy limbs. Mom would have bathed with me, I’m sure, had I asked her to do so… washing me lovingly, perhaps pleasuring me if I wished. This morning, though, I needed my thoughts. With a soft smile, I pondered how things had changed last night between the four of us.

Mother was mine now, though Cheryl and I never spoke of it. Violet was now her daughter’s lover, and they were both blissfully happy. Of course, so were my mother and I.

*****

Life as my mother’s lover was different, better. I never found the need to push her to submit to my desires — she happily allowed me the dominant role in our sexual games. Though when Cheryl and her mother came over, I still found pleasure in pushing Violet past her comfort level.

The four of us fucked in every possible combination when we were all together — and I was the master of ceremonies for the occasion, deciding who did what to whom. Mom, Cheryl and Violet willingly submitted to my wishes without question. However, by an unspoken agreement between Mom and myself, neither she nor I ever made love to another woman on our own… our sex partners, be it Violet and Cheryl or other willing women, were always to be shared by the two of us.

For me, my relationship with my mother had changed forever when I first saw her silently spread the cheeks of her ass upon my best friend’s command. I discovered that what I desired most of all was the taboo relationship with my own parent — not only to have sex with her, but to have her act for me as she had done Cheryl that first time. It was the dominant lifestyle that I continue to learn more about daily that was the means to achieve what I desired. Violet was only a stepping stone to my mother.

For Mom, her first lesbian lover, Cheryl, had drawn out her submissive passion — much to her surprise, at first. But she soon came to crave those intimate moments when she was powerless, at the mercy of the whim of her mistress. So much so that she found herself able and willing to submit to any suggestion or command by her ‘top’ — that was how she ended up being fist-fucked before her own daughter.

She learned, however, that I was more patient and trusting than Cheryl, willing to be her lover as well as her mistress… and the pleasure she received in our relationship was far more satisfying than any she had ever known with another. She tells me so, often.

I’ve known my share of lovers since discovering my true sexuality, but no one will ever please me like my mother does. She is the light of my life, and I adore her.

The End

 

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Earth Mother

  • Posted on April 11, 2019 at 1:40 pm

by Pretty Pink Taco

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in June 2015 }

I was always attracted to nature. Growing up, I would spend hours and hours in our back woods finding tadpoles in the creek or lost on a hiking trail or swimming in the nearby lake. When I decided to become a hermit after coming into some inheritance money, I knew I could finally be alone in the environment I had longed for.

I wasn’t always a recluse. Sometimes I’d go to town to sell some artwork or teach art twice a week at the local community college in the fall. I loved teaching, but not as much as I enjoyed complete mountainous solitude.

One winter I took a three-week yoga retreat in the wilderness of Peru where we crossed colorful psychedelic spiritual planes by consuming heavy amounts of magic mushrooms. Love was in abundance that trip, and the hint of sex lingered in the air as men made love to men and women to other women and men and women made love to each other. I can’t remember how many orgasms I had or how many pussies I ate or penises I had inside of me but it was one of the most sexually uplifting experiences of my life.

It wasn’t until early April or so that I realized I was pregnant. I researched natural prenatal care foods to farm for fall and winter. Whatever I didn’t have I made sure to pick up on visits to town before my belly began to show. I had her at home, on my own, during a 30 hour meditative state. I fought the urge to scream from the pain, wanting to bring my little baby into the world with the least amount of negative energy as possible.

Juniper Autumn Breeze, I named her. She was born with a full head of jet black hair and chubby tan cheeks. My gift from the universe. I would spend hours upon hours just staring at her, completely in love with the creature I cared for and nourished in my belly those nine months. I’d nurse her on my right nipple and then my left– nursing would ease the soreness and tightened the bond between mother and daughter. I’d let her hold my finger in her tight little grip and then tickle her little chubby feet.

I couldn’t tell you exactly when it began, but at six months, my little Juniper was looking at me in a way no one else ever had before with her bright blue eyes. I liked to walk down to the field near the river and lay her on a blanket, the two of us naked, playing with each other. Her body was so pudgy and fat, I couldn’t resist caressing and stroking her little legs and blowing on her belly. I’d nurse her until we’d fall asleep under the warm sun, naked to the fresh breeze and listening to the water run.

After my retreat, I couldn’t think of a sexier time to masturbate to. I pictured myself in the arms of a man, leaning against his chest as we sat up and watched a soft, gentle woman with her mouth on my clit. I began to rub myself as my little baby slept on her belly beside me on the blanket. I rubbed harder and faster, filling myself up with my fingers as I remembered people rotating, finding myself stuffed with a warm, hard penis while a woman squatted in front of my face and spread her hot cunt across my lips.

My body shivered and I felt a wave of pleasure begin in my clit and spread to my fingertips. Suddenly, I felt a suckle on my right nipple. Juniper had woken up and crawled over to my full right breast that hung near my right arm. I was too far along to stop her.

“Ohhh, baby, yes!” I caught myself moan. She paid me no mind as she continued to suck fiercely on my nipple, drinking its warm milk. My body tensed up and then released. I looked at my little baby, who was completely unphased, and smiled. “You’re still hungry, little June?” I said, scooping her up and laying her across my chest. She started to fuss and cry a bit, rubbing her face. “Aww, it’s okay. Let’s go inside for your nap.”

*****

Baby Juniper and I did everything together. Wherever I was, she was, helping her Earth Mother. I’d wrap her up and tie her on my back as I did chores or farmed or picked berries outside. We were sometimes clothed outside, but inside we were mostly nude. Especially during feeding time.

A few days after that day in the field, I breastfed Juniper on my side and I could feel my heartbeat rising in my chest and pulsing between my legs. I placed a pillow between my legs and squeezed it tight, rubbing it against my pussy while I ran my hands over her little body like I always did. This time it was different, I saw her body in a different way. I brushed past her belly to her bald, puffy baby pussy lips. I cupped it in my hand, feeling the contour of her slit and squeezed her lips together, then released.

“Yay!” I cheered at her, as I squeezed it over and over again while she laughed. I was becoming increasingly more and more aroused, and the mood began to change.

Ooohh, yes. Suck Earth Mother’s nipple, I thought, not bold enough to say it aloud. Her hand found my face as she sucked, she moved it around my nose and lips just aimlessly like babies do. I opened my mouth and sucked on her little fingers and then her entire fist. It made her giggle at first, but then she tried to pull her hand away and I sucked a little harder, still gently squeezing her pussy lips together. Before she could make a big fuss, I released her hand from my mouth and cheered at her again, removing my breast from her mouth. “Oh, Juniper Autumn,” I said to her lovingly, staring into her eyes as I rested my head back on the bed. I closed my face in to hers, and puckered my lips near her mouth to see what she’d do. She opened up her mouth wide.

Good girl, I thought to myself. I made kissing noises against her cheek while she giggled and laughed. I licked the side of her face and some milk and drool she still had on her chin. Then I licked her wet, lips and she opened up her mouth wide again and stuck her tongue out to touch mine. It shocked me a bit at first, but then I soon found myself exploring my little, almost 7 month old, baby’s mouth. I licked her tongue and the outline of her gums and the roof of her mouth. I sucked on her lips and loved the slimy feel of her spit.

“Yay!” I’d cheer at her and she’d laugh. I moved my body over hers and I knew what would come of it. I pressed mouth against her fatty little nipples and sucked on the skin with loud popping sounds that would make her laugh, over and over again. You’re going to have some nice little titties, I thought to myself.

I lowered my body on the bed and blew on her belly, causing her to have a fit of laughter. Her kicking reminded me I hadn’t yet taken my prize. I spread her legs at the knees as if I were about to change her diaper and blew my lips right above her little slit. She laughed again, the cue for me to place light kisses on her fat little lips.

I began to lick the smooth baby skin, my tongue finding the spaces between the crevices of her inner thigh and over her slit. I didn’t bother looking to see if she was enjoying it or not, but I heard no fuss. I was too caught in her fresh scent and suddenly sexy privates. I took my fingers and spread her lips open, admiring the light pink contrast against her tan skin.

Did I dare taste it? Lick my baby girl in an intimate way I would my lover? Oh, I did. I ran my tongue around her round nubby clit and down to her wet opening. It was the sweetest taste to ever touch my lips. I began to stroke my own pussy while I licked hers, rubbing my clit vigorously, I didn’t stop sucking on her wet hole until I came. I ran my wet fingers across my lips, enjoying the taste of myself and I wondered if Juniper would enjoy the taste of her Earth Mother. I puckered my lips against hers again, having her taste her own pussy as well as mine.

A few days later, I had the nerve to experiment with her baby mouth some more, latching her on to my fat clit while I pinched and rubbed on my nipples. The suction of her little mouth was more powerful than any tongue I had ever experienced, moans and screams I had never heard before escaped my mouth. The orgasm left me breathless and made my head spin with a million colors, better than any psychedelic trip I had ever had.

I felt immediate guilt come over me once it was over and she continued to suck innocently. When I moved her little head away, she started to cry, wanting to keep suckling.

“Aww, it’s okay, Juniper Autumn, Earth Mother is here,” I said softly, cradling her in my arms.

Those were great early memories, of Juniper and I.

*****

We developed a routine, her and I. Everyday we’d wake up to a sun salutation and meditation on the balcony, then a few yoga poses to get the blood flowing. My hair was strawberry blonde, long and wavy — I didn’t spend much time on it other than when I was trying to do anything to get it out of my face. I’d wear it in a big wrap on warm days, the way some women taught me when I spent a summer with a tribe in Nairobi. Sometimes I’d spend a few hours braiding it with beads, while other days it just did whatever it wanted to.

Juniper was three years old and hair was longer now, black and eyes as blue as ever. It was thick and had small waves, unlike mine that was heavily waved. I would watch her as she slept and would spend hours trying to guess who her father was– there must’ve been at least half a dozen men on that retreat, half of whom were Peruvian or Latin of some sort. The Sherpa guide was the one I’d picture the most, he was tall and had a handsome smile. But, I didn’t know — it didn’t matter to me. She was my gift from the universe, my companion, my lover.

We’d pick berries in the forest in the summer and climb trees for honey in the fall. I’d make hearty vegetable soup from vegetables from our garden in the winter. She had a way of running up to me while I was in the kitchen and finding my clit straight away with her tongue on the first shot. It would distract me so much, I’d have to stop what I was doing and lie on the floor until she finished me off. At first I wasn’t sure if she’d do it because she wanted to please me or because she enjoyed it, but when it was her turn she’d be soaked before I’d even touch her. After dinner on most nights, we’d read together or draw by the fire, cuddling each other at first and then kissing sessions where we told each other about the great day we had and how much we loved one another.

It would tickle her too much when she was awake, but as soon as she fell asleep on her belly some nights, I’d squeeze and kiss her ass cheeks, spreading them open and fiercely sucking on her tight little asshole.

As she grew a little older, she began posing for me in the nude. At around five years old, I had canvas after canvas filled with artwork of her by the stream or her in the field with flowers in her hair or sleeping with the cat by the fire. I went as as far as submitting them to local art shows to make some extra money. They sold like crazy. Everyone would ask who the model was or if I had a daughter of my own (Juniper didn’t look anything like me), I told them it was just from imagination — wanting to keep them as far as possible from my beautiful little girl.

Juniper never doubted or wondered why we did what we did. All she knew was that I was her Earth Mother and that I loved her very much. She loved me just the same and making love became part of our daily lives.

*****

Over the next couple years, my artwork was in high demand in small groups throughout the state. I was asked to teach more advanced courses at a local state university, which of course paid more and allowed more flexible hours. I’d leave Juniper with a chore or task to do every time that would keep her busy until I came back.

One evening, while cleaning up the classroom during my last class, I realized the light in the supply room was on. When I opened the door, I found a young woman from my class in a chair, legs spread open and rubbing herself over her pants to a painting of Juniper doing a yoga pose in the nude with her right leg in the air. I knew the girl, her name was Sarah and she was a doughy, quiet, plain, mousy girl, dull brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin. But knowing someone else was aroused by the sight of my Juniper in the nude, that turned me on almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, Professor!” the girl said, jumping out of her seat and looking at me in shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear! I didn’t see you there, I almost turned off the light!” I pretended to not notice her masturbatory session. I saw her eyes close as she sighed with relief of not being caught.

“I– uh, I was putting some stuff away here and I dropped some supplies, so it was taking an extra long time,” she said clumsily finding the words.

“Ah, I see. Well, thank you, Sarah.”

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do, dear!”

“It’s only the second week of this class, I didn’t think you’d know my name. Most professors don’t know their students’ names so soon,” she explained.

“Well, I’m not really a professor. I am an human and an artist, I like to connect with other humans and creatures alike, soul to soul. You know my name, so of course I will do my best to learn more about yours and your soul.”

“You have such a great aura,” she said to me, doe-eyed. I was used to compliments from students, it was their way of schmoozing to earn their grade. But I was also used to compliments in the art world, people always want to be around you and pick your brain.

I smiled at her with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you, Sarah.”

“Professor, do you think you’d want to get a cup of coffee or something sometime? I’d love to sit and talk to you about your work.”

“Hmm,” I looked at her.

“You don’t have to, I was just wondering.”

“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.

“Tonight? Well, nothing–” she started.

“I have some great tea at my place I’d like you to try. I made it myself,” I told her.

“Oh. Wow — I mean, sure! Tea sounds great.”

“Great. Sarah, not many people know where I live, and I’d like to keep it that way,” I said sternly.

“No, of course. I understand,” she nodded.

“Good,” I smiled. “You can leave your car here and I will drive us.”

“I did notice you use a P.O. Box for your mailing address here in town.”

“We should get going,” I smiled at her.

She couldn’t be older than eighteen or nineteen years old, and on the shorter side. She followed me up the steps to my cabin in the mountains and into the warm cozy air inside.

“Mmm, it smells great in here,” I heard Sarah say behind me. I could tell she was eyeballing our rustic art decor.

“Earth Mother! Earth Mother!” Juniper came running out of the room naked and gave me a big, warm hug. She suddenly gasped when she realized someone else was there. She had never seen another person before, besides me.

“June, this is Sarah, a friend of mine from town,” I said. Both of their faces were in awe.

“It’s her!” Sarah said with her mouth hanging open, “The girl from your paintings.” I smiled at Sarah and held Juniper closely to me by my waist, curious to how she would react. “Hi there!” Sarah waved, trying to engage.

“Hi,” Juniper said shyly, pressing her face against my side like a small child would do.

“Are you shy?” Sarah asked her directly and jokingly. Juniper shook her head.

“Sarah, have a seat, dear. I’ll make you some tea,” I smiled. Sarah took off her heavy winter jacket and draped it behind behind the chair at the round table of the kitchen area. She pulled out the seat so it was adjacent to the table. The cabin was one big open space with kitchen and living room together and a bedroom and bathroom off a small hallway to the side.

“What a pretty fire,” Sarah said out loud.

“Oh, I made it today,” Juniper told her.

“You’re a very smart little girl,” Sarah said, still amazed that the nude little girl she was masturbating to earlier was right in front of her.

“Want to see me add a log?” Juniper asked Sarah.

“Alright!” Sarah laughed, I glanced at her while she checked out my daughter’s ass as she bent over to pick up firewood and carefully added it to the fire.

“Here you are, dear,” I said to Sarah, as I placed the warm cup of tea at the table in front of her. “I added some honey, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you, Professor,” she said to me before taking a sip of her tea.

“You can call me Earth if you’d like,” I said to her, pulling out a chair to face her.

“What did she call you, Earth Mother?” Juniper asked, running back to us at the table and sitting on my lap. Sarah’s mouth parted slightly, as she watched Juniper spread her legs and straddle my left leg on the chair. I ran my hands up and down Juniper’s thighs, watching Sarah’s face as we faced her. I knew she had a clear view of my child’s pussy.

“Professor. It’s what students call their teachers at college,” I explained, pulling her up closer to me on my lap and resting her head on my left shoulder.

“H-how old are you… June, is it?”

“Juniper Autumn Breeze,” my little girl said proudly. “I’ll be eight in November.”

“Oh, little Scorpio, are you?” Sarah said to her devilishly. I nodded.

“I guess she is a Scorpio, huh.” I said, kissing Juniper’s cheek and wrapping my arms around her body.

“I missed you, Earth Mother,” Juniper whined and turned her face toward me. I gave her a small peck on the lips, which then grew into a longer peck and then long tongue laps. Juniper rubbed herself against my leg and I ran my hands up and down her flat chest.

I moaned softly as our long kiss nearly ended. I looked at Sarah who was just staring with a blank look on her face. Her eyes were transfixed on Juniper’s pussy still rubbing against my leg.

“Why don’t you get your stuff ready so you can do your dance for Sarah?” I said to Juniper and her eyes lit up. She ran off into the bedroom.

“How’s your tea?” I asked Sarah, completely throwing her off.

“Oh– uhm, yeah, no– it’s great. Very sweet,” she said before taking another sip of it.

“It should help you relax,” I smiled at her, “Come, bring it here by the fire. Take your shoes off, get comfortable.”

She took her shoes off and I could see that after a few minutes, the tea was hitting her pretty strongly. I sat up against the wall on some floor pillows near the fire and draped myself in a large blanket. I motioned for Sarah to sit between my legs, leaning her head back against my shoulder like Juniper was sitting earlier. I draped us both in the blanket.

“Are you ready?” Juniper called out.

“Yes, darling,” I responded, Sarah started giggling randomly. “You feel good?” I whispered in her ear. She nodded. Juniper came out with a long sheer, orange ribbon and began to twirl it. She danced, slowly moving her body in unison and moving the ribbon from one hand to the other. We watched as she extended her legs, bent her body backward and forward and moved her little hips.

Under the blanket, I cupped both of Sarah’s breasts in my hands and squeezed her erect nipples. Oh, how good it felt to have actual breasts in my hands. I had missed them for such a long time since Juniper was born. Sarah turned her head to face me like Juniper did earlier. The kiss was deep, passionate — the kiss of two adult mouths longing for each other.

“Earth Mother, are you watching me?” Juniper complained a few feet away.

“I’m sorry, baby, I thought you were done,” I said, pulling away from Sarah’s lips.

“Well, I’m done now,” Juniper said with her hands at her hips.

“Go put the ribbon away,” I told her and she did. “Show me how you were rubbing yourself in the supply room earlier,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear.

She froze up for a second and grinned, opening up her pants and sliding them off her legs. Her body was soft and plump, and her pussy fat and covered by loose cotton panties. She rubbed herself firmly, moaning softly and arching her back.

“Meow,” Juniper purred softly in the door frame. Whenever she wanted attention, she’d pretend to be a cat.

“Meow,” she got on her knees and began crawling toward us.

“Oh, Kitty, is that you, Kitty?” I said, Sarah sucking on my neck while we both rubbed between her legs and my left hand pinched her breast.

“Meow,” Juniper said sadly, pouting and sitting at the end of Sarah’s feet. Juniper opened up the blanket and watched what we were doing underneath.

“Come tell me what’s wrong, Kitty.”

“Meow,” she purred and knelt at my side. She began to lick the side of my face and my lips like a kitten would. Suddenly, Juniper stared at Sarah who was still in my arms, I wasn’t sure if she was getting jealous or was just showing off but she stuck her tongue out at Sarah. Sarah stared for a moment and then did the same. Juniper leaned in and gave Sarah’s tongue several short licks. I leaned in and joined them, our three tongues flicking the other up and down and in circles.

“Kitty wants milk,” Juniper whined, placing a hand on Sarah’s breast. I began to lift up Sarah’s shirt and Sarah seemed eager for me to do so.

“But I don’t have any milk,” Sarah said sleepily, helping me take the bra straps off her shoulders, revealing two fallen cones shaped breasts with light brown nipples.

“It’s okay. Sometimes Earth Mother doesn’t have any milk, but then when I suck on them it starts to come out,” Juniper explained matter-of-factly, straddling Sarah’s leg and tucking some loose strands of hair behind her ears and out of her face.

Sarah seemed to tense up for a bit, but then I pulled her back toward my chest and let my little girl “nurse” on her breasts, anticipating milk. I held the breasts up for Juniper from behind as Sarah rotated her hips slightly. “There’s no milk in these, Earth Mother,” Juniper looked at me, confused.

“Just suck harder, baby. Suck really hard,” I told her. A whimper escaped Sarah’s throat and I nibbled on her ear. “Should she keep sucking, Sarah?” I whispered seductively.

“Uh-huh,” Sarah nodded, breathing heavily. I turned her face toward mine and we kissed again for even longer than before.

“Nothing, Earth Mother,” Juniper sighed.

“Well, give her a kiss so that she doesn’t feel bad,” I told my little girl.

“It’s okay, Sarah. Maybe tomorrow after your bath, it will come,” Juniper said before locking lips with the young woman. She pulled away and noticed my hand rubbing between Sarah’s legs. “What are these?” she giggled at the cotton panties, giving them a touch. “Let’s see your honey pot.” Juniper began to tug at the sides of the underwear, trying to roll them down Sarah’s legs.

“Juniper,” I said a bit sternly, “You have to make sure it’s okay with Sarah first before you see her honey pot.”

“Sarah–” Juniper started, but then Sarah nodded with a smile and began rolling down her underwear herself. Juniper helped pull them completely off.

“Your honey pot only has little hairs,” she said, closely examining Sarah’s hot cunt, “Put your legs up.” Sarah bent her legs with her knees up and spread her thighs open at Juniper’s command.

“Watch this,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear and almost immediately, Juniper latched on to her hooded clit and began to fiercely tongue it, making loud smacking sounds

“Ooohhhhhhh!!” Sarah groaned loudly while I flicked and pinched her nipples. The sight of my little girl willingly sucking another woman’s pussy turned me on beyond measure. “Professor, I– I’m,” she huffed but I turned her face to me and kissed her. After a few minutes I could tell she was getting near, as she muffled screams into my mouth.

“Just let go,” I whispered softly, and she did, arching her back and rubbing her pussy violently against my little girl’s face. Juniper raised her head with a big smile, juices glistening down her chin. “Don’t wipe your face just yet, Juney. Come up here,” I told her. I began to lick Sarah’s honey off my daughter’s chin and Sarah joined in as well, tasting herself and then darting her tongue in and out of my daughters mouth.

“Earth Mother, can we go to bed, please?” Juniper asked suddenly with sleep eyes. I nodded and started to rise up off the floor with Sarah still resting against my chest. “Can Sarah come too?”

That night both Juniper and Sarah nursed milk from my big, floppy breasts simultaneously, Juniper was on my lap like a baby and Sarah was kneeling beside me. I cradled both of their heads, and closed my eyes. I hadn’t had two women sucking on my breasts at the same time since the retreat.

“Are you getting sleepy?” I asked my daughter, she nodded, mouth still attached to my nipple. I could see she was using her feet to play with Sarah’s breasts as Sarah fed on me– Sarah didn’t seem to mind, but I think Juniper had only wanted the attention all to herself.

“Sarah,” she said muffled against my nipple, “Can you kiss my honeypot?” And there it was. Sarah sat up and looked at me with wide eyes. I nodded and grinned, giving her permission to taste her precious little flower. Juniper continued to nurse, as Sarah positioned herself between her thin little legs and gave her lots of little kisses around her slit before lapping up my baby’s soaking wet pussy. It started off gentle, a few licks over the skin and down the middle, but soon Sarah’s tongue found her tight, wet hole and couldn’t pull away from it.

All of a sudden, Juniper let out a sharp, quick gasp with a wince that worried me. Sarah started getting a little rougher, it seemed, pulling Juniper by her hips and rubbing her nose against the opening to her clit as she pressed her face harder against her bald, little lips.

“Sarah, that’s enough,” I said sternly.

“No, don’t stop,” Juniper breathed, “Her tongue’s inside me.” Her sharp moans became whimpers and to my surprise, Juniper pushed Sarah’s head and tongue deeper into her wet vaginal opening. I felt relief my baby was enjoying herself, since I had never penetrated her little opening before with my tongue or any object. I used my hand to run it across her chest and lightly pinched her flat nipples. I could tell she was near, I had seen that face thousands of times.

“Let it go, Juniper Breeze,” I whispered softly.

“I love you, Earth Mother,” she squealed, like she normally did before coming. She thrashed her head from side to side and held on to my breast, squeezing it tightly until it hurt. Sarah lifted her head from between my daughter’s legs, finally coming up for air. Juniper’s body rested there, exhausted and almost lifeless.

“Look at what you did to her,” I said to Sarah with a smirk. Juniper started to fall asleep in my arms almost immediately, so I rested her on the side of the bed, tucking her in with her favorite blanket.

“Professor,” Sarah whispered, “Can I have some more of that tea? It’s magical, isn’t it? What did you put in it? What did it do to me?”

“It makes you relax,” I said to her moments later, naked over a warm stove. “It takes away inhibitions.”

“Does it have chamomile?” she asked.

“A bit,” I said, moments later as I poured her another warm cup and handed it to her. I decided to pour one for myself as well.

“Professor,” she said from behind me, dropping to her knees and spreading my ass cheeks, “It’s your turn.”

Sarah and I made love like two women would. I loved the feeling of a hot cunt pushed up against mine — something I had yet to do with my daughter.

Sarah promised to keep the secret and I promised her an A in my course. She’d come and visit us from time to time, but eventually she became preoccupied with a boyfriend whom she got engaged and married to over the next several years. A few years later I got word that she was expecting a little girl of her own, so I knit her a blanket, sent her a miniature sketch of the painting I found her diddling herself to and told Sarah to enjoy her new baby girl.

The End

 

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My First and Second Crush

  • Posted on April 7, 2019 at 2:06 pm

By Thom

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

I first felt the tingle between my legs while looking at another person in the eighth grade, when I was twelve. That person was another girl, Liz, who was in my class.

She wasn’t a girl that was in my circle of friends. She was in a clique with a bunch of stuck-up girls that I couldn’t even pretend to a part of, way out of my league. She was, though, in my swim lesson class at the pool club so I had an advantage over a lot of other girls. I got to see her naked.

After I realized that it was seeing her that way that made me feel tingly between my legs, I would go home after swim lessons, go directly to my room and masturbate. I would tell my mother that I was tired from the lessons and needed to lie down. Closing my door, I would strip naked as I walked to the bed, flop down on it and touch my sweet spot until I got some relief from the tingling.

That was basically the whole of my eighth grade year, far as I can remember it. I don’t remember any classes or events or any other classmates. I only remember swim lessons where I could see Liz naked, then masturbating while thinking about her. At that time, I didn’t even have a fantasy about being with her or what we might be doing together if we were. I just saw her in the nude, then jilled off while thinking about her body.

That situation changed dramatically at the end of eighth grade. The big event at the end of the year was a class trip to New York City. We went down on a bus on a Friday, stayed overnight, spent all of Saturday taking in the sights and a Broadway show, then traveled home Saturday night.

Liz and I ended up in the same hotel room and, unbelievably, in the same double bed. Two other girls were also in the room, mind you, but no adults. YES!

Naturally, it took us forever to settle down, and the chaperones paced the hallways until we were reasonably quiet. After that Liz and I were very quiet. We hadn’t even talked much, even being in the same bed together. I mean, we weren’t even used to saying ‘Hi’ to each other, either at swim lessons or at school.

I think, in retrospect, that I was so quiet that Liz thought I was asleep. I wasn’t. I was like hyper-awake, so acutely aware that the object of so many masturbation sessions was lying next to me with just a t-shirt and panties on. I wanted desperately to touch myself, but I didn’t dare because I knew she’d hear me.

But then I heard a little rustle next to me that might have been the back of a hand moving under a sheet, and the rhythmic breathing of someone masturbating. Just as those sounds became steady, Liz’s free hand reached over and touched my thigh. I started a tiny bit, then froze again. I still wanted her to think I was sleeping so I could see what was going to happen next.

What happened next was that her hand came up onto my panties and began touching my pussy through the cotton. It was electrifying. I started breathing heavily, then without hesitation, but quietly as I could, I snaked my thumbs into the elastic of my panties and pushed them down to my thighs. Liz hardly missed a beat, but now she was touching my pussy lips directly. She wasn’t exactly doing it in the right place, so I took the task directly in hand and touched myself as well. Our hands were brushing together as they both worked my pussy.

When we both had relieved ourselves a bit we stopped. I would have gone on, but I wasn’t about to start making a lot of noise and probably wake up the other girls in the room. I wanted to touch Liz too, but I didn’t right away and then it was too late. I was so happy, though, that it happened.

Liz pushed my panties the rest of the way off my legs and pushed up my t-shirt so that it was bunched up under my arms. She’d done the same thing to herself and, pushing me onto my side facing away from her, she sidled her naked body up to mine and spooned me. I could feel her cunny on my bum and I wanted to start touching myself again, but she held me tightly and we fell asleep. Luckily for us, we both woke up before the other girls, so we had a minute to pull ourselves together.

That next day was so odd and painful for me. Liz and I didn’t speak at all about what had happened. In fact, Liz didn’t speak to me even once. She went back to hanging with her clique buddies and sat with them on the bus back home.

It wasn’t until we went for a swim lesson after school the following Tuesday afternoon that she talked to me. “Do you want to sleep over Friday night?” she wanted to know.

“Of course!” I blurted out even though I was trying to be cool and nonchalant.

Liz put her finger to her lips, cautioning me to silence or at least quite discretion, and I nodded, realizing that just because I had been thinking about her for the entire school year, outing ourselves as a couple isn’t what she had in mind, even considering our one little tryst. I went home walking on air, so happy to be seeing Liz again that week.

It seemed as if Friday would never come, but it did — and my mom dropped me off and did the parent thing with Liz’s mother Barbara. She came to the door in a really skimpy string bikini, a thong and just a bit of something covering her nipples. She was so beautiful. Even Mom was fumbling for words, though that might have been because of how close to being naked Liz’s mom was, not how beautiful. Me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.

Liz and Barbara had been swimming in their pool, and planned on cooking supper for us outside. I was envious of the pool and the house and the mother, all three. Liz had such an amazing life; I felt drab compared to her.

Without having talked about or planned it, Liz and I both hurried through dinner and even skipped dessert. Liz told her mother that we wanted to get to the movie she’d rented for us to watch in her room.

We did put the movie on, but Liz and I also got right down to the sex. She started pulling her clothes off, and I just followed suit. It was sort of like the locker room only I suspected that I would be able to act on my feelings — though I wasn’t totally sure of what exactly that would entail. For sure though, I was getting that tingly feeling between my legs in a big way and if nothing else, I would be touching myself soon.

Instead of that, though, Liz pulled me onto the bed and onto her and we kissed and pressed our bodies together for a long time. I’d barely kissed a guy any longer than a few minutes before, and here I was naked and making out with Liz. More amazing, though, is that we still hadn’t really talked.

Liz rolled us onto our sides and put her hand between my legs, separating my pussy lips, and began to finger me. My plan was to just imitate what she did for as long as I could, then improvise. It turns out that imitation works really well in a situation like that, if one of you knows what to do. Liz did know what to do, and she took us through mutual masturbation, different positions for oral and even fingering each other’s assholes, which I thought would be really gross — but when combined with a thumb on your clit and a couple of fingers in your pussy, it’s very hot.

I think we made love all night, or at least until dawn when we slept a little bit. Her mother routed us out of bed by reminding us about our Saturday swim lessons, and we pulled ourselves together.

After the lesson, Mom picked me up and we went our separate ways.

I was beginning to think that I would end up spending another miserable week without Liz talking to me, when she phoned. She told me how much fun she had when I stayed over, and hoped we could do it again sometime. Liz also hinted about hanging out at other times… but her friends were being dorky about including me, so it was awkward. I told her I understood, which I did. I would have trouble including her in my own crowd, even though she was from the best clique and people would kill to be her friend.

I asked my mom if Liz could stay over at our house, and she said yes. It wouldn’t be as much fun, because we didn’t have a pool and it would be my dorky parents instead of her cool ones, but I wanted more of what we’d already done. We decided on Saturday night the following weekend, so that we could sleep later on Sunday.

Liz and I again hurried through dinner so that we could watch that movie we had rented in my room. But when we got there, we were soon naked in each other’s arms and loving each other up. After a bit, Liz showed me how we could put our cunnies together by intertwining our legs. It was an odd sensation at first,, but it got both of us really hot and we helped out by using our hands on each other, too.

When that made us come, I asked her where she’d learned that from.

“My mom,” she said.

“Your mom? She knows about us?”

“Yes, and she wants to watch.”

“She wants to watch what? You and me, doing this?”

“Tribbing, it’s called. Can you stay over next weekend? My dad will be away.”

My head spun. “Um… what will your mom do? I mean, while she’s watching?”

“Probably touch herself, why?”

At that point, I was so dazed that I simply dropped the subject.

It was another long week, waiting for Friday to come. It was impossible for me to study. Thanks goodness, school was nearly over for the semester. I spent every moment I could masturbating, thinking about being with Liz and her mom. I wanted her mom to watch me touch myself, and to see Liz and me rubbing our pussies together.

Mom didn’t need to do the mom thing that next time, so she dropped me at Liz’s house and I let myself in. I heard Liz and Barbara at the pool and went outside.

I was surprised to find them both naked, horsing around in the water. Liz explained that when her dad wasn’t home, she and her mom pretty much stayed naked — in the summertime, anyway.

“We’re sort of a nudist camp,” Barbara said. “Will you join us?”

She climbed out of the pool. God, what a gorgeous woman. She was closely shaved between her legs. Her firm breasts were even more beautiful than I remembered them to be in her little bikini. I wanted to touch them.

We went for a swim, but after a minute or so, Liz asked me if it would be okay if we did what we had talked about last weekend, where we had sex with her mom watching. I nervously laughed, then nodded my head.

The three of us dried off and went into the house. We went upstairs but instead of stopping at one of the second floor bedrooms, we went up to the third floor. There were a couple of bedrooms up there and a bath. Barbara told me that this was a private place for her and Liz, and her husband didn’t know it was ever used.

Barbara settled into a soft chair by the bed. She said that we should pretend that she wasn’t there and do whatever we felt like doing. I don’t think she realized that having her there watching was making it even more exciting than the other nights — and they had been the most exciting of my life so far.

I was so aroused that I had to touch myself, and I moved to face Barbara as I began to finger my pussy. Barbara responded right away to this, opening her legs and putting a hand on her shaved mound. She and I could have gone on doing that for awhile, but then Liz got my attention and then we were making love.

I didn’t look at Barbara again until we were tribbing. I remembered Liz telling me that it was something that her mom had taught her. I glanced over at Barbara — she had a vibrator and was using it on herself quite roughly, coming over and over. I guess she did like watching us. I certainly liked it, and hoped that Liz did too.

I wanted to do more of these kind of things with Liz’s mom. Actually, what I really wanted was to fuck her.

As it turned out, Barbara wanted more than just watching too. Once she’d come a few times from her vibrator and it looked like Liz and I were slowing down, she came to join us on the bed. She lay back and opened her legs, and Liz immediately knelt between them and went down on her. It surprised me to see that happen, but I soon realized it wasn’t the first time that mother and daughter had been together.

From where I was, her breasts were within reach, so I touched them. They were heavenly.

“Do you like my breasts?” she wanted to know.

“Yes,” I was compelled to say. “I love them.”

“Then they are yours, little one. A gift from me. If you want to take care of them properly you will suck my nipples for me.”

Funny, I was thinking the same thing. I nursed on one, then the other. She was moaning, but I didn’t know if that was because of Liz licking her pussy, my nursing or both.

Either way, when I came up for air, Barbara whispered in my ear, “Will you sit on my face, please?” With a bit of assistance, I mounted her and settled in for a long, hot ride.

That was just the beginning of what turned out to be a very satisfying relationship. I ended up spending nearly as much time at Liz and Barbara’s place as I did at home, and we had sex hundreds of times. Once we graduated high school, Liz went off to college, where she found a girlfriend who would eventually become her wife.

As for me, I continued to fuck Liz’s mother regularly. In fact, Barbara ended up divorcing her husband, and she and I now live together openly as lovers. It took Mom a few months to get used to me being part of a lesbian couple with a woman old enough to be my mother, but she and Barbara are best friends now.

The End

 

 

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Cheryl and My Mother, Part 1

  • Posted on April 3, 2019 at 12:23 pm

Author Unknown

Note from JetBoy: I’m fairly certain that I first encountered this story ages ago at storiesonline.net, though a search for the original proved unsuccessful. I made a lot of changes to it through the years — in fact, about half of the final sex scene is my own creation. Humble apologies to the unknown author.

*****

I knew it when I saw the look in my mother’s eyes. Everything that Cheryl had just told me was true.

At Cheryl’s command, Mother strode over to our dining room table and leaned over it with her hands and elbows pressed flat against its hardwood surface, then stood motionless.

Cheryl has been my best friend for nearly ten of our sixteen years. And in those years I have learned plenty about her, especially her in-your-face attitude that seemed to work on nearly everyone we knew. It seemed like I was the only person who wouldn’t automatically jump when she said jump. It was why we were such good friends, I believed, because she couldn’t intimidate me as she was able to do with most others.

My best friend walked confidently up to my mother, directly behind her, and leaned down to grasp the hem of her calf-length skirt.

My jaw hung open as Cheryl lifted my mother’s skirt, carelessly flipping it up and onto her back, revealing plain white panties. All the while my mother’s head was bowed, staring at the table.

Cheryl turned to me with a knowing smile. “She loves it, Linda!”

I was seated in the living room, stunned by what I saw.

Minutes earlier, Cheryl and I had been idly chatting when she, from out of nowhere, told me that my mother was her “sex slave.” In fact, they were lovers, and Cheryl was the dominant in their relationship.

All I could do was stare at her incredulously. It was impossible, had to be. My mother and my best friend, lovers? Mother wasn’t even into women — she was dating some lawyer from across town.

Cheryl insisted she was telling the truth, though… and I’d finally gotten irked with my friend and told her to shut up — that I didn’t believe her for a second.

Well, Cheryl got that look in her eye that I know all too well… and when Mother got home a few minutes later from work, my friend simply said, “Come here, slut.”

To my amazement, Mother came over to stand silently before her… face red, her demeanor one of utter submission. And now Cheryl had my mother bent over the dining room table, skirt up, her panty-clad ass exposed.

And now Cheryl hooked both thumbs into the waistband of my mother’s panties. “Your mom will do anything I tell her, Linda… anything!” She roughly tugged Mother’s underwear down to her knees. My friend wasn’t even paying attention to the silent still body that she dominated, she was looking at me in triumph.

I stared at the naked flesh of my mother’s ass as it was revealed to me for the first time. Cheryl had won, I now believed her incredible claim… did she really need to push this further?

Hard to believe, is it, that a daughter had never seen her mother’s bare bottom before? Well, my mother had always been incredibly prim and proper — a very conservative and strict parent. Not only that, she was a strong woman who never seemed to let anyone get the best of her. That was why this was all so astonishing to me. What on earth had Cheryl done to make my mother over so completely?

I’d never had a lesbian bone in my body. Oh sure, Cheryl, who had been bisexual for as long as I’d known her, had made blatant overtures to me before — but I had always turned her down. And yet, and yet… when the pale white flesh of my mother’s ass was revealed, I felt a warm tingling between my thighs.

Perhaps I was as twisted as Cheryl. I mean, honestly — finding pleasure and excitement in my own mother’s half-naked body?

“Pull your ass cheeks open, Beth!” Cheryl ordered.

My mother paused for only a second before pressing her sweater covered chest down upon the table and reaching back to pry her ass cheeks apart. Cheryl gazed hungrily at what was revealed, while waiting for a reaction from me.

My response was simply to swing my head back and forth, mouth open, in shock. This could not be happening… but it was!

My panties were becoming noticeably damp.

“Face it, baby… your mother is a submissive slut!” Cheryl said it loudly like it was some kind of joke — but this had gone way past joking.

My friend gestured me to come closer… and I stood on shaky legs and strode over to the two of them.

“Touch her, Linda.” She placed her own hand on mother’s smooth white buttocks, the tip of one finger lightly touching her rectum. It clenched at the touch. My cunt twitched in response.

Unable to comprehend my compulsion to do so, I extended my trembling hand forward and laid it, palm open, on the back of mother’s thigh. Her skin was very warm to the touch, and smooth as well.

Mother tensed when I touched her. My strict and conservative parent was bent over, bottom bared before her daughter and daughter’s friend, and our hands were touching her backside.

Cheryl was watching me closely, “Can you smell her?” She inhaled deeply for effect — so I followed suit. “The bitch gets so fucking hot when I treat her like the cunt she is!”

I smelled it clearly. The scent was strong, indescribable, but I knew immediately what it was — my mother’s sexual musk. It had a certain quality that reminded me of my own.

At first it was seeing my mother’s naked flesh, then touching her warm skin… and now this, savoring her private sexual scent. I didn’t know why, but my cunt was a river.

“Didn’t I tell you months ago that your mom was hot, Linda? You thought I was being weird, but that was when I started making my move on her.” While she talked, Cheryl’s hand had slipped down and into the groove of mother’s spread ass.

Mother suddenly moaned softly, and I watched as two of Cheryl’s fingers disappeared into mother’s vagina. God, I could actually hear how wet Mom was.

“It wasn’t long till she was licking my pussy… it was right here on this table, the first time.” Cheryl’s fingers started to move in and out. “She was like a virgin back then — wanting so badly to please me but having no idea what to do till I told her. I taught her everything I knew about how to make love to a woman… and she’s become quite the expert!”

Two more of Cheryl’s fingers slipped into Mother’s body as I felt her moving slightly beneath my hand, still resting on her thigh. I looked up and saw my mother’s face as it contorted with pleasure, resting against the hardwood table top — all the while moaning and sighing at the attentions my best friend was giving her. Her hands still spread the cheeks of her ass apart –because Cheryl had not instructed her to stop holding herself open, I guessed..

“Look…” Cheryl murmured, gesturing with her chin, and I looked down to where four of my friend’s fingers were inside Mother… then I gasped as I saw Cheryl fold her thumb into her palm and push the whole of her hand into my mother’s body. I watched in amazement as she began to fist fuck Mother… who was now hissing and gasping with pleasure!

Cheryl’s free hand reached out for my own, and before I knew it, my friend had thrust it beneath her long t-shirt. My hand came into contact with soft down between her naked thighs, then her hot cunt, now incredibly wet. When had she pushed her jeans and panties down to her knees?

Cheryl softly said, “Touch me, Linda… please.” She was almost whimpering, her eyes hungry.

My hand absentmindedly began to move up and down, my exploring fingers brushing the hard nub at the top her slit. I had never touched Cheryl in a sexual way before, but just then it seemed like the right thing to do. She seemed to love it, sighing with pleasure even as she continued to fist my mother, her hand pumping in and out, in and out.

Mother was becoming loud with her pleasure – her sex making obscene wet noises with every motion of my friend’s hand, gasps and moans issuing from her mouth. Several degrees quieter, Cheryl was panting with pleasure from the movements of my hand between her legs. Her breath was hot against my ear, and then I heard her whisper, “Put your finger in her ass!”

It wasn’t a request, and at any other time I would have rebelled. Yet, I was a hot, seething volcano inside — my body burning with an arousal I couldn’t even begin to understand.

My hand slipped up my mother’s thigh, over the softness of her bottom — and I placed one finger against the pink cleft of her anus.

For the first time in several minutes, Cheryl opened her eyes… to see my hand, as I gently pressed my finger into my mother’s body. Mother seemed to be holding her breath, while the invading hand that Cheryl had buried inside her cunt was now still.

“Go on, finger her asshole… she wants it!”

I pressed harder and my finger seemed to suddenly slip deep into her anus. I looked it going inside, amazed and stunned. I swear that I could feel the knuckles of Cheryl’s hand in mother’s vagina between the thin barrier separating us.

Mother pushed her ass back against my invading digit, a wild keening sound issuing from her throat — and it seemed to trigger something inside of me, too. My mom was getting off on this, there was no doubt of that.

Cheryl’s response was more aggressive — she began to drive her hand in and out of mom with such a passion that it was roughly bouncing my mother’s body against the edge of the hard wood table.

I began to fuck my mother, my finger moving in and out of her asshole, excitement growing as I feel her open up to me, her anus becoming increasingly hot, wet and slippery.

My other hand also became more active, and I felt two of my fingers slip into Cheryl’s body, exploring her very wet sex. When I did this, she inhaled sharply, her body trembling. Suddenly she cried out, a squeal of delight that rang through the room. I was making her come!

Mother suddenly did the same, exploding in a frenzied orgasm that had her clenching every muscle in her body. Suddenly I felt the walls of her anus ripple and clench with such pressure that I could no longer feel the tip of my invading finger.

My mother and Cheryl gasped and moaned, bodies shuddering as their orgasms overtook them. I watched it all, amazed and aroused.

Things finally slowed down — their cries quieted, the temperature in the room seemed to return to normal, their wild movements ceased.

I pulled my fingers from my mother’s ass and my friend’s cunt, suddenly embarrassed by my proximity to their illicit pleasures. What I had just done was wrong — wasn’t it? I’ve always been able to say no to Cheryl in the past… why had I suddenly found myself so willing to do these things she asked of me, things that never interested me before today?

Because I had wanted to.

Cheryl removed her sticky hand from my mother’s body, gazing at me as she did, her eyes flashing with excitement. “God, that was so fucking wild. Crazy wild!” She leaned forwards to kiss me, and I was surprised again to find myself accepting her, my lips parting for her tongue.

Mother had not moved this whole time — she was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart, her face still resting sideways on the table, her chest rising and falling deeply.

Cheryl broke our kiss, her face inches from my own, gazing deep into my eyes. “Do you believe me now?”

I simply nodded at her silly question. Mother was clearly my best friend’s lover… though “slave” would be a more accurate description. Without a doubt.

I sensed that the relationship between my mother and myself would never be the same again. How could it be, after I fingered her asshole as my best friend fist fucked her to climax? It was a side of Mother that I’d never thought possible. I knew her, how tough she could be. Mother was no unwilling victim here. If she had not wanted to submit to Cheryl, she wouldn’t have done so.

Mother needed this. She wanted to be dominated, controlled — used as a sexual plaything. Was that really all there was to this relationship between the two most important women in my life? I pondered that — but my thoughts were scattered when Cheryl pulled my mother up from the table.

What followed happened so quickly that I barely had time to react. Cheryl suddenly tripped me, knocking my leg just enough out of balance that I fell back onto the floor, landing on my elbows and ass.

Before I could react, she was kneeling next to me, tugging my khaki shorts and French-cut panties down and off. I simply watched in amazement, my voice barely able to protest, “No, Cheryl… stop!”

Then she spread my thighs open and, pausing for a quick, hungry glance at my now fully exposed auburn pussy, moved to one side. She pressed on the back of Mom’s head — not very hard, I noticed — and my mother’s face descended between my thighs.

Mother had her eyes closed the whole time, as if she did not want to face the lewd reality of what she was about to do. Cheryl watched my face expectantly when my mother took that first lick along the crack of my vagina.

It was like lightning — the skies opened and the downpour began.

I had never felt a tongue between my legs before… and it was the most incredible thing I’d ever experienced. Mother licked me gently for a minute before pulling apart my labia so that she could suck and nibble at my nether lips. Rendered helpless with pleasure, I let my head bump against the carpeted floor as I felt that wonderful tongue slip sweetly into my virgin cunt — rolling around inside until my head spun.

Then there was a mouth on my own and I felt a tongue engage mine. It tasted delicious, and I cared not where it came from.

The tongue between my legs now trailed lower, to the crack of my ass — then it bathed my anus. I was in heaven, surprised at my response to that other never-explored part of me. The hot, wet tongue then trailed back to my slit, first making me gasp with a long, slow lick… then plunging deep into my vagina, tongue-fucking me for what seemed like forever.

My hands were fondling my breasts through my top, nipples aching to be touched. I ripped my shirt open, buttons flying, then clawed at the front clasp of my bra… then sighed with happiness as it popped free, baring my breasts. I opened my eyes just in time to see Cheryl lower her face to my chest and take my left nipple into her hot mouth.

Suddenly my mother raised her face slightly and suddenly began to flick her tongue against my throbbing clitoris. I began to twist and writhe upon the carpet.

I’d only achieved orgasm by my own hand before this day, but the delights I was now receiving from the two people I loved the most triggered a climax within me that was easily the most intense explosion of pure pleasure I’d ever felt in my sixteen years. I screamed into Cheryl’s mouth as it slid so lovingly against mine. This ecstasy seemed to go on for a sweet eternity, finally cresting and lowering me to earth.

I could not say how long I lay like a dead thing — but when I cracked open my eyes I saw my mother’s face as she watched me. When she saw my look she turned away, knowing the enormity of what she had done.

When Cheryl saw that I was back to reality, at least this form of it, she knelt next to me and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her gently back. We shared a long look as my mother hung back in the shadows, clearly uncertain what to say or do.

I had to ask Cheryl, “What now?”

Cheryl purred, “I’m going to take your mother up to her room and enjoy myself with her for the next couple of hours.” I felt a sudden pang of jealousy that I bottled up. “And then, sweet Linda,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear, “I’m going to help you turn my mom into your slave!”

She laughed excitedly as I digested her words, then I watched the two of them depart, my mother watching me wistfully over her shoulder as they disappeared through the doorway.

*****

“That skirt looks great on you, Violet.”

Cheryl was upstairs, collecting her books for school — and giving me time alone with her mom before we had to run to grab the bus, as we had planned.

Cheryl’s mother Violet was thirty-six, one year younger than my mother. And where my mom was tall and thin, Violet was more voluptuous, a shapely full figure of a woman who still turned men’s heads everywhere she went. She had a gorgeous curvy ass that I envied.

Violet turned to me with a smile of pleased surprise. I’ve known her and her daughter for ten years, and in that time I doubt I had ever given her a compliment before. I’ll bet she never got them from her husband, either.

“Why, thank you Linda,” she replied.

The skirt did look good on her, too — it was cut two inches above the knee and showed off her strong, shapely legs beautifully. My best friend’s mom always dressed professionally, and today was no different.

I leaned closer, my eyes locking onto hers. “In fact, you look wonderful in general, Violet — have you been working out?”

She smiled nervously, took a sip of her tea and didn’t say anything. I let my gaze trail down to her very generous breasts, her silk blouse transparent enough to see the lace patterned bra beneath. “Wonderful,” I breathed.

She seemed confused by my behavior, just as Cheryl had anticipated, so she changed the subject, “Are you girls going to be on time after school today?”

My eyes returned to hers and I saw her puzzlement. Violet could clearly read my flirtatious behavior, and it unnerved her just a little — all according to plan.

“Can I ask you a… personal question, Violet?” I said softly, lowering my voice as if I were trying to keep Cheryl from hearing me. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and I can’t go to Mom about it.”

“Um, sure, honey,” she replied, looking a bit puzzled. “What is it?”

“Have you ever, um, been in a relationship with another woman?”

Violet’s jaw dropped open in amazement at my question, and stood speechless as Cheryl came quickly into the room. “We’ll be late, Linda — c’mon, let’s get going!” she said, just as we had arranged.

I followed my best friend from her house, my gaze lingering pointedly on Violet’s amazed and embarrassed face until the door cut us off.

Cheryl laughed suddenly, her face alight with excitement. “I was just outside the door and heard it all… you were perfect!”

I smiled but was picturing the sight of Violet’s amazement at my stark question. Could Cheryl’s scheme to help mold her mother to willingly submit to my desires become a reality? For the first time since Cheryl had suggested such a thing, I really wanted it to happen. I longed to see where those shapely thighs led — ached to know what her breasts looked like, wanted to know how well Violet kissed.

I reflected on how my mother’s tongue had brought me to a tremendous orgasm just over a week ago… and God help me, I wanted more from her. Cheryl didn’t know it, but this newfound desire I felt for Violet was a pale reflection of my hunger for Mother.

*****

For days now, I’ve sat in my house, listening while Cheryl played her loud sex games with my mother in her room. I never asked to join them, and it was not offered. Secretly I wanted to be a trio as we had a few days before, but would never admit it. Now I realized that my boiling erotic nature could be vented toward Violet, rather than allowing me to be a third wheel to my own mother.

Would it be enough?

*****

I sat outside on the hill in our backyard, next to Cheryl. She hissed at me to be quiet as we sat watching into the lighted bedroom room of my mother. It was all planned, Cheryl explained, another example how my mother was fully under her control.

Cheryl giggled into her hand when the door to the bedroom finally opened and in strode a young girl of about fifteen, Mother following behind. It was a black night and there was no fear of being seen by the occupants in the lighted house. I recognized the girl as a local teen who delivered papers in the neighborhood — surely no more than fifteen years old.

“Her name’s Millie,” Cheryl whispered. “She’s the cutest little baby dyke. I fucked her in the bathroom at the movie theater once.” She giggled. “She has this thing for older women.”

My best friend had arranged this for our pleasure, inviting me to witness her control over my mother — and promsing me the same for Violet.

I watched as my mother took the girl into her arms and kissed her mouth. Millie’s arms entwined Mom’s body, and their kiss grew hot and lustful.

Finally they gently broke apart, and Mother began to undress as Millie watched her, an excited smile on her lips.

Though my previous encounter with Mom had revealed her intimate parts, I had never seen her fully naked before. Like me, she was tall and slender, with thin hips and a tiny waist, flat belly and small but beautiful breasts. She had bright red hair on her head and between her thighs — part of our Scottish heritage, she liked to say.

I felt Cheryl’s warm hand slip beneath my skirt, onto my thigh. I didn’t stop her, though I was more interested in watching the erotic drama unfolding before me than to explore my newfound lesbian desires.

When Mom was naked, she stood before the young girl, posing for her viewing pleasure. I also looked upon her with pleasure — she was an attractive woman, and I felt my desire radiate through my body. My sex tingled and my satin panties could not contain my wetness.

Cheryl must have noticed my appraisal of my naked mother. “Looks good, doesn’t she?” Her hand was hot against the skin of my thigh. I simply nodded.

Mother moved closer to Millie, then began to undress the girl — removing her shirt, her bra, then unbuttoning her faded jeans and sliding them down with Millie’s panties. There was a light tuft of hair between the girl’s thighs.

Once Millie was naked, she turned to the bed, laid down and gazed expectantly at Mom. My mother knelt on the foot of the bed, then leaned in to lick at the young girl’s pussy.

Cheryl purred with excitement, and her hand suddenly moved to cup my sex through my clothing. Unlike myself, Cheryl was not a virgin — and though she has been with a few boys in the last couple of years, she claimed sex with a woman was much better.

Millie’s shaking hands held my mother’s head as Mom pleasured the girl with her mouth. I doubt it was a full minute before she tensed up and began to shudder in ecstasy, her hands clutching helplessly at the bedspread. Millie’s eyes were closed tightly, and she was clearly panting for breath. It was an incredible sight, but my gaze kept shifting to my mother’s bare ass. Memories of fingering her anus sent my arousal even higher.

Soft lips brushed the nape of my neck and Cheryl whispered, “She’ll do anything I tell her to… anything.” Her hand was stroking expertly at the crotch of my panties. It felt wonderful, and a contented sigh escaped my lips.

Mother stood up and smiled softly at the flushed and happy Millie, then moved to straddle the young girl’s face. I caught a quick glimpse of Millie’s eager mouth, opening for my mother’s cunt.

My mother’s mouth fell open as the young girl began to pleasure her. Then, she turned her face toward Cheryl and me… and my mother was looking out the window, right at us. I had little doubt this had all been scripted by my best friend. Of course, she knew we were out here.

“I’m doing this for you, Linda,” Cheryl whispered into my ear, as if on cue. I could see the girl’s tongue licking at my mother’s pussy.

Without taking my eyes from them, “What do you mean?”

Rather than explain Cheryl breathed, “I want to be like Beth for you, Linda…”

That surprised me, and I wasn’t sure I understood. I turned my face to look into the glowing eyes of my best friend, “My… slave?”

Cheryl had gotten bolder since my first introduction to mother’s submission, and Mom was now known as my best friend’s ‘slave’ between the three of us. Since that first moment when my friend had proved her mastery over my parent, she had continually flaunted her power over Mom.

Cheryl seemed to be embarrassed, but she nodded affirmatively.

I turned back to watch my mother’s body moving in rhythm with Millie’s oral attentions. “What about your mom… our plan to get her to be my slave?” I murmured, wondering if this was another selfish attempt on Cheryl’s part to change our friendship to something more. Yet, hadn’t she done that already?

“I wanted to make you happy… to show you how much fun it can be to control another woman, so you would want me that way,” she said, hesitantly.

When I didn’t reply, Cheryl returned to kissing my neck, her free hand coming up to grasp my breast to tweak the nipple expertly. I ignored it and returned to the show.

Cheryl had just given me power by admitting her desire to be my slave. Yet I knew that she was right — I needed to understand how to seduce a woman, to make her as completely mine as my own mother was to Cheryl. To achieve that end, Violet was the perfect choice.

A month before I would have easily rejected any such suggestion from my friend. Now I wanted to learn to dominate a woman, an older woman that I cared less for, so that I might then master the one person that I truly desired.

I turned my head toward my best friend and our lips met. I drove my tongue roughly past her lips as we kissed passionately.

Cheryl must have believed then that it was her that I desired, not that submissive middle-aged slut who I now watched trembling in orgasm as a 15-year-old lesbian girl ate her cunt… watched her come even as I kissed another girl like a lover. But then Cheryl must have seen the hunger in my eyes as I studied my parent’s pleasure — and a sadness overcame her.

It was understood, but not spoken… I wanted my mother more than I did Cheryl.

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Home for the Holidays, Part One

  • Posted on March 30, 2019 at 2:37 pm

By Pretty Pink Taco

“Is she home yet?” my husband asked as he made his way through the door with a couple of brown bags of groceries in his arms.

“She’ll be home any minute. Did you get the eggnog?” I responded.

“Yes, the eggnog and the cider,” he said, unloading the items onto the counter.

“Thank you, honey. Dinner will be ready in five minutes.”

“Did you know that the Pruitts are running for city council? Good grief. The wife is pushing this platform of…”

I couldn’t pay attention on him for too long; my beautiful Claire was coming home any minute. She had sent me a text to tell me that she was stopping by the local gas station before heading over.

Our golden retriever, Scamp, suddenly started barking as lights flashed through the dining room windows.

“She’s home!” My husband said excitedly and rushed to the door. I stayed behind for several seconds, my heart beating rapidly.

I watched from the door as she got out of our old 2005 RAV4 and jumped into her father’s arms like she did when she was a little girl.

“Dad!” I saw her smile flash over his shoulder.

There was snow on the ground from earlier in the day, and the weather reports were predicting the worst.

“Oh, my pumpkin! I missed you!” My husband kissed her cheek. She locked eyes with me and I could feel it in my chest.

My memory flashed back to the first time I felt that feeling in my heart when I looked at her.

***

Claire was only eleven years old, and we had just gotten back from a pretty disastrous girls’ soccer game that ended up getting rained out.

“It’s not fair! I was wide open and she never passes me the ball! She thinks she’s so cool because she’s dating Jarod and he’s in the seventh grade,” she vented to me in her bedroom as she took off her wet soccer uniform right in front of me.

Her legs were long and lean, she had an athletic build like her father. For the first time, I had noticed the smallest little buds coming in underneath her wet, white training bra. I realized that I hadn’t seen her naked body in a while and was suddenly curious about all of its changes.

“Mom! Are you listening to me?” She shouted, undoing her ponytail and letting her long, wavy dark blonde hair fall down her back and over her shoulders. She tossed her wet uniform into the hamper and quickly pulled her training bra up over her head, her pudgy nipples bouncing into view.

My pussy got instantly wet and my mouth hung open. I realized that I had to say something, anything at all, to make my gawking less obvious.

“Want me to draw you a bubble bath in my tub? You haven’t had one of those in a while,” I said to her.

“No, it’s okay. I’m just going to shower and finish up some homework,” she said solemnly.

I stood up from the edge of her bed and pulled her into me, her head resting on my chest and her naked upper half pressed against my body. I rubbed my hand up and down her back.

“You did great out there today. Don’t let her get to you too much,” I told her, wishing I could grab her tight ass.

“She knew I liked him!” she cried out.

“I know, sweetie,” I said, rocking her. She leaned her body back dramatically and groaned as if she were dying. As she stretched her back, her prepubescent nipples were only a foot away from my mouth. I licked my lips. Was she leaning back this way on purpose? I doubted it.

“Could you make me a grilled cheese, Mom, pretty please?” she asked, pulling away and grabbing a towel. She wrapped it around her body before going into her bathroom.

“Of course, and make sure you clean up after yourself in the bathroom! If I ask your brothers to do the same, I have to ask you, too!”

“It’s not me, it’s them!” she shouted before closing the door.

***

“Mom!” She opened her arms, a big smile on her face. She was no longer eleven, but twenty-one and home for Christmas break from her senior year of college. I squeezed her so hard we both almost fell over.

“Coming through, ladies,” my husband said carrying a few duffel bags in his arms from her car.

“Are you hungry?” I asked her, taking her hand. Our stares lingered a moment before she finally said, “Yes.”

***

“Wow, a senior now, huh? Are you finding the coursework challenging? How did your finals go?” My husband asked as we wrapped up our dinner about an hour after her arrival. He always focused on the kid’s education more than I did.

“Took my last one this morning – praying for at least a B.”

“May as well pray for an A,” he joked.

“When are Brandon and Trevor coming home?” she asked.

“Brandon’s with his new girlfriend’s family, but he’ll be home for Christmas Eve,” I said.

“Is he going to bring her?” my husband asked.

“I believe so.”

“They look pretty happy in the pictures he posted online,” she mentioned.

“Well, he’s only a freshman, so I told him not to get too serious too quickly,” I said as my husband began clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. “Trevor flies in on Saturday and flies out the day after Christmas. It’s the only time he could take off from work.”

“How’s he dealing with the break-up with Angela?” she asked, looking for juicy gossip.

“He seems fine, but they did date for three years. She was such a sweet girl.”

“Yeah, real sweet,” My daughter licked the spoonful of vanilla ice cream and smiled to herself.

She could turn me on so quickly by doing practically nothing. She looked up at me and I looked at her. My little girl had somehow morphed into a grown woman. But, having her at the kitchen table in her socks and sweats made me want to care for her and rock her to sleep.

She extended her hand over the table, and I reached out and touched it for a moment.

“I forgot the eggs and cinnamon for breakfast,” my husband called out from near the fridge, “I’ll make a quick run to get them, and when I get back you can catch me up on your exams before I hit the hay.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she said to him warmly. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and it didn’t bother me because I had her in a way he never could. He came over and kissed her cheek before heading out the garage door.

“Maybe go upstairs and unpack? I’ll clean up down here in the kitchen,” I said a little loudly, making my way toward the sink and running some pans under the water. I heard her climb the stairs and head to her room. I also heard the garage door open and waited to see his car turn out of our long driveway.

I made my way up there maybe two minutes later and she was unloading her duffel bag. Having my daughter back in her own room brought back so many memories…

***

“Mom, is Dad asleep?” she asked me, eleven years old again and in her pretty pink bedroom.

“Yes, you know he goes to bed early. He needs to get up early in the morning for work.”

“Could you lay down with me for a little while?” she asked. The rain that came down during the afternoon soccer game had become even worse, now a full-blown thunderstorm.

I remembered her little budding breasts from earlier in the day, and got very excited with the thought of being near her body again.

“You don’t like the thunder, huh?” I asked. She shook her head. “I’ll check in on your brothers and shut down all of the lights first, okay?”

I had never turned down the house so quickly in my life. After checking on the boys, I rushed to my room and changed into a black silk nightie, then draped a silk robe over it.

I quietly crept back to Claire’s dark room and slipped into bed behind her. Was she already asleep? I wasn’t sure.

“Mom?” I heard her whisper and tried to find my body with hers. She turned toward me and rested her head on my pillow.

“I’ll just stay for a little while,” I told her, pulling her in closer to me.

“It’s just not fair, Mom. He was my boyfriend first.”

“I know, but there are other people in the world, and you’re only eleven,” I said, stroking her hair down her head and past her shoulders.

“Do you always wear that to bed?” she asked me, looking down at my chest.

“Sometimes,” I told her, feeling a little caught. “Do you like it?”

“I dunno,” she said, “I guess if Dad likes it.” She reached over and touched the top of my chest, around the lace of my nightie. “Thanks for staying with me, Mommy,” she said softly and leaned over to kiss my cheek. I leaned in and kissed her cheek, then she giggled and leaned forward to kiss me back.

We were caught up in a kissing frenzy, kissing each other’s cheeks and chins and foreheads and noses, giggling like school girls. Our legs seemed to slowly intertwine. I found myself directly above her and she began to tickle me — my sides, my belly, I felt her small fingers all over. I held her down by the wrists up near her ears and looked down at my beautiful eleven-year-old girl.

“Mom, don’t kiss me!” she shrieked playfully, begging me to.

I grinned as I lowered my face to hers.

“No, please! Please, no!” she laughed.

My left thigh fell between her legs, and she bent her knees up, pressing her crotch against my thigh in her pajamas. Eventually, she grew quieter and our noses slowly touched. I wanted to kiss her full lips and slip my tongue into her mouth.

I watched as she puckered up and I quickly turned away, burying my head in her neck. She giggled and squirmed a bit at first, but my kisses were soft and slow – more intimate. I released her wrists and she turned her head, giving me full access to her neck. My breasts were pressed firmly against her ribs.

She brought her hand to my hair and thumbed my face near my ear while she tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me near.

“Mmm,” I moaned softly against her neck. I couldn’t believe how out of control I felt. I could feel her pressing herself up onto my thigh and I matched the rhythm, pressing myself down onto hers. I didn’t realize at the time that she was turned on. In my head, she’s an innocent little girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

She turned her head back toward mine while I was still kissing her neck and found my face with hers.

She kissed me first, lips closed pressed against my lips. It started with small mini-pecks and soon became longer lip holds. I laid beside her again as we continued to exchange soft, gentle kisses – no tongue, not yet at least. Her lips were soft and breath smelled of candy.

“Mmmm,” she moaned a little, “That’s nice.”

We pulled away from each other and just stared. My pussy was throbbing and moist and I could feel my juices pooling in my panties.

“Do you feel better?” I asked her, stroking her hair again, knowing I had to get out of that situation as soon as possible before it went any further.

“Yeah, I do,” she smiled, a little sadly.

“I’m going to go to bed now, okay?”

“All right, Mom. Goodnight,” she said, turning on her back and letting out a big yawn.

“Goodnight, honey,” I said quickly and left the room. I was so horny, I fucked my husband twice that night.

***

“Just one more semester left and you’re a college graduate!” I told her excitedly, as she closed her dresser drawer upstairs in her room.

“Oh, Mommy!” She rushed over to me and gave me a big hug with her head pressed against the side of my face. She turned her head toward me and pressed her forehead against mine. My lips were trembling, I ached to kiss her. I had missed her so much.

She crushed her lips against mine and our tongues found each other instantly, passionately devouring each other’s mouths like we had thousands of times over the last 10 years.

“God, I’ve missed you,” I huffed between kisses. She kissed down my chin and to my neck and placed her hands over my sweater, squeezing and grabbing at my breasts.

“Oh, Mommy, my mommy,” she repeated seductively, putting her hand up my sweater and running it up against my stomach.

“Your father will be back soon,” I warned her, but still allowing her to continue seducing me.

“Did he go to the supermarket?” She asked, kissing me again.

“No, the gas station,” I said, running my hand over her ass. We heard the garage door open and close again.

“Fuck!” she muttered against my lips. She lifted my sweater above my chest, pulled my left breast from out of my black bra and sucked hungrily on my nipple.

“Oohh,” I moaned.

“Call me your good girl,” she commanded between slobbers.

“My good girl. My good little girl.” I petted her head.

“Honey! Claire!” My husband called out from downstairs. She continued to suck on my breast as I tried to pull her away.

“Claire!” I hissed at her quietly, with a worried look on my face.

“Coming, Daddy!” she shouted innocently toward the hall.

Claire kissed me once more before making her way back downstairs. She left me dumb and aroused – she had a way of doing that. But I didn’t care; my Claire, my daughter, my lover was home.

***

Claire

“It’s great to have you home, sweetie. Have a good night,” my dad said as he kissed my forehead goodnight before heading up to bed.

We had just spent my first night back home from college catching up by the fire drinking eggnog and hot chocolate.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said to him.

As soon as he turned away to head upstairs, I looked at my mom. She looked like a model in one of those Pottery Barn ads, curled up on the beige couch in her beige sweater and white pants and long, furry, beige socks. She was propping her head up against the back pillow of the couch, gazing at me. She looked like she was drinking eggnog but it was really Bailey’s with whipped cream and cinnamon on top. I made it especially for her.

I sat on the rug by the fire burning in the big marble fireplace we had refinished a few years back.

We heard the door of my parent’s bedroom close shut. My dad was going to bed.

“What are you drinking?” Mum asked me, sleepily.

“What do you think?” I grinned.

She exhaled deeply and stretched her arms back. In that sweater her boobs looked huge and they had teased me all night.

My mind raced back to the first time I saw them…

***

“I love that one,” I told her, sitting on the edge of her bed and only eleven years old as I watched my mother trying on different dresses in front of me. “I think Daddy will like it, too.”

“Ah, you think so?” She asked, twisting and turning her body in the mirror, trying to get a good view.

“I need to shower before the event tonight. Claire, make sure you let the dog out and feed him,” she reminded me.

“Why don’t you ever ask Brandon to do it?”

“Claire!” she warned me. That was the tone she used when I was testing her limits.

“All right, I will,” I groaned.

“All right, I’m going to get in the shower,” she announced.

She took off the black dress and hung it up carefully on a hook inside the closet door. All of her underwear was black for some reason; at least, I’ve never seen her wear any other color.

“Kayla’s going to Ohio this weekend. Have we ever been to Ohio?” I asked, following her into the bathroom. I was my mother’s shadow, people would say. We were always together and I would tell her absolutely everything.

“I’ve been, you haven’t,” she said, taking off her bra and then quickly rolling down her lacey, black panties. Her breasts were enormous and perfect. They weren’t real, she had gotten her first breast implant surgery a couple of years back. She claimed we destroyed her perfect figure – but I blamed Brandon because he was last.

I had never seen her naked before, at least not since we were very little. She turned on the faucet in the walk-in shower and tested the water a few times before going in and shutting the glass door behind her.

I could see her reflection in the mirror and watched her carefully as she showered. “I’m going to be so bored without her around, and now you’re leaving me.”

“It’s only one night, don’t be so dramatic,” she said loudly from inside the shower. It was probably hard for her to hear over the water.

I saw her bra and panties on the floor and it gave me an idea…

After she got out of the shower and slipped into her white terry-cloth robe she burst into laughter when she saw me. I had put on her bra and panties and they were both very big on me, so I made knots to make them tighter on the sides.

“Hello, I’m Mrs.Schaffer, and you have to listen to me because I have big boobies,” I mocked her, sitting on the bathroom counter. I had put on her burgundy lipstick and pinned my long hair to the side and down one shoulder like she often wore it.

“You’re so silly,” she laughed making her way toward me. I noticed that she kept looking down at the panties.

“Mommy needs a kiss,” I told my mother. She stepped in closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her neck; her hair was still wet and her robe parted open slightly down the middle. She placed her hands at my sides and leaned into my face. I kissed her quickly on her lips like we had the night in my bedroom after the soccer game last week; my eyes were telling her that it was okay.

“Colleen?” It was my dad shouting from the master bedroom, “We’re leaving in 45 minutes. Have you started getting ready?”

My mother quickly pulled away and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her so that my dad wouldn’t see me in her underwear.

“Quit playing around in there, Claire! We need the bathroom!” I heard my mom shout at me.

***

“God, were you terrible,” my mom said to me back in the living room, five days before Christmas.

That snapped me out of my memory. I was sitting next to her now on the other end of the couch with my feet on her lap. “I don’t know what on earth possessed you to put on my underwear.”

“I wanted to be just like you,” I told her, remembering how intensely my feelings grew for her in those days. Almost overnight, I found myself wanting to be more than just her little girl.

She began to lightly massage my toes over my socks with one hand.

“Do you think Brandon or Trevor were ever upset with how much time we spent together?” my mother asked.

“Nah, we were always doing girl stuff anyway. They had Dad, what else did they want? My mother, too? How selfish.” I joked sarcastically.

“So, what happened in Europe this summer? We never had a chance to catch up.”

“Oh, Mom, you would’ve loved it. Such sweet young pussies – almost everywhere I went.”

“Did you take any pictures?”

“Yes, they’re on my camera – I’ll show you some you’ll really like,” I smirked at her. I knew she was getting aroused just sitting there. No one could turn me on as my mother could with her seemingly coy and aloof demeanor.

“Mmm,” she sighed softly in agreement. There was something so sexy and polished about her.

“Let’s play Secrets!” I said excitedly.

“Claire,” she groaned, “Not now.”

“You’re a little drunk. Yes, now!” I moved in closer to her, “Confess your sins to me, my child.”

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said very seriously and then burst into a fit of laughter.

I laid down with my head on her lap and covered up my body with the blanket. She placed her drink down on the end table beside her and one hand stroked my hair while the other found my chest inside the blanket.

“I’ll start,” I started, “When I was little, after that day with the panties in your bathroom, I took your panties to my room and sniffed them. I started taking your dirty panties and smelling them, sometimes I’d lick them or rub them around my pussy.”

“I know,” my mother said coolly, gently pinching my nipple. “I knew what you were doing with them. Well, not what you were doing – but I knew you were taking them and maybe trying them on, or something. I assumed there was something sexual about it.”

“Really?! You knew that whole time?”

“I’d even try to come in them. Shove the crotch fabric deep inside me and get it wet with my juices for you.”

“Wow, it was like we were already doing it through your panties,” I thought aloud.

“Oh, my sexy girl,” she leaned down and kissed my lips.

“Okay, your turn,” I told her.

“Ah, well, it’s not really a secret but I never got around to telling you about this, you being in Europe and all, in the summer,” she said, a little resentfully, giving my boob a squeeze.

“I was home, cleaning out the fridge and your father was at work – it was a little past 11 a.m. and there’s a knock at the door. It’s Angela, standing there,” she started.

Angela was my brother’s ex-wife. “Angela? Are you serious? Was Trevor with her? What was she doing here?”

“I guess they had just broken up. It was around late June or so I think.”

“What did she want?”

“Well, I knew she and your brother had split, because I had spoken to him on the phone the week prior. She said she was in the area, but for her to come here of all places – from Chicago? I knew something was up,” she told me.

“What did you say?” I asked, curiously.

“Well, what could I do? I invited her in and gave her a big hug, made her some coffee. She started telling me about their relationship and the things that lead up to their break up. She said he was a control freak and had too high expectations of her and she felt that the things she did were never quite good enough for him.”

“He is a control freak, mom. You know that. Everyone knows that,” I interrupted.

“Well, he’s my son and I love him,” she defended him, “But I told her that people grow apart and I knew that they really loved each other and that maybe not everyone is the best fit for one another. She cried a bit on the couch, just unloading on me. I didn’t mind, she’s a sweet girl. I made us some lunch and started prepping for dinner.”

“Then what happened? Did she start freaking out or something?” I was wondering where this story was going.

“She would start crying mid-sentence sometimes, I could tell that the break-up was very hard on her. I hugged her, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to pull away so I kissed her… and we moved to the couch and, well, you know… ” She paused, leaving me to fill in the rest.

“I can’t believe she came all the way over here just to fuck you one last time,” I told her.

“No, I don’t think that’s what she wanted. She was very sad.”

“Yeah, right! She wanted you to open the door, then your legs. Remember how sweet she tasted? Definitely one of the yummiest pussies I’ve ever had. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

I slipped my hand under her sweater, pulled it up over her left breast and released it from her bra. Her nipples were a soft brown. Mom’s complexion was a little more olive than mine and she had very thick and full light brown hair that she wore a bit past her shoulders. I was a little fairer skinned and dirty blonde. My dad used to be super blonde before his hair went salt and pepper, and both of my brothers are in between, like me.

“It was definitely interesting. She always had that nice butt,” my mom said, recollecting.

“I bet,” I said, as I placed a pillow behind my neck and began suckling on my mom’s breast. She reached her hand down inside my sweats and began to rub my clit through my panties. It was very routine and natural for us to be in this position, we’ve been doing it for years.

“Remind me to pick up something for Brandon’s girl before they get here – I keep forgetting her name,” she said casually, “Shoot, I have to stop by the vet, too.”

I sucked harder. Sometimes, if she wasn’t all the way aroused, she’d start to ramble in full “mom-mode”. It was almost as if dirty sex talk with her daughter made her uncomfortable, even now.

“Mommy?” I said to her with her boob in my mouth in a child-like voice. I was wanting her full attention, my pussy moist and ready. “Touch me?” She knew what that meant: Shut up about mom shit and fuck me until I explode.

“Oh, my good girl,” she said, stroking my hair and finding my slit with her other hand. God, I missed her touch. I closed my eyes and let myself be pleasured by the main person in my life, my caregiver, my nurturer. She pressed a finger against my entrance and drove it in slowly, getting it wet with my juices. “You’re so wet, baby,” she whispered as I continued to suck on her hard nipple. “How old are you, baby girl?”

“Mmm, seven,” I moaned, it drove her wild when I’d pretend to be young again. I could feel her thrusting her finger against my warm insides and cupping my clitoris with her palm. She knew exactly how I liked it and I knew she loved little girls.

I lifted my shirt, I had no bra on and full c-cups that sat high on my chest. My nipples were a rosy tan color and very erect. She bent forward and sucked on my left one with hers still in my mouth.

My mind raced back to my childhood…

***

“Stay with me, Mom?” I asked her, eleven years old again sometime around bedtime a couple of days after the bathroom tease in her underwear. She looked at me hesitantly, almost as if she were fighting something within herself.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re going to have to sleep in your own bed by yourself. I don’t want you to make a habit of asking,” she told me, a bit coldly.

“Fine, goodnight,” I told her with an attitude and turned over in bed. She sighed, shut off my light and closed the door.

It wasn’t until I got up to pee several hours later that I realized that the door to my parent’s bedroom was open.

It was my dad dressed to leave the house. He was probably on his way to the hospital to perform an operation. He’d always get up super early for those.

“Just gotta go pee,” I told him sleepily.

He came over to me and kissed the top of my head. “I love you, princess. Have a good day, okay? I’ll be back around noon, then I’ll sleep and take you guys to the movies, how’s that?”

“Yeah, but can I pick? Because last time Trevor picked and then Brandon cried the time before that and I couldn’t… ” I started complaining.

“Yes, of course, you can pick today,” he told me with a big smile.

“I love you too, Daddy. Have a good day at the hospital.”

I watched him walk down the stairs and later listened for the garage door opening and closing again as I peed. When I walked out I noticed that the clock said 3:30 am and the door to my parent’s bedroom was still open.

“Mom?” I whispered at the doorway. I saw her hair laying against the white pillows and peeking out of many layers of white comforters and linens. Their bed was always so big and fluffy to me. I walked in and stood beside her bed.

“Mom?” I called out again, a bit more of a whisper. I shook her bare shoulder a few times, trying to get her to wake – but she just laid there, with her eyes shut facing up to the ceiling. I slowly climbed into the bed and made my way under the covers.

“Mommy? Mom?” I asked again as I did, testing how asleep she was. I reached my hand behind me for her under the covers and suddenly realized I could only feel skin. I looked behind me and noticed that she was completely naked!

My heart raced so fast looking at her naked body. Well, not totally naked — she had on some sort of black panties. I began moving slowly, laying beside her with my butt pushed up against the side of her hip and my head on her shoulder – facing away from her and hoping she’ll cuddle me.

“Mom?” I tried once more and nothing. I turned my head around and looked at her; she was passed out with her mouth hanging open slightly. Her breathing was slow and heavy. I turned my whole body toward her and wrapped my arm around her slowly, just under her breasts. I could feel myself becoming excited and a little wet between my legs, being so close to her naked body.

I began pressing my face closer to the side of her breast, drinking in her soft, familiar scent. I turned my head a little, rubbing my face against it and puckering my lips. I looked up at her every so often to see if she was awake as I inched closer and closer to her nipple. I brought my hand that was around her up to her breasts and placed it on the left one.

I guess it would have been gross to some people, but it turned me on that I was feeling up my mom.

My nose was now near her soft nipple, almost touching it. My eyes were wide and nervous as I kissed her skin more firmly. I wanted to just go for it, and I did. I stuck my tongue out and flicked her nipple slowly over and over again up and down and in circles. I looked up at her while I did it. She didn’t budge.

Part of me wanted to get caught. I wanted her to know how much I loved her. I felt like I couldn’t get in trouble – not any real trouble. I put her entire nipple in my mouth and sucked on it neatly, rubbing her other nipple with my right hand.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing to my own mother, I had wanted to do this to other girls on TV or YouTube or even Trevor’s girlfriends, the ones with nice boobies. I got completely on top of her, hovering my face over her chest, my legs were spread out over the sides of her hips. I took her two huge boobs in my hands and pushed them in together.

“Mmmm,” my mom groaned sleepily, startling me. I stopped a moment and then pressed my face between them. I licked and sucked on each fat nipple, feeling them get harder and harder in my mouth. My long T-shirt was riding up my thighs and my panties were so wet I think I got her belly wet a bit.

“Oh, honey, that feels so good,” she said quietly, slowly moving her body and stretching her arms up, her eyes still closed. I sucked and squeezed them some more, eager to make her feel good. “Aren’t you going to be late for surgery, though?”

I looked up and watched as her eyes fluttered open and then widened, my mouth full of her warm flesh.

“Claire!” she yelled and quickly yanked herself away from me, covering her body with the white comforter.

“Mommy… ” I started.

“What are you doing?! Are you insane?! Go to your room!” She screamed angrily. She looked just as terrified as I did. I felt my eyes fill up with tears and quickly jumped out of her big bed and ran out of her room, slamming the door behind me.

***

“Oh, I’m coming!” I squealed on the couch, ten years later. My mother’s fingers were rubbing my clit and my mouth hung open with her nipple in it. I tensed, feeling my mind and body explode.

“My good girl,” my mother bent down and kissed my head. She then brought her sticky fingers to her lips and sucked them dry. “So yummy.”

“Mmmm, thanks. I really needed that,” I told her.

“It’s good to have you home.”

“Want me to do you now?” I asked her, reaching for her pants.

“It’s all right,” she pulled my hand away and pulled me in for a kiss. “We have plenty of time to spend together.”

Sitting up, I stretched and yawned. “I’m going to get to bed then. Are you staying down here?”

“Yeah, I’ll stay up for a little while. Goodnight, darling, I’ll see you in the morning.”

I knew ever since I was a little girl that my mother loved delaying pleasure for some reason. I never quite understood it then and I don’t quite get it now, to be honest. But I was glad to be home.

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Pictures of Mom

  • Posted on March 24, 2019 at 2:04 pm

Author Unknown

From my mom, I get my interest in yoga, and my love of photography comes from my dad. He’s passed away now, and I’m twenty-two years old.

It’s hard to believe that it was ten years ago that Dad last helped me take pictures with my 35-mm SLR. He had an amazing eye and could find just the right view to make an ordinary scene come alive. Mom has been a widow now for a decade. Thanks to yoga, meditation, and a healthy lifestyle, at 48 she has the slim, flexible body of a woman in her twenties. When we go out together, people assume that we’re friends, not that we’re mother and daughter. Mom has long brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts and a slim figure, while I take after the women in Dad’s family — blond, green-eyed, with large breasts and behind.

People are sometimes surprised that I don’t live on my own, but I could never find a better roommate than Mom, or a nicer place than the house that my father built with his own hands.

Though I still live with Mom, I run my business, “Marina’s Studio,” from a space in an old factory that’s been cut up into smaller rental spaces — used for storage, car repair, a gym, and what have you. It’s typical of the repurposed buildings here in Southside Virginia. When I first started, I specialized in children’s photos and in weddings, and those lines are still my main activities; but a couple of years ago I got into glamour photography and then video.

They’re often women I meet at weddings, many of them bridesmaids and even some brides, who are happy to pose for pictorial sets that I can sell to internet sites. Since 2008 a lot of women have struggled with mortgages and other urgent money needs, and posing nude for a friendly female photographer is an unthreatening experience.

My studio is well decorated, full of plants and sunlight. I let my models choose the music they like, and often I light incense. Almost everyone who models for me says that it was one of their pleasantest moments. They come back again and tell their friends, and I’m now having to say “no” reluctantly to some women who want to pose.

There really are a lot of pretty women in this town, women who may not even feel sexy or seem that way when they are ringing up groceries at the supermarket or delivering mail or teaching school, but who can reveal their glamorous and sensual nature when they strip out of their flower-print dresses or their jeans. Most boyfriends and husbands are amazingly supportive. As one, a preacher, told me, “It’s an act of reverence to show the beauty that only God could create.” Amen.

As I said, women find it easier to pose for a woman photographer, but what is not easy for me is to resist temptation. When I got into this line of work, I considered myself entirely straight, but I have to admit that several times I ended up naked and gasping for breath in the arms of one of my models. It’s usually the first time for them twice over: their first nude shoot and their first woman lover.

I didn’t expect to become sexually intimate with any of my models, but in retrospect it’s not hard to understand — how can I watch a woman unbutton her shirt, shyly slip off her bra cups so that her stiff nipples emerge, pull down her jeans and then her panties — revealing a pussy that is sometimes bare, sometimes furry, but nearly always glistening with the evidence of their excitement — and not become aroused? How can I kneel on the carpet next to her, encouraging her to spread her legs and then her lips and to finger herself while I look through the camera lens at the pale-pink, moist clitoris that, at that moment, has started to swell — how can I do this, without feeling a wet warmth between my own legs?

I never make the first move. Never. I am a professional, and I think it would be wrong to take advantage of the vulnerability of a woman who has undressed for me with the idea that we will only make pictures. But when a woman, after a shoot, stands beside me while we look at the unedited results of the session on my computer screen and she leans her naked body on my clothed one and then puts her arm around my waist as her hair brushes my face, and then she kisses me on the back of my neck — well, I don’t push her away. And we do what comes naturally.

My mother always encouraged me in my vocation as a photographer, which started as a child and persisted through college, where I majored in art and design. When I started doing glamour photos, I was careful at first to show Mom only the most classic of my sessions: beautiful clean-cut women without tattoos or piercings and without any sexual action. I avoided showing her photos of my models masturbating, even though I encouraged them to do that, since it is so popular at the websites where I place my work. Eventually, though, I let my mother see the more explicit stuff, though I never let her know about my sexual involvement with any of the models.

Mom was slightly shocked, but not really disapproving. She was just amazed that I could find so many women willing to pose in our community, women she often recognized from the store, from church, or from the yoga studio.

She continues to do yoga; in fact she teaches classes in the evenings and on weekends. During the day, until a year ago, she worked as an accountant in the local parks and recreation department. The survivor benefits from dad’s pension are really not adequate to live on, but with her job, mom lived comfortably. Then the state cut funding to localities and there was a big debate about tax rates, with the result that lots of city and county jobs were cut, including Mom’s. She is smart and hard-working, but the jobs just aren’t there.

This was the situation that indirectly led to Mom accepting an offer that I had repeated many times before, the offer to do a photo session with me. At first she treated it as a joke. She said that she was too old, that in her generation “nice” women just didn’t pose nude, and that “people will talk.” None of her arguments made sense, of course, especially the last one. Who would see the pictures except people who wanted to? I could always do the photos just for her and never publish them anywhere if she didn’t like the results. But if I did sell them to a site, it would definitely help her budget.

What finally changed her mind was Connie’s baby. Connie is Mom’s favorite niece, and when her first child was born after years of trying, Mom wanted to buy a really nice present for the occasion. She needed money, and that was when my mother finally agreed to pose nude for me.

It was an early spring morning when Mom and I drove to the studio. She wore a pretty blue, white, and yellow cotton dress. Not new but very nice. Her shining chestnut hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a pearl necklace that was her favorite piece of jewelry, with matching teardrop earrings. As usual, she wore little makeup; just a little eyeliner and eye shadow. Mom had her black pumps on, the ones she favored for church and dress-up occasions, in place of her usual flats.

I could feel my mother’s nervousness, and was a little on edge myself. I’d taken hundreds of pictures of Mom in my lifetime, but it seemed incredible that I would soon be photographing her naked.

Before we even got inside, I snapped a few pictures of her outside the building. There was a pleasing contrast between the soft prettiness of mom and her dress against the hard, old, distressed brick of the factory. As I clicked away I thought to myself that these would be the last pictures of my mom in the old way, mom before she became a nude model.

I lit some incense and put on some new-age music that mom liked. The background for the shoot was just a neutral off-white sheet with a black sofa in front. I guided mom as she stood and slowly unbuttoned her dress. Her fingers trembled and her smile was nervous. As I had asked her, she did not wear a bra, so gradually we began to have a glimpse of her breasts and finally her right nipple emerged. The close-up of her face, her eyes glancing down at her erect nipple just peeking out of the flower print is priceless.

Her dress finally came off her shoulders, and then slid down so that her white panties came into view. They already had a small damp patch in the crotch. I loved this — my models are almost always first-timers, and the simple act of undressing in front of a camera arouses them beyond anything that I could do or say. It makes for wonderful photos, and in Mom’s case the many years of covering up carefully made this day of first exposure seem all the more powerfully forbidden and exciting.

I told her to let her dress fall to the floor. There she stood, trembling, wearing only her damp panties and her black pumps, her hair framing her blushing face, nipples stiff, slim girlish body in all its awkward glory. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She had her left hand — she’s a lefty — with its wedding band, on her right hip as if, in a small symbolic way, to cover up.

I told her to slip her hand into her panties. She hesitated, said “I don’t think I can do that…” and then nonetheless complied. Her left fingers slid out of view behind the cotton.

I came in close and got several shots as her fingers moved between her lips — this was spontaneous, instinctive, and didn’t come from me. The wetness made the cotton a bit translucent in the center, and thanks to the high resolution from my camera you can see the golden gleam of the wedding band through the fabric as she works her pussy. Except for mom’s breathing and some moans there was no sound except the clicks of my camera.

I asked her to pull the panties down with her other hand without stopping what she was doing so that I could get a better view. She looked at me right in the eyes with a serious almost trance-like look. She said, “Do you really want this, Marina?”

I said yes, and she pulled the panties out of the way to reveal her fingers rubbing against a very swollen clitoris. At my direction she squeezed it between her ring and middle fingers, making it stand out still more. Since she had seen other models in photos, mom had thoughtfully shaved completely to prepare for our session. Her mound was bare and beautiful.

At this point I realized that she was becoming unsteady on her feet with excitement, so I asked her to lie down on the sofa. She gratefully lay down and spread her legs, nude except for her pearls and pumps. She has just the most amazing body! Her legs, which I now saw for the first time full length unencumbered with clothing, were so long, toned, and graceful. Without prompting, she continued to finger herself, sometimes closing her eyes, and sometimes opening them to stare at me.

All of a sudden her hips started to buck and her whole body began to jerk in spasms. Then she fell back on the sofa with her eyes closed and put two fingers of her right hand into her vagina while she continued to rub her button with her left hand. She fucked herself like this with her fingers for a minute or two and then had such a powerful orgasm that it scared me. She lifted her body, her feet on the floor and her shoulders against the back cushions of the sofa, propelling her crotch into the air as she fucked with both hands, her fluids dripping along her thighs, and then, as if possessed, her body sprang forward off the sofa and she was on the carpet on her knees. Her right hand came away from her pussy and onto the floor to steady herself while her left hand continued its work and her hips bucked several more times with decreasing force. Finally she let herself down onto the floor and lay still, bathed in sweat.

Although I had shot some pretty intense sessions in which a woman pleasured herself, I had never seen anything like this. Add the fact that this was my beautiful, mature, reserved mother and you will have an idea of the state I was in. I was upset, shocked, shaken, disoriented — and aroused. I felt guilt at having put my mother into this situation and even guiltier at the warm wet feeling between my legs — in fact, I felt suddenly so warm and flushed that I needed to take off my top.

My mother gazed at me as I cast my blouse to one side. “Honey,” she whispered, “I — I love you…”

Bare-breasted and in my jeans, I knelt down next to my naked, panting mother and took her in my arms.

I meant merely to comfort her, but she eagerly turned her face to mine and before I knew what was happening, my mother and I were kissing passionately.

As her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, my right hand began to caress her left breast and to feel her hard erect nipple against my palm. A shock of desire surged through my body. Almost without thinking, my left hand moved down over Mom’s firm tummy towards her pussy.

Despite our passionate kisses, I didn’t know if this was what she wanted. Yet I couldn’t help exploring. My hand moved ever so slowly downwards, feeling the soft warmth of her body, encountering no resistance. She wanted this as much as I did.

Finally my middle finger reached her pussy and slipped between her lips. Her swollen clit pushed hard against my finger! She was now rocking her pelvis against my hand, seeking pleasure from me! A wonderful feeling of love and acceptance coursed through me. I needed to taste the pussy that I had just photographed in all its glistening pink glory.

Mom almost didn’t let me pull my mouth away from hers, but when she felt me kiss my way down her throat, down her chest, and take a few moments to suck on her nipples before continuing on my way, she said, “Marina, my baby, yes, please, kiss me down there!” Now my tongue was parting her lips, exploring them on the inside, then thrusting deep into her vagina.

She tasted incredible. I could feel her wet thighs against my cheeks and my ears as I thrust and licked, and then I started sucking on her clit. It did not take long before she quaked with another powerful orgasm, which was followed shortly by my own. Without thinking much, I had thrust my right hand into my jeans and had been rocking against it while I ate out mom.

After we came, we kissed some more, and Mom said, “Why are you still wearing those pants?”

Trembling with lust, I stood to peel off my jeans and sopping panties. It was hard to do, because I was so excited at the thought that my mother would soon be tasting my cunt. I found myself wondering if I was her first lesbian lover.

Mom pushed me back onto the sofa and knelt before me, between my legs. She slid her hands under my thighs so that she could cup my cheeks while she looked at my crotch. “I’ve never seen a woman’s pussy up close,” she breathed. “How could I have spent all these years without trying this?” So it was her first time. That only excited me more…

I was eager to feel her mouth against my mound but she first licked the juices off my thighs, going back and forth, from left to right, for what seemed to me to be an eternity of aroused suspense. It was beautiful to watch her, her dark hair — usually so neatly combed — all tousled and wet, her face — usually so serene and meditative — so possessed with the hunger for another woman.

Finally, I felt her tongue licking on either side of my pussy, outside the outer lips. But as her tongue explored my crotch, her face brushed against my clit and made my body jerk with excitement. Then she moved her tongue inside! My God in heaven, what a moment! The woman I loved most in the world was now penetrating me with her tongue, exploring every intimate fold, and then sucking on my clit, pulling it in between her lips, then letting go and licking…

After that, it was all a huge, glorious blur of repeated orgasms. I remember that I later spread her on the floor on her stomach and tongued her asshole while she humped against her fingers, and then still later we were lying on the sofa bathed in sweat and kissing.

Several hours must have passed. It was afternoon when we woke up, holding each other, naked, on the sofa.

The next day I wondered whether to send the edited photos to the usual web site. Now I felt the caution of a daughter and the jealousy of a lover. Mom insisted, though. She said that she wanted to get something really nice for Connie’s baby.

My mother and I still make love every now and then. We’re both in relationships with other women — after we fucked that first time, it was enough to convince Mom that she was gay — but we still get together occasionally for a hot romp in the sheets. She’s my beloved parent, my best friend, my roommate and my fuck-buddy, all wrapped up in one wonderful, desirable hunk of woman, and I adore her to bits.

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Mom’s Madness

  • Posted on March 20, 2019 at 2:12 pm

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Everyone knew that my mother was cut from a different cloth. To be honest, she was simply odd, floating through life with a dreamy, childlike look in her eyes, often losing track of conversations, then breaking in with a non sequitur that left other people puzzled. She was a true old-fashioned blond beauty who looked as if she’d just walked in off the set of a vintage Technicolor movie.

My mother exuded a warmth that often confused strangers, as she’d start talking to them as if they were old friends. There was a kind of sweet madness to her, a craving for affection and attention that could be trying to me sometimes, even when I was a little girl. I learned at an early age to indulge her, enjoying the attention she lavished on me even if she sometimes acted more like a needful child than a proper mother. She was infinitely lovable, though, which made her eccentricities easy to tolerate.

Mother often walked around the house nude, or in a thin wrap. She and I lived in a grand two-story house in a wealthy suburb, with a large yard and high fences and shrubbery that provided our privacy from the prying eyes of neighbors. Mother would often stroll in the garden naked and encourage me to skinny dip with her in our pool. We didn’t socialize much with the country-club types that lived near us and mainly kept to ourselves. Mother thought they were uptight… and they found her dreamy exuberance to be, well, unseemly.

Mother had few notions of personal boundaries or privacy and seemed to crave my attention. Sometimes I’d be in my room, reading or doing my homework, and she’d call me down to join her as she sat before the fire.

I really didn’t mind. I can remember the warmth of her body as she draped an arm around my shoulders. It was so natural; we didn’t think anything of it. The two of us would just be cuddled close together on the couch, watching an old movie until we fell asleep.

As a little girl, she bathed with me regularly. My mother would soap me up, lovingly washing my body. I can remember watching her kneel in front of me, a blissful expression on her face as her soapy hands moved over every inch of my skin.

I slept in my mother’s bed often. Not every night, of course, but often. I can remember, as a child, how warm and safe I felt with my warm, soft mother cuddling me close, crooning songs into my ear to lull me asleep.

As I grew into puberty, Mom became even more of a free spirit. She hardly ever dressed when at home, and even then it was only in flimsy robes or a long t-shirt. She insisted that I share her bed now and then, the two of us snuggling together beneath a cozy quilt. Though she was always physically affectionate, her hugs, kisses, and caresses became more frequent, warm and prolonged. I didn’t really think anything of it — but then one day, when I was fifteen, the love my mother and I shared became something more.

That day, when I came home from school, my mother greeted me at the front door in her short silk kimono. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close as we stood in the foyer. I felt her large, soft breasts press against my cheeks as she squeezed me tight. It was as if she hadn’t seen me in weeks.

“Wow, Mom, what’s this for… did something happen?” I asked.

She laughed, kissed my cheek, and then planted a firm kiss on my lips. I smelled her sweet jasmine perfume, and she looked into my eyes, holding my face in her hands. “I just needed to touch someone,” she laughed, a bit abashed. “I was filled to the brim with love, and it felt like I was going to explode if I didn’t let that love out!”

We laughed at that, and she pulled me inside. “Come on, honey,” she murmured, “Let’s take a bath together. It’s been ages since we’ve done that.”

“Um… I was going to read, Mom,” I said. “Maybe later…?”

But she brushed this aside. “C’mon, spend some time with your mother,” she cooed. “I’ve been lonely in the house all day without you around.” She had a playful, pouting expression that made me laugh. It was like I was the parent and she was the kid demanding attention. So, like all that felt the force of her desire, I relented with a smile.

She led me to her grand bathroom, with its whirlpool tub in which she and I had so often shared baths. She quickly dropped her robe, revealing her nude body without hesitation. Her breasts seemed so full and round to me as they swayed slightly. She was giggling and practically dancing with excitement.

Mom began to undress me. We laughed as we talked about my day. I didn’t think anything of it, at the time, but now I realize that something did seem different as she pulled my sweater over my head and unbuttoned my blouse. She let her hands spread across my bare chest, over the bra, caressing me lovingly.

“Mmm, darling, your skin is so soft,” she purred. She unhooked and removed my bra, then pulled my skirt down, and, just as quickly, my panties. She studied my naked body, letting her hands glide up and down my legs. “And your legs are absolutely flawless,” she said approvingly, stroking my thighs. “You’ve grown into such a lovely, lovely young woman.”

She stood and faced me, both of us naked now. She gazed at me for a moment with adoring eyes, then drew me close for another hug. This time our naked bodies pressed hotly against each other, making me tingle deliciously. I felt her hands slip down my back to cup my ass. I giggled, since it tickled. I reached around to playfully pinch her bottom and she laughed, slapping my hand away.

Hand in hand, we climbed into the hot water of the tub and relaxed as she asked me about my day. As we made small talk, she moved next to me and took the bar of soap in her hands, beginning to wash my body. Since she’d done that since I was a baby, I thought nothing of it at first. But today she seemed to take more time as she washed me, allowing her hands to linger on my wet flesh, often brushing her cheek or lips across my skin after rinsing it clean.

After awhile, I could tell she was no longer paying attention to what I was talking about, so I just relaxed and let her wash me. I felt safe and warm, basking in the glow of my mother’s love… but as her touches and kisses gradually grew more and more sensual, I realized that I was turned on, too.

Then my mother guided me onto my feet, having me stand so she could properly wash my lower half. She moved to my front first and knelt before me, looking up at me with her wide, dewy blue eyes. She smiled so warmly, so tenderly. It felt good to know that washing me this way made her feel so happy, and I didn’t want to do anything to take away from her mood. So, I let her guide the soap and sponge along my shoulders, down over my small, pointed breasts — her fingers lightly brushing my nipples — and across my flat belly. I looked down as the soap suds slid down my firm, young body, watching her fondle my thighs as she washed down each one.

The expression on her face as she bathed me was blissful, but there was a hunger in Mom’s eyes that I’d not seen before. My pulse began to quicken as I observed her. She seemed almost intoxicated, but somehow I knew that she was not. Or perhaps she was drunk on something other than liquor… desire, perhaps?

Mom dipped the sponge in the bath and squeezed it, letting rivulets of water travel down my body, taking the soap residue with them. By then, my nipples were rock hard, which she surely felt as her hands lightly brushed the soapy water from my breasts. I felt lightheaded from my mother’s loving caresses.

Once my upper half had been rinsed clean, Mom gently kissed my belly, just inches above my pussy, making me shiver. She glanced up, graced me with the most affectionate smile, then turned me around to face away from her, reaching once more for the soap. I was feeling all quivery and light-headed… what was Mom doing?

As with my front, Mom began at my shoulders and soaped my body downwards, lathering me all over. She let her fingers creep down my spine, between my cheeks, caressing the soft globes of my bottom. I felt my breath grow shallow, even as she was crooning loving words to me. My heart was throbbing. Her fingers glided down the crack of my ass, over my rosebud. My head lolled back, a whimper escaping my lips. Almost without thinking, I brought a hand up to fondle my breasts.

I felt my mother press her face against my ass, her hands resting on my hips as she kissed inside. I was nervous and excited, trembling from head to toe. My pussy was throbbing as her fingers crept between my thighs to touch me there. I panted as she began to slide her fingers back and forth, stroking my cunt. I felt my knees shake.

“Oh darling, my lovely baby, sweet, sweet Nora,” my mother breathed. “Let me make you feel good.”

Oh… oh, Mom,” I whispered, unable to comprehend what was happening. My mother, my own mother, was making love to me! I was still a virgin, had never gone very far with any boy, now Mom was pleasuring me as if she were my lover!

She was rubbing my clit in rapid circles now, any pretense of washing me now gone. I was nearly out of breath, leaning against the wall for support. Mom’s face was pressed against my ass, her breath hot on my skin as the soap and hot water sluiced down my thighs. I felt myself losing control as she continued to fondle my pussy, sliding a free finger along my labia. Then I felt her other hand parting my buttocks.

My body tensed slightly in the midst of my pleasure… then — oh my God — I moaned in disbelief as Mom pressed her face between my cheeks, her tongue emerging to lick at the crack of my ass.

I had never conceived of such a thing, never knew that lovers shared such pleasures with one another. A hoarse cry issued from my throat that echoed off the bathroom walls as my body seized up in a wondrous climax far beyond anything my childish fumblings with masturbation had ever produced.

I came convulsively, succumbing to my mother’s dexterous fingers… and, ultimately, to her madness.

I slowly slid down the tiled wall, finally sitting in the lovely hot water of my bath, feeling my mother’s soft arms entwine my body. I was dazed, flushed, at peace with the world.

My mother and I lounged in the tub, relaxing in the afterglow of my pleasure. We sat next to each other, cuddling. We hadn’t spoken since my orgasm, not wanting to break the spell that had ensnared us both. I felt both awkward and, oddly, at ease. She lightly caressed me, and I shyly reciprocated.

I nestled in my mother’s arms for awhile, lulled almost to sleep by the warmth of the tub and my mother’s soothing caresses on my hair and face…and then I felt her stiff nipple brushing my cheek. I opened my eyes to see the firm pink tip of my mother’s breast, now inches from my face.

A reckless impulse seized me, one that I was powerless to resist. My lips parted, and I leaned in closer to take Mom’s nipple into my mouth. She moaned gently, and I began to softly suckle her breast.

“Ah, yes, there, baby, let Mommy feed you again,” she said dreamily. I shifted myself so that I straddled my mother’s left thigh, with one hand against the side of the tub to support myself. My mother put her head back and cooed with pleasure as I tasted her hard nipple, my free hand savoring the creamy softness of her breast. I pressed my cunt against Mom’s leg, loving the feeling of her skin against my clitoris.

It was there, in warm water of the bathtub, in the dimly lit coziness of the room, that I fully gave in to my mother’s madness. As a child, I hadn’t understood it. I had even been frightened by it at times, or just endured it with affection. But as I suckled her breasts in the tub, I embraced her strangeness, worshiping at the altar of her beautiful body.

I felt Mom’s hands reach around to my ass, pulling me closer to her. My arousal growing sharp, I let my hand trail down her body and into the water to touch the cleft between her spread legs. Her eyes fluttered as my hand grew bolder, my fingers exploring the contours and folds of my mother’s cunt.

I gave in completely to this wild new desire… this lust I’d never felt before for any woman or girl. I began to grind my pussy against my mother’s firm thigh, which she raised to me, giving me what I needed to get off.

I wanted more. Slowly, carefully, I let two fingers slip into the heat of her pussy. Heart throbbing relentlessly, I played with her, fucked her, loved her; my fingers frolicking in her tangled pubes. She moaned with delight, holding me close.

She raised my face from her breasts to meet her gaze, her eyes warm with adoration. “Oh. baby,” she whispered, “I love you so much…”

I licked my lips, slowly leaning closer — then my mouth was on hers, and Mother and I were kissing like lovers. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, and I sucked at it eagerly.

Mom’s hand slid down my back to caress my ass as I worked my cunt against her thigh. I kept fingering her pussy, finding her clit with my thumb and lightly teasing it, as I’d done so many times to myself. Pressed close together, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss, we paid no heed to the water sloshing out of the tub as we moved rhythmically against each other.

I felt Mom’s fingers creep into the crevice of my ass, stroking my anal cleft, which gradually opened to her gentle probing. With a single smooth, she slid a finger into my rectum with a single steady stroke.

I cried out, breaking our kiss — and Mother squealed in delight at my response to her touch. Upping the ante, I pushed a third finger into her juicy cunt and felt her body jerk violently in response.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” she cried, throwing her head back. I too began to shake uncontrollably as my mother’s finger continued to probe my anus. Mother continued to heave and pant as I fucked her. I was coming nonstop now, almost breaking into sobs, grinding my pussy hard against Mom’s thigh until I collapsed against her breasts.

Mother slowly came down from her own orgasm and we both withdrew our fingers from each other’s bodies. The two of us slowly relaxed, just panting, snuggling close in the cooling bathwater.

“Oh,  my sweet baby,” Mom cooed, stroking my hair, kissing my cheek and lips. “Mommy loves you so!”

I collapsed into my mother’s wet warmth, our moist skins pressed together, our breathing heavy.  “I love you too, Mom,” I whispered. “Oh, God, how I love you!”

We relaxed together, at peace in our mutual madness. I let her stroke my skin and whisper sweet words of love into my ear, the two of us occasionally sharing passionate kisses.

Then Mom pulled away to gaze at me with loving eyes. “Let’s go to bed, honey,” she cooed. “There are so many things I want to show you… so many pleasures for us to share.”

I smiled at her. “I’d love to, Mom.”

We rose from the bath and stepped out onto the mat. Mom seized a large towel, and we took turns drying one another, pausing often for long, loving kisses.

Mom sighed happily. “I’ve dreamed about this for a long time, honey… about us becoming more than just mother and daughter.” She caressed my ass with gentle fingers. “There’s nothing like the love between women, Nora. I want to show you how beautiful it is.”

I was kissing her soft neck. “Teach me, Mom,” I whispered in between kisses.

Dropping the towel carelessly to the bathroom tiles, Mom took my hand and led me down the hallway and into her bedroom, both of us still gloriously naked. I admired the loveliness of her bare body, seeing my mother in a way I never had before… as my lover.

The End

 

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Two Sisters, One Second

  • Posted on March 16, 2019 at 2:39 pm

by Cartman94

{ This story was originally posted at Literotica in August 2013 }

Hi, my name is Lana and I’m here to tell you a story. A story about how one second can change your life. This is the story of how my sister and I fell in love.

It was a hot day. A really hot day. Sun shining, beautiful weather, but being the silent, indoors girl I am, I stayed inside. I was 18 years old and had just finished high school. Window open, sitting on the bed, controller in my hand, Xbox 360 on, playing a first person shooter. That’s what I liked to do.

You probably wouldn’t tell by my looks, but inside I’m a bit of a geek. Games, books, movies, computers, comic books, you name it. The closet against the farthest wall in my room was half filled with comic books and half filled with normal books, mostly sci-fi and fantasy and I had another small cabinet filled with games. This got me the attention of 90% of the boys in class. I could understand why. Either most girls didn’t play video games, or they just didn’t talk about it.

But even with all the attention, I never dated a guy. I guess I just wasn’t interested in them. Because of that I began to think that I may have been a lesbian, but it was the same with the girls. No one seemed interesting. I came to the conclusion that I just hadn’t found anyone fun yet.

“Still loving those video games, huh?”

I jumped at the sudden noise. I looked over my shoulder. “Brianna!” I jumped off the bed and hugged my sister. “It’s been way too long.”

Brianna was three years older than me. She just finished college without any problems, and now was back home looking for a job. Her college was far away from home, so she stayed there. I would only see her on school breaks, or special occasions like Christmas or New Year’s. Last time I saw her was in April for my birthday. She came all that way to surprise me.

My loud reaction may not suggest that I’m a quiet person, but that’s because it was my sister. We were always close. I mean, we did have some fights like normal siblings, but those things were quickly forgotten. If I ever had any problems in school or whatever, she was the person to go to. When we were little, we were inseparable.

“Congratulations on passing your finals, sis,” I said.

She hugged me back. “Thanks, Lana. You too.”

I let her go. “So, tell me about your last months in college.”

She chuckled. “Tonight, Lana. Mom and Dad will be gone, I’ll make your favorite spaghetti, and then we’ll talk.”

I grinned. “Thanks.” I made a motion towards the TV. “You wanna play something?”

She walked over to my Xbox, took the second controller and let herself fall on the bed. “Sure you can handle the disappointment?” she joked. I threw my pillow at her, and we both laughed.

*****

Six o’clock downstairs in the living room. Our parents were packed and ready to leave. They were going on a trip through parts of Europe, and would be gone for a month. They had a flight around 9 o’clock and it was a long drive to the airport. They hugged us both.

“Okay, there’s food in the fridge, if you need something, just…”

“Mom, Mom,” my sister cut her off and smiled, “we’re adults, we can take care of ourselves. There’s no need to worry.”

She nodded. “Yes, I know, I’m sorry. I’m just going to miss you.”

“We’re going to miss you too, Mom,” I said.

She hugged us again and they took off. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

They loaded their stuff in our dad’s car and left Mom’s car behind so we… well, so Brianna could drive if one of us needed to be somewhere. We waved again and they were gone.

I wasn’t as close with my parents as I was with my sister. Don’t get me wrong, I loved them, I couldn’t have wished for better parents, and I had some serious talks with my mom from time to time, but it wasn’t the same like with Brianna. She always seemed to understand me more. Maybe because she was younger.

“Well then,” my sister said as they faded out of view, “I guess I’ll start on that spaghetti.”

I laid the table and after about forty minutes, dinner was served. My mouth watered at the aroma of spaghetti Bolognese. I rolled a bunch of spaghetti onto my fork and put it in my mouth. Delicious.

“So Brianna, tell me about your last months in college.” I mumbled with a mouth full of food.

She giggled. “What?”

Oh. I bit on the spaghetti and swallowed it. “Sorry,” I grinned, “tell me about college.”

“Well, not much to tell since the last time I saw you, really. Just that I passed my finals. The last few weeks were a lot of studying, so there wasn’t much room for other activities.” I nodded. “But what about you? You finished high school. How did it go?”

“It was pretty easy for the most part. I had a little trouble with math, but nothing serious.”

“And now what? Are you gonna go to college?”

“I don’t know, it seems like fun and it’s probably the smart thing to do, but I’m not sure yet.” I really didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life.

She took my hand and squeezed it. “Well, whatever you do, I’m here for you.”

I smiled. “Thanks, sis.”

She grinned. “And how are things in the love department? Any romances?”

I shrugged. “Same old same old, still single.”

“How is that possible? You’re a beautiful girl and you’re a geek. Any boy would kill to be with you.”

I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I just don’t go out much, and the boys in my class just didn’t seem interesting to me.”

“Well don’t worry, you’ll find someone,” Brianna said, smiling.

I chuckled. “I’m not worrying, sis, I’m happy with what I have now. And what about you? Didn’t you have a boyfriend?”

“No, that’s over.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. What happened?”

“I found out he was cheating on me, so I broke up with him.”

“What a jerk.” She nodded in agreement. “I hope you find someone better, sis — you deserve a lot more.”

She leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Thanks, Lana, that means a lot to me.”

The discussion about our love interests ended and took other turns. We talked about our parents. Just like with me, she hadn’t seen them in a long time. Then we talked about whatever we could come up with. Well, Brianna did most of the talking. She’s not as quiet and shy as I am — in fact, she’s way more open and outgoing. She’s always so sweet and playful, but when it’s necessary, she can be very serious.

When dinner was finished, we did the dishes, watched a movie and went to bed.

*****

I woke up the next morning, took some clothes out of my closet and made my way to the bathroom. I put my hand on the doorknob, twisted it and when I pushed the door open I had to close my eyes to let out a big yawn.

“Um, good morning.”

My eyes shot open immediately. My sister was sitting on a chair, naked, one leg on the side of the bathtub and a razor in one of her hands.

I was startled and couldn’t move. My eyes flashed over her body. She had what looked like from here about B-sized breasts, a flat tummy and a trimmed patch of pubic hair. Her vagina was covered by her other leg. My eyes were glued to her body and then realizing I had been staring too long, I covered my eyes. My face had never been so red before and I became very nervous.

“Oh… sorry sis. I… I…” and practically ran out of the bathroom.

Shit. I had forgotten she was here. Her body flashed before my eyes. Wow, I thought to myself, she has a stunning body. I hit myself on the head. NO, don’t think that, she’s your sister, stop.

How long did I stare at her? It couldn’t have been longer than a second, could it? No, no maybe she didn’t even notice me staring. No she didn’t, I’m sure of it.

Suddenly, she came out of the bathroom. How long had I been standing here?

“Like what you saw?” she grinned.

I let out a nervous chuckle. “I… erm… I forgot you had to use the bathroom too. Sorry.”

She laughed and waved my apology away. “Don’t sweat it.” Then she came closer to me and pinched my butt. “I’ll see you naked one day too, and then we’ll be even.” She smiled and walked away.

Brianna was playing with me, I knew it. As we were growing up and hit puberty, she began making sexual jokes from time to time. She would joke around like that sometimes. It didn’t mean anything… did it? Did she notice me staring?

I tried to shake it off and entered the bathroom. Moments later, I was in the shower and washing myself, when her naked body flashed before me again, but now I felt this tingling in my stomach and my vagina tingled. What was going on?

Then when I was out of the shower and toweling off, I saw them. The pink panties she wore yesterday. They were lying there, on top of the dirty laundry.

My body moved on its own. What was going on? I grabbed her panties. The silk fabric felt so soft in my hands. I had the same panties but in a different color, why did hers feel so good?

The next thing I knew, I was sniffing them. The aroma was amazing. I couldn’t even begin to describe what it smelled like. I rubbed it against my cheek.

What was I doing? I threw them back on the laundry. Why was I doing this? Why did I have this feeling in my stomach, why did my pussy throb? Was it because I saw Brianna naked? That’s not possible, and besides, she’s my sister, it’s wrong. There’s rules, there’s… My hand was already reaching for her panties again. No! I filled the sink with ice cold water and splashed it on my face.

After I got myself together and put on my clothes I made my way down, a bit reluctantly. Brianna was sitting on the couch, and when I entered she smiled at me like nothing happened. My eyes scanned her body again and automatically, my mind was stripping her naked. A pretty face, breasts, a flat tummy, slender legs, but her vagina was covered by her leg again.

My stomach felt tingly again and I felt myself getting a little wet. I couldn’t react so I quickly made my way to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. Wow, I thought to myself, this is gonna be one hell of a month.

The rest of the day — and the rest of the week, for that matter — was kind of a blur. I spent most of the week in my room. That’s what I usually did when I she wasn’t home, but when she was home, normally I’d be downstairs hanging out with her. But I couldn’t. Every time I saw her I felt the same tingle in my stomach. Whenever we’d go out shopping or something like that, I would get nervous for some reason and wouldn’t talk that much. It wasn’t my typical behavior around her, and I’m sure she must have noticed something was wrong, but even if she did, she didn’t say anything.

*****

“Do you have any plans for today?” Brianna asked as we ate breakfast the next week.

“No, why?”

“Well, since it’s beautiful weather, how about we go to the beach? We could lay back and relax in the sun a bit. And the water will feel good.”

“I don’t know, sis, you know I’m not a fan of crowded places.”

She took my hand. “Please,” she widened her brown eyes to form these puppy eyes I could never resist. “as a favor to me. We’ll go lay somewhere a bit quiet and if you want, you can bring a book.”

“Fine.” She seemed happy with my answer. “but only because you asked me to.”

It wasn’t because the beach would be crowded that I didn’t want to go. I always liked the beach when I was younger, and if that meant more people around me than I was comfortable with, I didn’t mind. I didn’t want to go because I would see my sister in her bathing suit. Her naked body kept flashing before my eyes, and even though she would be wearing her bathing suit, it would be enough for me to stare at her again. To feel a bit uncomfortable and to feel guilty for looking at my sister, my own flesh and blood.

“Thanks, sis,” she said and stood up, “I guess we’ll better go put our bathing suits on.”

“We’re leaving the house in our bathing suits?”

She laughed. “No, silly, put your clothes on top of them. That way we won’t have to get changed on the beach, and there won’t be any creeps staring at us.”

I chuckled. “Okay, now I understand.” She smiled and ran upstairs. But there will be one creep staring at you, sis, I thought, and that’s me.

I ate the rest of my breakfast, put on my blue two-piece bikini in my room, covered it with my regular clothes, packed whatever I needed and went back downstairs. Brianna was practically jumping up and down, very excited. We put our stuff in the trunk of the car and drove off.

The beach wasn’t crowded like I thought it would be, and that made me happier, but it still took us a while before we found a place that was relatively quiet. Sweat was already pouring down our skin when we set foot on the sand. Brianna laid out her towel on the sand, while I folded out my beach chair. I had a towel myself, but I brought a book and it was easier for me to read in the chair.

I was busy setting up the beach umbrella when my attention was drawn to Brianna. She was taking off her clothes. She pulled up her tank top to reveal her flat tummy. It looked so smooth. Then, a pink bikini top came into view. It matched perfectly with her brown eyes and bright blonde hair. And as if she was teasing me… no, more like torturing me, she turned a bit, her back towards me and started pulling off her short skirt, bending forward as she does it. She slowly revealed her pink bikini panties. It didn’t cover her whole butt, most of her cheeks were completely exposed.

I practically came right there and then. When she turned around to get some sun block, I quickly turned to the umbrella, pretending I was busy… hoping she didn’t see me stare.

God damn it, Lana, I thought to myself as Brianna put on sun block. Stop staring! She’s your sister, for crying out loud.

I put on sun block myself and sat down in the chair. By now my sister was lying back, relaxing in the sun. She had her dark sunglasses on, and her eyes were impossible to see. I was already staring over her body, I couldn’t stop myself. Long, slender legs, perfect hips, a smooth tummy, hills on her chest that formed her breasts and a perfect face. Another tingling in my tummy and vagina.

People said we looked somewhat alike, but I disagreed. While she had bright blonde hair, mine was a bit darker. That was the only thing I found to be somewhat similar. Where she had brown eyes, I had bright blue. I had a bit of a small nose which I didn’t really like, but most people thought it was cute. I also had thinner lips than my sister. And where she had a natural athletic body, I didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, most people said I had a stunning figure and some of the girls in class were jealous, but I always thought that Brianna had a better body. And she had around what looked like B-sized breasts perhaps even C and I had A-sized ones. Overall, I couldn’t really complain about myself.

I lay down in the chair and took out my book, a fantasy novel about dragons and stuff. I didn’t put on my sunglasses, because then it would be almost impossible to read. I constrained myself from looking at Brianna. I kept thinking that she was my sister, and I wasn’t allowed to think that way about her. It was really hard, but I managed for the most part… at least until she spoke up.

“Hey sis,” she began as she turned around on her front, her breasts swinging sideways, “do you mind putting some sun block on my back?”

No, no, no. Don’t ask me that, Brianna. I managed to smile. “Sure, sis,” I said with a quiver in my voice.

I got up, straddled her legs and squirted some sun block on my hands. My arms moved towards her lower back. Her skin felt so soft and so delicate under my fingers. Again, the tingling in my belly. Her body was hot from the sun and my fingers just melted into her skin. I rubbed her lower back for way too long before moving on to her upper back. Even her shoulders felt both fragile and strong. So soft, so smooth. My hands were glued to her body.

“Sis?” she suddenly said.

“Yeah?”

“Would you mind putting some on my legs and butt?”

I froze. Come on, say something. “Um…”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

But that was the problem. I wanted to do it, but for the wrong reasons. I tried to speak but my throat was blocked. I swallowed and tried to hide my nervousness. “Sure, no problem… I mean, what are sisters for, right?”

She smiled. “Thanks, Lana.”

Shaking inside, I spread Lana’s legs and got on my knees between them. With nervous hands I squeezed some sun block into my palms and moved towards one of her calves. So far so good, I said to myself, these are just your sister’s legs, there’s nothing erotic about that.

Done with both her calves, I moved upwards towards her thighs. This was getting harder. So soft and smooth, just like the rest of her body. Then came both the best and worst part. Her butt.

I squeezed some more sun block into my trembling hands and moved them towards her tush. My heart was pounding and sweat was dripping down my forehead. I almost gasped at the softness of her cheeks. My sister definitely didn’t have a big butt, in fact it looked firm, but I had never been so wrong before. They were like jelly, my fingers sank down into her flesh.

I caught myself just holding her butt in my hands, not moving them and spreading the sun block. I took a deep breath and moved. My fingers dug even deeper. I had to keep myself from pinching it. One of my fingers accidentally slipped under the fabric and brushed her hole. I swear I heard a small moan.

I literally got lost in her tush. My hands kept moving on their own, not wanting to stop, not wanting to let go. She felt so perfect.

“Okay, sis,” she smiled and pulled me out of my trance I’d fallen into while touching her behind, “I think I have enough sun block there now.”

I blushed again, harder than ever before. “Oh yeah,” I said, quickly taking my hands off her butt and making my way back to my chair while trying to talk to her, falling over my words. “Sorry.”

She didn’t say anything and just grinned before putting her head back down, facing me, and relaxing again. I took my book, but I had trouble reading. I constantly lost attention and kept glancing at Brianna, especially her butt. I knew I sat there a long time, but I hadn’t even read a single page yet before she said something. I heard a distant voice, but my mind and gaze were fixed on her body.

“Sis.” she said with a louder voice.

I almost jumped out of my chair. Oh God, I was staring again, wasn’t I? She saw me, she definitely saw me. Oh God, I’m screwed. No, no she probably didn’t see me. “Yeah?” I said, dreading her answer.

“I asked if you wanted to go swimming.”

“Oh, sorry, I was… I was a bit focused on my book,” I lied, “but sure, sounds like fun.” And maybe it would get her out of my head.

“Great,” she said and jumped up. Her breasts bounced up and down and swung sideways. “Race ya there.” She took off in a run. The flesh of her butt bouncing up and down as she ran. I followed it until she was in the water. I closed my eyes and rubbed the side of my head. God, Lana, I said to myself, stop thinking about her.

I stood up and made my way to the sea. I was positive that being in the water would help me. And I was correct. It felt good in the warm summer sun and it helped me get my mind off Brianna a bit.

That was until we got out of the water. It was as if she was a goddess rising from beneath the sea. A queen I read about in one of my books. The sunlight shone on the water gliding down her body and made her skin sparkle. She was already drying herself off before I got out of the water.

“Wanna go home?” she asked when I arrived.

Thank God, I thought to myself, if we stay longer I will go crazy. “Okay.”

Once home, watching TV after we both took a shower, I just had to ask her. I had to know what this feeling meant.

“Brianna, you’ve had a few boyfriends, right?”

She looked away from the TV. “What are you implying by that?”

“Oh no, no, I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to…”

She laughed. “I’m just kidding, Lana. What do you want to know?”

I tried to smile back, but I couldn’t. “How do you know when you like someone?”

The corners of her mouth rose and formed a smile. “Anyone caught your interest?”

“No, no, no,” I quickly answered before I slipped something out, “I mean, maybe someone did and I just didn’t know or something.”

She stared at me for a few seconds and then shook her head. “No, if you really like someone, you’d know. If you like someone, you’ll feel something inside you, you know like when they say you get butterflies in your stomach, you’ll get tingly and warm. And when you look at that person, you’ll automatically smile and feel happy. And if you really like someone, you wouldn’t be able to keep your eyes off of that person. Wherever you are, everything around you will lose meaning and all your attention will be focused on that one human being.”

I knew that, but I was too afraid to admit it. I just nodded.

My reaction must have looked sad because she took my hand in hers. “Look, sis, you’ll find someone like that. And when the time comes, whoever it may be, that person will not be able to resist you.”

Yeah, I thought to myself, I think she will.

*****

The days crawled by. By the end of the week I had come to terms with the fact that I was falling in love with my sister. Now I was not only angry and disgusted with myself for doing so, but I was also sad. Sad because I could never be with her. You can’t date family. Siblings aren’t supposed to be together, to sleep together. But I kept torturing myself… I kept hoping.

*****

A new day. I found myself in the bathroom and was staring at my sister’s panties in the laundry again. There were new panties every day, and every day I took them in my hands. Soft black silk, my sister’s scent. Time and time again I took in the aroma. The scent found its way deep into my nose… delicious.

I started to put them back, but something deep inside made me hesitate. Instead, I put them on. The fabric felt incredible as it slid against my thighs. I was going too far and I knew it. Wearing my sister’s panties was too much, but it was the only way to feel her against me the way I wanted.

Even though my bra didn’t match her panties at all, I put on the rest of my clothes and went downstairs. There was a note on the table.

Out for groceries. Home around 11.

I sighed and had to smile. “Well, that means a little less staring today,” I said to myself. But I was wrong.

Brianna arrived a bit later than 11 o’clock. “Sorry,” she said while carrying some bags, “I went shopping, too.”

“What did you buy?” I asked, looking up from my book.

“I’ll show you this afternoon,” she said while putting the bags down and getting the food from the car, “but I got us pizza. You want some?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

It was somewhere in the afternoon before my sister showed off what she’d bought. Neither one of us are big fashion divas, but that didn’t mean we never let each other see our new clothes. She hadn’t gotten that much, just a few tops and skirts. Of course, she was beautiful in every single piece.

Then she yelled something from the kitchen, where she was changing. “This next thing is a bit different, but I want your honest opinion, okay?”

“Okay.”

I nearly fainted when she appeared. The only thing she was wearing was lingerie. She had black panties with red ruffles and a matching black and red bra. My eyes almost fell out of my head just by looking at her. “Wow.”

“So you like it?”

I nodded heavily without talking, afraid I would say too much. I could already feel myself getting wet.

“I also brought something for you.”

“You bought me lingerie?”

“Just a bra. When I saw it I immediately thought of you,” she said while walking back into the kitchen. “Just close your eyes.”

I didn’t know what she meant when she said that she thought of me, but I did as she said and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, I felt her placing something in my hands.

I opened my eyes and burst out laughing. She gave me a bra with on the left cup the left side of a Xbox 360 controller and on the right cup, the right side of the controller. It took a few seconds before I had control over my laugh. “It’s beautiful, thanks sis.”

“Why don’t you try it on?”

My eyes shot up. “What, now? Here?”

“Lana, I’m standing here in my underwear…”

“Fine.”

“Just think of it as a preview for when I see you naked one day,” she said with a grin. “You still owe me.”

I stood up quickly and turned my back to her to cover my red face. I removed my top and bra and put on the new one. “It fits perfectly, Brianna,” I said while turning back to her.

Now she had to laugh herself. “It’s the perfect bra for you.”

I looked down, still feeling awkward. “I guess.”

She smiled. “So, Lana, what do you want to do today?”

*****

We were watching television that evening. It was already dark outside, but it was still incredibly warm… so Brianna walked around all day in just her underthings. She made it very hard for me to concentrate on anything else. My eyes kept straying to her body and I kept wondering how it would feel pressed against mine. I wanted to plant kisses all over my sister, from her little toe to her earlobe, from her mouth to her vagina. I wondered what she would say if she could read my mind.

Suddenly, everything went dark. The lights and the TV flicked off and there was total silence.

Brianna stood up, walked to the window and pulled aside one of the curtains. “The whole neighborhood’s dark. Looks like a power outage.” She took a step back, “I’ll go look for a flashlight.”

She came back after a while — not with a flashlight, but with candles. “I didn’t find one, so we’re going to have to do like in the old days,” she chuckled, then put the candles on the table. She went to the kitchen to get matches, then lit them. The flames of the candles made for a dim glow, but it was enough to see by. “Now what?”

An hour later after we already finished one board game, and were busy playing Monopoly. We sat on the floor close together to see the board in the dim glow, me still in my skirt and bra, and my sister still in her lingerie. Her bare leg kept sliding against mine when she moved her game piece, as if she was doing it on purpose. Our conversation started out with random stuff, but turned to more romantic and sexual things later on.

“How does your first kiss feel?” I asked while moving my pawn.

“You never kissed anyone?” she asked a bit bewildered. I shook my head. “But what about that boy, what was his name again… Adam?”

I rolled my eyes. “That was in like primary school…. and if I remember right, it was a dare in Truth or Dare or something like that. Doesn’t count.”

She stared for a while, making me a bit uncomfortable. “So you’ve never been kissed?”

I shook my head again, cheeks red from embarrassment. “No.”

She took my hand in hers. “That’s good, Lana… you shouldn’t throw something like that away, it’s much better if it’s with someone you like.”

I shrugged. “But still, how does it feel?”

“That’s something I can’t describe, baby sis, you’ll have to experience it for yourself.”

I sighed, a bit disappointed that I still didn’t know. “Okay then, what do you do when you want someone to kiss you?”

She chuckled a bit. “I usually take the first step.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, most guys don’t know when to take a hint, so I figure I’ll help,” she smiled.

“How?”

She turned to me with a look in her eyes that I’d never seen before, and after a few seconds she said, “Turn to me.”

A bit startled by the sudden change in her voice and eyes, I did what she said, then stretched my legs towards her. She stood up only to straddle my legs. I didn’t know what was going on, but my breathing had already become heavier. “Well,” she continued, “there are a few different kisses. There is, for example, a kiss that’s just pure lust. That’s the sort of kiss-and-tear-each-other’s-clothes-off kind of thing.”

She put her hands on mine, slid them up my arms and stopped at my shoulders. Her touch gave me goose bumps over my entire body. “Then there are these quick little kisses, so you can tease the other person a bit.”

Her hands slid upwards, combed my hair and then rested on my cheeks. “And then,” she said while moving her head forward, “there is a passionate kiss.” She held her lips an inch from mine. My entire body was rigid. I was breathing hard, my heart beating in my chest like it was possessed and my lips quivered when I felt her hot breath on them. I looked into her eyes and saw the fire in them. “A kiss for someone you love. Nothing can surpass that.”

She closed the gap. I went limp when her lips touched mine. My heart was beating even faster and I felt hot all over, like my body was burning.

It took a couple of seconds before I could react and kiss her back. She was right, this feeling is indescribable. My lips melted into hers, her warmth pulled me into a trance. I’d waited far too long for this moment. Her touch had me feeling total euphoria.

But then she broke away. The cooler air touching my lips brought me back to reality. This beautiful girl was on top of me, the dim glow coming from the candles accentuating the gleam in her eyes.

Then it hit me. My older sister and I just kissed, like girlfriends! I felt terrible and miserable and started looking around nervously and mumbling to myself.

“Lana?” my sister asked, clearly very worried.

“S-sorry,” I said to no one in particular and crawled from under her and ran upstairs in the dark. I locked my door and fell down on the bed. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t.

“Lana.” A soft knock and a troubled voice came from the direction of the door. I ignored it. I couldn’t face her now, it was too embarrassing. I wanted this for so long, but when it happened it was just too much.

After a few more knocks I heard her leave, and a single tear fell down my face and onto the bed.

I don’t know how long I lay there, staring at nothing in the pitch black. But then, as if my body had a mind of its own, I stood up and went to Brianna’s room. I knocked on the door.

“Yes.”

Without a reply I entered, then crawled next to her under the sheets. She took one of the candles from downstairs and, just like downstairs, her room was lit just enough to see each other. She turned to me and began combing my hair with her fingers.

“Why did you kiss me?” I asked, averting my eyes. It was a stupid question, but it was the only thing I could say.

She moved a bit closer and pressed her body against mine. “Because that’s what you wanted, right?”

“How did you know?”

She shrugged for as far as possible laying sideways. “Ever since you saw me naked, you began acting weird, then you stayed in your room far more than you normally do when I’m home. You kind of avoided me and always blushed when I talked to you. Then I took you to the beach… and when you kept looking at me, I figured out what was going on.”

I blushed again. I never knew that she’d noticed how much I stared at her that day! “I just thought it was because I’m still a virgin, and when I saw you that it was just stupid lust,” I said. “But that feeling didn’t go away and when I asked you how you knew if someone liked you, that’s when I knew. But that was also the worst part because I knew that it could never work out, b-because you’re my sister and I’m just an awful p-person.” I was struggling not to cry.

Brianna moved her hand form my hair to my chin and made look her in the eyes. “Lana, if I didn’t want anything to happen between us, why did I let you massage my ass for so long… and why would I pose in lingerie for you?”

A sparkle of hope burned deep in me. “You mean… you want to be something more than just sisters too?”

She slowly nodded. “I don’t know why, but ever since that day on the beach, you were the only thing I could think about. I had some problems with it too, to be honest. Being in love with your baby sister isn’t really normal, but after a few days I decided that that didn’t matter, I just wanted to be with you. I thought long and hard about how I could get things to the point where you’d let me kiss you, and decided to just let you see me in my underwear.”

“I’m glad you did.”

She rolled on top of me. The same fire burned in her eyes as before, but this time I kissed her. All my worries I’d had about us were gone. My big sister was as much in love with me as I was with her. She pressed her tongue softly against my mouth, then when I opened my lips I felt her tongue engaging mine for the first time. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and pressed her closer against my body. I never wanted to let her go.

After a while she broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes again. The only thing we could do was laugh.

She caressed my cheek with her thumb and even though she knew how much I wanted it, she teased me by asking, “Do you want to see me naked again?”

“Yes, please,” was the only thing I could say.

She straightened herself and straddled my hips. With a sly grin she began unhooking her bra. My jaw fell down when she threw her bra on the floor. “Wow, you truly have the body of a goddess.” She gave me a strange look. “S-sorry, one of my characters in my books had a beautiful body, too,” I stammered.

Brianna laughed, pulled me up and kissed me again. My hands were already fumbling with her breasts. They were so soft and perfect. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched them softly which resulted in a soft moan. I left her lips and made my way south. I kissed her cheek, her neck, her collarbone and her breasts. She dug her fingernails in my flesh when I closed my mouth around one of her nipples. I glided my tongue over and around the already hard, little pink areola, then savored the taste of my sister’s skin as she kept moaning.

As I licked away at her nipples, I felt Brianna’s hands gliding down my back and opening my new bra. It quickly fell to the floor, then I was on my back, moaning as my sister’s mouth closed around my nipple. I moaned her name when she softly bit it.

She massaged, then licked my breasts for a while before moving downstairs, pausing at my belly button to give it a kiss. Then she began undoing my skirt. She slid it down my legs, threw it on the ground next to my bra, then her eyes widened.

“Are those my panties?”

Shit. I blushed again, my cheeks red as a tomato, not knowing what to say. “Uhm… I…”

She moved in to kiss me, then whispered in my ear, “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?”

I had no time to react, because she was already taking off my panties. Then she had them in her hands, and I was completely naked in front of my sister. She lay back down next to me and held her panties inches from my face. “Look at what you’ve done,” she teased, “they’re totally wet.” She was right, her panties were drenched with my juices.

Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She put the crotch panel in her mouth and moaned, “Delicious.” I had no idea that she was so dirty.

“And I’m the naughty one?” I playfully asked.

She laughed. “I like a little preview.” She took the panties between two fingers and let them dangle in my face. I took in my own aroma — wow, I didn’t know I smelled that good. “Try it yourself,” she said, “you taste delightful.” My juices oozed out of my vagina when she said that and without any hesitation I took the crotch of those sodden into my mouth… she was right, I tasted amazing. She grinned again, then whispered in my ear, “Yeah… you’re as naughty as I am.”

I giggled as she crawled back to my feet. I felt her hands gliding over my legs and thighs, then I felt her hot breath on my shaved vulva. She kissed it softly and, just to tease me, avoided my clitoris. I moaned in expectation as she kept teasing me with kisses around my vagina. I was just about to beg her to stop teasing, then she licked my clit. My whole body shivered and I moaned louder. Again her tongue flickered against my clit, again shivers. I bit into her panties to control my moaning, but the taste and aroma of my pussy only drove me wilder.

Brianna spent a lot of time on my clit until I thought I would have an orgasm, then she spread my lips with her finger and drilled her tongue deep inside me. I arched my back and moaned her name. She pushed her tongue as deep as possible, then started to work it in and out. I felt her glide against the walls of my insides, felt my juices flow into her mouth. Instinctively I grabbed my breasts, kneading them to intensify the pleasure.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I surrendered my body to pleasure, moaning and quivering while she filled me up, still inhaling deeply through those damp panties. Then I felt her tongue and hand leaving me only to be immediately replaced by two fingers.

I clutched the sheets and screamed, “Brianna… oh, Brianna!”

Her fingers went even deeper, and when she moved inside me, I shook harder than before. She spread her fingers and felt around, just as if she was looking for something… and then she found it. I felt some kind of pressure inside, then I went crazy. Sensations and feelings rushed through my body. My mind was blank, focused only on pleasure.

Brianna was lying next to me, cradling me to her, one hand still busy between my legs. She was massaging my clit with her thumb, I screamed again. “Baby sis,” she whispered, “you’re so beautiful. Come for me.”

She kissed me, her fingers pressing against what I found out later was called my g-spot, her thumb on my clit, her tongue entwining mine and the thought of sex with my beautiful big sister pushed me over the edge.

I broke the kiss, a scream ripping through my body. My back arched, I shook uncontrollably and my heart was beating faster than ever before when my orgasm reached its peak. I felt my pussy contract around my sister’s fingers.

I collapsed on the bed, and my sister fell down on top of me. After pressing my g-spot once more, she slowly withdrew her fingers from my pussy, brought them to her mouth and licked them. Without thinking I took Brianna’s hand and copied her, tasting myself, moaning as I did it.

Laughing with delight, Brianna kissed me. She took her panties from me, held them to her face to breathe in the scent, then let them fall to the floor. “My quiet sister, always so shy,” she playfully began, “drenched her sister’s panties in her juices and then rubbed them all over her face without a moment’s hesitation.”

I had to laugh myself. “That’s why I love you, sis. You always manage to bring out a side of me I never knew I had.”

She stared back into my eyes. “I love you, baby sister.”

I don’t know where the next thing came from, but I said it anyway. “It’s not over yet, sis. Take off your panties and come sit on my face. I’m going to eat you like no one has ever done before.”

She looked at me, startled, not used to me taking such a direct approach — but then grinned and did as I said. She held her panties just above my head, just as she did with the other pair, but when I tried to nip at them, she pulled the drenched undies away and playfully laughed. She licked them herself just to tease me, then tossed them aside and straddled my head. Her aroma filled my nose, and she was literally dripping on my face.

Without any hesitation and teasing, I began to please Brianna, pushing my tongue into her pussy. Her fluids oozed into my mouth. She tasted divine. And being the loud girl she was, she immediately began moaning my name. “Ah, Lana, yes… go deeper.”

I did as she said, my tongue probing her sweet depths. I lapped at her and her body shook above my head and I saw she was groping her own breasts.

Then I began licking her clit. With every touch I heard a deep sigh and a long moan. I licked it, I nibbled it, I did whatever I could think of, and everything resulted in loud moans and cries. She took hold of the headboard to keep herself straight as my tongue lapped at her clit.

After a while, I began switching back and forth between licking Brianna’s clit and shoving my tongue deep inside her vagina.

She began to masturbate while I drilled inside her over and over again. She breathed heavily and her juices kept flowing from her and I knew she was about to come.

“Ahhh, baby sis,” she gasped, “don’t stop I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…” Clutching her thighs, I was bathing my sister’s opening with long swipes of the tongue, and she loved it.

Suddenly her body went stiff. “Oh, sis!” Brianna shrieked as she came. I’d never heard her scream as loud as that. Her juices filled my mouth and bathed my face, her body shaking above me as she reached her climax.

After a long time she fell back down next to me, panting, trying to breathe. Finally she managed to say, “Wow, Lana, that was incredible.”

I gave her a long kiss and then thought of something. “Can I try something?”

“What?”

“Um, obviously I don’t know if you’ve ever done this before, but ever since that day on the beach I kept thinking about it.”

She frowned, puzzled. “About what?”

“I want to surprise you. Get up on your hands and knees, okay?”

She did as I said, presenting her perfect butt to me. I put my hands on her soft cheeks to spread them a bit, then moved closer, pressing my tongue into her anus.

“Lana!” she squealed.

Ever since that day that I massaged Brianna’s butt and I accidentally touched her rosebud, I’d had this wild impulse to please her there. I licked up and down my sister’s crack, getting it wet. Her anus tasted good, a hint of pussy in the flavor.

After a few swipes of the tongue, I took it up a notch and clumsily shoved two fingers in her pussy. She moaned even louder. My own vagina was throbbing like crazy, so I started fingering myself as well. My last orgasm hadn’t fully subsided yet, but I was already hungry for more.

It didn’t take long before Brianna came again. “Baby sis… oh, God, again — I’m…” And before she could finish her sentence, everything contracted, her body seizing up. She clutched the sheets and screamed out loud, slumping forward and burying her face in the pillow.

Finally, unable to take any more, my sister pulled away. I didn’t pause for an instant, rolling onto my back and bringing my right hand down to replace the other one in between my legs. I was mauling my pussy, panting for breath as my orgasm grew closer.

Brianna took my other fingers, the one that had just been inside me, sucked them clean, then kissed me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth. “Yeah baby sister, you’re so fuckin’ dirty,” she began, breaking away, her eyes burning into mine. “Rub your cunt, make yourself come for me. I love you, my sexy little lesbian slut.”

Her dirty talk was too much and I exploded, screaming her name one last time.

She stretched out next to me. We looked at each other and laughed. I can’t remember ever feeling happier.

Brianna caressed my face. “I never thought of licking someone’s butthole before, Lana… but that was amazing. I can’t wait to try that on you.”

I kissed her again, then we relaxed in each other’s arms. After a long silence, I suddenly said, “I think we’re even, now that you’ve seen me naked too.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, I don’t want it to be even. When I said that I meant, like, seeing you get out of the shower or something like that.” Her fingers traced my tummy. “But now… I don’t want to lose this, sis. I don’t want to lose you.”

Sitting up, I blew out the candle on the nightstand, then slid back into her embrace. “You won’t lose me, sis.”

*****

The next morning, after we had some sexy fun in the shower, we were sitting naked on the couch, sharing kisses. I never thought I could be this happy, but now there was something bugging me.

“Now what?” I asked, breaking our kiss.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you want us to go on doing this, right? Being lovers.”

She grinned. “Oh, I absolutely do. No more boys for me, baby sis. I’m totally gay, gay for you.”

I took her hand and squeezed it. “How can we be, though? Unless we keep it hidden. Mom and Dad, they’ll never let us be together. And the people we know, they’ll be grossed out. They’ll despise us.”

She was silent for a long time, lost in thought. Then she suddenly jumped up and pulled me up. “Come.” she said.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re running away. We’ll leave town and live somewhere else.”

“What?”

She turned to me and held me close. “You’re right. Mom and Dad and our friends will never approve of this, and they’ll never let us be together, but I don’t want that. I want your lips, I want your body, I want to live with you and spend the rest of my life with you. We can take Mom’s car and drive far away, somewhere where no one knows us. I can get a job with my degree and you can find a part-time job or something until we have enough money to send you to college. We could live together and love each other without anyone knowing that we’re sisters.”

“But running away…”

“It’s a crazy idea, I know. But if it means being with you, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

I was silent now for a while. My head was filled with all these kinds of emotions. Doubt, questions. But when I looked into her eyes, they all disappeared. I nodded. “Yes, let’s run away.”

We ran upstairs, packed everything we could think of. Clothes, toothbrush, towels, toilet paper. Luckily both me and my sister had some money in the bank, enough to keep us for a while. We wrote a letter saying that we were sorry, but we had to leave. We wrote that we had our reasons but that we couldn’t tell them. We also wrote that there was no need to worry, that we would be okay and that everything would be perfect. We taped the note on the table and went to the car.

“You sure you want to do this, baby sis?” she asked, the car filled with all kinds of stuff.

I leaned towards her and gave her a long, deep kiss. “Drive.”

She turned on the ignition, the motor roared and we took off.

The End
 

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