Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

Introduction: This is adapted from / inspired by “Loli,” a story by Louisa May. It is the fourth of my reworkings of her lesbian erotica.

More than any other author, it was Louisa May who made me want to write sex fiction. I posted my first story nearly ten years ago and never looked back. Along the way, I used to unwind from long bouts of writing by tinkering with the stories of other writers, interpreting their work in my own way — like a jazz musician taking a familiar tune and turning it into something new. I especially enjoyed this exercise with the stories of Louisa May.

These were done for my own pleasure, never intended to be made public — at least not until I sent a copy of one of them to fellow author Androgyne as a thank-you for her nice remarks about one of my stories. She wrote back to insist that I post it at Leslita. After I replied with my reservations about doing so, she suggested that I present the story as a loving tribute to Louisa May.

I ended up doing several more variations on her stories; thankfully, one day Louisa May appeared again at Leslita with a new offering, and gave me her blessing when I wrote to call her attention to my humble efforts.

It should be mentioned that I’ve really only retained the plot of “Loli” here. The story itself has been thoroughly rewritten in my own style, with considerable details added that weren’t in the original. So if you don’t like what you read, it’s not Louisa May’s fault.

Thank you, Louisa May, for your wonderful stories and your kindness. Wherever you are, may your joys be many, your tribulations few.

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Summer had just begun, the weather was glorious, and my eleven-year-old daughter Vanessa had a new friend who was dropping by for a dip in our swimming pool.

Lisa’s parents had recently moved to our area, just in time for their daughter to catch the last two months of fifth grade at my daughter’s school — a transition that couldn’t have been at all easy for a girl on the cusp of teenhood. Luckily, my Vanessa met Lisa a few weeks before school let out, and had taken a liking to her right away. That was when I began to hear about “…this new girl from St. Louis. She’s the coolest, Mom!”

I’d just spent a week getting our swimming pool ready for summer — started up the filtration system, topped up the water level, chlorinated it, vacuumed it, skimmed it, burned incense and intoned a prayer to the gods over it. Now my labors were complete, and Vanessa wanted to show it off, so Lisa was invited to our home for the first time.

I remember thinking even then, as I stood at the living room window, watching the girls frolic in the water, that there was something truly fascinating about Lisa. For one thing, she had incredibly bright red hair that shone like copper in the midday sun. Then there was her pretty freckled face, which had a tendency toward very cartoonish expressions when she was excited. Which was often.

She had a walk that I’d have to describe as cat-like. Or perhaps it was more like a dancer’s interpretation of a cat prowling its space, somehow restless and relaxed at the same time. There was a slight hunch to her shoulders that angled her head forward just a bit — as if she was on the alert, ready to pounce at some unseen prey.

I didn’t notice myself getting turned on right away, or that I was deriving genuine pleasure from watching little Lisa so closely. What I remember is studying the girls as they nimbly capered in and around the pool, comparing one to the other. I recall being impressed with how much Vanessa had grown over the winter, especially her cute rounded bottom, so different from Lisa’s slimmer one.

Nessa’s breasts were coming in nicely — I’d gotten her fitted for that first training bra only a few months earlier — while Lisa’s were only just beginning to bud. On the other hand, her nipples were rather prominent. I could see them, clearly defined as anything through her one-piece bathing suit. Are they erect, I found myself wondering, or just big for her age?

Then, after a particularly animated leap into the water, Lisa scrambled from the pool, only to reveal that her suit had crept up into the cleft between her legs in a most revealing way. Casually tugging it back down, she darted back to the diving board, flinging herself back into the deep end with a Tarzan yell.

I stared, uncertain of why my heart was racing so. Goodness me…

I’d been leading a bisexual life ever since splitting with my husband two years earlier — in fact, my love for women was what finally put the kibosh on an already shaky marriage — and as time passed, my craving for lesbian sex only grew more intense. I still liked men, but they seemed increasingly less interesting to me.

That said, the idea of being aroused by a girl of eleven was a bit too much to wrap my head around, so my mind simply refused to acknowledge it. Denying the obvious, I blamed the glow I felt inside on the mellow warmth of the day, as well as the great mood I was in.

In fact, I felt an abrupt urge to put on a bathing suit, go onto the patio and join the fun. Usually when Nessa had friends over to swim, I let them have the pool to themselves, figuring that nobody needed Mom getting in the mix. Too much like having a supervisor around, putting a damper on everyone’s fun. But that day, my need to be a part of things was simply too strong to resist.

I made my way upstairs and dug through the bottom drawer of my lingerie chest, digging out my old reliable beer bottle-green one-piece bathing suit, the one I always swam in — then suddenly, I paused.

I’m bored to tears with this old thing, I thought, studying it critically, then stuffing it back in the drawer under everything else. The gesture felt liberating, like burying a part of myself that I was well rid of.

Taking a deep breath, I padded over to the walk-in closet and switched on the light. Inside, sitting next to my shoe rack, was a certain neon-blue shopping bag I’d placed there last July.

I seated myself on the bed, reached inside and pulled it out — the skimpiest, most daring bikini I’d ever owned, black as sin and just as enticing, its price tag still attached.

I’d seen it in a hip little boutique one day, when my friend Erica and I hit the mall together a year or so after my divorce. The instant I laid an idle finger on it, her eyes had lit up like a pinball machine. “Honey pie, you have got to have this,” she announced in her transplanted Georgia drawl. “Wear that li’l old thing to the beach, and you’ll be beatin’ the men off with a pool cue!”

I wasn’t quite ready to tell Erica that my tastes were leaning more toward the ladies…. so I made some lewd crack of the order of How exactly do you beat a man off with a pool cue — and what happens if he likes it? We shared a good laugh, then moved on to another store. But Erica insisted on buying me that black bikini before we left. “An early birthday present, dear heart,” she laughed, shoving the bag into my hands.

Now nearly a year later, I was slipping into it for the first time. While half my brain asked, Who on earth are you wearing this for? the other half insisted that I ought to look as good as possible around Vanessa’s cool new friend.

The moment of truth. I steeled myself for that first glimpse in the mirror, then slowly turned to face it.

Yes. Oh, my, yes. Pivoting from side to side, turning around to check myself from the back, I studied the effect and approved. Pretty damn fine for a thirtysomething mom, yes indeed. That gym membership I’d signed up for after my divorce had been money well spent.

The new bikini was a daring choice, revealing much more skin than I was accustomed to — in fact, my ass was all but completely bare. But right then, it was exactly the image I felt like projecting to the world. I may look more like Florence Henderson than a supermodel, but a mom can still be sexy, can’t she?

Preparing myself to make a grand entrance, I sauntered toward the bedroom door, made my way down the stairs, then boldly strode out onto the pool patio as if I was mounting a catwalk.

It got the reaction I wanted and then some. From the middle of the pool, Vanessa ceased her splashing and turned to look — then her eyes got somewhat enormous.

“Mom!” she squealed. “Holy cow, what are you wearing?”

From her seated perch on the edge of the diving board, Lisa gave a wolf whistle, those lovely bare legs of hers swinging back and forth. “She’s wearin’ a hot bathing suit, dumbhead!”

Nessa gave her friend a mock-scowl. “I can see that, ya goofball!” She swiveled back to me. “Where’s your green suit, Mom?”

Trying to look perfectly innocent, I replied, “Well… I just felt like trying something different today.” I looked down at myself. “I don’t know, hon — do you think it doesn’t work for me?”

My daughter studied me, pursing her lips. “No, it looks really good, I guess. But it’s so, so…”

“Sexy!” cried Lisa, now standing on the diving board. There was an eager glint in her eyes, a look I’d almost describe as hungry — like this girl of eleven wanted to put me on a cracker and devour it in a single gulp.

Then she astonished me even further by doing a leggy little bump-and-grind dance, chanting “S! E! X! Y! SEXY!” I could only stare as Lisa worked it, her slim hips churning to and fro.

Suddenly she bounded forward, did a big bounce on the edge of the diving board and leapt into the pool. Her head broke the surface about two feet from where Vanessa stood, and she shrieked, “SEXYYYY!”

Vanessa snickered. “God, you are such a nut.”

Lisa reached out and grabbed her new friend’s arms, “No, no, c’mon — do it with me!”

So Vanessa, suddenly caught up in Lisa’s giddy mood, joined her in shouting “S! E! X! Y! SEXYYYY!” even throwing in some improvised cheerleader moves before collapsing in a fit of splashes and giggles.

The thing was, I did feel sexy. Hot and bothered, even. Something about strutting my stuff in front of two cute young girls really seemed to get my motor purring, I still didn’t quite understand why. But as long as it felt good, why stop showing off?

As I walked to the ladder, I added a sensuous sway to my gait, very conscious of two pairs of eyes taking in the sight. I turned to descend and, with a little hitch and a dip, lowered myself into the water, then did a couple of laps from one end of the pool to the other to warm up, pausing to sweep my wet hair back.

“I’m gettin’ all wrinkly,” Nessa said, frowning at her hands. “Hey, Lisa, wanna go watch TV? We got a big old box set of Bugs Bunny DVDs.”

“Sure, but in a minute,” Lisa answered. “I wanna swim just a little bit more, okay?”

Vanessa shrugged. “Well, I’m gonna get out before I shrivel up.” She clambered out of the pool, dripping all over, and grabbed a towel from one of the deck chairs. “C’mon into the family room when you’re done!” she added, vigorously drying her hair as she padded into the house.

For the first time that afternoon, the patio was quiet. Then a bashful Lisa came paddling over to me. She treaded water for a moment, clearly wanting to speak. Finally, she said, “Hi, Ms. Johnson.”

“Hello, Lisa,” I replied, giving her a welcoming smile.

I stood against the side of the pool, my arms stretched out along the edge, face tilted upward to catch the sun’s warmth, Lisa gazing at me the whole time. I glanced over at her every once in awhile to find her big eyes on me. They were greener than I thought it possible for eyes to be, especially against her freckled skin. They gave her face a very pretty, very elfin quality.

“That’s a really cool bathing suit,” Lisa said, the words coming out in a rush.

So adorable. I had to smile. “Thank you, Lisa. I’m glad you like it.” I was, too.

She nodded, then her expression turned wistful. “I wish my mom would let me get a new bathing suit.”

“Well, maybe she will soon,” I murmured. “It’s certainly the time of year for it.”

She gave a disdainful huff. “Naah. She says this one,” and she peered down forlornly, “this stupid thing has to do me for the whole summer! It hardly fits, even! Can you believe it?” She was scowling very cutely, her nose scrunched up like a Lisa cartoon.

That was when fate handed me a flash of inspiration, and I seized it with both hands.

“You know what, Lisa? We might have something you could use. Vanessa has swimsuits galore, and I doubt she needs all of them, so why don’t I pick out a couple–”

“Omigosh! How cool!” Lisa squealed, She fell back and did a somersault in the water. As she did, I could see that yes, she was in dire need of a new swimsuit — the crotch had slipped to one side, giving me a brief glimpse of pinkness between her legs.

Before I could fully digest what I’d seen, Lisa burst from beneath the water snorting, grinning, and glowing with happiness. “Thank you, Ms. Johnson! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She swiftly paddled over to me and placed a clumsy kiss on my cheek, then just as swiftly swam to the ladder and hoisted herself out of the water.

I couldn’t help but stare. That one-piece suit didn’t fit her very well — I don’t know what her mother could have been thinking — and revealed a glistening, pale-skinned, and absolutely flawless bottom.

As she bent to pick up her own towel, Lisa quite casually reached around to pluck the suit out of her rear once again. Quickly towelling off, she strutted into the house, turning to call out, “See you inside!” accompanied by a little wave.

I stood there in the water like an idiot, trying not to let my mind dwell on that peek I’d just gotten of Lisa’s sex. Deep down inside, my conscious self was beginning to realize where these feelings of arousal were coming from — but I stubbornly thrust those thoughts away.

She’s a nice girl, I told myself. I’m so glad Vanessa made friends with her. Then my mind turned to the prospect of finding Lisa a suit among the ones my daughter never wore any more, of helping her try a few of them on, adjusting them on her…

Suddenly I found myself wanting to go back to my room for a moment and… unwind.

Was that how I justified it to myself? All I knew was that there was a stubborn tingling between my thighs that simply had to be dealt with. So I got out of the pool, dried myself, then wandered up to the bedroom.

The door was half ajar, and I was startled by the sight of Lisa, stripping off her bathing suit in front of my large mirror. I’d heard Vanessa downstairs, and had assumed that they were together.

She paused, intently studying her reflection in the glass. The mirror didn’t catch the door, or me.

The one-piece suit had been pulled down to her waist, leaving Lisa topless. She peered at herself, then suddenly thrust her chest out — a gesture I remembered from my own younger, less developed days. She caressed her breasts, then brought both index fingers to her nipples and lightly teased them. I watched, utterly enthralled, as the dark buds stiffened visibly to her touch.

Then she tugged her suit down even further, just enough to reveal her slit. She studied that too for awhile, then abruptly turned to check out her bottom. She arched it out, then pulled the suit down to her knees to see it bare.

My sex was pulsing like a bass drum, and that sensation only grew more acute when Lisa pulled the suit all the way down and stepped out of it. Looking over her shoulder, she reached back to spread her cheeks apart with both hands, exposing herself completely.

Oh, my. I grew warm all over as the realization hit me that I wanted to be there, down on my knees behind this exquisite young girl, kissing that beautiful bottom.

I was stunned — ashamed of myself, of these feelings. But not enough to stop watching.

A good thing too, because she abruptly turned to face the mirror and sat on the bed, thighs wide apart, her vagina wide open to the glass. And she began to touch herself.

This is what, I think, sent me over the edge of arousal into obsession — watching this eleven-year-old girl masturbate so freely in front of the mirror, the same one that I’d used many times for the same purpose.

Lisa continued to fondle her bare sex… and though I couldn’t see well enough to know for sure, I pictured her fingers glistening with moisture, sweet honey oozing from her slit as she grew more and more excited.

As for me, I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

All of a sudden Lisa threw her head back, gasping as she began to come. She shook and whimpered, her body rocking back and forth, fingers digging between her thighs. Finally a cute little squeak came from her open mouth as she froze for a long moment, then sighed happily and slowly lay back on my bed.

I moved back slowly, tiptoed through the hallway and almost ran down the stairs. I stopped in the kitchen and absently opened the refrigerator door, my mind in a whirl.

What in God’s name was happening to me? I was lightheaded with desire and scared silly. All my life I’d seen myself as a normal, well-adjusted woman. Now I was lusting after a girl of eleven! Images of Lisa’s nude body assailed me, made my cunt throb. I pictured myself lying between her spread legs, licking at that sweet, smooth slit — No, damn it, don’t go there.

I stood gaping at the refrigerator’s contents, looking without seeing anything.

“Mom?” I started, then turned to see Vanessa looking at me, hands on her hips. She was wearing a long t-shirt over her damp bathing suit.

I did my best to appear calm, despite the storm raging inside. “Hmm?”

My daughter rolled her eyes. “What’s up? You’ve been standing there lookin’ in the fridge for, like, ten minutes. Can I get in there now?”

I stepped aside. “Sorry, hon, I’m just… thinking about stuff. Guess I went away for awhile there.” I glanced around the room. “Where’s Lisa?”

Vanessa reached to the back of the top shelf for a can of 7-Up. “She went upstairs to change. Don’t know why it’s takin’ her so long.”

I did some mental calculation, and decided that Lisa ought to have gotten herself cleaned up and dressed by then. “Go up and see… and while you’re at it, you get changed too, kiddo. You’ll catch cold in that wet swimsuit.”

“Don’t leave that empty can in your room,” I said, but she was already gone.

There I was, alone with my very dirty, very forbidden thoughts. God, I need a stiff drink.

Opening the refrigerator again, I extracted a fifth of Stolichnaya from the freezer, unscrewed the top and poured a generous slug into a plastic Little Mermaid tumbler, the first thing my hand encountered in the cabinet. I threw back the drink and paused for breath as the icy heat of the vodka hit me.

I’d just put the bottle back and rinsed out the tumbler when Lisa came into the kitchen, fully dressed and with a freshly fucked look on that cute face of hers. Sounds crude, I know — but I knew that look, and Lisa had it. Eleven years old or not, she had it. The slightly tousled hair, the dreamy cast to her eyes and, more than anything else, that rosy afterglow of a good orgasm.

Her eyes met mine, and an adorable hint of pink appeared on her cheeks.

“Want a 7-Up?” I asked her.

“No, thanks,” she replied, shaking her head. She did look a bit guilty, unconsciously avoiding my gaze.

“Lisa?”

She turned to me, those enchanting eyes of hers widening slightly. “Hm?”

I gave her a look of concern, all the while trying to still my racing heart. “Are you feeling okay? You look a bit, um, out of breath.”

Another blush. “I’m okay.” She seemed to want to say something. Finally, she did. “Ms. Johnson?”

“Yes, Lisa?”

She hesitated. “Oh, nothing…” I waited. She looked back at me again. I played along.

Lisa remained silent, so I placed a hand on her shoulder. Big reassuring smile. “What is it, dear?”

“Do you…?” Lisa’s hands were clasped tightly before her.

“Do I…?”

When she spoke, it all came out in a torrent. “DoyouthinkI’mpretty?” The words finally out, Lisa quickly covered her flushed face with both hands, peeking at me between the spread fingers.

I just stood there, the next thing to being naked in my black bikini, trying to conceal the passion that was raging inside me. Taking a deep breath, I knelt down in front of Lisa, uncovering her face by taking one of her hands and cradling it in mine.

“Oh, Lisa… of course you’re pretty.” I suppose I should have left it at that, but the sight of those emerald eyes made me add, “In fact, you’re just about the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Now I was blushing.

She just stared at me, her mouth slightly open. “Really? Really and truly?”

All I could do was nod, lost in the awakening joy I saw on Lisa’s face.

She suddenly opened her arms and wrapped herself around me. I felt her lips briefly nuzzle my neck, and came perilously close to moaning out loud. Unable to help myself, I drew her slender body even closer to mine in a warm, affectionate hug.

My head swam as I breathed in Lisa’s scent, drinking it in like fine wine, feeling an almost violent rush of lust when I recognized the telltale bouquet of sex. I longed to take her index finger into my mouth, see if I could taste the sharp tang of her pussy.

Before I was ready to break our embrace, her arms released me, and we slowly moved apart. She smiled sweetly, whispered, “Thank you,” then left the room without a backward glance. My eyes were drawn to that cute bottom of hers, and I was already thinking about a few things I wanted to do to it.

I rose to my feet, then stood motionless for a moment, my body humming like a struck bell. With one hand, I touched the place on my neck where her lips had been, while the other found its way between my thighs, pressing in tightly, feeling the heat of lust through my bikini bottoms.

All right, now I would go to my room and lock the door behind me. It was time to get out of this bathing suit and into some serious self-exploration.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By JetBoy

Joan followed Nina meekly, her daughter leading her to the king-sized bed. She allowed herself to be guided into a reclining position atop the bedspread, her legs gently eased apart by Nina’s hands. So she can lick me, Joan told herself. So she can go down on her mother. 

She felt the bed shift as a warm, still damp body lay down alongside hers… then a tiny cry escaped Joan’s lips as she felt Nina nuzzle her neck.

How long had her daughter said that she had felt this way before leaving home? Four years. Good grief, Joan marveled, she was barely a teenager! 

Suddenly she imagined herself together with Nina as her daughter had been when the girl had first known of her incestuous desire – the awkward fourteen-year-old who always seemed uncomfortable around boys.

What if we had made love back then – when Nina first knew she wanted me? Joan wondered, her head lolling back as Nina’s tongue licked a path down to her right nipple, drawing it into the heat of her mouth. A tiny whimper escaped Joan’s throat. She wouldn’t have left home. I wouldn’t have lost my baby girl.

Her eyes drifted closed as she pictured it — the grown woman and the young girl of fourteen. And as the adult Nina suckled her breast, Joan allowed herself to imagine what it would have been like to undress, to kiss, fondle and enjoy the blooming body of her shy, lovely child.

But that was a fantasy for another day, another time. In the here and now, Nina was a grown woman lying naked in Joan’s arms, pleasuring her breasts. While Nina’s mouth showered affection on one — kissing, sucking and playfully biting her mother’s throbbing nipple — her hand was busy fondling the other.

Joan’s cunt was a raging holocaust, and the orgasm she’d enjoyed just minutes earlier seemed like a distant memory. This was lust as she’d never known it, the kind of passion promised by the romantic novels she’d devoured as a teenager. But no paperback bodice-ripper had ever ended like this!

How could such a thing be happening? After years of secret fantasies about sex with another woman, that dream was finally coming true — with her own daughter! — and it was even lovelier than she’d hoped. Why does this turn me on so much? Joan asked herself, cradling Nina’s face to her heaving breasts.

Joan knew that she should have been horrified, even repulsed by what she was doing with Nina. Instead, she wanted to surrender completely to the moment, to lose herself in love.

“K-kiss me, sweetheart — please!” she blurted, longing to taste her daughter’s mouth again.

Raising her face from a creamy breast, Nina took her mother in a fierce lover’s kiss, thrusting her probing tongue between Joan’s parted lips.

Her heart singing with adoration, Joan matched and even surpassed her daughter’s passion, humming with pleasure as she fucked the young blonde’s mouth.

I don’t give a good goddamn if this is wrong, she thought. Maybe I’ll feel guilty tomorrow, perhaps even in an hour — but right now, I want to make love to every sweet inch of my baby girl’s body. And I want her to have all of me, too.

As if she was reading her mother’s mind, Nina suddenly broke away, staring at the older woman with the  hungry eyes of a predator. “I gotta taste you, Mom,” she said, her voice hoarse with lust. “Can I do that to you, Mommy? Can I love your pussy with my mouth?”

If anything, her daughter’s words sent Joan’s desire soaring even higher. “Yes, Nina,” she whispered, lost in the young blonde’s gaze. “Anything you want from me. I’m yours.”

Quickly pushing herself up, Nina moved between Joan’s outstretched legs. “Raise your knees, Mom.”

When Joan complied, Nina spread the woman’s thighs wide apart, eagerly moistening her lips at the view of her mother’s open sex. “Jesus,” she breathed, reaching out to lightly brush the glistening labia with her fingers. “Your cunt… it’s so beautiful, Mom. Like a blossom. Ooooohh!” she suddenly exclaimed, slipping the tip of a finger inside. “It’s juicy, too…”

Joan had always disliked the word cunt, but in her daughter’s mouth it seemed like poetry. “You made me like that, sweetheart,” she replied — angling her hips up from the bed, as if presenting herself to Nina.

“Yeah?” Nina purred, idly toying with her left nipple. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t keep my mother waiting.”

With that, she slowly lay down between Joan’s parted legs, grasping her mother’s hips with both hands. Nina took in a long, deep breath, drinking in the musky scent of pussy. “Nice,” she murmured, then her tongue emerged to take a light lick.

“Oh!” Joan gasped. It felt absolutely divine — like being touched by a flame, but one that caressed rather than burned.

Before she was able to catch her breath, Nina licked again. Then again. Once more, this time slipping briefly into her opening before her daughter’s mouth covered Joan’s sex in a deep, lustful kiss.

It was too much to withstand. Joan’s body was piano-wire taut with arousal, and when Nina’s probing tongue entered her vagina, it caused that tautness to snap.

She cried out, coming hard, an earthquake of pure rapture shattering her soul into tiny fragments. Nina was eagerly going down on her, the young woman’s mouth doing unimaginable things to her as Joan mauled her own breasts, scissoring the tips of them between shaking fingers.

Then, as Joan’s climax began to wane, Nina’s wicked index finger muscled its way into her asshole — and just like that, she was coming again.

Joan wanted to scream but couldn’t, ached for a long, deep breath but wasn’t able to draw in more than tiny gasps of air through gritted teeth. Nina was nursing at her clitoris, sucking at the erect nubbin while teasing the tip with exquisite flicks of the tongue. Meanwhile, the girl’s finger was buried up to the third knuckle and twisting around in Joan’s rectum, sending exquisite surges of warmth through her quaking belly.

Everything seemed to converge into a dazzling, white-hot, diamond-hard point of light, then immediately blacked out into nothingness.

Returning to consciousness was like swimming upward through murky water, the world glimpsed only in quick snatches until Joan’s eyes fluttered open.

There she was, back in the oddly familiar coziness of the motel room, cradled in the arms of her naked daughter. The sweat that glazed Joan’s body reassured her that only a few seconds had passed.

“Wow, Mom,” Nina murmured, her lips almost touching Joan’s ear, “that was… seriously intense. It’s been awhile since you really got off, huh?”

“It — it has, yeah,” Joan replied, her heart suddenly pounding, her mind racing frantically as reality kicked in. Had she really done this forbidden thing — made love with Nina?

And yet… despite everything, she felt no guilt. Plenty of other emotions, God knows, but remorse wasn’t one of them. Instead, Joan was experiencing what could only be described as genuine fulfillment. She’d finally satisfied her hunger for sex with another woman, and it had beaten her wildest fantasies hollow.

One thing’s for certain, she told herself. I’m a lesbian, just like Nina. I can’t even imagine having sex with a man ever again after that — especially not Artie!

It even made a crazy kind of sense, that first time being with her own daughter. She’s given me a gift, Joan realized. My baby girl has given me a break from my mundane life, from my lousy marriage. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I see new horizons, new possibilities.

Somehow, though, in the midst of Joan’s happiness, an unsatisfied need still lurked within her. After such incredible sex, what could that be?

She twisted around to face her daughter. “Oh, my darling girl. This probably shouldn’t have happened… but I loved it. You made me feel more like a real woman than anyone ever has.”

Nina’s eyes seemed to mist over. “God, Mom… I am so in love with you.” Drawing close, she placed a soft kiss upon her mother’s mouth.

At that instant, Joan knew exactly what that mysterious something was that she wanted from Nina.

Breaking their kiss, she drank in the vision of her daughter’s nude body, seeing Nina through the eyes of a lover, awed by how wonderful the idea seemed. “It’s my turn, honey,” she said. “I want to give you those feelings, too.”

Leaning in to kiss her daughter, she playfully dipped her tongue into Nina’s open mouth. Nina responded instantly, her own tongue joining in the dance.

They shared a long, passionate kiss, then Joan guided the young woman onto her back. Raising herself up into a sitting position, she began to caress her daughter’s breasts.

“Beautiful,” she breathed, almost inaudibly. Feeling an impulse that was impossible to deny, Joan bent to adorn Nina’s left breast with a kiss, then extended her tongue to lick at the rosy tip.

“Omigod, Mom… you have no idea how incredible that feels,” Nina moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Joan had no intention of stopping. Taking the desire-swollen nipple into her mouth, she began to suck it, marveling at how the roles of mother and daughter had been reversed. Now I’m the one nursing from my child.

Her hand rested on the softness of Nina’s belly — and even as Joan became aware of it, that hand seemed to take on a life of its own, gliding silkily down her daughter’s body until it covered Nina’s vulva.

“G-go into me, Mom,” the young woman pleaded. “Fuck me, fuck your dirty little girl!”

Joan began to lightly stroke Nina’s slit with her index finger, easing the tip, then the length of it inside as she went. Finding her daughter’s vagina remarkably juicy, she worked in a second digit, probing deeper.

“Yeah, yeah — hard and fast, Mom, that’s how I like it… oooOOOHHHmigod…”

She was fucking her daughter like a well-primed machine, her hand making wet smacking sounds as it thrust forward and back, driving both fingers in and out Nina’s cunt in a brisk staccato rhythm.

Craving her first taste of another woman’s pussy, Joan got down between her daughter’s legs and glued her mouth to Nina’s clitoris, eagerly suckling the inflamed pink bud. All the while, her fingers continued in their dirty business, frantically sawing in and out, in and out of the juicy hole.

“Oh… oh SHIT!” Nina howled, the pitch of her voice rising to a squeal as she came, a convulsive shudder tearing through her body.

Hanging on for dear life, Joan somehow managed to keep her lips glued to Nina’s clit as the young woman bucked and thrashed like a wild mare, babbling all the while. “Oh m-my fuckin’ God, oh yeah, oh shit yeah d-don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Nina was moving around too much for Joan to probe her without risk of injury, so she simply left two fingers buried in her daughter’s cunt, letting Nina’s movement do the work as she continued to suckle the inflamed clitoris, stimulating the tip with lightning-fast flicks of the tongue.

Finally, a panting Nina clumsily pushed her mother’s head away, blurting, “Okay okay okay… s-stop, Mom. Lemme catch my, my breath!”

Raising her mouth from Nina’s sex, Joan calmly rested her cheek upon the young woman’s still-quivering thigh. She felt a drop of sweat roll down from neck to shoulder, but felt too relaxed to wipe it away.

After a long silence, Nina softly spoke. “Um… you okay, Mom?”

Could that be a nervous edge Joan heard in her daughter’s voice? She probably thinks I’m feeling buyer’s remorse, she told herself.

“Better than okay, honey,” Joan replied, making her way up Nina’s body, pausing to adorn her tummy with a playful peck. “Marvelously, spectacularly, incredibly okay — how about that?” she added, crawling into her daughter’s open arms.

“Mom,” Nina whispered, hugging her mother tightly, “I’ve wanted that to happen for so, so long… you’re so sweet and beautiful, the woman of my dreams — God, I adore you!”

“I’ve missed you, Nina,” Joan said, returning her daughter’s embrace. “It feels so good to have my baby girl back.”

“There have been times when I’d have given anything to hear you call me ‘baby girl’, again, Mom,” Nina murmured.

Joan smiled. “My sweet, beautiful, sexy baby girl…”

They lay together quietly for a moment, then Nina softly spoke. “So… what happens now?”

Joan buried a kiss in her daughter’s damp hair. “Come back home, honey. I need you in my life again.”

Drawing away, Nina gazed evenly at her mother. “I want to, Mom, you don’t know how badly I do… but not the way it was before. Now that I’ve finally had you, I can’t let go. Say you and I can still be lovers, and I’ll pack my bag first thing tomorrow. Otherwise, I…” Her voice faltered.

Joan stared at her daughter, overwhelmed by the passion and sadness she read in Nina’s eyes. Could she do this — add to the taboo she’d already broken? Her mind was a wild, confused whirl.

“Honey, is it so hard for us to — to just be mother and daughter again?” she asked, not even certain if that was she wanted herself.

“I c-can’t do it, Mom,” Nina mumbled, on the verge of tears. “If you leave me now… yeah, it’ll break my heart, but I’ll muddle through it somehow. But if I went back home and we… we couldn’t be together any more…” Her voice was quivering, fighting for control. “It would be like g-getting my heart busted again every single day. Just the sight of you would make me — oh, Mom, I’d hurt so damn bad inside!” Despite her best efforts, Nina began to sob.

Look what you’ve done now, Joan angrily told herself. You caused this whole thing with Nina to happen in the first place! Are you really going to leave your own daughter a miserable wreck, just because you’re too much a coward to take what you really want?

With that, she knew what had to happen. For better or worse — just like a wedding vow, she thought — her decision was made.

“Shhhh, baby girl,” Joan soothed, taking the weeping girl into her arms. “I wouldn’t put you through that for anything… or myself, either.” She kissed her daughter’s wet cheek. “Don’t cry, Nina. Come home with me. We’ll be lovers, I promise. Do you honestly think I could give this up?” she added, her hand sliding down to fondle the young woman’s ass.

Nina raised her tear-stained face, now glowing with hope. “Really, Mom? You mean it?”

Joan nodded, entranced by the sight of her child’s awakening joy. “Yes, honey. Now and always, yes.” She gently caressed Nina’s mouth with trembling fingers. “It’s a huge step for me to take, and I probably ought to have my head examined… but, damn it, I want this just as much as you do.”

With a blissful sigh, Nina kissed her mother’s fingertips, then caressed them with a flick of the tongue. “I love you, Mom. So, so, so much.” She paused, reflected. “It won’t be easy, will it?“

“You and me, baby girl?” Joan shook her head. “No. The best things in life are usually anything but easy.”

“Yeah. Um, speaking of which, what about Dad?” Her eyes widened in alarm. “He doesn’t… know about this, does he? You being here?”

“Good Lord, no!” Joan quickly replied, then made a face. “Your father — well, he and I were already starting to drift apart when you moved out. Since then…” She shrugged. “These days, we’re more like housemates who hardly know each other. We haven’t had sex in years. We don’t share meals anymore. In fact, we’re in separate beds now… he moved into the spare room about a year ago. Turned it into what he calls a ‘man cave.’ No, there’s nothing there to keep you and I apart for very long, hon.”

“Okay,” Nina said. “So we’ll be able to get down and dirty sometimes, at least. Is Dad still working for that linen supply company? I forget their name.”

“Gruber Textiles. Yeah, but with a bigger territory. Your father’s on the road most of the time, and when he’s home, I don’t see that much of him. We’ll have to exercise a little caution, sure — but there ought to be lots of opportunities for us to make love.”

Nina looked up her mother, a sultry cast to her face. “Speaking of opportunities to make love…” she purred, cupping Joan’s breast.

“Honey, first we really need to talk about…” Joan protested, then her voice trailed off into a gasp as Nina’s mouth grazed her neck, nuzzling the soft skin.

“Talk is for later, Mom,” said Nina, between kisses.

Joan’s desire roared to life once more, like a fanned flame. Nina’s right, she thought, cradling her daughter close. Enough words for now. It’s time to fuck!

They came together in a hard, bruising kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Nina rolled onto her back, carrying her mother along until Joan was on top, resting between the younger woman’s parted thighs.

“I wanna scissor with you, Mom!” Nina panted. “You and me, rubbing our cunts together. That’s the way a woman fucks another woman. How ‘bout it, Mommy — feel like getting really wild with your baby girl?”

Joan’s head swam, her body pulsing like heavy machinery. She was utterly smitten by this new, bolder side of the daughter she’d always known as a sweet, bashful girl. No, the sweetness is still there, it never went away — but now there’s a fire to her, a crazy passion and oh merciful God it turns me on.

“Yeah,” she answered breathlessly. “I do, honey. Teach me how lesbians fuck.”

“Cool!” Disentangling herself from her mother, Nina swiveled around on the bed so that she was sprawled out before Joan, her thighs lewdly spread apart.

Glancing at her daughter’s cunt, now very slightly open, Joan felt a delicious shiver race through her. “Oh, my…” she whispered.

Quite aware of where her mom’s eyes were and loving it, Nina raised one leg. “Okay, Mom… just scoot up to me until our pussies are touching. Then I’ll kinda get on top of you, and we just grind against each other.” She flashed a wolfish grin. “It’s tricky, but when you get the angle just right, it’s like the Fourth of July.”

“Oh, okay,” Joan nodded, already shifting herself nearer. “I’ve seen that a couple of times on DVD. I never knew it had a name!” With a nervous giggle she reached out to grasp Nina’s extended hand, then wriggled close to her, slowly bringing their vulvas into intimate contact.

“For shame, Mommy dear,” said Nina, her eyes dancing with wicked glee. “Watching girl-on-girl porno, are we? I just might have to give you a spanking!” On that last word, the young woman gave her hips a sudden thrust, crushing their sexes together.

Joan gasped, unable to speak — indeed, to even move. The warmth and wetness of Nina’s sex, pressed snugly to hers, was exquisite, as was the jolt of pleasure that surged, hard and fast, through every inch of Joan’s frame. She could only stare in disbelief as Nina got herself into position, straddling her mother.

The young woman’s hips began to move, gently at first. “Oooohh, yeah… that feels pretty amazing, huh? C’mon, Mom, get into it — fuck me back!”

Stirring herself, Joan cautiously responded. Starting slowly, she began to push against her daughter, eyes widening with surprised delight at the realization of how good it felt. “Oh… oh, gracious!”

“That’s it, Mom! Oooohhhhhhyessss…”

The two lovers were off and running, the liquid fire of their cunts mingling in a rapturous friction, wet flesh sliding against wet flesh.

It took a few thrusts to get their movements in alignment. Then suddenly, like a switch being thrown, it all fell into place, mother and daughter pumping in an increasingly frenzied tempo, bodies churning together — a machine lubricated by sweat, saliva and the thick, rich essence of pussy.

Joan clutched Nina’s leg to her breasts, almost using it as a lever as she rocked back and forth, forcing her sex up into the dripping heat of her daughter. She could feel their mixed juices flow down into the crack of her ass, then onto the sheets.

I’m lying in a puddle, Joan thought. Jesus, the maid is really gonna earn her pay tomorrow! She fought a crazy impulse to snicker, then gasped as one of Nina’s thrusts made full-on contact with her clitoris.

Suddenly she was coming again. Joan threw her head back, emitting a choked cry, letting everything go as waves of ecstasy washed over her quaking frame.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but Joan could hear her daughter’s voice rise as Nina exploded in her own orgasm. “Oh, yes! Oooooooh God I love you so much Mommy yes, yes, FUCK ME! Ohhhhhh!”

Somehow Joan managed to keep her grip on Nina’s leg, swaying forward and back as mother and daughter continued to work their cunts together as best they could, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from their forbidden coupling.

Finally the two lovers lay quietly — legs entangled, bathed in sweat, their chests rising and falling. The only sound heard was the rasp of breath, and the dull hiss of plumbing from next door.

After a while, Joan felt Nina’s legs withdraw, then she found herself in her daughter’s arms.

“Let’s rest, Mom,” Nina said, her lips brushing Joan’s ear. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

“Oh, Nina… my baby girl, my angel,” Joan whispered, her eyes filling with tears. “I… I’m in love with you, I honestly am. Right now, I can’t think of anything I want more than for us — for you and me to b-be together, always.”

She was enveloped in the warm, soft body of her daughter. It felt divine, like being surrounded by love.

“We’re gonna be together,” Nina replied, a tremor in her voice. “Now that I’ve got you, I’ll never let you go. Now shush, Mom — don’t you start crying, or I’ll start too. Sleep now.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” Pausing to reflect, Joan realized that, in fact, she was extremely tired. With one last sniffle, she obediently settled into Nina’s embrace. “G’night. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mom. Forever.”

Before she knew it, Joan had drifted off into a deep, dreamless slumber.

*****

Upon waking the next morning, Joan felt disoriented at first, finding herself in an unfamiliar bed.

Then she turned to see Nina lying asleep next to her, the sheet pulled down to expose her daughter’s bare breasts — and suddenly the events of the previous evening came back to her in a dizzying rush.

In the space of a single night, Joan’s life had changed forever. For the first time, she’d enjoyed sex with a woman. And after four lonely years, Nina was returning home — as her lesbian lover.

Joan could barely wrap her head around the enormity of this new life she’d committed herself to. I’ve lost my fucking mind, that’s what, she told herself as she drew closer to her daughter, nestling into the young woman’s warm, naked form. But if loving my baby girl this way is crazy, I don’t want to be sane.

“It did, sweetheart,” Joan said, teasing her daughter’s nipple with a finger, watching it stiffen to the touch. “I am yours, you are mine… and I adore you, baby girl.”

“Aw, Mom…” Nina grinned hugely, her cheeks flushing a rosy pink. “I love you so much, it makes me feel all… all hot and squishy inside!”

“I don’t know, babe,” Joan chuckled. “That sounds more like the flu to me.” She gave Nina’s nipple a playful pinch.

“Ooooohhh…” Nina moaned, then she suddenly sat up. Transfixing Joan with a lust-filled stare, the young woman crawled on top of her mother. “Hey, Mommy dearest — wanna have breakfast in bed?”

Joan’s head swam as she read and registered the fierce hunger in her daughter’s eyes. Their nude bodies were pressed tightly together, Nina’s pubes mingling with hers. She’d always loved sex in the morning, and the idea of enjoying Nina that way was positively delicious — but then something occurred to Joan…

“Honey,” she said, “I’d love to make love with you, but, well… it’s getting close to checkout time. I only took this room for the night. Let’s get back home, you and I — we’ll drop our suitcases, go straight to bed and pick up where we left off. Okay?”

Nina sighed, then smiled. “Fine.” She gave her mother a brief but intense kiss, then rolled away, clumsily rising to her feet. “I don’t know if I can wait that long, though,” she added. “Hey, maybe we can find some cool make-out spot on the way home and, y’know, fuck in the back seat of the car, like sex-crazed high school students!” She yawned, patting her belly. “Guess I’ll hit the showers.”

Sitting up in the bed, Joan pushed the sheet aside. She reached for her watch, peered at it. “Make it a fast one, hon… it’s later than I thought.”

“We could take one together and save time,” Nina called from the bathroom, a suggestive lilt in her voice..

Joan gave a brief snort of laughter. “Something tells me that it wouldn’t be quite that simple.” She stood, stretched, then began to gather up their clothes. Hers were loosely piled on a chair — while Nina’s things, clearly removed in haste, lay scattered by the foot of the bed.

From these, Joan picked up an old, faded Felix the Cat t-shirt and studied it, realizing that ever since Nina waltzed back into her life, she had yet to see her daughter wearing a stitch of clothing.

On impulse, she pressed her face into the shirt and inhaled deeply, breathing in the faint scent of the young woman’s body. Feeling overwhelmed by emotion, she sat down heavily on the bed.

It’s been so long since I’ve been genuinely happy, she thought. And now I am. My daughter’s come back to me, and we love each other more than ever. Better than ever.

Joan could hear Nina singing above the hiss of the shower, some song she didn’t know. At that instant, it was the loveliest music imaginable.

The End

By JetBoy

Joan paced nervously around the hotel room, bracing herself for a knock at the door every time she heard a sound outside.

“What was I thinking?” she asked herself out loud, staring around at the tacky striped wallpaper of the rented room. “A hooker, of all things.”

It had taken weeks for her to work up the nerve to finally go for what she wanted… and in the end, Joan’s long-hidden hunger had proven too powerful to refuse. But now that it was about to happen for real, she’d been hit by a bad case of jangled nerves. Somehow, she managed to calm herself.

It’s just one time, she thought. You’ve thought about it, dreamed of it for years. It’s time to make this thing happen.

It was Lao Tzu who famously said that a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step. The journey Joan had chosen commenced with a phone call to a certain escort agency she’d found online.

With shaky fingers she punched in the number, waited for an answer, then haltingly told the sleepy-voiced man at the other end what she wanted: a female prostitute who serviced women.

After twenty years and then some of marriage, Joan was bored to tears by life with her husband. Artie’s sales job had him on the road at least two-thirds of the year, and most of his time at home was spent sprawled in front of the TV watching sports while chugging down endless cans of beer, or out and about with his asshole friends. They hadn’t had sex in over four years, and Joan didn’t even feel upset about it anymore.

On the other hand, her unfulfilled hunger for sex with a woman had blossomed into a genuine obsession in the last few months. And living in a small, conservative suburb as she did, the risk involved in going to the only lesbian bar in the area was simply too great. Even bars in the city seemed too risky to chance. What if someone she knew saw her going in — or worse, saw her emerge with another woman?

Then Joan had the idea of hiring herself a partner for a one-night stand, someone young and beautiful to share her bed for a few hours.

Now there she was, in a hotel room, waiting for the chance to experience lesbian love for the first time. Her pulse was racing, her hands clammy.

Finally, unable to calm herself, she went to shower away some of her tension, first unlocking the door, then leaving a hastily scribbled note for the girl, asking her to wait.

As long as I’m going to do this, I might as well relax and enjoy it, Joan kept telling herself, appraising her body in the mirror as she undressed. She was forty-two with soft skin, dark red hair that fell just past the shoulders, gray-blue eyes and full, sensuous lips. Her curves were good, even if her figure wasn’t quite as tight and firm as it had been. She was still voluptuous, and had worked hard not to let that turn into excess weight as she aged.

Not that Artie gives a shit, she reminded herself, pursing her lips in disdain.

Turning on the water, waiting for it to warm up, she padded over to the light switch, turning the dimmer down to a low setting before stepping into the cubicle.

Joan let the streams of water massage her body, easing away a bit of the tightness that still lurked in the pit of her belly. She liked her showers to be especially hot, and the room quickly grew hazy with steam. She stood motionless for a good several minutes, eyes closed, breathing deeply.

It was just as she finally roused herself and reached out for the bottle of liquid soap that she heard a sound – and froze in mid-motion.

“Hello?” she called out. No response. Must have been from the room next door, she thought, picking up the soap.

Suddenly the curtain was pulled aside with a sharp hiss — and before Joan could draw in a breath to cry out in surprise, a nude woman was standing before her.

Even in the dimly lit cubicle, Joan could see that this girl was very much what she’d hoped for. Somewhere from eighteen to twenty-one years old, average height, lean but not thin, very light, almost white-blonde hair that fell straight to her shoulders. Soft, creamy skin. Full but very firm breasts, with a small heart tattooed above the left one. Round hips, a generous ass and luscious thighs, a neatly trimmed pubic triangle nestled between them.

Joan absently licked her lips as she looked her temporary lover up and down, liking what she saw. There was something about her, though…

Then she realized with a start what it was. Oh, my goodness!

There wasn’t a great deal of light to view by, and Joan had taken out her contact lenses, but she could see well enough to know that this girl bore a strong resemblance to Nina, her only child, who Joan hadn’t seen in three years, not since her daughter left home without leaving a forwarding address.

Since then, Nina’s only contact with her parents was an email to Joan every few months, just enough to let them know she was okay. She never really explained her departure, other than writing in her goodbye note, It’s not your fault, Mom, or Dad’s either. I just need to be on my own for awhile. Love you.

It had broken Joan’s heart, losing her child. Nina had always been a loving daughter, but there had been a certain sadness that lurked within the girl ever since she became a teenager – a sadness that Joan had never been able to get a handle on, no matter how she tried.

And now she was on the verge of going to bed with a prostitute who reminded her of Nina! Oh, sure, the woman’s hair was far lighter in hue than her daughter’s dark brown shade, and done in a very different style. Her breasts were bigger, too, the body more voluptuous — but the similarity was there, no doubt about it.

This is a little weird, she thought. Oh, shit – I’m staring at her like an idiot.

“Hi,” she finally stammered. “Uh… I’m Joan.”

The woman just stood there for a long moment, then spoke. “I’m Lisa,” she said in a soft, barely audible voice, stepping into the stall.

Joan was taken aback. She’d hoped to spend a few minutes with the girl before they went to bed, getting comfortable with her, with the enormity of what she was about to do.

Clearly, though, this Lisa had other ideas. She drew close, her nude body brushing against Joan’s. Joan gasped, finding the sensation of contact with the girl utterly thrilling, if also unnerving.

“Uh, couldn’t we–” she began, but Lisa silenced her, pressing two fingers to Joan’s lips. No words, her eyes seemed to say.

Reaching out, the blonde plucked the soap bottle from Joan’s trembling hand, then moved beneath the shower head, getting herself wet. That accomplished, the silent girl proceeded to carefully lather up her hands. Joan could only stand and observe, still a bit spooked by how much this girl reminded her of Nina.

Bending to place the bottle of soap on the tiled floor, Lisa then reached out and started to soap Joan’s arms and shoulders. Joan sighed, enjoying the way she seemed to massage, wash and caress her all at once. The girl’s hands felt delightful on her body, and she couldn’t deny her own physical response to it, though a hint of tension still remained.

Once Joan’s arms were coated with creamy lather, Lisa gently turned her around and began to do the same to her shoulders and back, firmly pressing her groin against Joan’s ass. A shiver ran through Joan when the young woman’s fingers slowly traced a path down her spine… then slipped into the cleft between Joan’s buttocks, lightly teasing her rosebud for an instant.

Joan closed her eyes to fight the excited dizziness she felt, swaying where she stood while Lisa soaped her hips, then reached around to coat her tummy. “Ooooohh,” she moaned, her head lolling to one side as those slippery hands glided down to cup her butttocks.

Suddenly nervous that she might fall — That’s just what I need, to come off like a complete fucking basket case, Joan thought — she reached out blindly, feeling for the tiled wall of the shower cubicle and placing her hand against it. By that time Lisa was kneeling behind her, working the soap into Joan’s thighs and calves, resting her cheek lovingly against the older woman’s ass while she worked.

It had been so long, so damned long since anyone, very much including Artie, had treated her with such care, such tenderness. Lisa wet, soapy hands firmly rubbed Joan’s calves and feet as the steamy water continued to pelt them both.

When she was through washing her legs, the Nina lookalike – God, why couldn’t she stop thinking about that? – slowly stood, then reached around Joan’s body to soap her breasts.

The young blonde worked more slowly and carefully there, fondling, caressing, tweaking. Joan opened her eyes, amazed by how it felt to have this beautiful woman touching her breasts, stroking her nipples. Even nicer than I expected, she told herself.

“That… that feels good,” she murmured, almost to herself.

Rather than reply, Lisa slowly turned Joan to face her, then leaned in to place a soft kiss upon her mouth… a kiss that quickly grew heated as Lisa’s tongue emerged to slip between the older woman’s slightly parted lips. Joan responded, kissing the girl with a passion she hadn’t felt for her husband in years.

As their mouths slid tantalizingly together, Lisa’s hand slid down the soft contours of Joan’s tummy, her fingers seeking the thick black bush that nestled between the older woman’s thighs.

The moment she made contact, Joan backed up with a gasp. It was too much, too fast.

“No,” she stammered. “N-not just yet.”

The girl just smiled easily. “Okay,” she whispered, then bent down to retrieve the bottle of soap, which she handed to Joan, then turned around, presenting her bare back.

Joan felt a rush of lust that dazed her. It was a feeling she relished, and wanted to hold on to, so she squirted a small pool of soap into the palm of her left hand, then carelessly dropped the bottle to the tiles, nudging it to one side with her foot.

Working the strawberry-scented liquid into a thick lather, she began to soap the girl’s front.

It was a genuine thrill, touching the breasts of another woman. The flesh was soft, yet well-defined, firm, yet giving — similar to yet strangely different from the feel of her own. A shiver rippled down her spine as the girl’s nipples grew and stiffened to her touch.

Feeling a growing confidence, Joan started to fondle her temporary lover’s breasts rather than merely wash them, her palms gliding over the soap-slicked globes in a circular motion.

Wanting nothing more than to make this beautiful young woman feel good, Joan gently turned Lisa around to face her, quickly moving her hands up to caress the girl’s elegant shoulders and slender arms, leaning forward to press their breasts together.

As her wet arms enfolded the young blonde, Lisa’s face was drawn closer, and she responded by dipping her head to place a hot, open-mouthed kiss between Joan’s breasts.

“Oh!” Joan gasped. She didn’t know whether to encourage the girl to do that again, but her soapy hands seemed to settle the question for her without being asked, sliding down to caress the girl’s sculpted ass. “My God,” she mumbled, awed by how lovely the girl’s slippery body felt against hers.

Lisa took a long, slow lick around the curve of Joan’s ear, then nipped playfully at the lobe. “Turn around for me,” the girl breathed.

“Yes,” Joan said, reversing herself without leaving the girl’s arms. Her bottom was pressed against Lisa’s pubic triangle, and the young blonde ground herself against the older woman for a moment before quickly kneeling. She placed her hands upon Joan’s shapely ass — then, with no warning, Joan suddenly felt the girl’s mouth anointing her buttocks with hot, wet kisses. “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, my.”

Then Joan felt the girl’s tongue suddenly squirming its way into the crack of her ass.

She wanted to say no, wanted to move away, wanted to get herself under control. In the end, though, she did none of these things. Instead, Joan leaned forward again to balance herself against the steam-glazed wall of the cubicle, breath hissing through her parted lips.

That tongue was doing incredible things her her — probing inside her rectum, then working in and out of the anal cleft like a tiny cock.

Joan propped her hands against the wall of the shower as if she were being frisked, legs spread wide apart, offering herself up to this luscious young woman. No one had ever licked her this way before – certainly not Artie, whose idea of oral sex was to halfheartedly nuzzle her pussy for a minute or so before scooting up to jam his cock inside. This was a whole new kind of sex – and she loved it, loved it!

What made the whole situation incredibly weird — yet oddly exciting as well — was that Joan found herself thinking again about the girl’s resemblance to Nina. The idea of being a mother getting rimmed by her own daughter felt delightfully sinful, much wilder than anything Joan had ever indulged in before.

She winced. Don’t think that, it’s awful.

Banishing the perverse thought, Joan focused herself on the here and now of her body.

This time, when Lisa’s hand slid up the left thigh to make contact with her sex, Joan didn’t even think of stopping her. She would let this young woman take her — any way she wanted.

A wild cry broke from Joan’s lips as Lisa slid two fingers deep into her cunt with a single stroke. The girl’s touch was as lovely as her tongue, and the more intense the oral ass play got, the more aggressive Lisa’s fingers became as they drilled in and out of Joan’s vagina.

The forty-two year old redhead felt as if she were being stretched in all directions like warm taffy, then squashed into a solid ball of rubber, then stretched again.

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, Joan found herself coming.

“Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she cried, the loudness of it surprising her, “I’m gonna come, oh shit, I’m gonna come…!”

Lisa didn’t stop. She plunged deep into Joan again and again with one hand, pressing her thumb firmly against the woman’s clitoris with the other.

Joan climaxed with a scream, smacking the cubicle wall with an open hand as a wave of purest pleasure crashed into her quaking body. She threw her head back, gasping for breath, every atom of her pulsing with a heat that burned a bright cherry red behind her eyelids. Her legs tottered and trembled, but somehow Joan was able to remain standing as Lisa took her through an orgasm that seemed like it might never end.

Then Joan felt herself slowly sliding to the floor of the shower cubicle and into soft, embracing arms.

The two women held one another tenderly, lingering for a moment in the running water of the shower. Joan sought out Lisa’s mouth with hers, and they shared a passionate tongue kiss.

Joan was out of breath but utterly exhilarated – and in love with lesbian sex. She’d never felt so fulfilled as a woman. All she wanted now was to share the pleasure, to make sweet love to this wonderful girl.

She slipped her hand between Lisa’s legs to draw a finger through the folds of her pussy, making the young woman inhale sharply, then moan.

Joan gazed shyly at Lisa, then said. “Um… can we go to bed now? I want to — to do those things to you.”

Disentangling themselves, the two women slowly rose to their feet. Feeling a bit shaky on her pins, Joan steadied herself, shaking her head slightly to clear it.

Without a word, Lisa turned off the shower, opened the cubicle door and climbed out onto the bath mat. As Joan followed, the young woman padded over to the light switch, paused, then switched the dimmer up to full.

She hesitantly turned around to gaze at Joan. “Um… hello, Mom.”

Joan gaped, slumping back against the towel rack in horror, nearly losing her balance. In the bright light that now filled the bathroom, she was confronted by an all too familiar face.

This girl didn’t just look like her daughter Nina… she was Nina! Her hair was a new, lighter color, much longer than before, and her body had become more voluptuous, but there was no doubt that Joan had just enjoyed sex with her own daughter.

“My God.” Joan gasped, her head spinning. “Nina?”

“That’s right, Mom,” her daughter murmured. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me right away… guess I do look a little different.”

“Honey,” Joan whispered, “w-what have we done? We – you – my God, Nina… we just had sex together!” And with that, she gaped at her daughter in disbelief. “Wait. Nina… you’re a, a prostitute?”

Nina shook her head. “Not like you think, Mom… mostly I give massages.” She shrugged. “But… when the agency needs a girl to, well, spend the night with another woman, they call me. I’m a lesbian, Mom… and from the way you turned on when we made love, I’d say that you’re one too.”

“B-but, Nina,” Joan moaned, “why did you m-make love to me? You knew who I was when you came into the shower!”

“I knew before that, Mom,” Nina said softly. “They gave me your name when I left to come here.”

“Then… why, for God’s sake?” cried Joan, on the verge of tears. “Why did you d-do this?”

Nina sighed. “Because I’m in love with you. I have been, for years… ever since I figured out I was gay.” She smiled sadly. “Oh, Mom. Why do you think I left home?”

Joan opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“Four years, Mom! That’s how long I wanted you, before I couldn’t live with it any longer,” Nina continued. “Seeing you in your bikini… watching you walk around the house in those sexy nighties of yours…” She looked down at her hands. “It felt awful, Mom – wishing you could be my lover, knowing that I could never, ever have you.”

Joan shook her head. “Oh, baby. How could I have known?” She furrowed her brow. “So… tonight, when they gave you my name…”

Nina gazed sorrowfully at her mother. “I had to come… when I realized that you were into women, I wanted to t-tell you about me, about how I felt. But then I got here and you were taking a shower… well, I couldn’t help myself. So I – I took off my dress and got in.” Her mouth twisted. “Thing is, I didn’t figure on you, um, not recognizing me, Mom. You really can’t see much without your contacts, can you?”

“Even then, I should have known,” murmured Joan. “God, my own daughter…”

Nina shrugged again. “I do look pretty different these days, especially with my hair this way. Anyhow, when you, um, didn’t figure out who I was, I… something just came over me, Mom. I couldn’t resist, I wanted you so much…” Her eyes were filling with tears. “I guess it was pretty stupid of me – I shouldn’t have d-done what I did…”

“Oh, honey,” Joan said gently. How could she be genuinely angry at her daughter – for loving her? It was wrong, it was forbidden, but Nina hadn’t meant any harm, surely. Besides, it was so wonderful to have her little girl back, even if she wasn’t a girl anymore. Even as a sex worker.

“I’m s-sorry. Mom,” Nina whispered miserably. “I didn’t mean to upset you… please don’t hate me!”

Joan’s heart went out to her child. “Nina, no,” she murmured, drawing the young woman into her arms. “I could never, ever hate you.” She held her daughter close as the lovely girl sobbed on her shoulder. “Honey, please don’t cry… I can’t be angry with you for being in love with me, even if it is wrong.”

Nina hugged her mother tightly – and Joan suddenly realized that they were both still nude, and their bodies were touching. More than that, her daughter’s hands were beginning to explore her body, Nina’s lips lightly brushing her neck in a very sensuous way.

Suddenly Nina raised her face to gaze deep into her mother’s eyes. Her eyes were still moist, but now they began to fill with a renewed warmth. “Mom… I still want you. Nothing has changed about how I feel. I’m a woman in love – only I’m in love with my mother.”

Joan felt her body responding to her daughter’s touch — but she had to resist. “Honey, we shouldn’t. It’s not right.” And yet… she wasn’t pulling away!

Nina slowly shook her head. “Society says it’s wrong, Mom. But you can’t tell me that what we shared in the shower just now wasn’t a beautiful thing.” Her hands were resting lightly on Joan’s hips. “You want this, Mom, I know you do… and I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone.”

She leaned in to nip at her mother’s neck, drawing a soft moan from the older woman’s trembling lips. “I love you, my sweet, strong, beautiful mommy,” Nina whispered. “Let’s fuck.”

Joan’s blood roared in her veins. Her nipples were throbbing, her cunt so wet it was oozing down the inside of her thighs. God, she did want her daughter… but could she really commit incest with her?

“Honey… I d-don’t know…”

“You do know, Mom,” Nina purred. You want me to make love to you. I can see it in your eyes.” Her arms entwined the older woman’s body, drawing her mother close.

Every atom of Joan’s body was alive with desire, a wild, heated lust such as she had never known. The notion of right and wrong seemed downright silly in the face of the passion she felt now for her own flesh and blood.

We want each other, she thought. That’s what really matters. Is there that much difference between loving a daughter and making love to her?

She didn’t think so – actually, she didn’t care. The time was right, the moment was now, and Nina was a willing partner in this crazy fantasy of lesbian pleasure. The extra ingredient of incest only made the treat that much tastier.

“Nina,” Joan whispered. “My sweet, sweet angel…”

“I love you, Mom,” Nina breathed – and suddenly the young woman’s mouth was upon hers.

Joan surprised herself by responding immediately, plunging her tongue between her daughter’s parted lips. Nina moaned with delight, returning her mother’s kiss with everything she had.

They bumped against the bathroom wall in the sudden heat of their embrace, making out like passionate teens. Joan groped Nina’s ass, marveling at how good its apple shape felt to her hands. Nina was touching her in a similar fashion… only her daughter took it even further, fingers delving between Joan’s cheeks to slide over the cleft of her anus.

Then a finger pressed against Joan’s rosebud, seeking entry – and the 42-year-old mother resisted for an instant, then surrendered, yielding her ass to Nina. She had never experienced anal penetration during sex, and the feelings that surged through her as that insistent finger probed her rectum were downright dizzying.

“I’m fucking your ass, Mom,” hissed Nina, her moist lips barely touching Joan’s ear. “God, the times I used to watch you, walking around in that blue bikini you had… I couldn’t stop staring at that sexy butt of yours. Do you remember how I used to hang around while you were dressing… or taking a shower?”

“Yes, baby,” Joan moaned. She remembered — at the time, she’d decided that her daughter was simply curious about women’s bodies. Now she understood that Nina had wanted her, even then.

“I used to dream about coming up behind you while you were putting on your makeup… sliding your panties down and burying my face between your cheeks, kissing your butthole.” Nina’s finger was circling slowly in her anus, sending sparks cascading behind Joan’s closed eyes. “Then I’d turn you around and open your cunt with my fingers, and lick you until you begged me to stop.” Joan whimpered as her daughter’s tongue licked its way around the curve of her ear.

Suddenly Nina pulled away, abruptly withdrawing her finger from her mother’s ass. “C’mon, Mom… let’s go to bed.” She reached for Joan’s hand, and they exited the bathroom.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

Previously in “Close-Ups”: Having overcome her reservations about committing incest with her eight-year-old child Linnie, lesbian mother Yukio finally goes down on her daughter, licking Linnie to her very first orgasm.

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By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

Previously in “Close-Ups”: Having been persuaded by photographer Alexandra to join in a nude session with her own eight-year-old daughter Linnie, Yukio is discovering a sexual attraction for her child that she never suspected was there. Hesitantly, then with a mounting excitement, Yukio begins to explore this new intimacy with little Linnie.

*****

Yukio seethed with desire. This was love as she never imagined it could be, sex and magic bound together in the small, bare body of her little girl. She stroked and squeezed Linnie’s pert little behind, on the verge of allowing her fingers to steal between the child’s thighs to explore her bare slit.

Suddenly an icy finger of dread touched Yukio’s soul, and she broke their kiss to stare up at her daughter. Her hands froze in mid-caress, rested inertly on Linnie’s buttocks.

What am I doing? the young mother asked herself, struck by a mounting sense of shame. What, in the name of everything holy, am I doing to my little girl?

Linnie saw the fear in her mother’s eyes. She sensed what Mummy was thinking: these things they were doing — the cuddling without clothes, the touching, the nursing, the kisses — Mummy thinks it’s wrong, all of it.

Somehow, the child’s heart told her what to do.

Linnie placed her little hands on either side of her mother’s face, then gave her a sweet smile, recalling all the times she’d dreamed of her first girlfriend. How could she have known it then — the wonderful surprise of who that lover would turn out to be?

“Mummy,” she whispered, “please, please don’t stop… I love this, it makes me happy…”

Yukio gaped in disbelief at the adoring, trusting face of her daughter for a mere instant before Linnie dipped down, the girl’s mouth firmly covering her own in an ardent kiss. She gasped in astonishment, an instant before Linnie’s tongue darted between her parted lips to play.

At that, the young mother’s fear, her guilt, her hesitation — it simply fell away.

Yukio’s arms twined silkily around Linnie’s thin back as she responded to the little girl’s fervor. She feasted on the delicate mouth of her daughter, hungry for more kisses, more!

Their tongues engaged and mingled until, needing to catch her breath, Yukio broke away, her lips trailing over to brush Linnie’s ear.

The bed shifted slightly as Alex sat down beside the embracing couple. “That’s it, Yukio,” the photographer murmured, absently cupping her left breast. “Make love to your little girl, yes… Linnie, isn’t it nice to share your beautiful body with Mommy?”

The little girl turned her head to gaze dreamily at the naked woman sitting next to her. “Yes… ooooh, it is nice, Miss Alex…” She gasped in delighted surprise as her mother nibbled at her earlobe, then her eyes drifted shut.

Alex pressed a hand between her generous thighs, cupping the warm, wet flesh. “It’s a precious gift, a mother and daughter finding love together…” A moist sound could be heard as Alex curled two fingers deep into her vagina, staring hungrily at the incestuous pair. “I always — ohhhhhh, God — always wanted m-my mother to love me like that…”

Yukio was on fire, every nerve ending in her body alive like never before as, for the first time, she explored the wonders of her child from the perspective of a lover. Linnie’s form was elegant, sylphlike; her skin soft as a rose petal. And the warm, comforting smell of her!

There was the strawberry body wash her daughter liked, a hint of some fruit-flavored candy and a tart tinge of sweat, all blended with the delicate scent of Linnie’s skin. But there was something new that Yukio had never sampled before, yet recognized instinctively: a rich, earthy aroma that she knew had to come from her child’s sex.

She trailed kisses along Linnie’s jawline, then traced around the ear with the tip of her tongue. Her daughter shivered, moaning, “Oh, Mummy… oh…”

A last stray remnant of concern flickered through Yukio’s mind, like a scrap of paper twirling down a windy street. She lay back into the pillow, studying her dreamy-eyed child’s face. “Baby,” she murmured, “are you sure that you want this? Really and truly?”

The blissful smile on Linnie’s face gave Yukio her little girl’s answer before she whispered, “Yes, Mummy, yes!”

“Oh, Lynn… my precious, precious child,” whispered the young mother. Cradling her daughter’s body, she gently rolled the girl onto her back. “I’ll love you, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel wonderful.” She lifted her head to gaze at Alex, giving the photographer a shy smile. “Thank you for… for bringing us together, Alex.” She was blushing. “I — I never knew that I felt this way… about my daughter. Not until now.”

Alex reached out to cover Yukio’s hand with hers. “I was watching you, how you looked at her… especially when she was naked. And I understood, you know, because it’s the same way that I feel for Linnie.”

“Oh, Alex,” sighed Yukio, sliding closer to the older woman.

“C’mere, beautiful,” purred Alex, grinning as she tugged the young mother to her; the two women meeting in a kiss that quickly grew heated. Yukio whimpered as Alex’s tongue plunged between her lips, as if it was fucking her mouth. Without another thought, she melted into the photographer’s ample body, letting herself be taken by a forceful lover.

When Alex finally broke away, Yukio stared at her with yearning eyes. “I love you,” she said, fumbling for the woman’s hand and bringing it to her lips — fervently kissing the palm, then licking at her fingertips. This was the same hand Alex had used to touch herself just moments ago, and it smelled and tasted of her sex.

“I love you too, Yukio,” Alex gently replied. “And I will love you, later, here in this bed. But right now, your little girl needs you more.”

Yukio gazed warmly at her child, still stretched out on the king-sized bed next to the two grownups.

“Teach her everything.” Alex squeezed Yukio’s hand. “She’s ready. And she wants this…”

“I do, Mummy, I do!” piped Linnie, touching her mother’s thigh. Then she frowned. “But how come you get to kiss Miss Alex, and not me?”

Yukio smiled. “Oh, I’m sure she’ll kiss you too, baby… but you’ll have to ask her for that yourself.”

Linnie turned to the photographer, an expectant gleam in her eyes. “Soooo, Miss Alex… would you kiss me? The same way you did to Mummy?”

“Of course I will,” Alex replied, patting the bed next to where she sat. “Come.”

The child dutifully crawled over to Alex, then squealed in surprise when the older woman seized her, bending down to claim her open mouth in a greedy kiss, one that had soon had them both moaning with pleasure. Linnie responded eagerly, meeting Alex’s aggressive tongue with hers.

As they kissed, the little girl groped blindly for the older woman’s slightly drooping breasts, cupping them with hands that, while fondling Alex’s generous chest, seemed even smaller than they were.

Alex gently drew away, placing a playful peck on Linnie’s nose. “My goodness,” she sighed. “I don’t know which of you I want more…”

“Really?” the child squeaked, grinning hugely.

“Really,” answered Alex, placing her hands atop Linnie’s, firmly pressing them against her breasts. “I’m in love with you, little one… I have been, for a long time.”

“Wow,” whispered Linnie. “So… will you d-do stuff with me, too?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Like I said, I want you both.”

Linnie glanced at Yukio, then swiveled back to Alex. “Well… let’s all of us make love, then — right now!” she blurted.

Alex shook her head. “Not yet. You should be with your mommy first. Besides,” she added, flashing a wicked grin, “I want to watch you two together. Maybe I’ll join in later.” She patted the child’s bottom. “Go on, baby girl — she’s waiting. Give me a good show.”

Linnie lay down next to her kneeling mother, gazing up at Yukio in perfect adoration. “I’m ready, Mummy,” she whispered. “I love you so much…”

Now on the verge of tears, Yukio stared in happy disbelief at her naked little girl. “Oh, Linnie… Linnie, my angel.”

She stretched out alongside her daughter, slowly drawing the dreamy-eyed eight-year-old into her arms as their mouths met. Suddenly parent and child were kissing in a lustful frenzy, as if each meant to devour the other.

Alex breathed shakily, teasing her clit between two fingers as she watched the new lovers embrace, their tongues mating in a ballet of forbidden desire. Yukio was now on top of Linnie, straddling her; knees resting on either side of the girl’s chest. In this position, the young mother’s legs were splayed widely apart, lewdly revealing her cunt and anus.

Yukio was drunk, intoxicated by a libation more wondrous than wine: the mad, helpless lust she felt for her own child… a lust stoked even higher by the simple knowledge that Linnie wanted her, too!

As Yukio’s hands traveled over the lines and contours of her daughter’s nude frame, she imagined a life with this exquisite little girl as her lover. She thought of the closeness of their newfound relationship, the delicious pleasures they would share.

But those were dreams for another, later time. For now, Linnie was in her arms, eager to know the wonders of lesbian love.

Dizzy with desire, Yukio finally broke away from her daughter; their lips parting with a moist sound.

Linnie pursed her lips in a tiny pout. “Don’t stop, Mummy,” she pleaded. “Kiss me more…”

Yukio gently laughed. “Oh, sweetheart… there are lots of ways to kiss someone when you make love to them. Here, I’ll show you another.” Gazing deep into her daughter’s eyes, she parted her lips to give Linnie a warm, open-mouthed kiss on the chin, teasing the child with a tiny swipe of her tongue. She continued downward, nuzzling the baby-softness of Linnie’s neck.

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise, then drifted shut. “Mmmm… oh, Mummy,” she whimpered, “that’s nice.”

Yukio’s soul glowed with happiness as she loved her little angel, pressing her lips into the hollow of Linnie’s throat, then licking a moist path down to her flat chest. She wanted to explore every inch of her daughter’s body with mouth and fingers, to show the girl how incredible sex with a woman could be.

Seeking out a taut nipple, Yukio brushed it with the tip of the tongue, pleased to feel the eight-year-old shiver in response.

“I love you, Mummy,” Linnie whispered, then said it again. “I love you, Mummy. I… I love you. Oh, I love you…” Over and over she breathed the words, as if she were chanting in prayer. “I love you, Mummy… love you…”

Yukio lavished attention on her child’s nipples; kissing the tiny buds, sucking them, circling them with her tongue. Linnie’s thin form quivered beneath hers as the girl continued to gasp declarations of love.

The feeling of her mother’s warm mouth as it touched her chest was so… so perfect that it made Linnie want to cry. But the eight-year-old choked it back, not wanting to behave like a baby in front of Mummy or Miss Alex. Instead, she enfolded Yukio’s head in her arms, cradling her close.

Suddenly Linnie had a funny thought. It’s like I’m the mommy now. And Mummy is my little girl, taking milk from me! The idea made her laugh — then she gasped as Mummy gently bit at her nipple.

Eager to teach her daughter even more, Yukio resumed her journey down Linnie’s body. The child’s hold loosened, allowing the young mother to press her face into the girl’s indescribably soft tummy.

As she kissed Linnie there, Yukio slid a hand between the eight-year-old’s thighs to gently cup her smooth mound, thrilled to discover that the child’s slit was moist. She carefully traced the thickly lipped opening with a finger, marveling at how Linnie’s slender frame quivered in response.

Linnie wondered if it were possible to die from happiness. Having her mother’s soft lips caressing her belly was wonderful enough, but to have Mummy touching down there, exploring her most secret place… well, what could be better?

Mummy’s making love to me! she told herself again and again — yelling the words inside, imagining them echoing the way her voice had when she’d been on the school field trip to the Howe Caverns last summer. Linnie whimpered as the tip of Yukio’s finger slid into her kitty, and once again silently, ecstatically cried: I’m Mummy’s lover… me!

Yukio breathed deeply of Linnie’s body as she left warm, wet kisses just below the girl’s belly button. The scent of her daughter’s sex tickled her nose, made her mouth water. It had been months since she’d gone down on a woman, leaving the Japanese lesbian with a yearning for the taste of pussy that sometimes had her aching inside.

Now she would satisfy her craving by performing cunnilingus on her eight-year-old child — and rather than feel guilt for the incest she was about to commit, Yukio was positively euphoric.This is good, she told herself. This is right.

But she wanted to take her time, to enjoy Linnie’s beautiful body before bringing the girl off. So rather than trail kisses directly to her daughter’s bare slit, Yukio chose to bypass it; journeying instead to the girl’s upper thigh.

Down she went, stroking and nuzzling Linnie’s legs with her mouth and fingers, nimbly moving from one to the other. The child was sighing ecstatically, her face alight with an expression of pure bliss.

Alex was sitting against the bed’s ornately carved oaken headboard, her generous thighs splayed apart, three fingers buried in her hairy cunt, fucking herself hard and deep while watching the pretty young mother pleasure her child.

Thighs, knees, shins, calves, ankles… Yukio worshiped Linnie’s slender limbs, bathed her in a mother’s adoration as if she were a cat, lovingly washing her baby kitten. Finally, she reached the girl’s feet.

Lifting the right foot, Yukio caressed her face with it, covered the delicate appendage with kisses. Her eyes closed, gently swaying, Yukio parted her lips, taking the child’s toes into her mouth.

“Oh… oh, gosh!” Linnie exclaimed. This was something new and surprising to the innocent child. It felt incredible, too, the way Mummy’s warm, wet tongue slipped over and between her toes.

Yukio remembered how she used to playfully take Linnie’s foot into her mouth when her daughter was an infant; how little Lynn would burble with delight. And look at me now, she marveled. I’m no longer teasing my baby… I’m making love to her. With that thought, she allowed her left hand to steal between the child’s legs, languidly stroking the vaginal cleft.

A happy sigh flowed like water from Linnie’s throat as Mummy touched her kitty again. Those down-there good feelings seemed to be pooling inside her tummy, like she was being filled with warmed syrup.

Being a lesbian is the best, she decided. Better than I ever even thought it could be! And what made it extra, extra special was that her own beautiful mother was showing her how, teaching her all about doing sex. She gasped as Mummy’s fingers slid up and down, gliding over her slit.

Yukio withdrew Linnie’s big toe from her mouth, saying “bye-bye” to her child’s foot with a tender kiss before gently lowering it to the bed. She smiled shyly at her little girl before reaching for the left one, cradling it in both hands before lifting it to her parted lips. Once more she lavished affection on her daughter’s foot, once more she slipped a hand between Linnie’s thighs to masturbate her.

Alex groped at her large breasts, scissoring each nipple in turn while she continued to fuck herself, utterly transfixed by the sight of mother and child bonding in such an intimate way.

This time, when Yukio gave Linnie’s left foot a goodbye peck, she pressed the underside of it to her breasts, breathing deeply as her nipples stiffened when the tender arch brushed them, then the coarser heel.

Linnie quivered, thrilled and surprised at how nice Mummy’s titties felt against the bottoms of her feet. Wow, she realized, there’s way more to making love than I thought!

Cupping her daughter’s ankle in her left hand, Yukio stroked her belly with Linnie’s foot, letting it slip between her legs, pressing the heel into the wet heat of her cunt. “Oh,” she moaned, her head falling back. “Oh, my.”

Her entire body, every damned inch of it was buzzing with need, and the temptation was there for Yukio to get herself off right then, to fuck her little girl’s foot until she came. But somehow she summoned up the strength to resist. No, not yet. Linnie first.

Taking a calming breath, she reversed her earlier path, kissing her way back up Linnie’s leg. Reaching the knee, Yukio switched to the other, touching it with her lips. She paused for a deep breath, eyes drawn to her ultimate goal — the child’s baby-smooth slit.

Continue on to Chapter 5

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

In the previous chapter: Nine-year-old Linnie is modeling naked for the first time for professional photographer Alexandra. Linnie’s lesbian mother Yukio, who secretly lusts after Alex, is watching the session and, in spite of herself, is persuaded by Alex to undress and join her little girl on the set. Yukio is growing increasingly turned on by Alex, but is unnerved to find herself equally aroused by her daughter.

*****

Yukio remained where she was, cuddling her nude little girl, resisting a sudden, crazy desire to slide her hands down Linnie’s body and caress that flawless bottom.

“That’s nice,” said Alex, breaking into Yukio’s desperate reverie. “That’s very good. Stay in that position — only turn your faces just a little bit toward me…”

Mother and daughter meekly obeyed — Yukio half-wanting to bring the photo session to a halt right then. It was dangerous, holding her child this way, both of them naked and these twisted, incestuous thoughts popping into her head. And now, in addition to Linnie’s moist sex touching her leg, the girl’s upper half was pressed into hers in a way that aroused Yukio’s very sensitive nipples.

As for Linnie, she was radiant with joy, her tummy all hot inside like she’d just drunk a big mug of cocoa. Only it was her gorgeous mummy who was giving her that good feeling! She didn’t even have to think about smiling for Alex’s rapidly clicking camera, because she felt so happy.

Awesome as it had been to see Mummy with all her clothes off, and getting a good look at every bit of her sexy body… Linnie now knew that hugging Mummy when she was naked — when we’re BOTH naked, she corrected herself — well, that was way, way, way better!

She loved the way Mummy was holding her, with both boobies touching her own flat chest, like nice, soft little pillows. And the way that she was sitting, with Mummy’s leg pushing against her kitty, made her feel nervous and jumpy inside, like something big was about to happen.

Stepping back from her camera, Alex nodded approvingly. “Well done, both of you.” She absently stroked her breasts. “Now… I’d like to get a little more daring.”

That sensation of panic began to flutter anew in Yukio’s belly, but Alex’s eyes rooted her to the spot, demanding perfect obedience. Yukio barely managed to restrain a shiver. Somehow, Alex had seen and noted her submissive tendencies — and the confident half-smile on the photographer’s face made it clear that she meant to take full advantage of what she knew.

“For this next batch of shots,” Alex continued, “I want to explore a more… personal side of a mother and daughter.” She gazed at Linnie, giving the girl a warm smile. “Linnie, do you remember what it was like to nurse from your mommy?”

Amused, the child slowly shook her head. “No, Miss Alex… I try to ‘member sometimes, but I was just a baby,” she replied, as if she thought the question to be a silly one.

The photographer laughed gently. “Well, sweetheart, perhaps we’ll give you a chance to experience it all over again.” She turned to Yukio, transfixing the woman with a penetrating look, all the while smiling. “Miss Shimizu, I’d like for you to cradle Linnie in your arms… hold her so that she can suckle at your breasts, just like when she was a baby.” She glanced at the girl. “Can you do that, Linnie?”

“I… I’d like to,” Linnie shyly replied.

Alex smiled at the girl. “Very well.” Her eyes flickered back to Yukio, the will in them penetrating into the young mother’s soul. “What about you, Miss Shimizu? Will you nurse Linnie for me, while I take pictures?”

Yukio stared at the older woman in muted anguish, silently pleading, Don’t make me do this. But Alex’s gaze was unwavering and certain.

It was up to Yukio to summon the will to walk away, if she could… if she had the resolve to end this, here and now. But did she really want to?

Wrong as the young mother knew it would be to let little Linnie suckle from her, the thought of feeling the child’s soft, warm mouth on her nipples had them tingling deliciously.

And honestly, she wondered, would it be such a bad thing? It’s not like I haven’t nursed her before… and Linnie loves the idea. I might even hurt her feelings if I said no.

Besides, what she saw in Alex’s bold stare made her hesitant to refuse the photographer’s wishes. She’s stronger than me, Yukio reminded herself, slowly yielding what little self-control she still possessed. I really should do what she says.

Somewhere in the far recesses of Yukio’s mind, a small voice protested. What will she ask you to do with Linnie next, you foolish woman? How far can she push you?

But Yukio thrust the thought away, abandoned herself to the now.

“Yes,” she said, her voice barely audible. “All right.”

Alex smiled, her eyes alight with victory. “Good. Now, let’s see…” She studied the cuddling mother and child. “Miss Shimizu, turn your upper half just a bit toward me. Now, Linnie, sit sideways in your mother’s lap, facing this way.”

They adjusted themselves accordingly, Yukio puzzled by the mixture of relief and regret she felt when her child’s warm sex was no longer pressing into her thigh. I don’t understand, she numbly told herself. Why is this happening to me? The very air seemed alive, charged with raw sexuality. And she was succumbing to it, falling under some wicked enchantment cast by Alex. That’s it, she’s a witch, Yukio thought, feeling a crazy, spontaneous urge to laugh out loud that she thankfully managed to stifle.

“That’s it — hold that pose,” Alex declared, framing an imaginary shot with her hands. “Now, Linnie… take Mommy’s nipple into your mouth.”

Linnie was thrilled, absolutely thrilled to be given the chance to nurse from Mummy, even if they were only pretending. Her lips parted, then closed over the pink tip of her mother’s breast.

Prepared as she was, Yukio was still stunned by how lovely it was to feel her daughter’s soft, warm mouth enveloping her sensitive nipple. It took an enormous effort not to move, to remain silent, to maintain a calm exterior. Her body was motionless; inside, a storm raged.

“Perfect… hold that,” muttered Alex, the camera’s insistent clicking immediately filling the small studio. She was using a handheld camera now — moving back and forth, taking in the scene from multiple angles. After about thirty shots, she paused. “All right, now you both can move a bit — just carry on like this is for real.”

Yukio’s lips parted, a tiny whimper escaping her throat. She felt unable to contain her growing excitement. Linnie, at first, had merely held the throbbing nipple between her lips… but now, now her child was really nursing, suckling eagerly from her as if she were truly feeding at Mummy’s breast.

Almost without meaning to, Yukio began to caress her little girl’s bare body.

Linnie was rapturous, ecstatic to be where she was. Mummy’s titty was so soft and lovely… and she could sense the pounding of her mother’s heart, feel the more mature body tremble against hers. Warm hands were stroking Linnie; gliding up and down her back, over her arms, shoulders, neck, sides. Mummy likes this, she told herself. That revelation only seemed to heighten her delight. I’m making her feel good!

“That’s just right, Linnie,” murmured Alex. “Don’t forget your mommy’s other nipple, though.”

The child dutifully shifted to the left breast, taking the tip into her mouth. An unbidden surge of sexual heat raced through Yukio’s slender frame when little Linnie began, once again, to suckle.

As a little girl, Linnie’s knowledge of sexuality was limited, but a lovely warmth in her belly was responding — and building — as she sensed that there was something very special about these good feelings she was giving her mummy. She knew that caressing her own tiny nipples produced a lovely tickly sensation deep inside, and decided that having them sucked must feel even nicer than that. Wish I could do this to both of Mummy’s titties at the same time, she mused.

And that gave her a most interesting idea…

Carefully, uncertain of what Alex might think, but longing to make Mummy as happy as she could, Linnie allowed her right hand, now resting on Yukio’s side, to slowly steal its way up her mother’s body. The child’s pulse raced with excitement as her hand moved to gently cover the exposed breast that she’d been nursing from just moments earlier.

A strangled gasp broke from Yukio as Linnie touched her right breast, the girl’s tiny mouth still enveloping the tip of the left. The little hand weighed the soft globe, cupped it, then began to fondle it. Oh, God, Yukio realized, mouth gaping in astonishment. My daughter is feeling me up!

“Very good, Linnie!” Alex exclaimed, her camera clicking frantically. “Keep doing that.”

But Linnie needed no further encouragement. This new no-clothes game she and Mummy were playing was the best thing ever! She adored the warmth and softness of her mother’s titties, loved touching them. And Mummy’s hands were still gliding over her body in a delightful way.

Parting her lips, Linnie released her mother’s nipple, burrowing between those lovely soft breasts to kiss Mummy there, now, and her hand moved to cover the now freed breast, the tip still moist from her mouth. Now she was touching both of them at once!

An unbidden cry spilled from Yukio’s lips — and she clutched her child with shaking hands. Linnie’s mouth seemed to be everywhere on her chest, kissing around and between her fingers, pleasuring Yukio as if it was the most natural game in the world for a little girl to play.

The camera clicked and whirred as Alex paced around the bed, but Yukio barely registered it in her rapture. Her body throbbed and pulsed like an idling engine, and she could feel a drop of warm vaginal fluid rolling down her inner thigh. The heady scent of pussy was increasingly thick in the room, and she wasn’t at all certain that it was only her sex that she smelled right then…

Suddenly realizing that the sounds of the camera had ceased, Yukio opened her eyes just in time to see Alex slip her red panties down to her right ankle with one hand, then carelessly cast them aside with an impatient flick of the foot.

Even as she reveled in the attention Linnie was lavishing on her breasts, Yukio couldn’t help but stare at the now nude photographer, standing with her legs slightly spread as if putting her sex on display. Alex had a lush triangle of auburn pubes, a hint of pink flesh lurking within the dark curls.

Meeting Yukio’s gaze, Alex paused, standing with her legs parted to give the meek Japanese beauty a good, long look at her cunt. Then she moved closer, taking in this intimate moment between mother and daughter.

Finally, noticing that no pictures were being taken, Linnie raised her head from her mother’s breasts and turned to Alex, her eyes widening at the realization that her photographer was now completely naked. She nibbled her lower lip, staring in fascination at the older woman’s bush.

Alex nodded approvingly. “That was just right… exactly what I wanted,” she murmured. “Let’s try this, now. Yukio, lie down on your back. Linnie, get on top of your mommy and do like you were just now… show her how much you love her. Now, Yukio, while she does that, I want you to caress Linnie all over. Don’t be shy about it — let me see how much your little girl means to you.” She fell silent, waiting expectantly, her calm eyes locked with those of the young mother.

Yukio stared in disbelief at Alex. She’s not even asking me to do these things now… just giving orders! And she’s never called me by my first name before, not ever…

This was unquestionably going too far, much too far.

So why was she meekly obeying, gently shifting Linnie from her lap so that she could lie back on the bed? Why were her thighs parting to reveal her glistening sex?

Now in the pose Alex wanted, Yukio attempted to ease the tension she felt with a deep, slow breath — and that was when her naked little girl, giving Mummy a bashful smile, crawled into her arms.

The weight and remarkable softness of Linnie’s bare body felt exquisite against Yukio’s, but to the tortured mother, the contact was a wondrous agony, making the gnawing sexual hunger she felt all the more acute.

Alex is taking control of me, she told herself, pushing me into loving Linnie, the way no mother ought to… and I can’t stop it from happening! Her arms slipped around the nude little girl, both hands already exploring Linnie’s boyish frame. But after all, I don’t really want to stop, now do I…?

Yukio gasped when, once again, the child’s mouth took in the tip of her breast. Without another thought, she allowed one hand to drift further down Linnie’s smooth, supple back until she was cupping her little girl’s bottom.

Linnie responded eagerly to her mother’s touch, moaning around Yukio’s nipple, arching her rump to press back against the stroking hand. As she continued to nurse, Linnie’s hand hesitantly sought out her mother’s free breast, to fondle it like she had before.

Panting ecstatically, Yukio caressed Linnie’s backside with both hands, stroking the smooth, soft globes. She knew how wrong it was to fondle her eight-year-old daughter this way, knew she would torment herself with guilt afterward. But the hunger Yukio felt for her exquisite child could no longer be pushed aside and ignored. She loved Linnie, loved her more than her own life — and now that love was flavored with the spice of desire.

Besides, she wants this. My baby wants this, too.

“That’s so lovely, Yukio,” whispered Alex, her lips nearly touching the trembling mother’s ear. “You and your little girl are beautiful together.”

“I love her s-so much,” Yukio moaned. “Oh, Linnie, sweetheart, I adore you.”

Linnie raised her face from her mother’s breasts, gazing dreamily at Yukio. “And I love you, Mummy. More than — than anything!”

Staring into her daughter’s warm brown eyes, Yukio melted inside at the adoration she saw there, the innocent beauty of Linnie’s soul reflected in that flawless face. Suddenly, she gasped as an unexpected orgasm seized her.

It was a small climax, only a hint of the massive detonation that still lurked inside the shivering mother. A quick glance at Alex, who smiled knowingly at Yukio, made it obvious that she knew and approved of what had just happened.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Mummy?” Linnie stammered, her eyes wide with alarm. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine, little one,” Alex murmured, gently patting Linnie’s shoulder. “Too many good feelings, that’s all. It’s because you make her so happy.” She bent down, smiling fondly at the little girl. “Why don’t you give your mommy a nice kiss? Bet she’d love it.”

Yukio somehow felt hot and cold at the same time as she and her daughter stared at one another. Suddenly timid, Linnie licked her lips before she moved in to place a soft peck on her mother’s mouth. Then she drew away, blushing but clearly pleased.

“Oh, now, Linnie,” Alex cooed, “you can do better than that!” Yukio’s heart hammered frantically as the photographer’s calm, confident gaze shifted to meet hers. “Now you try it, Yukio. Show Linnie how to kiss when you’re in love.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, that tiny voice was at it again, begging Yukio to stop this madness, to take her child and run far, far away from this woman and her dangerous scheme — but the nearly delirious mother had passed the point of no return. She stifled this voice of repression, wished it away. Linnie was naked and lying in her arms, ready to receive a lesson in love. How could she say no to her daughter?

“My angel,” she whispered, losing herself once more in the girl’s eyes as she drew closer, kissing Linnie’s soft, sweet mouth, letting it linger. She pulled back just long enough to give her enthralled daughter an adoring smile, then closed her eyes, bending to kiss her again. This time, Yukio allowed her tongue to graze Linnie’s lower lip.

Her daughter responded with a squeak of surprise, her lips parting slightly — and Yukio was helpless to resist an overwhelming impulse to deepen the kiss. She pressed her mouth to Linnie’s, her tongue seeking entrance.

The young mother’s body hummed like a struck tuning fork, a single note of shimmering perfection flowing through her as, for the first time, Yukio kissed her eight-year-old child like a lover. Linnie seemed to melt in her embrace, willingly accepting what her mother had to give.

Linnie’s heart throbbed almost violently as Yukio’s tongue penetrated her mouth. Mummy’s really kissing me, the astonished child told herself, just like with her girlfriend!

Yukio had always been shy about open displays of affection with her lovers, but Linnie had once watched as Mummy and another woman made out on the living room couch. She was supposed to be asleep, but had tiptoed into the kitchen for a glass of water, and found herself immediately enthralled by the sight of Mummy and her nice new friend Julia doing girlfriend stuff together.

Linnie had never seen anyone kiss that way before — tongues darting back and forth, meeting and mingling, almost as if their mouths were talking to one another, only without words.

She had wanted so badly to see more, but knew that Mummy would be very unhappy if she caught her little girl spying. So Linnie reluctantly crept back to bed, where she lay awake for a long while.

Ever since that night, the eight-year-old had dreamed of being kissed like that, and now she was — only it was Mummy whose tongue was flickering into her mouth, Mummy’s lips that moved in such a lovely way against hers. For that matter, it was Mummy’s hands that were exploring her body, touching her in places where no one else had ever touched before.

Linnie understood that yes, her mother was doing these things, but she still didn’t comprehend why.

Suddenly, with a blinding flash of realization, she knew what was happening, as if a veil had been ripped away with a single sharp tug. Oh my gosh… it’s, it’s me — I’m Mummy’s girlfriend now!

It was an idea so big that she could barely grasp it — only lie dazed on top of her naked mother, feeling a soft tongue circling her lips. But — but why would she want to be girlfriends with me? I’m just a kid! I don’t have boobs, or a sexy big butt, or anything!

Yet Mummy was kissing her mouth, just like real lovers did… and she sure seemed excited about doing it! They were such warm, delicious, yummy yummy yum kisses, too.

She ought to have been scared — well, she was, just a little. Mostly, though, Linnie was ecstatic. She’d dreamed of being loved like this by another girl someday, when she was a few years older — but to have her mother, the most beautiful woman in the whole world, who the eight-year-old child adored more than anyone, giving her this… it was enough to make Linnie’s heart swell with joy.

Suddenly the girl felt Alex’s soft lips graze her ear, whispering, “Kiss your mommy back, Linnie… that’s what she wants.”

Thrilled as she already was, Linnie felt a fresh surge of excitement at Alex’s suggestion.

Hesitantly at first, she allowed her tongue to touch Mummy’s, as if introducing herself. Then she began to share in the kissing, no longer letting her mother do all the work.

Linnie’s excitement soared when Yukio moaned into her mouth, then returned her kiss with a passion that stole the child’s breath away. Now their tongues were mingling freely, and Mummy was even touching her bottom with both hands!

Yukio seethed with desire. This was love as she never imagined it could be, sex and magic bound together in the small, bare body of her little girl. She stroked and squeezed Linnie’s pert little behind, on the verge of allowing her fingers to steal between the child’s thighs to explore her bare slit.

Continue on to Chapter 4

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

The story thus far: Nine-year-old model Linnie is doing an intimate, after-hours session in the studio of professional photographer Alexandra, known to all as Alex. For the first time, their shoot is also attended by Linnie’s lesbian mother Yukio, who has a serious but unspoken crush on Alex. Yukio gets increasingly turned on by Alex as the session proceeds… but is also surprised (and dismayed) to find herself feeling aroused by the sight of her scantily-clad daughter. She does her best to fight these feelings, trying to center her attention on Alex.

*****

Taking a deep breath, Yukio directed her attention to the full, braless breasts of the photographer, imagining those huge nipples stiffening as she licked them.

Beneath the bright lights, Linnie was enjoying those lovely, dreamy feelings again, that growing feeling of ticklish warmth in the core of her tummy. And somehow, the presence of her mother made those feelings seem even nicer. The beautiful eight-year-old had never heard the word “exhibitionist” before; indeed, didn’t even know there was such a word — but Linnie knew how much she liked having Alex look at her when she was nearly naked. Now the child realized that being on display for Mummy was every bit as exciting.

Alex moved to reposition Linnie, this time laying the little girl on her tummy. Then she lightly tugged at the ties to the spaghetti straps on Linnie’s shoulders, undoing them both. Stepping back to her camera, Alex squeezed off a dozen shots before returning to the prone girl. She guided Linnie up into a sitting position, and the gauzy top fell off.

Though she had seen her daughter nude many times before, this time Yukio was left breathless at the sight of Linnie’s boyish upper half, how utterly flawless it was — the dancer-like elegance of the child’s body, the warm golden hue of her skin, the tiny but visibly erect nipples, a promising signpost of the day when Linnie would ripen into puberty.

More photos were taken. Suddenly Alex paused in her work, reaching down to grasp the bottom of the t-shirt she wore before tugging the thin garment over her head in a single motion, revealing tufts of soft blonde hair under her arms for a brief instant before carelessly casting the shirt aside. “Just so you’re not the only one without a top,” Alex murmured as she smiled at the half-naked little girl, a slight huskiness to her voice.

Yukio’s heart smashed against her ribcage as the now topless photographer approached Linnie again, her slightly drooping breasts jiggling with every step she took, each movement she made. She glanced at her daughter — then froze, nearly gasping out loud at the expression on the child’s face. Linnie was staring openly at Alex’s naked upper half, lips slightly parted, utterly mesmerized, a soft red coloring the golden tone of her cheeks.

Yukio’s head swam as she saw her own desires clearly mirrored in the face of her underage daughter. She’d never given much thought to Linnie’s sexuality before, but now she wondered: Could my little girl have a crush on Alex…?

Amazingly enough, the idea of her child feeling a sexual attraction for a woman only intensified her own arousal. Her panties were becoming wet, and the core of Yukio’s sex throbbed and burned like a roaring furnace. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, telling herself: Stop thinking about her like this! She’s your daughter, she’s only eight, it’s wrong.

Alex carefully paced in a circle around Linnie, studying the child as if deciding how to pose her next, all the while giving Yukio a good look at her breasts, which bobbed enticingly with each step she took. A quick glance at her daughter made it clear that Linnie was watching them, too.

Suddenly kneeling before the child, Alex reached out to pull on the bow string of Linnie’s bikini underpants. It came undone, and the woman slowly, slowly pulled them away, fully revealing the bare beauty of the little girl’s vulva.

Linnie felt as if she were floating. It felt so good, so wonderful to be undressed… completely naked, every bit of her body revealed the way she’d wanted it to be, letting Miss Alex see everything she had.

And there was her mommy, just a few feet away, gazing at her in a way that made Linnie shiver. Miss Alex thinks I’m pretty with my clothes off, she happily told herself. And so does Mommy.

Alex reached out to touch Linnie’s cheek. “You are the loveliest creature, little one… absolutely perfect.”

Linnie blushed, gazing up at her bare-breasted friend with adoring eyes. Alex smiled back, then became the seasoned professional again, carefully positioning the body of her young model. She straightened one leg until it extended out before the sitting child, leaving the other bent at the knee, Linnie’s right buttock barely touching her heel. Lifting the girl’s right arm, Alex placed Linnie’s hand upon the back of her neck, leaving her elbow raised at a sharp angle.

Stepping away, she studied her work — then nodding in approval, moved to her camera.

Yukio’s heart continued to thrum rapidly, both hands tangled tightly in her lap. She hardly knew where to look. On one hand, Alex’s womanly body made her ache inside, especially those large, slightly drooping breasts, capped by huge, downward-pointing nipples that cried out to be sucked. But then there was her nude daughter, transformed by some strange magic into a sexy nymphet — her legs wide apart, the view of Linnie’s sex affecting Yukio as it never had before.

And Linnie saw her looking, yet not only was the little girl unfazed by her mother’s attention, she seemed to welcome it; posing proudly, completely unashamed of her own nakedness.

She wants me to see her, Yukio realized with a start.

She stared intently at the hairless, thickly lipped slit. Was it her imagination, or was her daughter’s vagina glistening slightly? Was Linnie sexually aroused? Was Alex?

Her eyes shifted from the woman to the child, the child to the woman… and Yukio found herself unable to say which of the two excited her most. She was certain, though, of which of them should not be making her feel this way, should not be stirring these lovely warm feelings below her belly…

At the camera, Alex ran through more than twenty shots, then straightened herself to gaze thoughtfully at Linnie, absently stroking her chin. Suddenly turning to the girl’s mother, she said, “Miss Shimizu…”

Startled and crashing out of her reverie, Yukio gaped at Alex. “Y-yes?” Unable to help herself, she stole yet another quick glance at Alex’s bare breasts, then blushed hotly at the amused glint she saw in the older woman’s eyes, embarrassed to have been caught looking.

Alex smiled gently. “I, um, wanted to take some shots of a mother with her daughter…and it would be very helpful to me if you posed for a little while with Linnie.”

Yukio gaped at the half-naked woman. “I d-don’t know…” she stammered.

“You can do it,” soothed Alex. “Don’t be shy. You have a lovely body… and I know that you and Linnie will be beautiful together.” She tapped her camera. “No one will ever see these photos, you have my word on that. They’re for my private files — and for you, of course.”

The blood roared in Yukio’s veins as the true meaning of Alex’s words hit home, and she realized what the photographer was asking her to do. You have a lovely body. As casually as that!

She glanced at her daughter, a shiver racing through her body when she saw Linnie nod eagerly, her eyes dancing with excitement. “Yes, Mummy!” the child cried. “Come and pose with me!”

Yukio stared up at Alex again. Every atom of common sense she possessed told her to refuse. And yet… she was in love with this woman. How many times since meeting Alex had she masturbated, imagining herself in bed with her, buried beneath the weight of this luscious Amazon, being kissed by her until she could scarcely breathe?

You have a lovely body. Could she really say no, deny Alex what she wanted? And isn’t this what I want, too? Yukio asked herself.

“It would mean a lot if you could do this,” Alex softly said, her gaze calm and even. “I’d be… very grateful.” Her hand rested for a heartbeat on Yukio’s upper arm. So warm…

It was all too much to consider. Best to simply give in, to do as she had as a timid girl of twelve when Sophie first kissed her, and joyfully submit to the will of the stronger woman. After all, Alex’s strength was one of the qualities she loved most.

Legs trembling, Yukio removed her shoes, then slowly stood, taking a deep, calming breath. Then she reached for the top button of her blouse.

Slowly, methodically, she unfastened each one, finally opening the garment and shrugging it from her shoulders to reveal a small black bra. Too nervous to meet Alex’s gaze, Yukio carefully folded her blouse, then placed it on the sofa she’d just vacated. Undoing the hook of her skirt, she slid the dark material down the length of her legs to her ankles, carefully stepping from it.

Now dressed only in her bra, matching panties and knee-high stockings, Yukio paused to steady her nerves, then reached behind, biting her lower lip as she unfastened the bra. Her hands were clumsy, and it took a couple of tries to get the small clasp undone, but after a few seconds she allowed the lace cups to fall away, revealing her breasts. They were very small, but exquisite. She had been nearly flat-chested for most of her life, but pregnancy had bestowed her with A-cups. A gift from my daughter, she called them.

Struggling with her instinctive shyness, Yukio forced herself to lower both arms rather than fold them over her chest. It was nearly as difficult for her to raise her eyes to meet those of the half-nude Alex, but she somehow managed the task, a new surge of desire coursing through her belly as she read the hunger and lust that was written on the photographer’s face. Now Yukio knew for certain that Alex wanted her.

Turning slightly to look at her daughter, Yukio’s arousal redoubled itself when she spied the awe in Linnie’s wide-open eyes. The girl was hugging herself tightly, seeming for all the world as if she were living out her most wondrous dream.

And at that moment, despite her reservations about these strange feelings she was having for her little girl, Yukio saw no good reason why Linnie shouldn’t see everything.

Moving back to the couch, she propped one foot on the seat’s edge, rolling the stocking down and off, then repeating the process with her other leg. She moved slowly, steeling herself for what she would be taking off next. Dropping both stockings beside her shoes, she took a deep breath before turning back to her audience.

Gripping the waistband of her jet-black panties, the petite woman closed her eyes for an instant before sliding them down her hips, over her legs and to the floor in one swift motion, fearful that she might not follow through on her intention to undress completely if she were to hesitate, even for a second.

Straightening herself, Yukio carefully stepped from the discarded underthings and stood utterly still, displaying herself to Linnie and Alex.

Linnie’s heart pounded so hard that it echoed in her ears, the eight-year-old quivering inside at the sight of her beautiful mother without any clothes on. It was something she’d never, ever imagined getting to see for herself. Mummy had always been very private about her own body, wearing nothing more revealing than a knee-length bathrobe around the apartment. And ever since Linnie had begun to notice how nice the sight of pretty women made her feel deep inside, she’d ached to see more of Mummy, much more.

And now Mummy was naked, standing just a few feet away, letting her and Alex look at… at everything!

The child’s eyes drank in every part of her mother’s body, wanting to remember it all in case this magical moment never happened again.

She’s so beautiful, an enchanted Linnie mused. Hope I’m pretty as she is when I grow up.

She studied Mummy’s boobies. They were much, much smaller than Alex’s, but somehow just right for her size; capped with deep brown nipples that made the little girl think of chocolate.

That’s how I got milk from Mummy, Linnie told herself, trying to remember what it was like to be nestled in those gentle arms, her mouth fastened to a warm breast.

Her mother’s arms and legs were slender and elegant, shoulders delicately sculpted, the tummy soft and welcoming. She was lovely all over, but Linnie found her gaze especially drawn to Mummy’s kitty — that special, secret place that every girl and woman had between their legs.

She knew that women had hair down there, at least most of them did — but she’d never seen such a thing  for real, not until now. Mummy’s dark triangle seemed incredibly soft, and Linnie found herself longing to touch it, to know what it felt like. Wonder if she’d let me? the child asked herself. The very thought made her shiver.

Yukio’s eyes widened slightly as Alex took a step toward her. Is she going to seduce me in front of my daughter? she wondered. And… and how would I react if she did? She hadn’t thought things out as far as this — the possibility of her eight-year-old watching as she had sex with a woman. Oddly enough, the idea seemed mysteriously alluring.

But the photographer only walked around Yukio in a circle, studying her naked body, appraising it. Yukio forced herself to remain motionless — letting Alex take a good look, quivering inside as she waited for something, anything to happen, half-eager, half-terrified. Alex kept both hands to herself, though.

Little Linnie gazed eagerly at her mummy and Alex, both undressed and so close together — a sight that put some very interesting ideas into her head.

She knew that Mummy liked women instead of men. Nearly a year ago, Yukio had sat down with her child to explain that she was a lesbian, and what that word meant. She told Linnie that she would like to bring girlfriends home once in awhile, and asked if that was all right.

Rather than become upset, as Yukio had feared, Linnie had been elated. At her age she didn’t care at all for boys, generally finding them a childish nuisance. The knowledge that women could be with each other was a wondrous revelation to her.

Then and there, Linnie decided that she too would be a lesbian when she grew up, but she’d been too bashful to tell Mummy that.

When Yukio had explained her sexual preference to Linnie, she’d told her daughter all about how women who were attracted to one another would “make love.” Linnie had heard that expression before, but the way Mummy said it made those words come alive in the child’s imagination.

That night, Linnie lay in bed hugging a pillow, picturing her mother with her clothes off, in bed and cuddling with another pretty lady. Then she began to think about her own future, dreaming of the day when she’d be old enough to have a girlfriend.

In her mind’s eye Linnie saw an older, shapelier version of herself, hugging a teenage girl with long blonde hair. Their eyes would meet for a moment before they kissed, pressing their mouths together the way men and women did it on television.

It was a vision that left Linnie warm all over, one that she would find herself returning to again and again in the nights to come.

Since then, the eight-year-old often felt a secret, delicious thrill at the sight of beautiful women, in photos and in real life. Now, Linnie experienced a heated rush of excitement as she watched Alex, wearing only panties, closely observing her naked mother.

What if Miss Alex and Mummy became lovers? she pondered. That thought was so wonderful that she wanted to hold it, hug it close.

Yukio stood stock-still, quaking inside and not wanting it to show as she felt the eyes of Alex upon her. She ached for the touch of the photographer, now standing close enough for Yukio to sense her body heat, to breathe in the perfume of her skin. Oh, Alex, she silently pleaded, do something… don’t just make me stand here like this.

Lost in her thoughts, Yukio started when Alex finally spoke. “You’re very beautiful, Miss Shimizu,” the older woman murmured, still feasting her eyes on Yukio’s nudity. “Even more so than I imagined.” Alex’s voice was low and sensual, the purr of a contented cat. “Like a teenage beauty, so elegant and petite… utterly flawless.”

“Th-thank you,” stammered Yukio, her heart racing as, once again, she waited for Alex to make a move — a kiss on the cheek, a hand on her shoulder, anything.

Instead, the photographer said, now sounding completely matter-of-fact, “Well, then… why don’t you go sit on the bed with Linnie?”

Yukio’s gaze shifted from Alex to her daughter, somehow knowing what she would see. Sure enough, little Linnie was practically bouncing in anticipation, the bed jiggling along with her nodding head.

Yukio felt her heart swell with a surge of adoration for her beautiful child. Then she was moving, placing one foot in front of another, padding over where a very naked Linnie waited. With each step, Yukio was conscious of the growing warmth and wetness between her thighs.

She carefully climbed onto the bed, seating herself in a lotus position beside her daughter, who immediately threw both arms around her, hugging Yukio tightly as she squirmed into her mother’s lap. “Mummy… oh, Mummy,” whispered Linnie, “I like you posing with me.”

The lighting suddenly dimmed, and a startled Yukio glanced up to see Alex moving away from one of the large lamps. Noting Yukio’s stare, the photographer grinned. “I thought we’d go with more intimate lighting for these shots.”

Yukio turned back to her daughter. God, I’m on fire, she thought, knowing that her passion was made even stronger by the softness and warmth of the little girl’s body, now pressed enticingly against hers. I really shouldn’t feel this way, the young mother told herself, even as her arms encircled Linnie’s bare body. It’s wrong to be so, so stimulated by my own child… by this whole situation. Isn’t it?

She knew that her hunger for Alex was what had her so keyed-up and confused. But in some weird way, Linnie was also awakening a longing that lurked deep within Yukio’s soul. Only occasionally had she found herself attracted to very young girls, and she’d never felt that way about her daughter. But now she was seeing something in Linnie that she never had before. The way she looked at me when I was standing there naked… Once again, she wondered if her eight-year-old could be a budding lesbian.

Now Linnie was straddling her thigh, and Yukio shivered as the child’s warm, dewy slit pressed against her skin. She felt a panicky impulse to pull away from her daughter, seize her clothes and bolt from the room. I can’t think these things about Linnie, she told herself. I can’t, I can’t!

Still, Yukio remained where she was, cuddling her nude little girl, resisting a sudden, crazy desire to slide her hands down Linnie’s body and caress that flawless bottom.

Continue on to Chapter 3