Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

Monday 7th February, 1966

After school today I talked to Mommy about Claire. I told her that Claire really REALLY liked her, and thought she was beautiful and sexy too. Mommy didnt say anything, but I could tell it made her happy.

So then I told her, Claire thinks your titties are nice, Mommy. She told me that she wanted to touch them.

Let me tell you, Mommy’s eyes got huge when she heard that! She sat me down at the kitchen table and asked me, What did Claire mean?

I told Mommy, Claire really liked that pretty green dress you were wearing, and that when ever you bent down in front of us, Claire was looking at your titties, just the same as I was!

I guess then that Mommy knew what I was doing, cause she had a special smile, a smile she always gives me when we are about to make love.

She wagged her finger at me and said, You little sneak, you are up to something, arent you?

Mommy is too smart for me to hide stuff from her for very long. I saw that she knew what I was trying to do, and I decided it was better to tell her the truth. So, I did. I told how I wanted to see if Claire and her would like to make love.

She said, Did you ask Claire that? She looked worried.

I told Mommy no, that I knew what we do was a big big secret, and I wasn’t suposed to tell anybody, not even Claire. I could see that made her feel better.

Then I said to Mommy, I just asked her if she thought you were pretty, and if you and Claire both made love the same way she did with me, would she like that? And Claire said yes, she would.

I saw that Mommy was excited, thinking about that! So I asked her, Can we please please PLEASE let Claire come to bed with us?

She had to think about it and got quiet for a little bit. Then Mommy smiled at me and said yes, that she did want to make love with me and Claire, both of us at the same time!

I was about to jump up and down and cheer, BUT then she got serious and said, We have got to be very careful about this, Susie. We cant just tell Claire about us being lovers. What if she got scared and didnt want to? Then Claire would know our secret. Mommy told me that a secret that big, its hard not to tell to someone else, unless you have a good reason not to.

Like I said, Mommy is really smart! I never would of thought of that.

Then she said that we should talk about it later, cause she wanted us to make love. Daddy was suposed to be home at 6, and if we waited much longer, we would have to hurry. Making love is best when you can take lots of time, Mommy says. I think shes right, too!

So she took my hand and we went up to her room. Instead of taking off all our clothes right away, we did it diffrently this time. Mommy asked me to take mine off really slow and do a sexy dance for her while I did, like this lady we saw in a western movie at the drive in, who was on a stage in front of a lot of cowboys. That was fun to watch, but the lady only took off some of her clothes, not all.

Mommy undressed and layed down on the bed, all naked and lovely. She said, Give me a good show, Susie.

I kind of didnt want to, cause it felt silly. Sometimes when no one but me is home, I turn on the radio really loud and dance around my room to songs I like. No one ever sees me do it though.

But I knew it would make Mommy happy, so I guess I really did want to after all.

I thought of a really good song by Tommy James and the Shondels, called Hanky Panky. I pretended that song was playing and started to dance. At first my eyes were shut, but then I started to move around more and didn’t want to bump into anything or trip and fall down. So I opened my eyes and looked. Mommy was smiling big at me, like she liked seeing me dance, a whole lot!

She said, Thats really good, honey. Take off your clothes now.

Oops! I was thinking so much about dancing for her that I forgot that I was suposed to undress too.

I left my shoes downstairs after I got home, but still had on all the other clothes I wore to school today. So I started to unbutton my top, but Mommy told me to not get naked so fast. She said, Make me want it baby girl, make me want you. It makes me feel all hot inside when I think about that now, her saying that.

So I took off everything, only doing it nice and slow like Mommy wanted. I finished taking off my top, then my skirt, then I was in just my bra and panties. I was really glad that I wore some of my new under things to school! (I only wore them cause I was hoping me and Claire could sneak behind the bike shed and kiss during recess. We didnt get to, though.)

I danced some in my underwear for Mommy, and then took my bra off. Sometimes its hard to get the hook thing opened in the back. But this time it came open right away.

I was just about to drop my bra on the floor, but then I remembred that she wanted me to take my clothes off slow, so I held the bra over my front with both hands, not letting her see my titties. I could tell Mommy liked that!

When she asked me to dance for her, at first I felt shy and didnt want to. But then I was starting to enjoy doing it, getting Mommy excited and wanting to make love with me even more.

I was moving round the room and making my body shake, still holding my bra up. Then I jerked it away really fast and threw it into Mommy’s vanity chair. Now all I had left on was my panties. So I tried to be EXTRA sexy when I took them off, pulling down just a little, letting her see only some of me. Then I pulled them back up again!

I looked over at Mommy, and she was laying back on the bed and touching her pussy. When I saw that, all I could think about was how much I wanted to lick her. The last time before when I got to do that was back on Thursday, so I needed the taste of Mommy in my mouth REALLY bad. Its like when you see a beautiful cake, and you want a piece of it more than anything.

I turned around and bent over and pushed my panties all the way down until they were on the floor, so that Mommy could see ALL of me down there, my pussy and my bottom hole.

Then she suprised me! I was standing there bent down and looking away from Mommy, and I felt her hands on both sides of me. She gave my pussy a big, wet lick with her tongue, and I almost fell over!

Somehow Mommy got both of us into her bed, and we made love hot and crazy, I guess cause me and her were so excited after the dance I did. I should do that for her again, but practise it some so I can be even more sexy doing it.

First we kissed, while I rubbed her titties. I licked her pussy and made her come, then she licked mine. It feels so good when Mommy gives me a orgasm! So good that I cant think of words to use to say it. The best thing EVER!

I wanted to lay naked with her for a while, but we had to get up before Daddy came home.

So now I know that Mommy wants to make love with me and Claire together, but I need to think some more about how. Since I have Mommy to help me, I bet we get a good idea soon.

*****

Tuesday 8th February, 1966

Daddy was home this morning, so me and Mommy could only have a few kisses before school. She snuck into the bathroom while I was drying off from my shower and kissed me the way I like best, where she tips my head back, her lips come down on mine and her tongue goes wild in my mouth. Gosh, I really LOVE sucking on Mommy’s tongue. Especially when it tastes like my pussy, but we didnt have time for that.

All me and Claire got to do was kiss some, too. I wanted her to come home with me after school, but she had to do chores for her mother. Her grandma is coming to town tomorrow, so Claire has to give her room a real cleaning up. And then we cant do any thing tomorrow, cause she has got to be there at home for her grandma. Claire told me again and again she was sorry, but I said it wasnt her fault. Heck, I was sorry too!

But then Mommy gave me some GREAT news while we ate supper! She and Daddy were talking about grownup stuff and I wasnt paying atention. Then she smiled at me and said, Susie, how would you like to come with me and visit Aunt Evie after school tomorrow?

I felt like yelling YES YES YES! But I bet Daddy would have thought that was strange. So all I said was OK, Mommy, that sounds like fun.

After that, every time she and I looked at each other, I felt all warm and hungry down inside. I saw it clear as anything on her face, all three of us are going to be making love tomorrow.

I feel like I should wait till then and not touch myself tonight, but I am just too excited! So I will end this for now and turn out the light, and make myself come. Just a little one so I can go to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By JetBoy

Sarah stole a glance at her watch as she turned into the entrance road to Crestwood High School, then grimaced. Ten minutes late, damn it. Pulling up to the curb outside the front entrance, she smiled sheepishly at her daughter Cathy, who was seated on the steps.

With an amused roll of her eyes, the pretty sixteen-year-old picked up her satchel, bouncing down the stairs to the car. Opening the door on the passenger side, she dropped into the seat. “What kept you?”

“Sorry, hon,” Sarah sighed. “The cat got out, and I had to coax her out from under the house before I could leave. So, how did your finals go?”

“Okay, I guess… better than I expected, anyhow.”

Sarah patted her daughter’s thigh. “Good girl. Feel like kicking off summer vacation with a trip to the mall?”

Cathy grinned eagerly. “Oh, absolutely.”

It was a twenty minute drive to the Galleria, their town’s largest mall. Sarah pulled into a parking space and turned off the engine.

“Aw-right… let’s shop till we drop!” said Cathy as she opened the car door.

“Just a second, baby,” said Sarah. “It’s so hot… I need to take this damn bra off.”

Cathy watched as Sarah quickly and expertly removed her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of her dress and throwing it into the back seat. She felt a sudden flush of arousal at the thought of her sexy mother wearing nothing beneath her top.

Cathy was secretly bisexual, and had recently surprised herself by drifting into a hot reverie about her mom while masturbating. Alarmed, she tried to thrust the very idea from her mind, but the image persisted — and in the end the teen had given in, picturing herself lying naked with Sarah, kissing and fondling her mother until she exploded in the most intense orgasm.

Since that night, Cathy’s desire to engage in lesbian incest with her mom had blossomed into an obsession. She knew nothing would ever come of it, of course, but it couldn’t stop her from dreaming.

Her tits are awesome, Cathy mused as she emerged from the car, noting the outline of her mother’s nipples through the blouse she wore. Wish I could get a really good look at them…

Suddenly she had a wicked impulse. “Hold on, Mom,” said Cathy as she copied her mom’s actions, slipping out of her own bra just like Sarah had. “Here, catch.”

She tossed it to her mother, who was standing by the open car door. Sarah just managed to snatch the bra from the air before it fell to the ground.

For some strange reason, holding Cathy’s underwear, still warm from the girl’s body, made Sarah feel deliciously wicked — like she and her daughter were doing something they shouldn’t. Quite the pair of bad girls, she thought with a smile.

Dropping the bra inside the car, she locked the door, then walked over to take her daughter’s hand.

“Shall we grab a bite first?”

“Sounds good to me.”

Over the next two hours mother and daughter wandered around the mall, drifting in and out of shops. The whole while, Cathy found herself constantly dwelling on the attraction she felt for her mother.

At one point, Sarah had tried on an elegant blue number that showcased her still-luscious legs to dazzling effect. The sight had Cathy drifting into a fantasy in which she slowly removed the dress from her mother — who happened to be completely nude underneath — then leaned in close to kiss her cunt.

Absently licking her lips, Cathy wondered how her mom’s sex was styled. Were her pubes thick and lush, neatly trimmed or completely shaved away? I don’t even know, she glumly told herself.

As they were leaving Macy’s, a thought flashed into the teen’s mind. I’d never dare to make a move on Mom, not ever… but what if I just tried to get her hot?

The idea appealed to the teen. Of course, it won’t really lead to anything, but just knowing that Mom thinks I’m sexy, that I even turn her on — that alone makes it worth the risk!

Seizing Sarah’s hand, Cathy led her mother to a chic clothing shop that specialized in a more daring line of apparel. “Let’s go here, Mom.”

Soon, Sarah was standing outside the changing room while her daughter tried on a short black dress.

“What do you think, Mom?” asked Cathy as she stepped out of the changing room.

“You look great in that, honey… you like it?”

“I love it!” the teen grinned.

“Good, but I think you’ll need some sexy underwear to match. Try the other dress on and I’ll go and pick some out for you.”

“Okay, thanks.” Cathy said, making her way back into the cubicle. Taking a moment to compose herself, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Let’s do this, she decided, unzipping the dress and letting it pool at her feet.

Meanwhile, Sarah wandered through the rails of underwear, selecting a few sheer, skimpy pairs of panties for Cathy to try, as well as a couple of intimate items for herself. Heading back to the changing room, she paused at a rack marked 50% OFF to pick out a summer dress that had caught her eye.

“How’s that other dress, sweetheart?” asked Sarah as she reached the cubicle.

Cathy’s muffled voice replied from inside. “It’s nice, Mom… but I’ve got a problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

“The — damn it! — the zipper’s stuck.”

“Do you need a hand?”

“Please.”

“Shall I come in? Or are you coming out?”

“Mom… get in here!”

Sarah slipped into the cubicle with her daughter. A large mirror covered one wall, and a chair stood in the corner, Cathy’s skirt and blouse resting upon it. Hanging on the wall were several dresses that Cathy had already tried on.

Sarah paused to hang up the dresses she’d selected for herself, then placed the underwear in the chair. Turning to her daughter, she saw that the material of the dress had caught in the zipper. Carefully she unhooked the fabric and slid the zipper down, then helped Cathy remove the dress.

As she knelt beside her nearly naked daughter, Sarah was amazed — and not a little shocked! — to realize that she was becoming aroused. She gazed at the lovely young girl, naked except for a small pair of purple panties that seemed to mold themselves to her vulva.

Then Sarah spied a streak of wetness on the front of Cathy’s panties… and a sharp surge of something unexpected raced through her.

It had been a long time since Sarah had last made love to a woman — a cute teenager about her daughter’s age that she’d picked up in a bar after work. She’d never summoned up the nerve to discuss her sexuality with Cathy, to confess her attraction to other women.

Now Sarah’s daughter was all but nude and standing before her, looking incredibly desirable.

Jesus Christ, Sarah thought, suddenly uneasy. What the hell am I thinking?

This was bad, really bad. She couldn’t let herself feel arousal at the sight of her own daughter — as if Cathy was some young hottie she’d just met at the bar!

Cathy’s pulse raced as she studied her mother’s face, stunned by what she’d briefly glimpsed there. Holy shit, she told herself, it worked, it really did! Mom’s turned on!

It seemed ridiculous, as if she was hallucinating. But Cathy knew sexual heat when she encountered it, no matter how subtly that feeling made itself known. My mother is looking at me while I’m practically naked — and it’s getting her excited. So what happens now? Have I got the nerve to make the first move…?

Shaking herself, trying to clear the lustful thoughts that were filling her mind, Sarah slowly rose to her feet, noticing that Cathy was watching her with deep penetrating eyes.

“I — I brought some underwear for you t-to look at,” Sarah stammered.

“Thanks, Mom. What about you — are you going to try on those dresses?” asked Cathy, pointing at the garments that Sarah had brought along with her.

“I thought I would,” Sarah murmured, suddenly unsure of what to do with her hands.

“Here, let me help.” Cathy’s cunt was throbbing at the possibility of seeing her mother nude. “Turn around — I’ll unzip you.” She swallowed, tried to calm her pounding heart.

Sarah shivered as Cathy unzipped her dress, the teen’s fingers gliding down her spine. God, was Cathy actually undressing her? She was giddy, feeling a sudden an impulse to lose control, make something dangerous happen.

As the dress fell to the floor, Cathy gaped at her mom’s buttocks, left all but completely bare by the tiny thong Sarah wore.

It was too much for her to resist. Feeling as though she was waltzing in space, Cathy stepped closer, slipping both arms around the older woman’s waist. “I love you, Mom,” she breathed, kissing her mother’s bare shoulder.

“I love you too, honey,” Sarah whispered, thrilled beyond belief by the touch of her daughter’s skin. She watched the moment unfold in the mirror – her naked body, Cathy’s arms enfolding it, hands sliding upward to cup Sarah’s breasts.

She stared at the teenage girl’s reflected image, saw a question in her eyes. Without intending to, without words, she answered yes.

Sarah turned to face her daughter, stifling a moan as Cathy’s nipples brushed against hers. Slowly, as if time itself had ceased to exist, their mouths drifted together.

Sarah shivered as she felt the teen’s tongue glide across her lips. Then one of her daughter’s legs slid between her own, a thigh pressing tightly into her sex.

She whimpered, lips parting — and Cathy’s tongue darted into her mouth.

Never had Sarah considered anything so perverse as making love to her own daughter, not before today. Now, as their bodies molded together, she knew only raw desire. She drew the teen’s body closer to hers, eagerly returning Cathy’s kiss.

Suddenly breaking away, the teen gently steered her mother backwards until Sarah sat down heavily in the dressing cubicle’s single chair. Dropping to her knees, Cathy quickly stripped away the tiny thong. Gazing hungrily at the glistening pussy before her, she burrowed between Sarah’s thighs.

With a skill learned through hours of sexual games with her friend and occasional lover Jade, she began to kiss her mother’s cunt.

Sarah gasped as at the touch of her daughter’s nuzzling mouth, then pressed white knuckles against her teeth to stifle the noises of passion that seethed inside as Cathy’s tongue emerged to lick.

It seemed only moments before Sarah was panting in ecstasy, quivering helplessly as Cathy carried her through the impossible heights of her orgasm.

Once Sarah managed to regain her breath she stood, drew the girl to her feet and kissed her roughly. For the first time in a long while, she tasted herself on another woman’s mouth, their tongues meeting, entwining.

Sarah nudged Cathy towards the chair, tugging her daughter’s panties down and off and throwing them onto the floor. Now, for the first time since Cathy had been an infant, she found herself closely examining her daughter’s sex. Her neatly trimmed pubes seemed to point the way to the teen’s womanhood, and the smell of her arousal was divine.

Licking her lips, Sarah moved in for the kill. Her tongue bathed Cathy’s cunt, sampling and savoring the girl’s sweetness.

Sarah couldn’t believe what she was doing — kneeling in the changing cubicle of a clothing store, eating her daughter’s pussy, where at any minute a store assistant might appear to ask if everything was okay. But the risk of being caught only seemed to increase the thrill Sarah felt as she pressed her face deeper between the girl’s thighs.

Cathy cradled her mom’s head, fingers entwined in Sarah’s long hair, guiding the hot mouth that worked so lovingly on her cunt and clitoris, trying to restrain her own moans of pleasure. She suddenly threw back her head with a loud gasp, eyes tightly closed and teeth gritted as she came, coating her mom’s lips and chin with her juices.

As she recovered, Cathy pulled her mother up and into her arms. “Fuck, Mom!” she whispered, “that was — amazing!”

“For me too, baby,” sighed Sarah, embracing her daughter. Their mouths met again in a heated kiss, bodies pressed tightly together, arousing them both all over again.

Mother and daughter quickly dressed, minus panties, and left the changing room — abandoning the store’s merchandise where it lay, all thoughts of shopping forgotten. Without a word, they exited the store and headed back to the car, walking briskly.

As Sarah drove out of the parking lot, she was very aware of Cathy’s eyes on her. She turned to her daughter. “Honey… do you feel bad about what just happened?”

The teen shook her head emphatically. “No, Mom, of course not! I loved it. I hope we can do it again, lots of times. If you want to, that is.” She carefully studied her mother. “How about you?”

“God, Cathy, I know we shouldn’t have done what we did, but I’m not sorry… I want it to happen again, too. I think — I think I could fall in love with you.”

Cathy’s eyes misted at her mother’s words. “I love you too, Mom,” she whispered, placing a hand on Sarah’s thigh.

Sarah glanced at the adoring face of her child. “I’ve got an idea — let’s make a little detour before we go home.” Flicking on the turn indicator, she guided the car into a side road.

“But… where? What for?” asked a puzzled Cathy.

“Shhh, sweetheart. You’ll see.”

Sarah turned onto a quiet lane that she followed for about a mile before pulling into an unpaved turnout on the edge of the woods. She stopped the car and, switching off the ignition, turned to her daughter. “Let’s go for a walk, honey.”

Climbing from the car, Sarah opened the trunk and pulled out an old blanket she kept in there, draped it over an arm and strolled into a trail leading into the woods, Cathy close behind.

Cathy gazed about her. “Where are we, Mom?”

Sarah laughed. “Believe it or not, we’re heading to my old make-out spot. It’s where I used to go with boys sometimes, when I was on a really hot date.”

“Oh,” Cathy replied. She paused, then grinned. “Ever come here with another girl, Mom?”

“No, dear. Oh, I’ve had sex with more than a few women, but you’re the first one I’ve ever brought here.”

With that mother and daughter walked contentedly along the peaceful trail, hands linked.

A few minutes later, Sarah led her daughter from the main path onto a barely visible one that wound between the trees. Following this path, they made their way into a little clearing beside a gently burbling creek.

“Oh my gosh, Mom,” Cathy breathed, gazing at the beauty surrounding her, “this place is perfect.”

Sarah sighed contentedly as she looked about. “Goodness… it hasn’t changed a bit.” She spread her blanket beside the stream and settled down, then patted the space beside her with a smile. “Come sit with me, baby.”

As she seated herself next to her mother, Cathy allowed her dress to ride up, revealing her cunt to Sarah’s lust-filled gaze. Reaching out, she lifted her mother’s skirt to expose her treasures, leaning close to brush the glistening labia with her fingertips.

Sarah moaned, “I love you, sweetie…”

“I love you too,” Cathy said just before she kissed her mother — tenderly at first, then with an ardor that made Sarah’s head spin.

Mother and daughter lay down together, mouths hungry as they pulled and tugged at each other’s clothing. Soon they were naked, tongues and limbs lovingly entangled as they continued to share deep kisses.

Rearranging themselves under Sarah’s direction, they entwined their legs, pressing their dripping pussies together. They began to slowly grind into each other, quickly picking up their pace until mother and daughter were fucking like wild animals.

Their bodies glistened in the sweat of shared passion as they both rose towards release, staring at one another, astounded by the intensity of this newfound lust. They came simultaneously, the tranquility of the clearing shattered by the sounds of lovemaking as they cried out together. A few startled birds took to the sky from a nearby tree.

Spent, the two women lay on their sides, their bodies cooling in a gentle breeze. Content to lie together for a long while, their sexual heat finally rose once more to claim them both.

Sarah mounted Cathy in the sixty-nine position, the new lovers burying their faces between one another’s thighs to enjoy the thick, sweet juices that flowed there. Once more, the clearing echoed with muffled moans and the sounds of mouth and tongue on wet flesh — a mother and her daughter, sharing love in a wonderful new way.

As they recovered from their pleasure Sarah held Cathy close, stroking her hair and cradling the girl’s face to her breasts. A feeling of utter serenity filled her soul.

By JetBoy

I’d just made love to my daughter, gently fucking her to a shuddering orgasm. Out of breath, our bodies damp from exertion, we lay side by side, holding hands. Lisa knelt next to us, an even bigger bundle of restless energy than usual.

“Okayyyyy…” she demanded, her bouncy demeanor making the bed shake, “it’s time to do me now!”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Damn — cool your jets, will ya? Me an’ Mom are kinda wiped out here! Give us a couple minutes to rest, then we’ll make you feel awesome.” Her voice dwindled to a mumble. “I promise…”

Lisa had that impish grin on her lips again. “Fine, fine, fine, fine… you lazy-butts take it easy. Me, I’m gonna get some of this!”

And just like that, she bent down to lick at the glistening cock that was still fastened around my waist, then took it into her mouth, purring happily as she tasted my daughter.

“Yum yum yum!” she declared after a moment, raising her face, licking her lips. “Look at me… I’m eatin’ a Nessa Pop!”

“God, you are such a dingbat,” Vanessa groaned, but with a smile for her friend.

“Mmm, Nessa… definitely one of my favorite flavors,” I chuckled. My heart was still thumping from our workout, but Lisa’s lewd antics were definitely rousing the lesbian animal in me.

“Two dingbats!” my daughter said with a snort. “Geez, I’m surrounded by craaaazy people!”

I caught Lisa with a lust-filled gaze. “Okay, little girl,” I said, propping myself up on both elbows. “Ready for your first fuck?”

“Yeah,” she cooed, nodding vigorously. “Boy oh boy, am I ever ready!” Reaching over, she gave Nessa a poke in the side. “Hey, farthead — scooch over some!”

“Hey! Hands off, bee-otch!” my daughter laughingly protested.

She shifted herself to the side, and Lisa plunked her naked self where Vanessa had been. “Okay, let’s do this,” she said, spreading herself wide open, both hands on her inner thighs.

I was about to reach for the Astroglide again, but got a better idea. “Say, Nessa — want to help me get Lisa ready? Why don’t you make her all nice and wet down there.”

My daughter furrowed her brow for an instant, then broke into a huge grin as my words hit home. “You bet!” she cried, and turned to Lisa. “Hey, cutie,” she said, then kissed her.

They briefly swapped tongues, then Vanessa began to nuzzle her way down Lisa’s body. “Oooohhhh,” Lisa sighed contentedly. “Mmmm, I love that…”

Nessa paused to lick at each of her friend’s nipples in turn, then resumed her downward trek. Burying her face in Lisa’s tummy, she extended her tongue to delve into the girl’s belly button.

“Hey, that tickles!” Lisa squealed, her body jerking — but Vanessa had already moved on, her mouth trailing a path to her little lover’s sex.

Staring in awe at Lisa’s slightly open cunt, Nessa moistened her lips. “You got such a pretty pussy,” she breathed, then her lips parted to claim the pink-hued slit in an open-mouthed kiss.

With that first touch of my daughter’s mouth, Lisa seemed to melt into a puddle of liquid girlhood. “Oh, my gaaawwwd,” she moaned. “Holy shit, girl… oooohhh you got so gooood at doin’ this…!”

Vanessa’s face popped up. “Mom’s been givin’ me tons of practice!” Then she dove back into Lisa’s pussy, resuming her lustful feast.

Still kneeling above the girls, I savored my view of the underage sex show, fighting off a growing need to masturbate. Nessa was a sight to behold, going down on Lisa as messily as possible. I made a mental note to kiss her before our second round of fucking got underway, and get myself a taste of that luscious nymphet.

Then I noticed Lisa’s breath growing ragged, her hands balled into fists, the clenched knuckles whitening.

“Honey — honey,” I said, tapping Nessa’s shoulder. “Don’t finish her off, okay?”

Vanessa halted herself in mid-lick, then raised a sheepish face from between Lisa’s quivering thighs. “Oops! Uh, sorry, Mom. Got kinda carried away.”

Clutching her arm, I growled, “C’mere, you,” pulling Nessa to me, crushing my mouth to hers. We shared a long French kiss that tasted every bit as heavenly as I’d hoped. Breaking away from my dreamy-eyed daughter, I added, “You’re forgiven.”

Then I turned to Lisa, pausing to take in the amazingly erotic sight of her — sprawled out, knees wide apart, face flushed, her eyes wild with arousal. She was moving a hand to and fro on her chest, stimulating those tiny nipples to stiffness. Then there was the sweet cleft of her sex, dripping with nectar like a spring flower. Oh, she was ready and then some!

I drew closer, grasping the cock by its base, ready to penetrate my little lover, but Nessa stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. “Mom? I got a cool idea!”

Intrigued, I murmured, “What’s that, hon?”

“Why don’t you fuck her from behind? That way, I can get under Lisa, then me and her can make out while you guys do it!” She hugged herself gleefully. “Pretty hot, huh?”

My Nessa. What a dirty, lovely imagination she has!

“Yeah — let’s do that!” squealed Lisa, beside herself with delight.

I nodded my approval. “Okay then, you girls get ready…”

“Whoo-hoo!” cheered Nessa, thrusting a fist skyward. “C’mon, Lise!”

She slid in next to her friend, and the girls quickly squirmed into position, Lisa atop Vanessa.

My daughter grinned at me, her chin on Lisa’s shoulder. “We’re rea-dy, Mom,” she sang. Lisa gave her hips a little wriggle, as if to agree.

I stared, enthralled by their bare pink slits, stacked one on the other in a sort of fleshy figure-eight, then the darker, rose-hued cleft of Lisa’s anus. Shaking my head in awe, I wondered how it could have taken me so long to experience the pleasure of sex with young girls… and to know the joy of being my daughter’s lover.

The girls had fallen silent, gazing into each other’s eyes. Then Nessa’s mouth found Lisa’s, and my two naked angels gently kissed… then deeply, as their passion visibly mounted.

Lisa’s legs drifted a bit further apart, spurring me to action. Reaching out, I placed the tip of my index finger against the opening to her cunt, then pressed it into her with a single fluid motion.

Breaking their kiss, Lisa gasped, throwing her head back. Twisting around to peer at me, she haltingly said, “Oh… oh, YEAH, Ms. Johnson. That feels really g-great!”

“Hold still, babe,” I murmured, patting her ass with my free hand, then reaching for that sticky cock resting between my thighs, “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Lisa said, “Yeah. Bring it on!” giving that perky butt a playful come-hither twitch. My wicked little lover…

Moving between the girls’ spread legs, I placed the tip of my strap-on against the opening of Lisa’s sweet slit, then slooooowly eased an inch of it inside her. She moaned softly, her head resting on my daughter’s shoulder. Vanessa was stroking Lisa’s face, nuzzling her hair.

I began to move the tip in and out of her pussy, slipping in a little deeper at each stroke. God, Lisa was so incredibly wet — and the smell of her was making my head swim.

With one last careful motion, I was buried up to the hilt inside in Lisa. She was trembling all over, her breath coming in quick gasps.

I leaned forward and whispered, “Do you like it, sweetheart…?” I knew it did, but wanted to hear my little lover say the words.

“Oooooohhhh yes!” she suddenly cried, her voice shattering the room’s quietness. “It feels g-good. Oh! Ohhhh!”

I began to move back and forth, fucking my adorable Lisa in slow, short thrusts that grew longer, deeper as she opened up to me. Her breath hissed through her teeth as the toy slipped in and out, in and out…

Vanessa was fondling Lisa’s breasts, eyes shining with excitement as she watched the whole lewd scene. Her eyes met mine, and I told her, “Touch Lisa’s pussy, hon… let’s make her feel really nice.”

Nessa giggled, biting her lip — and her hand stole its way between Lisa’s legs.

She must have known exactly where to touch, because Lisa suddenly went into hyperdrive. Her thin frame began to shake, her head jerking with each penetration as she panted, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OHHHH!”

Still plunging in and out of her wet, squishy pussy, I placed the tip of my index finger on the cute pink hole nestled between her frantically flexing buttocks. Her breath rasped even louder as I wriggled the tip of that finger into her moistened anus — then, without a pause, I slid it into her rectum, right up to the third knuckle.

Lisa shrieked, her thin frame convulsing in an orgasm so violent it rattled the bed frame.

Her helpless spasms of rapture continued for several relentless minutes while my daughter and I continued to pleasure her. Vanessa was kissing her face, neck, shoulders, anywhere her lips could touch Lisa’s skin, fingers still busy between the girl’s thighs.

Finally Lisa froze stock-still for a brief eternity, cried out once more and slowly sank into Nessa — sweaty, glowing and utterly exhausted.

My daughter carefully extracted her wet hand from her friend’s crotch, then took Lisa’s face in both hands and kissed her lovingly. “Now you’re a woman, too,” she said.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Lisa sighed, then turned to give me a dreamy smile, a tear rolling down her cheek. “Thank you so much, Ms. Johnson,” she whispered. “Love you…”

Lovely, wonderful girl… the sight of her had me glowing inside. “I love you too, Lisa,” I said, then shifted my gaze to my beautiful child. “You too, sweet one.” Vanessa didn’t speak, but the gleam in her eyes said everything.

Lisa swung her face down to Vanessa’s, nuzzled her softly and breathed, “An’ I love you, Nessa.” My daughter answered by drawing Lisa into a kiss.

I eased the toy out of Lisa’s vagina, then unstrapped it from around my waist. Mmmmm… it smelled divine. I brought the gleaming cock to my mouth and tasted my little angel’s essence. Ambrosia!

Lisa rolled off Vanessa and onto her back, exhaling noisily as she hit the bed. “Good golly, Miss Molly… I don’t think I can even walk now!”

“Miss Molly? Who’s that?” asked a puzzled Nessa.

“I dunno,” Lisa said, pausing to yawn and stretch. “It’s somethin’ my dad says all the time.”

Nessa rolled her eyes. “Whatever, goofball,” poking Lisa with her foot. She turned to me. “What about you, Mom? It’s your turn to… get to come!” She reached out to place a hand on my thigh, then suddenly sat up, pointing excitedly at the strap-on in my hands. “Hey, wait! Will that thing fit on me?”

I looked down at the harness, then shook my head. “No, hon… you’re too slender. It wouldn’t fasten.”

“Crap,” she pouted, crestfallen. “I wanted to use it on you.”

I patted her arm. “Tell you what, Nessie… I’ll shop around online and see if I can find a strap-on that’s more your size, okay?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “But how are me an’ Lisa gonna make love to you right now?”

“Oh, I’ll leave that up to you, little lady,” I said, stretching out along the foot of the bed. “Do with me as you will… for the rest of the afternoon, my body is your property.” Glancing at an amused Lisa, I added, “And yours.”

“Too cool,” sighed Lisa. Reaching for Nessa’s foot, she gave it a tug. “C’mon, buttbrain! We gotta think up somethin’ hot n’ sexy to do to your mom!”

“Calm down, goofus,” Nessa fired back, studying me. Shifting over to where Lisa sat, she gave me a stern look over her shoulder. “No listenin’ in!”

“Scout’s honor,” I replied, trying not to laugh.

The girls fell into a brief whispered conversation, then turned back to me. “We’re ready, Mom,” Vanessa said, and I sat up, prepared for anything. “Now, we need you to get on your hands and knees, facin’ this way!” She pointed toward the door.

“Leave the rest to us!” Lisa chimed in.

How could I quibble with that? Without a word, I assumed the position they wanted.

“Close your eyes,” Nessa said, a gentleness in her voice that made me tingle. I obeyed, my anticipation steadily rising.

Soft hands began to tenderly stroke my body — nothing explicitly sexual, not yet, but it was more than enough to stoke the arousal I felt.

I inhaled sharply when the tip of a tongue traced the edge of my left ear, then a voice spoke: Vanessa.

She murmured, “You’re the best mommy in the whole world… and I’m so much in love with you, it makes me feel all — all hot and drippy inside! You’re sweet an’ sexy an’ give me the best feelings, Mom. I hope we can be lovers for ever and ever.” Her tongue emerged again, this time licking a path down to my neck. I couldn’t help but moan.

Before I could pledge eternal devotion to my daughter, Lisa’s lips caressed my right ear.

“I think Nessa is so lucky, havin’ you as her mom.” A pause. “When we met that first time, I knew I liked you, Ms. Johnson, really liked you… but then, when I saw you in that teeny-tiny bathing suit, I wanted you to — to be my girlfriend!” I could hear a tremor of emotion in her voice. “Now that you are my girlfriend, and so’s Nessa… wow, it’s like my dream come true!” Her hand cupped my breast. “I… I love you, Ms. Johnson.”

Oh, my precious girls. I was pursing my lips, trying not to cry.

“So do I, Mom,” Nessa’s voice chimed in, “and now, we’re gonna make love to you.”

I felt them shifting around on the bed. The temptation was strong to open my eyes, to find out what these little vixens had in store for me. Somehow, I managed to resist.

A pair of hands gently spread my knees a few inches further apart — then soft hair brushed along my inner thighs as a girl’s head slid between them, I knew not whose. But I damn sure knew what it was there for…

I slowly lowered my hips to the unseen face below, offering my cunt to her. As I got closer, I heard a happy sigh: Lisa. I bit my lip as she nuzzled my pussy, then moaned soft and low as she began to lick me.

So that left my darling Nessa behind me, probably straddling her friend. She was more or less making love to my bottom — showering my cheeks with open-mouthed kisses, fondling them with both hands. Then I felt her slowly pry my buttocks apart, and a delicious tremor raced through me as my daughter’s warm, wet tongue trailed through the crack of my ass.

Vanessa had surprised me many times over, in her transition from animated little girl to passionate lesbian lover — but nothing, I think, astonished me more than her love of rimming. You’d expect an eleven-year-old to be utterly grossed out by the very idea, but not my Nessa. “I love ladies’ butts,” she’d told me. “They’re the beautifullest thing ever!” Well, she was certainly showering my ass with affection.

Down below, Lisa’s tongue rolled around in my vagina, her mouth occasionally making slurping sounds as she greedily drank of my womanly essence. Her hands rested on my hips as she ate me, but then she slid a hand over the top of my thigh and down, her fingers finding their way into my matted pubes.

Oh GOD, is she going to–?

She was. She did.

Now Lisa was lightly scissoring my clit between two fingers while she fucked me with her mouth, Nessa was pressing the tip of her tongue against my anus, seeking entry — and my heart was throbbing like an electric bass cranked up to eleven.

I began to tremble helplessly, breathing in frantic gasps as the pleasure mounted higher, higher, ohmyfuckinggodinheaven higher!

Then, as if she knew just when to, Lisa gave my clit a tiny pinch — and then I screamed as the sky caved in.

My body rocked and bucked crazily, battered by the most soul-wrenching orgasm imaginable. It seemed as if I climaxed for at least five minutes straight… until I simply gave out, flopping over in a near faint.

I lay in a daze for I know not how long, my darling girls nestled close to me. We slept — damp, exhausted, and completely at peace.

*****

Ten years have passed since then. Vanessa is now studying pre-med at our local university — with excellent grades, I might add — and Lisa is the co-director and lead performer in an acclaimed modern dance company. They live together as married lovers, having tied the knot as soon as they were legally able.

In public, my daughter is very much the serious student, while Lisa is the elegant bohemian in black tights and colorful scarves. But behind closed doors, they are their playful girlish selves again, still tweaking each other with mischievous insults like “lamebrain,” and “goofus,” getting into tickle fights, and playing children’s board games.

Me, I finally embraced my identity as a lesbian and came out of the closet to my friends and family. It went down so smoothly that I kicked myself for not having done it ages ago. I have no plans to settle down with any one woman, though, preferring to play the field… at least for now.

That’s because of my secret love life, the one no one knows about except the parties involved. It’s what happens when Nessa and Lisa’s drop by for an evening visit. Which they do, regularly.

The three of us enjoy a superb meal, cooked by Lisa — did I forget to mention that in addition to being an incredible dancer, she’s also quite the artist in the kitchen? — and a drink or two. Then as I relax with the girls on the sofa, always seated between them, the looks we exchange take on a certain… warmth. Our casual touches linger, the conversation dwindles to a mellow silence.

Perhaps my Nessa will make the first move, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my neck. Or Lisa might rest a hand on my thigh, her fingers inching beneath my skirt, slowly making their wicked way to my uncovered pussy. I never wear panties when the girls pay me a visit.

Without a word, we rise and drift into the bedroom, where we slowly undress one another. Or perhaps we tear off our things in a lustful frenzy and fuck right there on the living room floor. Sometimes we adjourn to the hot tub I had installed a few years ago, letting our passions run wild in the bubbling water.

However it happens, we three will come together once more, renewing the hidden romance that the girls and I have shared for over a decade. Nothing is forbidden to us, no hunger is denied. We have sampled and enjoyed virtually every pleasure lesbians can experience, and our appetite has yet to diminish.

My beloved daughter and her beautiful wife complete me — and my love for them knows no bounds.

The End

By JetBoy

The doorbell chimed. 3:32 in the afternoon.

Now who on earth could that be…? I wondered, peering up from the kitchen counter in irritation.

I’d broken this exquisite piece of costume jewelry — a glass brooch of a tropical fish I’d found years ago in a secondhand store — and was about to put the three fragments back together with Krazy Glue. Not a good time to be interrupted.

Nessa was upstairs, music turned up loud… no sense in calling her down to answer the door. Leaving my work on a paper towel, I made my way to the foyer, prepared to rebuff unwanted visitors. The Jehovah’s Witnesses had been working our neighborhood, I’d been told.

Half expecting to find a smiling matron bearing copies of The Watchtower, I opened the door to discover a far more welcome guest on the top step — Lisa!

A leap across the threshold, and she was in my arms. Dazed and delighted, I spun the two of us around and around, her legs wrapped around me. Somehow, on one of our revolutions, I managed to shut the door with a nudge of the foot.

The sweet scent of her hair tickled my nose. “Mmmmmmm… oh, Lisa, I’ve missed you!”

Holding me tightly, her face buried in my neck, she whispered, “I missed you too, Ms. Johnson.”

I clucked my tongue. “It’s Roxanne, Lisa. Remember?”

She frowned, wrinkling her nose. “Y’know… I don’t really like callin’ you that. Can I still say ‘Ms. Johnson?’ It’s what I always say in my head when I think about you. That’s okay, huh?”

I had to laugh. “Of course, angel. Whatever makes you happy.” I paused to kiss the tip of that nose. “When did you get back?”

“Just,” Lisa murmured against my chin, making me throb down below. Then she raised her head, her big green eyes peering into mine. “Let’s… play!”

A whoop of delight from the top of the stairs, then… “LISA!” My daughter’s feet came thundering down to where we stood.

“NESSA!” shrieked my bundle of joy, nearly deafening me in one ear. “Sorry,” she added when I grimaced.

Vanessa darted behind her friend and hugged her tightly, making a yummy Lisa sandwich between the two of us. Suddenly she grinned and hunkered down. I couldn’t see — what was Nessa doing?

“Hey, what’re you — Owww!” Lisa twisted around to glare at my daughter. “You bit me!”

And there Vanessa was, grinning behind Lisa. “Gotcha ba-ack!”

Lisa rolled her eyes heavenward. “God, are you still freakin’ out about that? Anyhow, you already got me back, ‘member?” Lisa reached around to explore her backside as I set her down. “Jeez Louise… right on my butthole, too.”

Now, that gave me a very interesting idea. “Oh, dear,” I said, trying to look concerned. “How about we go up to my bedroom and… examine the damage? Make sure everything’s okay.”

The girls actually jumped up and down, blurting exclamations like “Yeah!” “Whoo!” and “Cool!” Then up the stairs they flew as if they’d been launched from twin cannons. Me, I took up the rear, ascending at a much more ladylike pace.

When I entered my room, Lisa and Nessa were bouncing excitedly on my bed, huge grins on their faces. I used to chide my daughter when she used my mattress as a trampoline, but right then, I felt giddy enough to jump right along with them. Instead, I stepped out of my shoes.

“Hey, no room for me?” I laughingly protested, unbuttoning my pants.

The bouncing came to a standstill as the girls watched me starting to undress. Then with a gleeful squeal, my Nessa began to shimmy out of her top.

I stepped out of my jeans and panties, then tugged off the old flannel shirt I liked to wear around the house. Vanessa wasn’t wearing much to start with, so she got naked right away — but why was Lisa just watching us undress?

Taking notice of her still-clothed friend, Nessa frowned. “What’cha just standin’ there for? C’mon, girl, get naked!” She giggled. “We gotta ex-amine your butthole!”

Lisa gave us a bashful smile. “I wanna do a show for you guys, where I take off all my clothes and dance sexy!” She blushed a bit. “Um… it’s just an idea I had…”

“You mean a striptease?” I said, shrugging out of my bra. Now I was nude, too.

She nodded gratefully, stepping down from the bed. “Yeah! That.”

“Cool!” exclaimed Vanessa approvingly. She seated herself at the foot of the bed, gazing expectantly at her friend. “Okay — show us what’cha got, honeybuns!”

Lisa smirked at my daughter. “Doofus.”

“Want some music?” I asked, padding over to my dresser, where I kept a boombox.

“Yeah,” said Lisa. “Somethin’ hot!”

“Leave it to me.” Rifling through the stack of CDs, I took out my James Brown best-of disc and slipped it in the player, pausing it at the start of the track I wanted. “Here, do it in front of the mirror.”

Lisa cheerfully padded over to the spot I indicated. “Okay,” she nodded, limbering up her arms and legs.

“And heeeeere we go…” I placed my finger on the PLAY button, then pushed it.

A tough funk groove kicked off the song, driven along by a choppy guitar lick and punctuated by horns. Lisa listened, moving very slightly, letting her body find the beat before she began to move. She was good, too — maybe not Soul Train material, but bold and enthusiastic, unconcerned about looking silly.

“Whoo!” cheered Vanessa. “You go, girl!”

James Brown’s voice elbowed its way in, tightly backed by another voice in a tough call-and-response:

Know we need it — SOUL POWER!
We got to have it — SOUL POWER!
Know we want it — SOUL POWER!
Huh! Got-ta have it — SOUL POWER!

Great merciful heavens, what a sight she was. Believe me, Lisa’s promise to “dance sexy,” had not been made idly. She was strutting her stuff with a vengeance, working that cute little butt.

She kicked off her sandals — firing one to the left, the other to the right — then got back into her dance.

I want to get under your skin
If I get there, I got to win
You need some soul, c’mon and get some
And then you’ll know, where I’m comin’ from

Now and then, her eyes met mine — and each time it sent a surge of white-hot lust through my very core. A glance at my daughter made it clear that Lisa’s movements were affecting her in the same way. Nessa was staring slack-mouthed at her friend, occasionally moistening her lips. I noticed that her nipples were visibly erect.

I couldn’t look away from Lisa for more than an instant, though, not while she continued to move. James Brown continued to narrate the action:

I may lay in the cut and go along
I’m still on the case, and my rap is strong
Go jump on my train, when I’m outta sight
Just check yourself, huh! and say, yeah you’re right

Lisa’s elbows swung forward and back in time as she began to unfasten the buttons of the pale orange shirt she wore. One at a time, she undid them, then slowly slid the shirt down to expose her shoulders, carefully giving us quick glimpses of her bare chest.

Suddenly Lisa all but tore the top off, like a magician sweeping away his cape. Now nude from the waist up, she threw herself back into the dance.

Lisa barely had anything in the way of breasts, but they still managed to jiggle ever so slightly. And her nipples were definitely stiff, all but begging to be sucked.

Love me tender, and love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more
Love me tender, love me slow
If that don’t get it, jump back for more

Reaching down to the front of her cut-off denim shorts, she popped the top button open with the flick of a thumb, then tugged the zipper down far enough to us to see the color of her panties — buttery yellow.

Spinning around to face the mirror, her bottom thrust toward Nessa and me, Lisa shifted her hips from side to side as she shimmied out of the tight shorts, working them down to her ankles. Those yellow underpants were so tautly stretched across her bottom that I could see nearly everything she had through them.

She stepped out of her cut-offs with her right foot, then cast them aside with a flick of the left. Now down to panties, Lisa’s movements grew more explicitly sexual. This was a dance of seduction, and all three of us knew it.

We gotta get in the bracket
You know I like it!

To my left, I heard Nessa gasp. I turned to look, gasping myself when I saw my daughter lying back, legs spread wide, masturbating at the sight of her dancing friend. Hmmm… now there’s a good idea.

Back to Lisa. She was staring lustfully at Vanessa, touching her body all over, still moving in time to the Godfather’s funky beat. Then her eyes burned into mine, and it felt like someone had set off a flare in my cunt, starting a blaze that simply had to be dealt with.

Slipping a hand between my thighs, I curled two fingers inside myself, thrusting them hard and deep.

Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down
Don’t fall on the ground!
You got to get down, down, down, down, down

Lisa was sliding out of her panties, turning around as she did, giving us the full-on view of her nakedness. Then she was completely bare, those butter-hued underpants clutched in one hand. She tossed them to me, and I immediately pressed them to my face, breathing deeply, drinking in the heady aroma of my underage lover.

I passed them over to Nessa — and she plastered the sodden material to her nose and mouth, purring with pleasure as she sampled Lisa’s scent.

Huh! Good God!
I’ve gotta ask you, what we NEED! — SOUL POWER!
What we want — SOUL POWER!
Got to HAVE! — SOUL POWER!

Excited as I already was, I nearly swooned when Lisa presented her bottom, hips still churning to the hard beat. She dipped down to peer at us between spread legs, pulling her buttocks apart to display her holes to us. Her slit was glistening with wetness. Oh, God, I wanted to throw myself on my knees behind the child and bury my face in her rosy flesh.

Seconds later, Lisa was up and dancing again. Damn it, she was driving me crazy!

But before I knew it, the song was fading. Lisa’s motions slowed, then halted.

She took a deep bow while her dazed audience cheered and clapped — with very moist fingers, needless to say. Then she jumped in between my daughter and me on the bed, exhaling noisily as she lay back.

“Wow,” said Vanessa, “that was… wicked good!”

The little imp was grinning hugely, feeling quite proud of herself. “Ya think so?”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “That might have been the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Cooooool,” Lisa sighed, gazing at me, then Vanessa. “So… what do we do now?”

“Well, I don’t know about you young ladies,” I murmured, “but I’m in the mood for some kissing.”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered, and Nessa eagerly nodded her assent.

“Me first,” I announced, then drew close to Lisa. “Here’s your reward for that wonderful dance,” and I took her mouth in a tender kiss that grew hot and hungry in something like two seconds. We swapped tongues for a long, delicious while, then I turned to Vanessa. “And this is your reward for being the best daughter in the whole world.” I kissed my child with every ounce of passion I had in me, feasting on her sweet mouth, finally breaking away. “And now, I want to see you two kiss!”

Eyes shining, Lisa reached up to touch my daughter’s face. “I love you, Nessa,” she whispered.

“Aw… I love you, Lisa,” Vanessa responded, and the girls came together in a ardent embrace, their mouths crushed together, tongues flashing to and fro. Then they turned back to me, both smiling.

We shared kisses and caresses for a long while, taking our time, keeping the lovemaking going at a slow, languid pace, allowing the sexual fire to mount gradually — until we seemed to move, all three of us, to the tempo of a single racing pulse. Never before had I been so perfectly in tune with a lover.

Eventually, of course, our need for release grew too intense to bear, so we made each other come with our fingers. I masturbated my daughter while Nessa rubbed Lisa, who tweaked my clit until I saw stars.

Afterwards, we lay together in a tangle of heated flesh, occasionally exchanging deep French kisses — at least until Lisa raised her head, looking from me to Nessa. “We’re not done yet, are we?” she demanded.

I nearly rolled my eyes. Kids. Don’t they ever get enough of a good thing? Then I felt my daughter’s fingers lightly teasing my slit, and thought, Hmmm… guess I’m not quite done yet.

“Mom…?” said Vanessa, her head resting on my shoulder.

“What, hon?”

“Can you, um, put on the thing now? Pleeease?”

Lisa furrowed her brow. “The thing?”

I looked at Vanessa, arching an eyebrow. “The thing…?”

Vanessa blushed. “You know…”

I just looked at her blankly, wanting her to say the word.

Lisa looked from Vanessa to me and back, frowning. “What are you guys talkin’ about?!”

Vanessa, her cheeks flushed pink, mumbled, “The… the cock,” then put both hands over her face. Which caused her to poke Lisa with an extremely pointy elbow.

Lisa’s scowl deepened. “Hey, watch your arms, dingus!” Then to me, still puzzled, “The cock?”

“I think there’s an echo in here,” I chuckled, tousling her hair. “Hold on, Lisa — I’ll show you.” Getting to my feet, pausing for a moment for the wooziness to disperse, I padded into the closet, plucking my sex toy from a nearby shelf, still fitted with the smallest attachment. I figured it would be at least a year or two before either of the girls would be ready for the eight-incher.

As I strapped the latex prick on and fastened it about my waist, the room was eerily silent. No giggles or whispers, no creaking from the bed. I gave my borrowed appendage a tug to make certain it was secure, then emerged.

Lisa’s eyes grew wide as she saw the toy jutting from my groin. “Holy cow!” she gasped, cupping her face in both hands like a cartoon character.

Vanessa smiled gleefully, amused by her friend’s astonishment. “It’s kinda like a real man’s thing… right, Mom? Works the exact same way!”

I nodded. “More or less.”

Lisa gaped at Vanessa. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean — you already used it?”

Shyly nibbling her lower lip, Vanessa murmured, “Well, yeah.” She was blushing again.

“Oh, yes, Vanessa took the whole thing inside her…” I winked at my little girl, and she giggled, suddenly unable to meet my gaze.

Lisa’s mouth was open. “You really… really did it…” She looked down at Nessa’s pussy — which, I noticed, still showed a slightly irritated pinkness around the edges of her slit.

Her face alight with wonder, Lisa reached out, extending a finger to lightly touch my daughter’s sex. “Wow,” she breathed, then looked up at Vanessa. “So, how did you…?”

“Mom, put some, um, slippery stuff on it first, to help it go inside… and she went really slow, so it wouldn’t hurt a lot.”

“Did it hurt?” Lisa asked, tilting her head slightly.

“Just a little,” Nessa replied. “But it felt really great, too!” She took Lisa’s hand, gave it a squeeze. “I asked her to, Lise. It was important to me. I wanted Mom to be the one to do it.”

Lisa slowly lit up like a Christmas tree, a gleam of excitement appearing in her eyes. “Me too!” Turning to me, she clasped her hands together in supplication, begging, “I want you to be the one to… do that to me!” She jumped up from the bed and raced over to where I stood, clutching at my arm. “Please, Ms. Johnson?” She nuzzled her face into my breasts. “Pretty please?”

I glanced at Nessa, who smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Fuck her, Mom!”

Enveloping Lisa in my arms, I whispered into her hair, “Okay, sweetie.”

She hugged me hard, blurted, “Thank you!” then broke away. “But first, I wanna watch you guys doin’ it. So I get to see, y’know, what it’s like. Okay?”

Nessa grinned. “Oh, I’m good with that!” She immediately lay down on the bed and raised her legs up and out. Grabbing her ankles, she spread herself, opening her sweet cunt for me. “C’mon, Mom — I’m so ready!”

My brave little soldier. I reached for the lubricant, still resting on the nightstand where I’d left it, then knelt on the bed before Nessa, pausing to admire the loveliness of her bare slit… pink, glistening with wetness and ready to be loved.

I smeared a dollop of Astroglide on the end of the shaft, then leaned in to transfer a dab of the slippery stuff onto Nessa’s waiting slit. She spread her legs even wider, if that was possible.

Climbing onto the bed, Lisa approached me from behind and pressed herself against my back, resting her chin on my shoulder to get a good view of the proceedings. I felt her swollen nipples brushing against my skin as she nuzzled my neck.

It was arousing, but something of a distraction. “That feels good, Lisa… but you’ve got to move back just a little. I need room to do this.”

“Oops. Sorry ‘bout that.”

As Lisa dutifully stationed herself a bit further away, I glanced back at her, a knowing smile on my lips. “You want to see it… going in, huh?”

Her eyes were dancing. “Yeah,” she sighed happily.

“Sit right here, Lisa!” Vanessa said, patting the bed next to her. “You can watch Mom put her thing in… and while she fucks me, we can make out!”

“Great idea,” Lisa giggles as she parks her cute little bottom at Nessa’s side. She bends down, peering between my daughter’s spread thighs. “Wow, Nessa, I can see all of you!”

“Mmmmm, yeah, I guess so.” Nessa’s eyes widened as I gently stroked her opening with the tip of the dildo, occasionally brushing her clit.

“You ready, hon?”

Nessa nodded. “Fuck me now, Mom.”

I moved slowly, carefully, watching the head slip about two inches deep into my daughter’s pussy.

“Ow. Ow. Ooohh… ouch!” winced Vanessa. Lisa winced right along with her.

I halted myself. “You sure you want to do this, hon?”

“Yeah, I… do, I want to. Just… I’m still kinda sore.”

“Okay. I’ll stay still for right now. You tell me when you’re ready.”

Lisa took my daughter’s hand, pressed it to her lips, then cradled it in her lap. “You look so pretty like that, Nessa.”

Vanessa gave her friend a shaky smile. “Thanks.” Drawing in, then releasing a deep breath, she looked up at me. “Okay, you c-can go in a little more now.”

I eased the cock a bit deeper, a quarter-inch at a time.

“Oooh… oh, oh, geez, Mom!”

Pausing again, “Does it still hurt?”

“A little… but, but not that much… oh, man, I’m feelin’ so full.” She lifted her hips a bit, taking me in even more. “Mmmm yeah! It’s gettin’ better, Mom, just like last time.”

“Good job, sweetie.” By then, the shaft was almost completely inside my precious child.

“Ohhhh, yeah, that’s it, oh yeah…!”

Lisa stared at my daughter in awe. “You’re really doin’ it, Nessa! You really are!”

My daughter turned to her friend, tugging at her arm. “Kiss me, Lisa…”

And Lisa fell into Vanessa’s embrace — their mouths meeting, tongues emerging to dance. Lisa’s hand was on my little girl’s chest, gliding over her nipples.

Now I was fucking her for real — pulling out, pushing back, my movements smooth and steady. Nessa was humming as she and Lisa kissed, a tuneless moan to accompany her rising pleasure.

Vanessa broke away from Lisa to whisper something in her ear — and Lisa peered up at me, a positively devilish expression on her face. She got to her feet, then disappeared. What is that girl up to now?

Then I felt her behind me — her hands, her breath, then her soft lips caressing my ass.

Down below, my daughter was speedily approaching meltdown. She clutched at fistfuls of the blanket, her head twisting from side to side, eyes squeezed tightly shut. At one point, Nessa reached down to touch the slippery latex cock, perhaps marveling at how wonderful it made her feel. All the while, she exhorted me on. “Ohhhhh Mom, s-so good, mmm yes, ohhh, don’t stop, keep fuckin’ me, oooooohhh yeah, f-feels so… so…”

Lisa was feasting on my backside. I felt her lips, her tongue, her eager mouth on my bottom, my anus, my cunt. She licked me, adorned me with kisses and nibbled my clit as Nessa writhed beneath me, lost in her mounting rapture.

I wanted to lie skin to skin with my little girl, so I carefully lowered myself onto her. She seized me in her arms, hugging me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder, her voice reduced to ragged whimpers and the occasional gasp of, “Ohhhhh, Mom!”

I continued to fuck her — in the meantime, Lisa was probing my vagina with what felt like all four fingers. I longed for her to get her thumb into the act and work her entire hand inside me, but my hips were probably moving too briskly for that.

Suddenly my daughter threw her head back against the pillow, a joyful cry of ecstasy breaking free as she began to come. Her nails bit painfully into my back — but I kept going, carrying Vanessa through the crazy carnival ride of her orgasm, her cries and moans music to my soul.

Seconds later, Lisa’s fingers touched something inside me, and I froze in mid-stroke as my own climax hit like a thunderclap. I was rocked to my foundation, quivering all over and trying not to jerk around while still inside Nessa.

Finally, we both lay spent, my sweaty frame atop hers. Somehow I managed to heave myself up and draw my slippery cock out of her body, sitting back on my heels in a post-orgasmic daze.

Kneeling once more beside her friend, Lisa shook her head, open-mouthed. “Nessa, gosh… that was so awesome!” she breathed. She tenderly brushed Nessa’s damp bangs to one side. “You are like… I can’t believe it. You’re like… a woman, and everything!”

Smiling weakly, Nessa patted Lisa’s hand, then gazed up at me. “Love you, Mom,” she mumbled. Her legs lay open, her pussy oozing warm honey into the sheets.

I murmured, “I love you too, angel,” and laid down next to her. Nessa turned her face to mine, and our lips met in a tender kiss.

Continue on to Chapter 11

By JetBoy

Next morning. The birds were out in force, their cheerful melodies heralding the start of another perfect day. I stood silently at the foot of Vanessa’s bed and watched her sleep. So beautiful. And the hint of pinkness that bloomed in my daughter’s cheeks — a reminder of the loving we two had enjoyed just hours before — only enhanced that beauty.

I shook my head, lost in wonder at how my life had been utterly transformed in the space of a few weeks… really, just in this one wild hurricane of a weekend. First, I’d finally made love to Lisa, the preteen imp I’d been lusting after since the start of the summer. Then, that same blessed evening, I’d made the sexual acquaintance of my eleven-year-old daughter Vanessa.

And last night, Nessa and I had taken this crazy, forbidden passion to a whole new realm. We’d shared our bodies, our hearts, our souls. Now, my own child and I were in love.

Her words still echoed in my head: I wish you and me could get married, Mom. If you wanted, I’d totally be your wife.

God, it tied me in knots, imagining the two of us, side by side in gossamer bridal gowns, being joined as girl and woman, wife and wife. I saw us running from the chapel, giggling with glee as we raced to an idling car, waiting to take us to our new life together.

Lost in my fantasy, I carry Nessa across the threshold of our home and to the haven of our wedding bed, where I undress my lady love, piece by silken piece. Then she lies naked before me, watching with eager eyes as I disrobe before her, then crawl into her outstretched arms…

Crazy dream, I told myself with a smile. Meanwhile, here she is, larger than life and very much in love with me. Her mom. Crazy dream, indeed.

I smelled my fingers, savoring the hint of last night’s pleasures that lingered on them… ohhh, how the scent of Nessa’s pussy roused me! Gazing down at her, I cupped the rise of my vulva, tracing the opening with a languid finger. My eyes slowly drifted shut.

Then came a small, sleepy voice from the bed. “Mom?”

I looked, only to see my sleepy-faced angel smiling at me. The sheet had slipped down just far enough to expose her rosy nipples, and I found myself longing to lick them.

Seating myself next to her, I smoothed her golden hair. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”

She lifted her head, eyes glowing with mischief. “Don’t wanna sleep anymore, Mom. Take off your robe and come play with me.”

So I let my robe drop to the floor, lifted the sheet and slipped into bed, reaching for my equally unclothed daughter. “Ohhh, Mom…” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. Then I felt her hand find mine and drag it down, tucking it between her legs.

I felt warmth, wetness. “Nice,” I said.

“Thanks, Mom,” Vanessa murmured. “Thank you for — for being with me like this. Makin’ love to me.” Her lips brushed my neck, soft as a butterfly’s wings, then she added, “I been wanting you to, Mom — really, I have!”

That got me thinking, made me curious. “When did you start thinking about me that way, hon?”

She settled into my arms. “Oh… first, I kinda figured out how I, um, liked girls more than boys. I guess it was about a year ago. Uh, I sorta got a crush on one of my teachers. Ms. Sutter, ‘member her? Teaches history.”

I did remember Veronica Sutter — met her during Open House Night at the middle school, where I’d felt a definite prickle of attraction of my own for the shapely brunette. “You liked her, eh?” I teasingly said. “Gotta give you credit, kiddo — you’ve got great taste in women for an eleven-year-old.”

She snickered. “Course I have good taste! I love you, don’t I?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, daughter mine… so, did you ever give her an idea of how you felt?”

“No!” Nessa exclaimed. “I woulda been way too scared to do anything like that. Anyway, I was startin’ to notice other sexy ladies who I wanted to kiss. Like, um…” She hesitated, then came out with it. “Well, one of ‘em was Aunt Erica.”

Oh, my God! Erica wasn’t really a relative — just one of my best friends, close enough to our family that Vanessa always referred to her as “Aunt Erica.” She was a voluptuous bottle-blonde with a sunny smile, a Florida drawl and a generous rack that had men bumping into walls. And my little girl had lusted after her!

Oblivious of my surprise, Nessa continued. “And there’s Mrs. Howland down the street… she looks really hot when she goes jogging in shorts. Oh, and the lady who was in that English Patient movie, um, Julia Binotch…?”

“Juliette Binoche,” I told her. “You liked her, too?” Very impressive, I thought.

“Yeah!” she exclaimed, nodding eagerly. “She was, umm… well, she was the first person I ever thought about when I touched myself, y’know, down there…”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay to say ‘masturbated’, hon.” Blushing hotly, Nessa buried her face in my breasts. “You aren’t attracted to girls your own age, then?”

“Oh, they’re okay, I guess… but not nearly as much as, uh, more grown-up ladies. That’s who I like!”

I pressed a kiss into the fragrant softness of my daughter’s hair. “Okay, but… when did you start feeling that way about me?”

Nessa’s little hand, resting idly on my ribcage, moved up to cup my breast. I felt the nipple stiffen against her palm. “You know when it was? That first time Lisa came over. When you wore that new bathing suit.”

My heart seemed to skip a beat. “So… you saw me in that suit and it — it turned you on?”

“Yeah, Mom,” Vanessa softly said, the warmth of her words caressing my skin. “It sure did.”

I mused on the irony of it all. That incredibly sexy bikini, the one “Aunt” Erica bought for me to attract a new boyfriend, not knowing that I’d more or less given up on men. The bathing suit I’d finally put on for the first time to impress Lisa, just before I’d come to understand my true feelings for her. That very same suit had caused my own daughter to feel sexual desire for me.

Such a tangled web we weave, I marveled.

Nessa continued. “Seeing you, it was like, wow, my mom is way sexy! And then, I dunno, I just thought about you the same as I did those other ladies I wanted to do stuff with.” Nessa paused, mulled her words. “I knew it was weird to feel that way, but I still did.” She lifted her head, looking at me. “Y’know how I went inside not much long after that, so it was just you and Lisa still in the pool…?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, I went up to my room, lay down and… I played with my p-pussy, thinkin’ about you.”

It was an image that seared itself into my consciousness. Imagine — just minutes before I spied on Lisa as she fondled herself in front of my mirror, Vanessa had been doing the same thing, lost all the while in fantasies of me.

By then, I was caressing my daughter all over, touching as much of her body as I could reach.

“After that… well, I was kinda in love with you, Mom. I couldn’t stop wanting us to — to be girlfriends!”

“I — I felt the same way, Nessa,” I confessed.

“You did, huh?” she sighed blissfully, rolling my nipple between her fingers.

“Yeah. It took me awhile to figure that out, though. That was a real struggle for me — moms aren’t supposed to feel that way about their daughters, after all.”

I felt her shrug against me. “Guess not… but I sure don’t think it’s bad, us bein’ in love.”

“Me neither, hon… but at the time, it was a lot for me to handle. Plus, I was dealing with… well, crushing on Lisa. I really wanted her, quite a lot. But then I started noticing you, and it got me mixed up inside.”

Nessa lifted her head to look at me, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Now it’s your turn, Mom. Tell me ‘bout you and Lisa — everything! How’d you know you liked her? When did you guys kiss first? Did she–”

“Slow down, girl!” I said, raising a hand in mock protest. “I’ll tell you all of it, promise.”

“Good,” she murmured. “I been wondering what happened with you and her.” With that, Vanessa rested her cheek on my breast, settling in for what promised to be a good story.

Oh, my, was it ever.

I left nothing out, starting with that first visit from Lisa… and the fascination that she awakened in me, the interest that quickly built into full-blown arousal, then from there into raw lust.

I described how I’d spied on Lisa as she masturbated in my room, then that beautiful Fourth of July when I fondled her to orgasm, accompanied by the soundtrack of exploding fireworks. That brought me to just two days before, where Lisa had exposed herself to me at the barbecue… and I’d flashed her myself later that night while Nessa was in the next room.

My daughter’s eyes widened in amazement as I described what had been going on under her nose at their sleepover, like the way I’d fingered Lisa’s pussy beneath the blanket while Vanessa had been tickling her feet. “I thought she was acting way too crazy. Nobody’s that ticklish!” Nessa declared triumphantly.

I even told her about how I’d licked Lisa’s anus while Vanessa was out of the room, off getting the lotion for me after I’d spanked her little friend. She shook her head in disbelief, mumbling, “That’s so awesome.”

Finally, there was the lovemaking that Lisa and I had enjoyed when she crept into my bed later that night. I regaled Nessa with every detail. By then, she and I were getting restless, our bodies pulsing with arousal.

Once my story had arrived to the point where my daughter came to my room, looking for a missing Lisa, Nessa raised herself into a sitting position, straddling my pelvis, her sex wet and hot against my skin.

“Let’s m-make love, Mom,” she said. “I need it so bad — oooohh, my pussy’s on fire!”

Lowering herself on top of me, she crushed her mouth to mine in an ardent kiss that made me dizzy with lust. I twined both arms around my daughter, hugging her tightly, then reached down to cup that pert little ass. Our tongues mingled deliciously, darting from mouth to mouth.

Nessa’s hands found my breasts, then she began to feel me up like the horny preteen she was. As for me, I slipped a finger between her buttocks and teased my child’s rosebud, then delved down deeper, seeking the treasure of her bare slit. I stroked the moist opening a time or two, then hooked my index finger inside her in a single smooth thrust.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, Mom…”

“You like that, hon?”

“Mmmmm yeah, totally.”

I worked my finger around a bit, massaging the walls of my daughter’s vagina. She was making these cute little contented sounds as I explored the inner world of Vanessa, thinking about how I wanted to make her come this time. But before I got very far, she raised her head. “Mom?”

My probing finger paused in mid-twirl.

“Hmm?”

“Is this what it feels like when a man’s… um, thing is inside you?”

“His cock, honey. You can say it.”

“His… cock. Does it feel like this?” She gave my submerged finger a squeeze.

I patted her back. “Mmm, not exactly. Cocks are wider than a finger, and they go in deeper. It’s a… fuller feeling, I guess I’d say. Also, your bodies are lined up differently when you fuck.”

”I guess… does it feel good?”

“It feels wonderful, sweetie. Just… I don’t know, it’s like I’m just taking the whole of my lover inside me, if that makes sense.”

“But you don’t do sex with men anymore. Right?”

I pondered the notion, then shook my head. “Not really, hon. The cocks are okay — it’s the rest of men that I don’t have much use for these days. I like them fine as friends, just not as lovers. Besides,” I gave her butt a playful squeeze with my free hand, “what on earth do I need a boyfriend for when I have you — and Lisa?” My lips grazed Vanessa’s ear as I whispered, “You’re a better lover than any man I’ve ever had.”

With that, Nessa hugged me tightly, so hard it almost hurt. She whispered fiercely, “Ohhh, Mom…” and kissed my bare breast. Then she looked up at me. There were tears in her eyes.

“What?” I took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her pouting mouth. “What’s the matter?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, Mom. I’m just…” she kissed my hand, and leaned her cheek into it, “I just love you so so much, I want to…” she looked at me again, then down. “Ohh, never mind, it’s silly.”

“Oh hon, I’m sure–”

“Really. It’s way dumb.”

“Vanessa.” Placing two fingers beneath her chin, I tilted my daughter’s face up so I could meet her eyes. “Whatever’s on your mind, hon — if it means something to you, it can’t be silly. Tell me.”

She made a face. “Well… I just wish that I could feel you inside me like that, and, and… I’d love for you to fill me up, and make me be all yours for ever an’ ever…”

I felt myself borne up on a warm wave of purest love. Had any mother ever known devotion like this from her child? After all the lovemaking Nessa and I had shared, she longed to give me even more of herself.

I had to at least give my daughter a chance at the experience she craved.

Enfolding her in my arms, I gave my dear daughter a brief but passionate kiss. “Wait here, my love. I’ve got something to show you.” Gently extricating myself from her embrace, I rose from our bed and padded to the walk-in closet, where I knelt before a small wicker chest next to my shoe rack and dug around inside, soon finding what I wanted.

When I emerged, I switched on the light so Vanessa could see what I had. I placed the object on the bed before her, smiling as she studied it in wide-eyed wonder: my strap-on cock, a toy I sometimes used with my female lovers.

It came with attachments of various sizes… in this case, I’d fitted it with the smallest one, a thin six-inch beauty that was mainly intended for anal penetration. In my case, however, it ought to do very nicely for a young girl’s first fuck.

As she handled the sex toy, Vanessa’s face lit up with a delightful mixture of joy and resolve as its purpose became clearer. “So, Mom, you… you wear this? And you use it to…”

“That’s right, hon. It’s a cock that women can use on another woman… or a girl,” I added with the arch of an eyebrow. “So… what do you say? Is this what you had in mind? Do you want me to fuck you, sweetie?”

My daughter slowly nodded. “Geez, I was just kinda… y’know, thinkin’ about how I wanted to be with you like that, but — wow!” I could see my aroused little girl come to understand exactly what I was offering her. She nodded again, more vigorously this time. “Yeah…” she looked up at me, her face flushed. “Yeah, Mom, I do. I wanna do it.”

Transfixing her with a look, I said, “What do you want to do, Nessa? You have to say it.”

She moistened her lips, then whispered, “I want you to… f-fuck me.”

I knelt before her, placed a hand on her shoulder. “Are you sure about this, honey? I promise to be gentle, but you might still be pretty sore afterwards.”

“Don’t care,” my daughter replied, a determined set to her jaw that I knew all too well. “I want you to, Mom. Really and truly.”

“Okay, then.” I bent to kiss that precious little mouth, then picked up the strap-on and began to buckle it around my waist.

“Wait, wait,” Nessa protested. I paused, looked at her. She grinned at me, her eyes bright. “I wanna make you feel good first!”

I gave her my most coquettish look. “And what, pray tell, did you have in mind, sweet one?”

She blushed so delightfully then! “I want to… to lick you,” she said, then giggled, covering her face.

Mmmm, yes. “Oh, I think I can allow that,” I replied, lying down on the bed and parting my legs. As Nessa knelt between them, I grabbed the backs of my thighs and pulled them up to my chest, leaving myself as open as I could be for my sweet daughter.

I watched, enthralled, at the sight of Vanessa lowering her face to my throbbing cunt, then moaned as she began teasing me with her mouth, barely brushing my pussy with tender kisses. Her loving attentions were divine, yet utterly maddening at the same time. Could she have already learned how to tease a lover?

Then I felt the very tip of her tongue flicking at my labia… God almighty, I was dripping! Nessa kept up this heavenly torture until I thought I might scream — then she plunged her face into my bush and began licking me with everything she had.

I cried out loud, gripping my legs harder as my darling child loved me with her mouth. Jolts of pleasure spat and sizzled through my body, a fire that couldn’t be contained. I quivered helplessly as my much-needed release approached.

But Nessa must have sensed that I was just about to come, because she abruptly stopped licking me. I groaned — so close, so fucking close! — and stared at her piteously. She flashed me an angelic smile, her hands on my buttocks, then spread them apart, dipping down to lick at the crack of my ass.

Oh, my, how I love having my asshole licked — and Vanessa was doing a marvelous job of it. Then I felt her fingers touching my clit. Oh God oh God OH GOD…

The room spun as I screamed out loud, flashes of ecstasy exploding through me like roman candles gone insane. My head was pounding, my fingernails digging into the backs of my thighs, every breath I drew a tongue of fire.

Nessa didn’t let up for a second, either — licking my rosebud, her fingers toying with my clit until I let go of my legs and pushed her away, crying, “No — n-no more… please!”

I lay there trembling for a long moment, Vanessa’s face resting on my thigh. I gave her a clumsy pat on the shoulder, and she seized my hand, bringing it to her lips to kiss.

Once I’d caught my breath, I reached down for her, pulling that wicked imp up and into my arms. I kissed her, savoring the taste of my pussy and ass on my daughter’s lips. We lay together quietly for a bit.

Then Nessa’s nose was touching mine, and she demanded, “So — ya wanna fuck me now, Mom…?”

“Of course, hon.” I sat up, shaking my head to clear the fog away, then shakily got to my feet, pausing to pick up the strap-on cock from the carpet where it had fallen. Stepping into the harness, I quickly fastened the straps, then studied myself in the mirror. Pretty fucking hot, I decided.

Opening the nightstand drawer, I fished out my trusty tube of Astroglide, squirted some into my palm and lubricated the cock from stem to stern. “What’s that for, Mom?” asked Nessa.

I turned towards the bed. “Making this slippery, so it goes in nice and smooth. You aren’t an adult yet, so you’re still pretty tight down there.” Wiping both hands on my thighs, I knelt on the bed. “Get ready, lover.”

Giggling with delight, Nessa lay back and opened her legs. Her pussy glistened like a freshly-cut peach. Not a whole lot of foreplay needed here, it seemed. Still, I bent down and licked her slit one time, just for fun — and to fill my mouth with the tart, luscious taste of her.

I gazed lovingly at my open, submissive daughter, ready and eager for her first fuck. “I’m going to go into you now. You’re sure you want this, right?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I do. Put it all the way in, Mom.”

Something about the way she said that made me tingle all over… okay, I was definitely ready for this.

I brushed the tip of the cock against my daughter’s moist opening, gradually working an inch or two of it into her. Then I went a little deeper.

“OhhhHHH…!” she moaned, as if the wind had been forced out of her.

“Hon? Are you okay?”

“Wait just… a second.” she panted, bracing herself, hands balled into fists. Finally she nodded. “Okay. K-keep going!”

I pushed again, going so, so slowly, gradually sliding the length of the thing into Vanessa’s vagina. And then I was all the way in, up to the hilt. Her eyes were like saucers, her breath escaping in tiny gasps as she stared at the ceiling. “OooohhhhYEAH,” she groaned. “Feel sssso full, j-just like you said…”

Nessa’s voice rose into a choked cry as I shifted into reverse, withdrawing from her cunt until only the tip remained inside. Then I placed my hands on her hips and carefully eased myself back into her.

“Oh!” she cried, wincing as our bellies touched again. “Oh, oh God, Mom!”

I stopped, uncertain of whether to continue. “Does it hurt, baby?”

“Uhhhh… a little, b-but it feels good, too. Don’t — don’t stop, just keep goin’ real slow!”

Back and forth I moved, sliding the latex prick into and out of my daughter’s juicy channel at a positively glacial tempo, feeling her gradually open up to me.

“Yeah,” she breathed, “oh wow, Mom, it’s g-getting even better — yeah, it totally is. I… I think you maybe c-can go a little faster…?”

I began to pick up the pace — going in and out a little more briskly, pushing myself a little deeper. By this time, Vanessa’s body was starting to pump along with mine.

Soon we were fucking for real, my daughter and me, moving together in a mutual rhythm as if we’d planned it that way. Mind you, I was still exercising caution, working hard to keep my strokes steady and even. The last thing I wanted was to hurt my little girl in the act of making love.

Nessa was anything but hurting right then. In fact, she was delirious with pleasure, words spilling from her mouth with each pump of our bodies. “Mmm, ohhHHhh, Mom, you, you’re in me so deep, oh, I f-feel sooo full up, mmmm yeah fuck me s-so nice, so good Mom, I love you, oohHHHHHhhh…!”

Then Vanessa began to come.

She was a sight, too — her face a variety show of expressions shifting from hunger, to joy, to befuddlement, to unalloyed rapture. I moved in as she shuddered and shook against me, and claimed her open mouth in a deep probing kiss as I probed her juicy depths. She responded with a passion that rocked me to the core, sucking almost desperately at my tongue. Nessa’s legs were wrapped around my waist, her hips tilted back to take me inside, her little hands clutching my back.

Finally, finally… my daughter and I lie together, bathed in sweat, the room filled with the heat and aroma of our love.

After a long, contented silence, Vanessa cupped my face in her hands and solemnly said, “I wanna be with you like this for always, Mom. Always.” And she kissed me.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By JetBoy

I awoke to the sound of birds twittering and two little sleepyheads nestled against me; a red-haired one on my shoulder, a golden-haired one against my breast. Lisa’s arm lay across my tummy, while my darling Nessa’s hand rested between my legs. I could feel her pulse against the rise of my vulva.

So it hadn’t been a dream…

“Girls,” I whispered gently, stroking their bare backs as Lisa stirred, her hand brushing my belly, “it’s time to get up.”

A blinking Lisa lifted her head, took a bleary-eyed look around, smiled, then lay back on my shoulder, her eyes drifting shut. I felt her yawn against me as her hand slid up the blanket to lazily cup my right breast. Ohhh, no, not now, little one… well, perhaps I could be tempted.

Taking her hand, I pressed it to my lips. “Oh, Lisa…” Her eyes flickered open again, and she gazed at me in perfect adoration. I felt myself melt inside as I guided her face to mine, our mouths coming together in a kiss.

It was sweet and tender at first, but soon her tongue emerged, seeking mine. Letting my passion seize the moment, I kissed my young lover ferociously, sliding a hand down Lisa’s back to grope her pert little butt. Finally we broke apart, and I placed a tender peck on the tip of her adorable nose.

I felt Vanessa’s hand stir in my lap, uncurling like a waking kitten. Realizing where it was, that hand slipped between my thighs, and I felt fingers brushing my warm, sticky sex. I moaned, then my daughter lifted her head, turning to smile at me.

I smiled back, raising my hips to her touch. “Well, good morning, precious.”

She smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. “G’mornin’, Mom.”

I leaned in and kissed her, pausing to lick at her lower lip, then glanced back at Lisa.

“Girls…” I began, spreading my arms out to them both. They shuffled themselves into my embrace, one on each side. I saw Lisa take Vanessa’s hand in hers, their fingers intertwining.

“My beautiful, beautiful girls, last night was… a dream come true for me. It was…” and I felt tears welling up, “just like heaven. A little piece of heaven, fallen from the sky and into my hands.”

As if on cue, both my darlings raised their heads to kiss my neck — warm, tender kisses.

“I know we aren’t supposed to be doing these things,” I continued, “but I don’t care — and I can’t give this up. Because I… I’ve fallen in love with both of you.”

And my new lovers whispered sweet endearments to me. We shared gentle kisses and cuddles, content, for the moment, just to lie in each other’s arms.

But of course, our passions flared up soon enough — and before long we three were making love all over again.

Vanessa nuzzled her way down until she lay between my legs, her adoring eyes gazing into mine as she lowered her face to my cunt — pressing her lips into the juicy flesh, then licking at it.

Lisa watched along with me, thrilled by the sight of Nessa going down on her own mother. “So, so sexy!” she exclaimed, then turned to me. Our mouths came together, and I eagerly sucked at her tongue as our kiss quickly grew heated.

Breaking away, I gasped, “I — I want your pussy, Lisa. Climb on my face… let me lick you.”

With a saucy grin, Lisa got up on her knees and mounted my face, feeding me her cunt while my daughter sucked my clitoris like a tiny nipple — a little too roughly, but she was doing quite nicely for her first try at giving oral.

I’ll make an expert out of her, I told myself — and the idea of teaching Nessa how to be a skilled lesbian lover was enough to make me come right then.

Somehow I managed to get Lisa off in the whirlwind of my own orgasm, and she came hard in my face, her luscious nectar coating my mouth and chin. Then the three of us drew together in a shared kiss, swapping our flavors around.

We rested briefly, then I got to see Nessa and Lisa fuck. It was an incredible experience, watching my daughter and her best friend shyly explore one another’s bodies with gentle kisses and caresses, then grow wild and passionate, moving into a sixty-nine position and licking each other to a frenzied mutual climax. My, what a wonderful way to spend the morning!

Alas, all good things come to an end. I had to get Lisa home before 1 PM, as her parents were taking her to visit her grandmother. We climbed out of bed, padded down to the master bathroom and showered together. Needless to say, that was a delightful experience for all — soaping and washing every inch of each other’s bodies, pausing now and then for long, loving kisses.

Finally, once we’d managed to get dressed, I drove Lisa to her home, Nessa riding along. As her mother was waving at us from the porch, we could hardly kiss Lisa goodbye, but I squeezed her thigh before she opened the car door and whispered, “Goodbye, lover. See you again, very soon.”

Nessa exclaimed, “Yeah!” giving Lisa’s ass a playful pat. As our little angel stepped indoors, she turned to blow us a kiss before the door swung shut.

The car idling, I turned to my daughter. “Where to now, hon? Back home?”

She shook her head. “I wanna go somewhere special, Mom, and spend time together… just you and me.” Taking my hand, she brought it to her lips, then whispered, “I love you.”

I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss that lovely mouth so badly that it made me hurt inside. Instead, I gave her hand a tender squeeze. “I love you too, Nessie.”

We gazed at one another for a long, sweet moment, enormous smiles on our faces. Then Nessa started to giggle — and suddenly I was laughing, too.

“Wow, Mom,” she said, still grinning hugely, “bein’ in love… it’s different from how I thought it was gonna be. I mean, it’s awesome, yeah — but it feels kinda silly, too!”

“Love is a lot of things, hon,” I replied, patting her thigh, “and that’s just one of them.” Shaking my head to clear away the pixie dust, I put the car into gear. “Now come on, daughter mine — let’s go have fun!”

“Whoo-hoo!” she cheered.

Vanessa and I spent the day together at the zoo, the botanical garden, the museum — you know, the kind of special things mothers and daughters do together, all the while sharing special smiles and loving glances that underlined how our relationship had changed forever, and in such a beautiful way. Vanessa and I were now lovers, and I’d never been happier in my life.

When dusk fell, we picked up a sumptuous Chinese dinner to take home.

We dined that evening by candlelight. Few words were necessary; I could read volumes in my daughter’s eyes. Finally, we both pushed our plates away.

Vanessa rose, moved closer, took my face in her warm hands and kissed me.

My arms slipped around my delightful daughter, guiding her into my lap as my mouth opened to her kiss. Mmmm, so loving and tender.

Nessa slipped out of my embrace and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the stairs. Laughing gleefully, we stumbled upstairs and into my bedroom.

Slowly, tantalizingly, we undressed each other, a piece of clothing at a time. Finally naked, we stood face to face, holding hands. I marvelled at the radiant beauty of Nessa’s bare body as she gazed adoringly at me, her face shining like the sun.

“You’re so beautiful, Mom,” she said softly, “and I’m so in love with you.”

I squeezed Nessa’s hands. “Oh, my precious…” I pulled her to me for a warm, loving kiss, then we slipped into bed. I propped myself against the headboard and had Nessa sit between my legs, resting back against me, my arms wrapped tightly around her.

Vanessa sat snuggled in my lap, her cheek resting against my breast while I caressed her arms, trailing my fingers up and down, down and up.

“Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Oh, I’m just…” and she shivered from my touch, “I’m so, so, so happy!” she whispered fiercely, twisting about to scatter small, fleeting kisses over my breasts. “I wanna be like this with you always, always!” She lifted her face to mine. “I wish you and me could… could get married, Mom. If you wanted, I’d totally be your wife.”

Such a wonderful idea, one that touched me deep inside. “Sweet Nessa…” I kissed her forehead, then took my child’s face in my hands and held it gently, looking deep into her eyes. “I love you so much, my sweet, sweet girl.” I shook my head in disbelief, feeling positively intoxicated with love. “Oh my God, you are so adorable, so perfect. What a wonderful wife you would be…”

I kissed her impossibly soft mouth. Vanessa’s lips parted, welcoming my kiss. Our tongues met, entwined, and began to play. She sighed, her thighs opening wider, pressing herself into me.

My hands roamed all over her body, coming to rest on the soft globes of Vanessa’s bottom. I fondled and stroked her luscious ass, my daughter excitedly squirming against me.

Nessa moaned into my mouth as my hand slid between her lewdly spread legs, exploring her wet slit with a finger, giving it long, gentle strokes.

She leaned back against me, her head on my shoulder, nuzzling my ear.

“Put it inside me, Mom…” she breathed. Her lips sought out mine.

I matched her passion, thrusting my tongue deep into Nessa’s mouth as I slipped a finger into her pussy, feeling the juicy heat inside.

As we kissed, Vanessa began to hum tunelessly, a catlike purr of contentment as my probing finger sank deeper into her, right up to the third knuckle. Our kiss grew in urgency, Vanessa’s hums built into helpless moans, and she began to thrust herself against my hand as I worked my finger ever deeper, penetrating the womanly core of my daughter.

Tearing her mouth from mine, Vanessa threw her head back and cried out, lost in the moment’s pleasure. I crooned reassuringly and kissed her neck, shoulder, wherever my lips could reach — all the while plunging my finger in and out, in and out of her slippery channel, my girl squirming and wriggling against me.

I felt Nessa’s movements become more active, more in rhythm with the fucking I was giving her. My hand was dripping with her essence — and my daughter, panting, was trembling from head to toe.

Her lips parted, and she began to speak. “Mmmom? I’m… ohhHHHhh, oh my God, I think I’m… oh, Mom, I’m g-gonna… ohhHHHHHH! Oh, yes, oh Mommy!!”

I held Vanessa to me with one arm, fingering her hard and deep, mesmerized by my baby’s face as she came. She cried and screamed and wept against me, still driving herself onto my pumping hand.

Her cry rose to a brief shriek, her body went rigid — then she went limp and slumped sideways, completely overcome.

I lay Nessa down next to me, gently blotting the tears from her face with a corner of the sheet, bending to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Peering up at me with sleepy eyes, she mumbled, “Llllove you, Mom…” They drifted shut.

“I love you too, honey,” I whispered, but my little angel was already fast asleep, her breathing steady and even.

I sat quietly, still resting against the headboard, content just to drink in the sight of the naked, sweat-damp body of my daughter.

The need for release still smoldered deep inside me, though… so as Nessa lay in her peaceful slumber, I fingered my throbbing cunt until I’d come twice, watching her the whole time.

Finally spent, I licked my wet fingers, then pulled the sheet over our bodies, switched off the light and cuddled close to my child, loving her with all my heart.

Continue on to Chapter 9

By JetBoy

A single word abruptly wrenched me from my slumber.

“Mom?”

My eyes flew open, and I saw a small silhouetted form in the doorway. Vanessa. Oh, no.

I fought to conceal my jangling nerves, to seem convincingly drowsy. “What, honey?”

“I — I can’t find Lisa. I thought maybe she was in the bathroom, but she’s not.”

Stay calm. Oh, God, this whole room must reek of sex. “C’mere, sweetie.” My daughter drew close to the bed, the gold of her hair shimmering in the moonlight. “Lisa’s here with me.”

A pause. Vanessa peered at the barely-lit shape of the girl’s head, resting on the pillow next to mine. “Um, is she okay?”

I took a calming breath. It appeared that I’d just dodged a bullet — Nessa was blissfully ignorant of what I’d been up to with her little friend. Still, I needed a good reason for Lisa being in bed with me…

I grasped at straws, managed to snatch one. “Oh, she came in a little while ago and said her bottom was still sore. I put some more lotion on it, and she just…” I glanced back over my shoulder at the dozing girl, “just fell asleep.”

“Mmm. Okay.” Another pause.

Then I understood what she really wanted, but was too embarrassed to ask for. “Nessa? You want to lie here with me for awhile?”

She gave me a pleased smile. “Can I?”

“Sure.” I lifted the covers to the side of me. “Here you go, honey — come on in.”

And Vanessa crept into bed beside me. I reached for her, and she snuggled into my arms. I felt her warm breath on my shoulder.

“You haven’t gotten in bed with me in ages, kiddo,” I said, patting her back. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No. no… I dunno, I just kinda feel like — like bein’ close to you right now.”

I smiled. So precious. “That’s more than fine with me. I know you’re a big girl — almost a grown-up, huh?”

“ALmost,” she said. “I’m gettin’ there!”

“Be that as it may, you’re still always welcome to come sleep with me if you want to — or need to. Don’t ever get so grown up that you’re too old for Mom time… okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.” She gave my shoulder a kiss.

We lay quietly for a bit, then she lifted her head. “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you naked?”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, trying to take a casual tone. “That’s how I usually sleep, at least until the nights get cold.”

“Mmmm.” She laid her head down. “You feel nice.”

Another long silence. Then her little voice against my neck: “Um, Mom?”

“What is it, honey?”

“Umm… I had gymnastics yesterday.”

“I know. Ms. Perkins tells me you’re one of her best students.”

“Uh-huh.” Pause. “Well, we did splits.”

“Mmm, those are tough.”

“Yeah, I know. And, umm… I’m still pretty sore, too.”

“Are you?” What’s she getting at? I wondered.

“Yeah,” I felt her body shift slightly. “Thing is, my… my bottom, it’s really sore.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Well, I was kinda wondering — um, could you maybe rub me there, like, the same way we did for Lisa…?”

My heart went from idle to sixty in a matter of seconds. “You — you want me to give you a massage? Rub your bottom for you?”

I felt her nod. “Uh-huh. Could you, please?”

Oh, my little Nessa. Right then, I had a vision of that time I’d spied on my daughter as she danced naked. That luscious bare bottom, shaking to music I couldn’t hear. And I felt my cunt flowing all over again.

Could I do this, after the thoughts I’d been having about my daughter? After Lisa and I had become lovers for real?

I didn’t know how I could refuse. The very idea of saying no seemed impossible, even ridiculous.

“Sure, hon,” I kissed her head, then sat up. “Let’s… let’s get you ready here. Want to take off your top for me?”

She sat up and pulled the extra-large t-shirt — which Nessa preferred to girly nightgowns — over her head.

I glanced back at Lisa — she was still snoozing peacefully. “Let’s try not to wake Lisa up.”

“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout that,” Vanessa snickered. “Once Lisa’s asleep, nothin’ bugs her. You can turn on the light, play the radio, anything!”

“Really? Well, then, let’s… have a little light, okay?” I reached over and clicked the bedside lamp on to its lowest setting, which was still enough to give me what I wanted — a good view of my half-naked daughter.

There she sat, waiting patiently with a bunched-up t-shirt in her lap, gazing at me with eyes that seemed to hold some small awareness of an awakening desire — or was that all in my mind? At that moment, anything seemed possible.

Nessa’s tiny nipples stood, pink and erect. And her attention had been captured by my own breasts, the tips of them visibly swollen as well.

I glanced down. “My nipples are happy, looks like.” Our eyes met, and we exchanged amused smiles.

Tilting her head, Vanessa studied her own chest. “Mine are too… I think.”

The impulse I felt was too powerful to deny. I reached out and touched a finger to Vanessa’s nipple, trying to make it seem playful. “Yes, they are. You’ve got adorable little breasts, honey.”

She made a face. “Yeah, little is right.”

I lightly trailed the tips of my fingers over her nipples, then let my hand fall. Careful, I told myself. “Oh, Nessa, you’re growing up exactly like you should. I was built just the same when I was your age.”

“Really? ‘Cause your boobs are so big and… and beautiful now.” She blushed, kneading the bunched-up t-shirt in her lap.

I felt my own cheeks getting a little warm. “Awww, thank you, sweetie.”

She thrust her chest out a bit. “It felt really good when you touched my, um, nipples like that, Mom…”

“Mmmm, I’ll bet it did.” Reaching out, I began to caress her again.

Her eyes drifted shut for a few heartbeats. Then she opened them and looked at my breasts again, her mouth slightly open, then raised her eyes to mine and whispered, “Mom? C-can I…?”

My heart was throbbing so hard it seemed ready to explode. I could read it clear as day in Nessa’s longing gaze, and knew what she wanted from me.

“Yes, honeybunch. You can.”

Vanessa hesitantly reached out to brush a nipple, and it rose visibly. “Wow… it feels like it’s alive!”

I laughed. “It is… and I think it likes you.” Vanessa giggled, covering her mouth with her free hand. “Go ahead and squeeze it, that feels nice too.”

She did, and I felt a tremor run right through me, right down to my toes. Then Vanessa brought her other hand up to grasp the other nipple. And as I stared down at my daughter’s hands, they slowly opened like flowers, her fingers spreading out to cup my breasts.

Oh, my God. It was such a perfect, once-in-a-lifetime moment that I felt like crying when Nessa began to fondle me, her face a portrait of wide-eyed awe.

“Does this feel nice, Mom?” she whispered — cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened with excitement.

“Uh-huh, that’s… it’s so wonderful, honey…” I gazed at my diligent, loving child, and leaned in to kiss her. Nessa’s eyes drifted shut as I pressed my lips to hers, our mouths brushing together just a second or two longer than mother and daughter kisses usually did.

NO. Take a deep breath, damn it — get a grip on yourself!

The temptation was there to give into my madness, to let my tongue slip between Vanessa’s parted lips, to take my daughter right then and there. I still possessed a measure of self control, barely enough to stop me from giving in and kissing my daughter like a lover.

But I wanted to. Merciful heavens, how desperately I wanted to!

Somehow I managed to pull away, “Mmm, okay, sweetie,” I said, gently plucking her hands from my chest, “that’s enough for now.” She was obviously disappointed by my stopping her fun, but I couldn’t let myself weaken. Not yet, anyhow, my perverted mind added.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “So, hon — if I’m going to massage your bottom, let’s get that done. It’s late, we should both be asleep.”

She went from glum to elated in a heartbeat. “Cool!”

I patted the bed next to Lisa, who was still dead to the world. “Lay down on your tummy here.” She did so, her little panty-clad bottom flexing in anticipation.

“Actually,” and my voice shook just slightly, “p-perhaps we should take off your underpants first?”

“Okay. Umm… can you take ‘em off for me?” She twitched her butt to and fro in a most enticing way.

With my heart pounding explosively, I hooked a finger on each side of the waistband. “Lift up.”

She raised her hips, and I slid the cotton undies down her legs and off. Oh, my, such a beautifully formed, baby-smooth bottom! She had very light tan lines, and there was a tiny line along the bottom of each soft buttock where her panties had held.

I hadn’t seen my girl’s ass since witnessing her little naked bedroom dance. But honestly, I’d never seen Vanessa’s butt, really seen it, ever. Not like this — up close and intimate, through the eyes of a lesbian.

I reached over her to retrieve a tube of lotion from my bedside drawer — not as sweet-smelling as the stuff we’d used on Lisa, but it would do quite nicely. Squeezing a dollop into my palm, I briskly rubbed my hands together. “Gotta warm this up,” I murmured. “Don’t want that pretty butt of yours getting cold.”

Vanessa giggled, her pale buttocks contracting just a bit.

Trying to keep my hands from shaking, I gently placed them on my daughter’s bottom, one on each cheek. It felt exactly like I’d expected, but still, the softness thrilled me to the liquid core. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm-hmm…” came her voice, somewhat muffled by the pillow.

I began moving my fingers in long, slow circles. Outward to her hips, down her sides, then thumbs taking a path back up her crack — without slipping inside, though — and around again.

“Ohhhh, that feels sooo goooood…” the little voice murmured.

Despite my nervousness, I had to smile, pleased that Nessa liked what I was doing. “It’s supposed to, honey. You tell me if anything else hurts, so I can work on that too.”

“Sure,” she sighed happily.

We fell silent for a moment, and the only sound in the room was the soft glide of my lotioned hands on Vanessa’s skin. At least, until our reverie was interrupted by a small snore from Lisa.

Nessa chuckled. “See what I mean? She’s out cold!”

“Yeah, I suppose… Lisa pretty much fell asleep right after I massaged her bottom again.”

“So, um… was her butt still red?”

“A little.”

A pause. “I prob’ly shouldn’t have done that dare, I guess…”

“Oh, Nessa, it was only in fun. No harm done.” My thumbs were on the upward glide, and her bottom was relaxed enough that her tiny, perfect rosebud was revealed. Mmm, it looked luscious. “She’s just fine, hon. Really.”

“Okay.” A pause. “Uh, Mom?” Her bottom shifted as her legs parted slightly.

“What, honey?”

“I… I’m kinda sore in the middle, too…”

The middle. Oh, my goodness. “You are?”

“Yeah…” she murmured, and her legs opened further, revealing the sweet pink crease of her pussy. She kept her face turned from me, speaking to the pillow. “I dunno, I guess doin’ those dumb splits made me sore there, too.”

“Uh-huh…” Oh God, my daughter was opening herself to me, for me. I felt my cunt throb at the exquisite sight of her smooth slit. “So by ‘in the middle’, sweetheart, you mean… between your legs?”

“Kinda… yeah.”

I continued to stroke her bottom, a silent war going on inside me. Nessa was asking me to touch her pussy, as if it was the most natural thing for a mother to do.

No way in the world to sugarcoat that — if I gave in, I’d be masturbating my daughter.

How could I say yes? How could I say no? After all, it had been her suggestion. But it was incest, damn it, incest with a minor! Then again, Nessa seemed so… so casual about the whole thing, making the act of fondling her sex seem perfectly innocent.

Was it, though? There was certainly nothing innocent about the sex fantasies I’d been having about my little girl. And what about Vanessa — was she really “sore in the middle”? Or was she trying to trick me into touching her in a sexual way? Could my eleven-year-old actually be having those kinds of thoughts about her own mother?

This wild whirl of questions raced through my mind in a matter of seconds, leaving me beyond perplexed. Meanwhile, my daughter was waiting for me to respond.

My lips parted, and the single word fell out as if I’d been programmed to say it.

“Okay.” I paused in my stroking, resting my hand on her rump. “Tell you what, though. Let’s… let’s put a pillow under your hips. It’ll make it easier.”

“Sure!” Vanessa chirped, lifted her pelvis so I could slide my other pillow beneath her. Now her hips were elevated slightly, that beautiful bottom raised up and open.

“That’s better. Now spread your legs apart just a little bit more, hon, so I can see what I’m doing.”

My little gymnast did just that, fully revealing the treasure between her thighs. Now there was no mistaking it — Nessa’s sex was glistening with wetness. She was extremely turned on, that much was certain.

I tried not to dwell on what that meant, forcing my fears and reservations to one side to be dealt with later. Right then, I had a job to do.

“First,” I breathed, “let’s get your legs relaxed, honey.” I slid both hands down to the tops of her slender thighs and began to massage them.

“Ooh, yeah, that’s pretty sore, too…”

“I’m not surprised — you work these a lot when you do splits.” My hands pressed in, gliding along my girl’s upper thighs, easing the tense muscles.

I spent a minute or two loosening Nessa up, because she really was tight down there — her blissful sighs made that obvious. Then, once she began to relax for real, I allowed my thumb to lightly graze her slit.

“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, that’s… that’s where I really… mmm yes, right there, Mom!”

My cunt was dripping wet, flowing like a leaky faucet. I had one hand rubbing Vanessa’s ass, while the other was cupping her pretty pussy. I ran two fingers up and down the moist, smooth flesh, feeling it grow increasingly juicy to the touch, breathing in deeply to drink in the scent of my daughter‘s excitement. “Is this where it hurts, honey?”

Vanessa’s breath was coming in ragged bursts. “A… a little, yeah. It f-feels, um, kinda weird…”

Give her a chance to end this if she wants to, I told myself. “Should I stop?”

“No, no, Mom!” she cried. “Keep…d-doing that, just like you are… it’s… um, it’s really good.”

Well, that settled that. So I continued to fondle her, my hand growing bolder as I groped Nessa’s bare butt, my fingers tickling her cunt. I’d never thought of using that word to describe her sex — but at that moment, nothing else would do.

I felt Vanessa’s wetness, the warm ooze of her excitement as I masturbated her. She’d started to moan soft and low, almost humming. And I was moaning, too.

All at once, my finger just… slipped in. Right inside my daughter.

We both froze. Vanessa’s sex had been opening up to me gradually, so with one stroke, I’d penetrated her without intending to. I was paralyzed, uncertain of what to do — and then I felt and saw my daughter push herself back against me, trying to take my finger even deeper!

Needing no further encouragement, I sank my finger deeper, more fully inside her vagina. My God, she felt incredible — so hot, so tight, so slippery!

I began to move in and out of her, and Vanessa was now openly fucking herself against me, her buttocks spreading open with each thrust. The sight of her pink star was too tempting to resist — I trailed my index finger down the smooth crack of Nessa’s pumping ass, pressing the tip against her anus. Still lubricated by lotion, it slid into my daughter’s rectum with ease.

Feeling like a goddess of all things sexual, I began a rhythmic penetration of my sweet Nessa’s holes, both fingers moving in opposition — one finger in and one out, then the other way around.

“Mmmmm, ohhh, Mom… ohhhh, it feels so good, so good, mmmMMMMMmmyes…!”

I was drunk on it all — Vanessa’s heat, her ecstatic moans, the rich, thick aroma of her pussy, the sight of my daughter as she rode my fingers like a woman possessed.

Knowing that we’d gone past the point of no return, I leaned down and began kissing Nessa’s bottom, hot open-mouthed kisses that surely made it clear to my daughter that I was no longer giving massage therapy — I was making love to her.

She wailed, “Oh, MOM!” and began thrusting her hips against my face. Overwhelmed with lust, wanting to get even dirtier with her, I pulled my finger out of Nessa’s asshole and began licking her crack.

This put my baby over the edge. She cried out, “OhhHHHHHhh Mom, I c-can’t — oh God, I love you s-so much — oohHHHHhh Mommy, Nnngggghaaahhh!”

My daughter came hard — shuddering, panting, her body seizing up again and again — finally crumpling into the sheets, her body glazed with perspiration, gasping for breath. I carefully extracted my finger from her cunt, bringing it to my lips to taste.

I felt a hand on my shoulder — and turned to see Lisa, still gloriously naked, kneeling next to me. Her eyes were wide and she was grinning with barely contained excitement at the sight of me fucking my daughter.

“Wow…” she breathed into my ear,” “That was so hot!” She reached out to caress Nessa’s bottom.

My dazed daughter raised her head and looked back, her mouth falling open, her eyes widening at the sight of me and her best friend, side by side and completely naked. Lisa winked sexily at Nessa as she began to fondle my breasts. She turned her head to lick at my ear, and I shivered deliciously.

I reached for my daughter’s hand and drew her to me. “I adore you, honey,” I say softly.

“Oh, Mom…” Nessa whispered.

I kissed her. Not like a mother, but as a lover, my tongue gently parting her lips, She was surprised, but got over it right away, her own tongue surging forth to meet mine.

We came together in a passionate clutch, our arms entwining around one another’s bare bodies. I couldn’t believe my good fortune. My darling daughter was in my arms, holding me, kissing me deeply, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth as I caressed her. Then I felt her hands palming my breasts, brushing my nipples, ohhh my goodness!

Then a shift, and I was kissing another sweet sweet mouth, my lover Lisa. Vanessa lowered her face to my breasts and took a nipple into the heat of her mouth, eagerly sucking.

I was tongue-kissing Lisa hotly, holding her close with one arm. Suddenly she pushed me onto my back and, grinning wickedly, climbed between my thighs, her eyes never leaving mine as she lowered her face to my dripping pussy and began to lick me. Oooooohhhhhh, SO wonderful!

I saw Vanessa’s face above mine, giving me a smile of love that almost brought tears to my eyes. Her lips parted as she leaned in close to kiss me passionately. As our mouths feasted hungrily, I felt my daughter’s hand fondling my breasts. Lisa’s mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere between my legs as she ate my pussy.

Their hands ran all over my body, caressing my bottom, my belly, my legs, my pubes, my slit. Then somehow I was on my back, knees up, Lisa licking my cunt, Nessa kissing me, whispering words of love, stroking my hungry nipples. They were loving me, every inch of my body… and oh, yes, Lisa, suck my clit, it’s so wonderful, oh GOD, OHHH!!

Hold on for dear life, my sweet young lovers, as I bucked and thrashed helplessly, crying out loud as the sky came crashing down and everything went bright white for an instant, then faded to a soothing, cozy black.

I’d never come like that before. Never.

Both my adorable ones were resting in my arms. We kissed and hugged and murmured words of adoration, and I was happy to cuddle them both as we quickly drifted off to sleep.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By JetBoy

Night. The house was silent. I’d tucked the girls in and kissed them chastely, instructing them not to stay up all night talking. Going back downstairs, I made a half-hearted attempt to straighten up the family room, but quickly chose to leave nearly all of it for the next day.

After that I washed my face, brushed my teeth and went to bed, carefully leaving the door ajar.

I laid there in wishful anticipation, naked except for skimpy silk panties, the smooth sheets cool against my swollen nipples. No touching. Only waiting. In vain, probably, but just in case…

The whole time I’d been hanging out with the girls, I’d toyed with the notion of getting Lisa alone and inviting her to sneak out of Vanessa’s room to pay me a little after-hours visit once my daughter had dozed off — but in the end, I couldn’t. Ever since this dance of seduction had begun between the two of us, I’d been following Lisa’s lead, letting her set the pace of our relationship. That made it more comfortable for me, somehow.

Anyhow, I don’t want her to come to me because I asked her to, I told myself.

Somehow, in spite of everything, I fell asleep.

Wrenched into sudden wakefulness, I squinted at the clock. 1:22 AM. Had there just been a sound, coming from the hall?

I lay there, heart pounding crazily — then a delicious rush of warmth flowed through me from head to toe as Lisa padded into the room, wearing only her panties. She stood there for a moment, illuminated by the moonlight that spilled through my window.

“Hi there,” she said.

I grinned like a perfect fool, brimming with love for this enchanting creature. “Hi, sweetie.”

“Any room in there for me?” she murmured shyly, hands clasped demurely before her, swiveling back and forth with barely contained excitement. Believe me, I knew how she felt.

I sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal my naked upper half. “I sure do, honey,” I sighed happily, pushing the sheet to one side, “C’mon in!”

Lisa scrambled onto the bed with me and snuggled close, propping herself up on one elbow to take a good look at my near-nakedness. “Wow,” she murmured, “your boobs… they’re be-YOO-tiful!” She laid her face against them. “So — so soft. An’ warm!”

Every atom of me was pulsing with raw, uninhibited excitement. This sweet cherub, for weeks the object of my affection and lust, was half-naked, in my bed and in my arms. And we had hours of privacy to explore pleasures innumerable…

“Thank you,” I purred. I reached for her hand, placing it on my breast. Her eyes grew wide as my nipple grew firm in the palm of her hand.

“Wow,” she said again. “That feels… so cool!” She began caressing my breasts, utterly enthralled, a child with a wonderful new toy.

As for me, I was a woman on fire, positively aching with the need to make love to this sweet girl — then that ache grew even more acute when she bent down to kiss my throbbing nipple.

I moaned, “Oh, Lisa!”

She raised her face, alarmed. “Was… was that okay?”

I was trembling inside, trying not to let it show. “Yes, Lisa…” I sighed. “It felt wonderful…”

Lisa grinned, then took my other nipple into her warm mouth, sucking it gently.

Slowly I lay back, Lisa nestled in my arms. Had I ever known such happiness? Hard to imagine. For there was my treasure, one bare leg draped over my tummy, sucking at my right breast. The glow in me was so bright, all I could do was lie there and bask in its warmth. Mmmmmmm.

In the moonlight that spilled in through my window, Lisa was a thing of magic — a nymph, a pixie, a water sprite. I began to stroke her lustrous hair, then allowed my hand to explore, sliding down her soft, elegant neck, pausing to caress a shoulder, tracing the ridge of her spine, finally reaching the elastic waistband of her panties.

Lisa slid her right leg further upward, opening herself wide for me. I spread my fingers to cup the incredible softness of her bottom, gliding from cheek to cheek. It moved against my hand; I felt it rise, then contract to my touch. Growing bolder still, I ran a finger down her pantied crack, seeking the soft heat between her legs, then applied gentle pressure to Lisa’s mound until dampness began to seep through the thin material. There came a tiny mewling from the mouth at my breast, and a shiver ran through her slender frame.

Suddenly Lisa raised her face, whispered, “Wait a minute!” Pushing herself back into a sitting position, she clumsily tugged her panties down until they dangled from a foot, then flicked them away.

That taken care of, Lisa climbed on top of me again, now blessedly naked. Sighing blissfully, she gazed up at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Mrs. Johnson.”

I hugged her to me. “I love you too, sweetie,” I whispered, “and you don’t have to call me ‘Mrs. Johnson,’ when we’re together like this. You can call me Roxanne.”

Lisa’s mouth popped open. “Really? Can I?”

“Of course,” I said softly, my arms twining around her. “Lovers always call each other by their first names.” I stroked her cheek with the tip of a finger. “And we, Lisa, are lovers.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, yeah… we are, huh? Aw, that’s like, the best thing ever!” She was nodding her head with such vigor that it made the bed shake.

“I take it, then, that you like the idea?” I teased.

“Oh, totally! Mega-totally!” Then she went quiet, almost shy. “Um, Roxanne? Can I please play with your boobs some more…?”

I lay back, offering myself up. “Be my guest.”

With a grin and an enthused, “Yeah!” Lisa began to kiss and lick my nipples again, using her hand to fondle whichever breast happened to be unoccupied. She hummed her enjoyment all the while. Oh my, it felt sooo good…

Wanting to do my share in this game of love, I slipped a hand between Lisa’s thighs. She spread her legs wide, her dancer’s frame allowing the child to bend both knees and press herself flat onto me, the heat of her sex brushing against my tummy.

Slowly, carefully, I worked a finger into Lisa’s moist pussy — and felt her go “mmmMMMMMmmm!” around my nipple, which felt absolutely divine.

For the third time since we’d met, I was masturbating Lisa — only this time, there was no need for us to pretend we were doing something else.

Lisa had to come up for air, gaping at me, her expression almost feral in its animal passion — then a shiver ran through her body, and she buried her face in my breasts.

Feeling her orgasm approach, I decided to up the ante, and began to gently stroke her clit with the ball of my thumb. That’s when she really lost it. She bit down on my nipple, then released it, throwing her head back and panting in a frenzy. Her body was bucking and rocking atop mine, eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared and clenched until, finally, she sighed oh, so softly and slowly went limp.

Now she lay quietly, a cheek resting against my breast, her breath warming my nipple. I drank in her sweet aroma: shampoo, light sweat, the earthy scent of her sex.

My hand was caught between her soft thighs. Pulling it free, I traced her tender little slit with a finger, then brought it to my face. I smelled my finger. Licked it. Mmmm, delicious.

“I love how you taste,” I murmured.

She stirred, then her head came up surprisingly quickly. “You do?”

I smiled and nodded. “You have a yummy pussy.” I slowwwwwly licked a finger, making the gesture as sexy as I could.

Her mouth opened, eyes went wide. “Ooooh, that’s a bad word. You’re not s’posed to say it!” Then she giggled. So adorable.

I smiled at her elfin face, just inches away from my own. “No.” And I stroked her cheek. “I’m probably not supposed to be playing in bed with you like this, either.”

She grinned. “But we are, huh?”

“We sure are.”

She snuggled onto my breast again, kissed the nipple once, then lay back down. I felt her hand moving on my stomach. I barely heard Lisa’s little voice on my chest. “I don’t care if it’s a bad thing to do or not. I love playin’ in bed with you.”

Her fingers were tracing lazy circles on my belly. I stroked her hair. If this wasn’t heaven, it would certainly do for the moment.

The feathery touch of Lisa’s fingertips gradually moved wider, then lower, until they were inching along the edge of my panties. I leaned in, kissed the top of her head. “Touch me, Lisa,” I whispered. “Touch me all over, anywhere at all. I want you to.”

Her hand paused briefly, then slid down further, moving hesitantly over my panty-covered mons. I felt the quick thrum thrum thrum of Lisa’s heart as she felt my sex for the first time, knowing how new it was to her — the spongy tuft of pubic curls, the fatness of my ripe cunt. She lightly caressed me. I raised my hips to meet her fingers, the very breath in me trembling as it left my mouth.

Her head lifted, and she peeked at me. An awkward smile. “Um… I don’t know what to do next…”

“Oh, honey…” I opened my arms, “come here.” And she shimmied her naked body up to bury her face in my neck. I hugged her tightly, kissing her hair, her ear, her brow.

She popped her head up to whisper into my ear. “I’m sorry…” Then just as quickly, ducked back down.

“Oh, hush, pretty butt,” I cooed, and gave her a playful pat on her bottom. She clenched those pert little cheeks with a titter, then nuzzled my neck. “It’s okay, Lisa. With making love, you learn by doing.”

“Well, yeah… but you been doin’ it way longer than me,” she protested. “I never made love to anyone ever!”

“Want me to help you, then?” I said, and felt her nod into my neck. “Okay. First, I’m gonna teach you how to kiss.”

“I already know that, silly!” Lisa giggled. “I give my mom an’ dad kisses all the time.”

“No, not that kind of kissing… I mean, the way real lovers do it.”

She came up quickly again, her adorable face inches away, gazing deep into my eyes. “Sexy kissing, you mean?”

“Yup. Now give me one, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Her head tilted like a puppy’s, and she leaned in to gently touch her lips to mine, then pulled back a bit to make eye contact with me again. We smiled lovingly at one another. “That’s very nice,” I said. “Another, please.”

Lisa leaned in once more. Our lips touched, and when I moved my mouth against hers, she pressed in too. My tongue slid along her loosening lips, and I felt Lisa’s mouth open, inviting me in.

I flirted with her tongue, and it slowly came to life, bashfully toying with mine. With a little encouragement, our kiss grew increasingly passionate. Without words, I taught Lisa the hot, steamy games that the mouths of lovers can play… and she, bless her, was a most eager student. It felt so good that I think we might have spent the next twenty minutes just making out, holding each other close, kissing again and again.

Finally I pulled back and whispered, “Want to make love to me now?”

She nodded, dazed and happy.

“I was going to take off my panties,” I said, brushing Lisa’s mouth with my fingertips, “but I bet you’d like to do that for me, huh?”

Again, Lisa nodded, grinning excitedly. She scrambled down to kneel between my legs, then looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for my signal. “Hold on a second.” I leaned over and switched on the lamp on my nightstand. “So you can see what you’re doing. Go ahead, honey. Just slip them off…”

Taking hold of the waistband, Lisa pulled my panties down. As they slid past my thighs, my pubes were revealed. She paused, gaped at the sight. “Whoa!”

I smiled. “Big bush, huh?”

She giggled. “Yeah! Big bush!” She touched it lightly. “Mmmm, it’s so soft, too… like a teddy bear!”

I laughed. “A teddy bear… hmmm, I kinda like that. Go ahead — finish taking them off.”

“Oh! Um, yeah.” Lisa worked my panties down to my ankles. then carefully tugged them away from my feet. Then she just stared as I spread myself open, letting my young lover see everything.

Still holding my now forgotten undies in both hands, she breathed, “You’re so… so beautiful.”

I smiled, loving the feeling of being so exposed to this eleven-year-old girl. “It’s all for you, Lisa.” I opened my legs even further. “All yours.”

She blushed so charmingly then. “Oh, Ms. Johnson… thank you. Thank you.”

Me, I was trembling inside with the fierce need I felt for her, on the verge of bursting into tears if she didn’t fuck me right then.

“Touch me,” I said, my voice unsteady. “Please touch me, Lisa.”

Lisa, biting her lower lip, slowly extended her hand. I took it in mine and guided it to my warm, moist pussy, pressing her fingers against the juicy flesh. Oh my, that’s absolutely divine.

Her face was filled with wonder as she touched me, looking more like a child of five than the preteen she was. “Gosh… you feel so hot…”

“I’m hot for you, m-my love.” I placed my hand on hers, moving it around a bit. She got the idea, and began to feel her way around my pussy when I took my hand away, growing more confident as she went. “That’s good, Lisa, mmmm…” I loved watching her touch my cunt, her brow furrowed in concentration like she was working on a finger painting.

Oh, God. I needed to come, and soon. Lisa’s fingers felt great, but it was time to get her focused on the grand prize.

“Oh, honey, you’re doing a wonderful job,” I said.

She beamed, radiant with pride as she fondled me. “Pretty good, huh?”

“Mmmmm, very good, honey. OOOhhhh, so good…” I drew my knees up, opening myself even more. “Okay, are you ready to try something else?”

She nodded eagerly. “Yeah!”

“That’s my girl. Now take two of your fingers, and see if you can push them inside me.”

Lisa bent closer, her lower lip jutting out… and I nearly cried out loud as her lovely, magical fingers slid slowly into my vagina. My head was reeling. “Oh, Lisa!” I gasped. “That’s it! Just like that, ohhhhh…”

She wore such a wicked smile, the little imp. “What now, Mrs. John — um, Roxanne?”

Now… now start moving  — oooh! — in and out of me.” I was shaking like a leaf. “Please, honey — fuck me with your fingers, hard as you can!”

Lisa, clearly thrilled that I would use that word to describe what I wanted her to do, began to piston those wonderful digits in and out, in and out. Her hand was making these slapping sounds as it smacked against me, and that turned me on like you can’t imagine.

Within moments, I exploded in a wrenching climax, my breath leaving me in ragged bursts. Lisa froze up at first, unsure what to do… and I rasped, “Oh God, Lisa — d-DON’T STOP!!”

Her fingers immediately began to pump again, and I shuddered and shook as those sweet, amazing shocks of ecstasy pounded through me. Conscious that my daughter was still in the house, I was covering my mouth, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Finally, my head fell back, and I placed my hand atop Lisa’s, stopping her. “N-no more, honey.”

She flopped down next to me, breathing heavily like I was. I drew Lisa into my arms, enfolding her naked body in a loving embrace.

“Huh… that sounded pretty good!” she giggled. “Did you like it okay?”

“Oh, Lisa,” I whispered, losing myself in her shining eyes, “That was — that was as wonderful as anything I’ve ever felt.” I kissed her gently. “You make me so very happy, my sweet one.”

Her lips sought out mine, and before I knew it, Lisa and I were French kissing again. God, even after that incredible climax, I was still eager for more. I knew what I wanted to do next, though. It was what I’d been dreaming of for weeks — to taste her.

I gently broke our kiss. “Honey,” I said, “I want you to get up on all fours, facing the door.”

She smiled. “Whatcha gonna do…?”

I gave her a mock-stern look. “That’s for me to know and you to find out, young lady!” I said, smacking her butt playfully.

Lisa got onto her knees, then placed her hands on the bed, raising that oh-so-enticing bottom of hers and thrusting it towards me. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” I ran my fingers along the curve of Lisa’s ass, and she sighed happily. It was genuinely thrilling to see goosebumps rise on her thighs in response to my touch.

I knelt on the bed behind Lisa. She craned back to see what I intended to do, then gasped as my mouth gently grazed the back of her thigh. So soft, so sweet.

I fondled Lisa’s legs, stroking them lightly, placing kisses here and there against her pale skin. I heard her purr with delight as I kissed and caressed that adorable butt of hers. The smell and taste of my little lover’s skin had me giddy with desire as my mouth and fingers made love to her, savored her like a good wine.

By now Lisa was quivering with anticipation and need, as the slow, teasing pace of my lovemaking was driving her, well, kind of crazy. She was breathing hard and deep, her body taut in anticipation. The scent of my angel’s arousal was thickening in the air, and it had me higher than a kite.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I burrowed between Lisa’s thighs to kiss her there for the first time, my lips parting to claim her.

It was marvelous. The smell, the taste, the feel of her flower in my mouth was everything I’d dreamed of and more. My heart was swelling with love for this divine girl as I feasted on her luscious pussy.

She was trembling like a leaf as I licked and kissed her, and I knew she would explode in a few seconds. But I wasn’t ready for that — no, not yet…

Lisa moaned in frustration as I withdrew my mouth from her cunt and started to playfully kiss her ass — pausing to nip her soft skin, just hard enough to make her squeal. Then I pulled her sweet cheeks apart, leaning in close to run my tongue up her butt crack.

She gasped, “Oh!” as I began licking her anus with long, luxurious strokes. Meanwhile, my naughty fingers began to toy with the wetness between her legs, then I suddenly slid my index finger deep into Lisa with a single smooth stroke.

That did it. Lisa was panting furiously, quaking from head to toe, then cried out as she went rigid from the intensity of her climax. I redoubled my efforts, licking her asshole as my finger plunged in and out of her pussy. I felt her pelvis jerk against my face, her body bucking as she shuddered with pleasure, panting for air like a marathon runner.

Finally, she collapsed into the sheets, utterly exhausted. I carefully removed my finger from her and sucked her essence from it. Mmmm, ambrosia.

I crawled over to Lisa and placed a gentle kiss upon her flushed cheek. Her eyes slowly opened and she gave me a sweet, sleepy smile, opening her arms to me. I slid into her embrace — and we lay entwined, utterly relaxed and at peace.

But not for long. Lisa began to caress me, her hands traveling hither and yon over my body. She kissed my ear and whispered, “I want to play with you some more,” as her fingers found my pussy.

Goodness… where do young people get their energy? I was pretty tired myself, but I also knew that it might be a long, long while before we could have another night like this.

I lay back and spread my thighs for Lisa as her lips met mine — and suddenly we were once again kissing passionately, and my lust was awakened, raging hot and fierce. God, what this sexy creature did to me!

Her fingers were playing with my wet cunt, her tongue probing my mouth, and I was blissfully happy. Then a really wild idea hit me.

I broke our kiss, took her face in my hands and whispered, “Dear Lisa… would you do something special for me…?”

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed, “I’d try anything for you.” She suddenly began showering my face with quick little kisses, “I love you so much, Mrs. Johnson!”

“It’s Roxanne, remember,” I smiled. “And I love you too.” I took Lisa’s hand and placed it on my throbbing mound.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby,” I murmured. “I want you to take that cute little hand of yours… and push it all the way into my pussy.”

She looked up, startled. “Inside? My whole hand?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh. All of it.”

She was looking doubtful. “I don’t wanna hurt — ”

“You won’t, sweetie, I promise. After all, you have to remember that Vanessa came out of there, right? And she’s lots bigger than your hand is.” Her hand was also bigger than any cock I’d ever had, but not by much.

At that point, though, I didn’t give a damn if it hurt or not — I had to have Lisa’s fist inside me!

She still seemed a little reluctant, but willing to indulge my screwy idea. “Well, if you say so.”

“It’s easy,” I said, taking her hand and guiding it where it needed to be. “Just start with two fingers, then add one more at a time. Once you’ve got your fingers and thumb inside me, just keep them tight together, and wiggle and push hard until your whole hand is in.” I settled in, bracing myself.

Lisa slipped her index and middle fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out like before.

I shakily continued, “Once y-you’ve done that, make your hand into a fist and just, just start fucking me with it! Ohhhhh yes, Lisa…” Her fingers felt absolutely magical — but I longed to be completely filled. Then again, maybe the pure lewdness of getting fisted by a girl of eleven was what I wanted.

Her face taking on that look of determination again, Lisa got to work. It felt amazing, and looked amazing, too. Here was my underage lover girl, concentrating on working her hand into my pussy!

And with one last push, she did it. Oh, my stars. My head spun as if I’d just drained a tumbler of whiskey in a single gulp.

“Wow…” she whispered, “It’s — it’s in there.” She was fascinated, staring in awe at the sight of her whole hand, buried up to the wrist inside my body.

“Oh m-my gosh, Lisa, yes it is. You did it. Now, just… mmmmm… just start moving slowly in and out.” I could hear her hand and my cunt making sticky slurping sounds as she began to pump her arm. It was slow at first, but as her confidence grew, so did her tempo.

“Faster, honey,” I gasped.

And she did, oh mercy she was thrusting faster, then faster still, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she watched me go completely wild, because I was really losing it now, she’d never seen that, and I was so hot, so in need of letting go, of casting aside any restraint, of becoming a fucking crazed sex animal for my young lover…

I was moaning, my body was trembling as if it was about to come apart at the seams, and then I fumbled a hand between my legs to stroke my clit, the other shaking hand reaching out to caress that industrious arm that was fucking me so hard, so deep, so good!

Oh yes, my wonderful Lisa was really giving it to me, better than any man ever had, my little lesbian angel breaking me in half with that beautiful fist, knowing somehow that the faster she went, the crazier I got.

When it hit, I saw big, bright cartoon stars. It was just… blinding, I came so hard. Then a velvety darkness came swooping down, and I blacked out.

When I came to, Lisa was nestled in my arms, her hand lightly resting on my still-tingling sex. And without meaning to, I fell asleep.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By JetBoy

When I peeked into the living room, Vanessa was stalking Lisa around the couch, trying to exact revenge for the bite on her bottom. “But you said I could!” she insisted.

“Changed my mi-ind…” Lisa sang.

Nessa made a feint to one side, then lunged toward the other. With a snort of mirth, Lisa easily countered my daughter’s move. She turned and wiggled her rump at Vanessa. “Can’t smack my bu-utt, can’t smack my bu-utt…” she mocked.

Vanessa turned to me, folding her arms. “Mo-om… Lisa said I could smack her butt back, but now she’s not letting me — ”

“Didn’t either! I said you could bite my butt. But you don’t get to smack me.”

“But you– ”

“Hold on, just hold on!” Mom’s Court was in session, the Honorable Roxanne Johnson presiding. Seating myself on the sofa, I looked at Vanessa. “You said it didn’t hurt.”

She frowned. “I know… but — ”

“Yeah!” Lisa leaned over the couch back by me. I sensed the warmth of her body. “If it didn’t hurt, what d’ya wanna get me back for?”

“Because… because you… bit my butt!” She huffed in indignation.

“But she said she was sorry. Didn’t you, Lisa? And did you honestly mean it?”

Lisa nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes, yes ma’am, yes! I am so, so sorry.” She stuck out her hand across the back of the couch. “For biting. Your. Butt.”

Vanessa reluctantly took Lisa’s hand. “Okay, I guess.”

“There we go.” The girls were still topless, and I could feel Lisa’s breast briefly touch my shoulder, then depart as she came back around to the front of the sofa and plopped herself down. “Now. You two want to finish playing Twister?”

“Nah,” Vanessa said, rubbing her bottom. “I’m done with that game for life! I wanna play a game where you don’t end up with tooth marks on your keister.”

Lisa nodded. “Yeah, let’s play somethin’ different. Somethin’ cool!”

“I know!” Nessa said. “Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

“Yeah!” Lisa cheered. “Good idea!”

“What, just the two of you?”

Turning to me, Vanessa seized my hand. “No, Mom — you play too!”

Truth or Dare? With two eleven-year-old objects of lust, one of them my own daughter? And I’d thought Twister was a big risk! “Ohh, no — ”

Lisa put her hands together, as if in prayer. “Oh, yes, yes, pleeeease, Mrs. Johnson? Pleeeeeease?”

“Pleeeeeease?” chimed Vanessa. “You wouldn’t play Twister with us, now you gotta play this, Mom!” Now they were both on their knees before me, like petitioners at the King’s court. I tried and failed to suppress a smile.

“But it’s not really a mom’s game, sweetheart. I mean, Truth or Dare is all about telling secrets and doing things that mothers aren’t supposed to know about, right?”

The girls pondered this, then Lisa said, “How ‘bout, just for this game, you’re not Nessa’s mom… you’re one of us instead!”

“Yeah, Mom! Then you can be our girlfriend!” Vanessa said excitedly.

“Yeah, do that!” Lisa added. “Girlfriends forever!”

Then the twin chorus began again. “Pleeeeeease?”

“Well… okay,” I muttered.

“Yaaaaay!!” Nessa and Lisa bounced up and down, then moved to join me on the couch, one topless girl on each side.

On the surface, I was trying to seem reluctant. Inside, I was anything but. Who knew where this might lead — especially since I was now their “girlfriend”?

I remembered playing Truth or Dare with girls I knew, and some of the sexy antics that our games had led to. In fact, that was how I’d experienced my first genuine kiss with a girl, a cute tenth grader named Nora Finster — and a week later, we’d gone considerably farther than that, parked near the lake in her mother’s Toyota.

I smiled at the memory, wondering whatever happened to Nora, then noticed that the girls were waiting for me to start the game. “So then, who goes first?” I said.

“You start, Mom!” Vanessa said. Lisa eagerly nodded in agreement.

Hmmm. I wasn’t ready to begin with a dare, so… “I’ll pick Truth. Vanessa?”

“Okay,” my daughter replied, a bit breathlessly. “Tell us… tell us about your first kiss!”

“Ooooohhh, good one!” enthused a grinning Lisa.

I paused, reflected. “My first kiss… hmmm, that goes back a few years… but I know when and where, and who with. I was thirteen, at my friend Jill Rogan’s party. Bobby Meeghan kissed me in the back yard.”

Lisa swayed forward and back, eyes alight with curiosity. “How? How did he kiss you?”

“It happened when we went outside to see the fireflies. In Kentucky, they’re out in force on summer nights. You remember, Nessa, when we were at Grandma’s a few years ago, and you got to see them?”

“Oh, yeah!” Vanessa said, smiling warmly at the memory. “It’s awesome — little moving lights everywhere!”

“Anyhow, Bobby and I were in sort of a boyfriend-girlfriend thing, though all we’d really done was hold hands. But that night, he led me out to the middle of the yard, and we just stood there for a minute or two, not saying anything, watching the fireflies. Then, well, Bobby just kissed me. And it was great!”

Lisa nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. “Did he use his tongue?”

“Lisa!” Nessa was shocked.

I raised an eyebrow, then gave Lisa a very tiny wink that Nessa didn’t see. “Yes… yes, he did.”

“Wo-o-ow…”

“Um, Mom?” my daughter began hesitantly, a mysterious hint of pink in her cheeks. “Back when you were, uh, learning to kiss, did you ever, um…”

“Hey!” Lisa interrupted. “No fair askin’ about other stuff, goofus! She did her truth, now it’s someone else’s turn.”

Nessa’s blush deepened. “Oh, yeah. Never mind.” Funny, she seemed almost relieved. I felt a twinge of curiosity… what had she wanted to know?

“Okay, Ms. Johnson… now pick one of us!“

“Uh-huh… well. then I pick… you!” I swung my finger towards Lisa. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” she cried.

I had to grin at her boldness. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure what kind of dare to give her. My dirty mind immediately began to churn out ideas that would have been perfect if my daughter hadn’t been there, each wilder than the one before.

Think, Roxanne. Think.

That was when my daughter spoke up. “Can I give her a dare, Mom? I’ve got a good one!”

I looked at Lisa. “Is that okay for this round? It’s been ages since I’ve played this — I need time to think of some good dares.”

“Sure, yeah,” Lisa shrugged.

“Okay, Vanessa… she’s all yours.”

“Cool!” she squealed. My daughter was seated with her thighs spread wide apart, giving me an excellent view of her panty-clad slit. Very nice, I told myself, trying not to let my thoughts stray any further in that direction.

“So, Lisa” Nessa murmured, “You have to…” A dramatic pause. “You have to get a spanking from my mom for biting my butt!”

Lisa’s mouth dropped. So did mine, I’m sure.

I was immediately shaking my head. “No, no, Vanessa, that’s not fair…”

“But it’s a dare!”

Oddly enough, Lisa came to Vanessa’s defence, though reluctantly. “It’s true, it is a dare…”

I could not see this happening, however enjoyable. Too, too risky. “Wait a minute, Nessa — this would be a dare for me, wouldn’t it? To spank Lisa?”

“No,” Vanessa insisted. “I’m just… I’m daring her to get spanked, is all.”

“But…”

“She’s right,” Lisa said. “It’s a dare. I can’t not do it!”

“See, Mom? Even she says so.”

Oh, shit. Well, there was no graceful way out of this without playing the Uptight Mom card and spoiling the fun for everybody. It was a scenario fraught with danger… but this little party had entered the Lair of the Dare, and I had to play the game.

“Okay.” Lisa stood. “If I’m gonna do this…” She looked at Vanessa. “How do I get spanked?”

Vanessa pondered, rubbing her chin, then declared, “Lyin’ across Mom’s knees.”

“Oh, I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said, throwing up my hands.

Lisa looked down at me, a mock-serious expression on her face. “A dare is a dare.”

“Yup. Lisa’s been bad, so she’s gotta get her butt smacked!” Vanessa giggled.

Lisa nudged her with a foot. “Farthead.”

Vanessa stuck her tongue out, then turned to me. “Ready, Mom?”

I was very confused about how I should handle this, but couldn’t deny my rising excitement. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose…”

Perverse as it was, there was something about touching Lisa’s bare bottom in front of my daughter that genuinely aroused me. Best of all, it had been Nessa’s idea in the first place! All I had to do was play it cool, keep my lust for Lisa from showing.

Lisa began to stretch out across my thighs, then paused. “Hold on,” she murmured, “I forgot something.” She quickly reached for the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her ankles.

I was surprised, but Vanessa was flat-out stunned. “Lisa! Wh-what are you doing!?”

Daintily stepping out of those pink knickers, Lisa said, “That’s how Mom always spanks me. We gotta do this the right way, or it don’t count.” Now completely naked, she laid herself down over my lap, then peered up at Nessa and I. “Okay?”

Still trying to breathe normally, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

“Um, okay, I guess,” Vanessa said. Staring at Lisa’s nudity, she slowly seated herself on the right arm of the sofa.

I fought to keep my hands from quivering as I drank in the sight of Lisa’s flawless bottom. And I was about to touch it while my daughter watched!

Glancing up again, Lisa asked, “Hey, how many spanks do I get?”

I hadn’t even thought about that. “Er… two? Three?”

“That’s not a spanking!” protested Vanessa. “I say she should have ten of ‘em.”

“Hey, I didn’t bite your butt ten times!” Lisa fired back.

“No, and you’re lucky, too, ’cause every bite’s worth ten spanks! Right, Mom?”

I fumbled around for a response — luckily, Lisa spoke up first. “Yeah, sure. I guess that’s fair.”

That startled me, and no mistake. Did she genuinely want to be spanked? That was when it hit me: Of course she wants to. Jesus, this is probably like some kind of kinky foreplay for her!

Lisa’s voice, muffled by a sofa cushion, broke into my reverie. “Okay, I’m ready… go ahead.”

“Yeah, Mom,” Vanessa chimed in, an odd hint of anticipation in her tone.

I took a deep, calming breath to brace myself. “Here goes, then.” I brought my hand down ever-so-lightly on her smooth bare bottom — more like a firm caress, honestly.

“Mo-om… that’s not a spank!”

Lisa lifted her head. “Yeah, you have’ta really spank me. That’s the only way I can win the dare!” As if to emphasize her point, she flexed her buttocks. I heard a little gasp of surprise from Vanessa.

“Okay, but you asked for it.” I put more into the next one, a medium-sized slap that made her cheeks jiggle just a bit.

“Yeah,” I heard Vanessa breathe to herself. I glanced up at her, but she didn’t even notice — her eyes were riveted to Lisa’s bare bottom. I felt a swift rush of warmth beneath my belly as I took a more thorough look at my daughter. Nessa’s cheeks were noticeably flushed, and this time I could clearly see that her nipples were stiff and erect.

More thrilling than that, she was actually riding the arm of the couch, subtly working her panty-covered sex against the suede upholstery. My arousal soared even higher as I watched my daughter stimulate herself to the spectacle of me spanking her best friend.

Another smack to Lisa’s butt, making her squeal. This time, she wiggled her ass a bit and flexed it again, then blurted, “You can do it harder than that!”

I’d never before been turned on by things like domination, bondage or spanking, but everything about this had my juices flowing: the thrill of having a naked young girl draped across my lap, the warmth of her, the softness of her skin — even the satisfying crack of my hand as it made contact.

This time, I let her have it. Nice and hard. SMACK!

“Owww, yeah, that’s… that’s it!” The muffled voice was strained, but eager. No doubt about it, Lisa was really into this!

I gave her three more, each about five seconds apart. She gave a long shivery moan, and it was difficult to know whether it was in agony or ecstasy. Some of each, I suspected. By then, her buttocks were turning a bright pink.

With the last blow, Lisa raised her hips up from the sofa, thighs spread apart to reveal the tiny pucker of her anus.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from my daughter at the sight. Was it my imagination, or could I feel the sofa shiver from the movements she was making against the arm?

Still, my attention was centered on Lisa. “You okay, sweetie?” I asked, my hand casually resting on her warm bottom. A hell of a lot warmer than it was five minutes ago, anyhow.

“Uh-huh…” Lisa said, sounding somewhat out of breath.

I glanced up at my daughter. “Nessa, you’re keeping count, right? How many more?” I asked.

Vanessa gaped at me for a few seconds, fighting to regain her composure. “I think… ummm, three more?”

The sight of her glassy expression shook me up in a big way. My God, is she about to come?

Somehow, I sensed that I had to feign ignorance as to what my daughter was doing. Nothing to see here, folks, Clueless Mom is on duty.

Realizing that things were getting out of hand, I took it much easier with the last three spanks. It was really more of a slap-and-hold motion, then two more, ending with a gentle squeeze. And with that, I was done. Oh, mercy, was I ever done.

I sat motionless for a few seconds, getting my bearings, unable to believe that the simple act of spanking a girl of eleven could get me so incredibly hot. It had, though. Thank goodness I put my panties back on, I told myself. Otherwise, I’d have left a wet spot on this couch the size of a dinner plate.

Putting my lust to one side, I studied Lisa’s bottom, noticing that it did seem rather red and irritated. No marks or welts, but there had to be at least some soreness.

Once more, I looked up at Vanessa, watching my daughter regain her focus. She still seemed a bit dazed — surprised, perhaps, by how close she’d come to losing control? And again, I had to pretend not to have noticed. “Nessa? Honey, can you go to my bathroom and get the lotion? It’s the blue bottle next to the sink.”

A silent nod, and she was on her way — walking somewhat unsteadily, I observed.

Once my daughter was safely out of range, I pried Lisa’s buttocks open, revealing her anal cleft. Taking a moment to admire the view, I bent down and planted a warm, wet, and extremely hot French kiss directly on her rosebud, followed by a few swipes of the tongue. Yum!

She squealed, “Oooooohhh! Oh, wow, yeah…” her bottom arching to meet my wicked mouth.

I could have happily rimmed her for a good long while, but had to sit up straight when I heard my daughter’s feet coming back down the hall. Then Vanessa was at my side, the bottle of lotion in her hand.

I was just about to take it from her when a crazy impulse struck me, one I couldn’t resist.

“Thanks, hon,” I murmured, casual as you please. “Now put some of that on Lisa’s bottom.”

“ME?! B-but I don’t — ”

Time for an appearance from Stern Mom. “Now, you put that lotion on Lisa right now, young lady. Whose idea was it for her to get spanked, hmm?”

She meekly nodded. “Um, okay.” Seating herself on the edge of the coffee table, she squirted a dollop of lotion into her hand, staring at her friend’s rosy bottom. “Geez, that’s pretty red. Does it hurt?”

“Some… no thanks to you.” Lisa gave her butt a provocative wriggle.

My daughter set the bottle down beside her, then hesitated. “Uhhh…”

“Go ahead, honey. Just… put some on her, then smooth it around. Make her feel better.”

Vanessa glanced up at me, chewing nervously at her lower lip. Taking in a deep, calming breath, she hesitantly placed her lotioned hand on Lisa’s bottom, then began to smear the creamy liquid over it.

“Mmmmm,” Lisa purred. “Wow, Nessa, that feels good!”

Vanessa’s hand grew bolder, and started moving in a circle. I felt a pang inside, longing to be soothing Lisa’s butt myself — but I had to admit that watching my daughter do it instead was extremely erotic.

Down below, I could feel the warmth of Lisa’s bare sex against my thigh. She was flexing her bottom rhythmically. “That’s great, yeah. Nice an’ cool. You can do it harder, if you want!”

My daughter began to lean into her work, firmly massaging Lisa’s buttocks with both hands.

Touching Vanessa’s shoulder, I murmured, “That’s right, honey… good job.”

I began to stroke her naked back. Nothing sexual, not exactly — the kind of casual affection that any mom might give her daughter. Only at that moment, my thoughts were far from motherly.

What would Nessa do, I wondered, if I let my hand stray around to the front of her body — fondle those lovely breasts…

It might have been some kind of hallucination, but I swore that I could detect a hint of a sweet fragrance, perfuming the air as I caressed my daughter’s back. It was the aroma of sexual excitement, the girls’ and mine, mingled with that of the papaya-scented lotion…

Nessa’s breathing had deepened, as if she too sensed the raw sexuality in the air. “Is… is that okay, Lisa?”

“Uh-huh. Keep goin’, it’s great.” Lisa, too, was breathing harder.

And as Vanessa worked the lotion into Lisa’s cheeks, she gazed up at me, a look of purest adoration on her face, and snuggled her body closer to mine. My arm twined around her waist, and I bent to kiss her temple. Her head tilted back and she looked at me again, eyes shining. Unable to help myself, I leaned in close to place a tender kiss on her bee-stung lips.

We slowly drew apart, making eye contact for the third time. It was like peering into my daughter’s soul. I saw love there, and more than love. She took a deep, shaky breath, as did I.

Hands still busy massaging her friend’s bottom, Nessa leaned in close and kissed me, her lips parting oh, so slightly. Then, her face touching mine, she whispered, “I love you, Mom.”

“I — I love you too, dear heart.” Oh, God, we were close to something, I knew not what, but I was on the verge of kissing my own daughter like a lover — and might have done, too, except…

“Hey!” Lisa had caught Vanessa’s hand between her cheeks. “Are we done here?”

Nessa’s blush was delightful. “Oh! Um, yeah, I guess.” Pulling away from me, she gave Lisa’s butt a small slap. “You want me to spank you now?”

“Well… I gotta pee.”

Vanessa recoiled in mock horror. “Ewwww! Well, go, don’t pee on me!”

Lisa leapt up from the sofa, Nessa followed suit — and they scattered to the four corners of the house, the moment gone. But not forgotten.

I sat there in a daze, my head spinning like a drunken carousel. What just happened? I asked myself.

Lisa and I had been playing a risky game of flirtation and seduction, right under my daughter’s nose. And somehow, Vanessa had become a part of it. If she hadn’t become aroused — first, by seeing Lisa spanked, then by rubbing lotion into her butt — then it was the best imitation of arousal I’d ever seen.

Is my daughter a budding lesbian? Does she have a crush on Lisa?

Then there was that…that moment that my baby girl and I had shared just moments earlier.

Could it be? Could my own daughter, my Vanessa, actually be feeling lust for…

Annoyed, I gave my head a hard shake. Enough. Stop having these thoughts about Nessa, they’re idiotic! And unhealthy.

I already had one underage lover, the last damned thing I needed was two. Especially when one of them was my own flesh and blood. I’d allowed myself to get carried away with those screwy incest fantasies, and if I didn’t shut them down, there might be another one of those moments — this time, without a Lisa around to save me from making a move on my little girl.

I rose shakily from the sofa, shaking my head to banish the cobwebs, then meandered into the kitchen, suddenly very much in the mood for a soothing glass of wine. Maybe bring the whole bottle back.

Moments later, my glass of Cabernet nicely topped up, I returned to the living room and turned on the TV. The girls could be heard romping around upstairs.

A brief search through the available movies led me to an old favorite, The Pink Panther Strikes Again. I’d missed the first fifteen minutes, but what the hell.

I relaxed and settled into the couch, making sure to leave room for Nessa and Lisa on either side in case they came back down to join me.

Continue on to Chapter 6