Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy (with babykeiko)

It was warm in the photography studio beneath the dazzling intensity of the lights, but eight-year-old Lynn, Linnie to her mother and nearly everyone who knew her, was used to it.

She’d been an experienced model for years, posing since she was a toddler in ads for children’s clothes, toy catalogs, family restaurants and the like. Linnie was popular with advertising agencies for her cherubic face, long, full-bodied hair, golden-hued skin, and a certain adorable aspect that just couldn’t be faked. The camera loved her, and that love translated into steady work for the little girl.

But this session was special. In the last few months Linnie had become the preferred child model of one of her regular photographers, a woman named Alex. They worked together frequently for commercial shoots. Recently, though, Linnie’s time with Alex had drifted more and more into the realm of private photography, posing for snapshots not meant to be seen by the public. There was a smaller, private corner of Alex’s loft that she and the child would move to after the work was done. There several cameras waited, loaded and ready.

A pattern quickly developed between photographer and model — first, the regular commercial assignments, then their special session, consisting of whatever Alex wanted.

Initially, they began with little Linnie in things like cute tops and shorts, pajamas and bathing suits — but as the child grew increasingly comfortable, the outfits became skimpier, even sexier. The photographs were dreamy and sensuous, never lewd or distasteful.

Though Linnie had been a little uneasy at first with the intimacy of these private sessions, she quickly came to enjoy them much more than her regular modeling jobs. First of all, she loved the attention from Alex — whose full name was Alexandra, though Linnie always addressed her as “Miss Alex.” She was a large but attractive woman, her body soft and full, even Rubenesque. Yet she possessed a strength and assurance that gave her a truer beauty than many of the models Linnie encountered in her day-to-day work.

Linnie loved the way that Alex took charge during a shoot, never treating her like a silly little girl or calling her babyish names, the way so many of the other photographers did. Instead, the woman was very direct with her instructions, just as she would be with a grownup model. Linnie wanted to be as professional as she could, not needing to think about the job, just to be herself in the presence of someone who loved her. Linnie knew, deep down inside, that Alex did love her, too.

Truth be told, she also enjoyed the naughty outfits Alex gave her to wear — but most of all, she loved how it felt to reveal her body to the older woman. Being a child, Linnie’s understanding of sexuality was still dimly defined, but for her there was a very real thrill in modeling without wearing much in the way of clothes, and in being photographed in strange poses unlike any she’d ever attempted for toy advertisements. This work was a little bit scary but incredibly exciting, and somehow it made her feel more like a grownup than ever before. Posing for Alex in skimpy underthings gave her all sorts of luscious sensations down in her tummy. Even her kitty, that mysterious place between her legs, would become all warm and tingly. To Linnie, it was like kisses and a hot bath and chocolate — all at once!

After the first few of these special, more intimate sessions, the directions from Alex started to become physical, rather than verbal. Instead of giving Linnie instructions, the woman would often simply move the child into the poses she wanted: a leg bent this way, her arm elegantly arched over her head, her bottom teasingly presented to the camera. The girl’s heart would skip a beat as Alex silently turned her onto one side, then touched a thigh with warm, soft hands as she positioned it, her body molded and arranged to fit the photographer’s imagination.

Alex always dressed in a very casual way around Linnie. Then gradually, over the course of the shoot, the woman would somehow end up wearing less and less, though Linnie seldom saw her remove a piece of clothing. It was as if Alex magically became exposed, a little at a time — just as Linnie herself was inching ever nearer to nudity without quite getting there.

The child was fascinated with the older woman’s body, and never missed an opportunity to steal a furtive glance at the scantily-clad photographer as she snapped off one shot after another. Alex was every inch a woman, and Linnie loved to peek at her pendulous breasts, nipples clearly visible beneath the thin t-shirts she wore. Then there was her cute belly button, easily seen if the top Alex wore was short enough, nestled in her soft, slightly rounded tummy.

But best of all, Linnie decided, was Alex’s round, inviting bottom, especially when covered only by plain cotton panties. The child’s heart seemed to beat faster when she saw the shadowy line between Alex’s buttocks, occasionally detectable when she moved or stood in a certain way.

Alex kept her studio very warm — “to keep you comfy, sweetheart,” she always said. So for her to shed items of clothing while she worked made perfect sense, yet it only added to the strange, wonderful feelings that the awed eight-year-old experienced while she posed.

Once a few of these private shoots had taken place, Linnie found herself longing for Alex to take things even further than before; to tell her to take off everything, to completely expose her body. Then perhaps Alex would undress as well, giving the child a good look at what she wanted to see so very much.

To Linnie, the prospect of a glimpse at the older woman’s nudity was like a long denied, eagerly awaited treat. The child loved to look at pictures of naked women, including the ones Alex had taken that adorned this part of the studio, and it always made her light-headed to imagine what it would be like, seeing her beloved Miss Alex without any clothes on at all.

For this shoot, Linnie was on a lovely faux-antique bed with a carved oaken frame, the large mattress covered with a buttery yellow spread. The girl wore the tiniest of bikini undies, with little bow ties on the sides and two pretty butterflies on the front of the panties to conceal the outline of her babyish pudenda. Her ensemble was topped by a filmy, see-through top with spaghetti straps over her slim shoulders.

Usually, Alex’s special sessions with Linnie were conducted in complete privacy. Once the commercial work was done, the studio was cleared of onlookers, and the photographer’s assistant, who handled the lighting and makeup, was sent home for the day. So there was no one to see the titillating outfits the little girl wore, or the provocative positions Alex had her assume.

This day, though… this day was different. There was a silent witness to the sensual display.

Linnie’s mother Yukio watched from a nearby couch placed against the wall, taking in the view while Alex and her daughter worked together. And though the sofa was plush and deep, Yukio was perched on the edge of her seat, eyes wide as she drank in the lovely sight of the woman and the child, both scantily clad.

Linnie was in her barely-there bikini underthings, while Alex was barefoot, wearing only red panties and a white “wife beater” top that poorly concealed her generous breasts. Her discarded bra dangled from an unused tripod, and her nipples were so prominent beneath the flimsy top that their pinkness could be seen.

Yukio found herself enthralled by the beauty of her little girl, how the sensual nature of Linnie’s poses made the nearly nude eight-year-old seem, for the first time, like a sexual creature. But her attention, for the most part, was centered on Alex. Her heart throbbed as she gazed longingly at the full-figured photographer, who was busily snapping one shot after another.

The 35-year-old Japanese woman was smitten by Alex, and had been from the moment she introduced herself to her daughter’s new employer. As they first shook hands, Yukio was trembling inside, her body seething with desire.

Alex reminded Yukio of her very first lover, a babysitter named Sophie who had taken her to bed when Yukio had been an awkward girl of twelve.

Sophie was a gym teacher from a nearby high school, and she had been amazingly warm and friendly with little Yukio from the start. The shy Japanese preteen was a lonely child, too often ignored by her career- driven parents, while Sophie was a lesbian in her late twenties with an unsatisfied appetite for young girls.

Perhaps it was inevitable that they would become intimate. In fact, they first made love when Sophie was staying overnight with Yukio, looking after the young girl while her parents were out of town for a corporate conference.

She’d been nervous and a bit frightened at first, but when she finally understood what Sophie wanted, Yukio eagerly gave herself over to her babysitter — first, nestling in the woman’s arms, sharing soft kisses that gradually grew increasingly passionate, then climbing the stairs hand in hand with Sophie to her bedroom, where she meekly allowed herself to be undressed.

Then Yukio lay naked upon the bed, watching with huge eyes as Sophie removed every bit of her own clothing, then posed proudly for the little girl, hands resting on her shapely hips.

Yukio still recalled how her heart throbbed as she drank in the sight of Sophie’s magnificent body, so unlike the boyish frame she herself had possessed in those days. She had large and slightly drooping breasts like soft, pink pears, made for nuzzling, while her nipples were absolutely huge and pointed downward from her generous chest. She had a lovely, somewhat bulging tummy and a body with enough bulk to make her full-figured rather than fat.

Sophie had stood at the foot of the bed long enough to let her new lover have a good look, then climbed on to lie beside Yukio, taking the slender twelve-year-old into her arms and claiming her mouth in a sweet French kiss.

Their first time together was intense, driven, the lust of the woman harmonizing perfectly with the girl’s excitement. When Sophie lay between Yukio’s quivering thighs and licked wildly at the virginal slit, the dazzled child could only whimper, certain that nothing else in the whole world could feel as good as this…

The second time Sophie made love to her was all gentleness, tender caresses coupled with the feather-light touch of lips on skin, their bare bodies moving languidly together amidst the tangled sheets until Yukio came again. And once she’d regained her breath, the timid young girl became bold, eager to return the pleasures she’d been given.

More than two decades later, watching Alex and her daughter at work, Yukio shivered as she remembered the thick, dark curls adorning Sophie’s pubis, the glistening pink flesh that lurked beneath them, the warm wetness that she found waiting within the juicy slit when she fingered her new lover — and, nicest of all, the tart, rich taste when she licked it for the first time.

Still recalling the loveliness of Sophie’s sex, Yukio found herself staring at the front of Alex’s panties while the woman reloaded her camera, wondering if she shaved or not.

Yukio was only able to repeat her intimacy with Sophie on three other occasions, but these were more than enough to convince her that she was meant to love women — and sure enough, with a single exception, all her lovers and sexual partners had been female.

Her daughter Linnie had been the result of Yukio’s only sexual experience with a man; a Nigerian doctor named Okwe, who she’d met while on vacation in London not long after completing her Master’s degree. She had found him immensely charming, and was surprised to find herself allowing him to take her to bed. In fact, she slept with him several more times during her week in England. They’d always used protection, but it had clearly failed at least once.

Yukio was stunned to learn of her pregnancy a few weeks after returning to the States. For days she agonized over what to do, then finally resolved to keep and raise the child herself. Seven months later, Lynn was born.

Linnie’s remarkable beauty was a mixture of the best features of both her parents. The elegant lines of her face and the gently curved mouth came from Yukio, while the laughing brown eyes had been one of Okwe’s nicest attributes. The thick, curly hair seemed to owe more to Africa, while the golden tone to her skin was a blend of both races. Whatever her heritage, though, there was no doubt that Linnie was an enchanting creature.

Back in the here and now, a surge of renewed desire flowed through Yukio’s slight form as Alex bent forward for a couple of shots, the material of her panties stretching enough to reveal the crease between her buttocks. Yukio squirmed in her seat as she imagined herself kneeling behind Alex and kissing her bare bottom, then licking a moist path through the woman’s anal cleft.

Setting her camera aside, Alex padded over to Linnie and, without a word, positioned the child so that she was kneeling, both hands resting on her head. Once she had the pose she wanted, Alex began to rapidly snap off shot after shot, getting views of Linnie’s front and profile.

Noticing that her little girl’s nipples were quite visible through the filmy top she wore, Yukio was surprised to find that the sight of her child’s partial nudity only added to her own arousal.

It’s all erotic, she decided, all of it. The whole scene playing out before me. Alex, my daughter, the sexy underthings… it’s all part of the same living dream. She would have given anything to be Linnie at that moment: a pliable doll, there for the sexy photographer to use as she wished.

As if she intended to tease the enthralled mother even more, Alex chose that moment to arrange Linnie again, this time positioning the child on her back with knees folded sideways, fully exposing the crotch of her panties.

Although Yukio knew she oughtn’t to look, her eyes were drawn between the child’s thighs, and a shiver fluttered up and down her spine as she perceived the contours of her daughter’s sex through the skimpy underpants. Linnie had prominent labia for her age, and Yukio could detect the very slight rise of her little girl’s mound. Once again she recalled the lovely flower of Sophie’s vagina, the first she had ever seen up close, and how enchanted she had been by her first lover’s rose-hued lips…

Suddenly angry with herself, Yukio pressed the nails of her right hand into the soft skin of her thigh, willing the sharp pain to sweep away the fevered thoughts that whirled madly inside her head. Alex was the one she wanted, the object of her lust. Why, then, was the sight of her barely-clad daughter feeding that hunger?

Then an image entered, unbidden, into the shocked woman’s mind. She saw herself and Linnie in bed together, the two of them naked, their bodies gently entwined as if they had just made love. Linnie was nuzzling her mummy’s breasts, while Yukio was cupping her child’s firm little bottom with both hands.

No, Yukio admonished herself, clenching her jaw. I won’t allow these thoughts. I won’t!

Once more she gazed at Alex, forcibly banishing these fantasies of incest and pedophilia to the darkest recesses of her mind.

Continue on to Chapter 2

By JetBoy

Wearing a long, gossamer-thin nightdress, Helen entered her niece Julia’s bedroom, turning to close the door behind her. She gazed at the young girl, seated in her bed, reading a Harry Potter book, Helen had forgotten which one. Her pulse throbbed at the sight of Julia’s innocent beauty.

Gently closing the door behind, Helen paused to moisten her lips, fighting to steady her voice before she spoke to the girl. Julia was enthralled by her book, all but unaware of her aunt’s presence. “Hello, precious.”

Julia slowly raised her head, giving her aunt a sweet smile.

The twelve-year-old girl was staying at Helen’s house while her mother, Helen’s older sister Susan, attended a sales convention. Helen was always glad to look after Julia any time she could — especially now that the cute moppet she used to babysit had blossomed into such a luscious preteen.

Julia closed her book, marking the place with her thumb. “Hi, Aunt Helen. Bedtime already?”

Helen nodded and said, “Yes, dear. Time to go to sleep.”

Glancing wistfully down at the thick volume, Julia sighed. “It’s sooooo hard to stop reading. You really wanna know what happens next.” She giggled. “But the whole book’s like that!”

“It’ll still be there for you tomorrow,” Helen said. “Come on now. Let’s get you settled in.”

“Kiss me goodnight first?” Julia asked shyly, and Helen felt her heart flip.

“Of course I will, sweetheart,” she replied. Gently taking the book from Julia and setting it to one side, Helen turned down the covers as Julia drew both knees up to her chin. That accomplished, Helen patted the bed. “Come on, honey, get underneath and I’ll tuck you in.”

Julia stretched out, wriggling her bottom down until her shoulders and head were resting on the pillow. As she moved, Helen caught what might have been a fleeting glimpse of the girl’s vulva through the gauzy pajama bottoms she wore — pink shorts that also left most of Julia’s bare legs on display. This provocative sleepwear had been Helen’s present to Julia, though she got even more pleasure from them than her niece did.

The sight, imagined or not, hit Helen like a blast of raw heat. Could Julia be wearing those without panties? she wondered.

Heart racing, she lifted the sheet and draped it over Julia’s legs, about halfway up her thighs, then sat on the edge of the bed.

“Do you like your new pajamas?” Helen asked.

“I do, lots! They’re very nice. Thank you again for getting them for me,” Julia replied. Peering down at the skimpy bottoms, she added, “I don’t think Mommy would like them, though.”  She pouted briefly, then visibly brightened. “Could I maybe leave my jammies here, Aunt Helen? I could wear them just for you.”

It took everything Helen had to keep from wrapping both arms around the young girl and kissing her full on the mouth. But she managed somehow to restrain herself, murmuring as she brushed a loose lock of hair from Julia’s face, “Why don’t you think your mommy would like your pajamas, sweetheart?”

Julia looked embarrassed, and her long eyelashes batted demurely as she said, “Because they are — well, the bottoms are so short, they’re sort of… sexy.”

“And she doesn’t want you to look sexy?” Helen asked, carefully placing her hand on the bed next to Julia’s thigh.

“No,” Julia said, a sulky tone to her voice. “Mommy always wants me to dress like I’m still a little kid!” She huffed in exasperation. “She says that girls that let their legs show are bad… the sort of girls, she says, who — who touch themselves.” Julia’s hand flew to her mouth, the girl’s eyes going wide as it struck her — what she’d just said.

“Touch themselves?” Helen queried with a raised brow.

Julia couldn’t look Helen in the eye, her cheeks burning as she whispered, “You know, touch themselves… down there.”

“Oh,” said Helen. “Don’t you ever touch yourself that way, sweetheart?”

“No!” blurted the young girl, biting her bottom lip before continuing. “Well… I did once, when I was in the shower.” She looked up at Helen through her long lashes, the perfect picture of innocence as she continued. “I didn’t mean to, Aunt Helen! I was just washing myself and it felt really good there, and, um…”

“And what, sweetheart?” Helen encouraged the young girl, her hand lightly resting on Julia’s silk-covered hip.

“It felt funny and… kinda nice, really. I wanted to keep doing it, but I thought about what Mommy said and I stopped,” Julia mumbled. Suddenly a look of fear stole across her sweet features. “You — you won’t tell her, will you, Aunt Helen?” she pleaded. “I didn’t mean to, but Mommy would be mad anyhow.”

God, Susan has turned into such a moralistic tight-ass, Helen thought. She smiled reassuringly, her hand gliding gently up Julia’s hip as she said, “No, honey, I won’t tell your mother. It’ll be our special secret.”

Once more the lashes batted as Julia said. “I do love you, Aunt Helen. Thank you for being so sweet to me.”

“And I love you, precious,” Helen replied gently. “That’s why I bought you the pajamas, you know. You’re such a pretty little girl… but you’re also growing up, so you ought to know what it’s like to feel sexy, to feel loved.” She leaned closer. “And it’s not wrong to touch yourself, sweetheart, no matter what my sister tells you. I do it all the time.”

Julia looked shocked and stammered. “You… you do?”

“Whenever I can,” Helen said with a conspiratorial wink. “I love making myself feel good — and so should you.”

Julia giggled, a sound like water flowing over stones in a brook. But the laughter stopped, her eyes growing wide as the tips of Helen’s fingers lightly traced a path up her bare thigh and onto the front of her pajama bottoms, brushing along the top of her mound. “Aunt Helen…?” she breathed.

“What, precious?” Helen asked as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of the young girl’s pajamas. To her delight, Julia had chosen to wear them without panties. Her fingers traced small circles in the soft down that adorned her niece’s vulva, drawing a gasp from Julia. “Does this feel good, honey?”

Julia said nothing, just nibbled her lower lip as she gazed wide-eyed at her aunt.

“It’s all right,” Helen assured her. “I won’t tell your mother. Doesn’t it feel nice… being touched like this?”

Barely above a whisper, Julia replied, “Yes…”

Helen smiled, “Is it making you feel funny? Kind of like when you get butterflies in your tummy — only lower down?”

A small, almost imperceptible nod of Julia’s head confirmed this. Helen couldn’t help but notice Julia’s nipples, now clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her top. Her lips barely touching the girl’s ear, she whispered. “Do you feel funny anywhere else, precious?”

With a look of embarrassment Julia confessed, “My… my b-boobies.” She gave her aunt a nervous glance, uncertain about using such a grownup word.

But Aunt Helen only smiled warmly. “How do they feel?”

Julia swallowed and bit her bottom lip before mumbling, “They feel all warm… and tingly.”

“Let me take a look,” Helen purred, slowly pulling on the bow that held the silken top closed with her free hand, watching with rising excitement as the loop shrank and vanished. Without the restraining knot the top slipped open, revealing the supple treasures within.

Helen spread her niece’s top the rest of the way open, exposing a budding breast. “You are so beautiful, child,” she breathed as her hand slid further down inside Julia’s pajamas to caress her sex, her exploring fingers drawing a tiny gasp from the young girl.

Helen watched the rise and fall of the girl’s bare breast, eyes alight in awe as Julia’s nipple began to stiffen, crying out to be touched, kissed, suckled. But the lust-drunk woman knew she had all the time in the world — and as her fingertips gently teased her niece’s now moist labia, she unveiled Julia’s other breast.

“May I show you how to kiss?” Helen asked — and without waiting for an answer she bent forward, lips brushing against Julia’s softly, the tip of her tongue detecting a hint of cherry lip balm.

Julia was frozen in shock. She didn’t try to stop her aunt, but neither did she respond as Helen slipped her tongue between the young girl’s parted lips, penetrating the warmth of her mouth.

At that moment, she wriggled the tip of her index finger into her niece’s vagina.

A moan sounded deep in Julia’s throat, and she began to tentatively respond to Helen’s searching tongue, shyly allowing hers to drift into her aunt’s welcoming mouth.

Surprising herself, the young teen hesitantly returned Helen’s kiss, then gasped in astonished wonder as that probing finger began to work its way in and out of her virginal slit, drawing forth more of the girl’s honey with each stroke.

Helen felt Julia quiver as the first tiny shocks of pleasure rippled through her, and she broke the kiss to look at her niece’s face, the girl’s eyes still wide with surprise.

“You like?” Helen asked with a smile.

Julia closed her eyes, hesitantly nodded.

Emboldened, Helen lightly touched the side of the girl’s breast, the backs of her long crimson nails sliding along the silky smooth skin, circling round and up towards the puckered tip. As she teased a taut nipple with her thumb, Helen allowed her finger to slip even deeper into Julia’s opening.

The young girl’s vagina clenched around the invading digit, Julia’s eyes widening further than ever as a pleasurable shudder overcame her nubile body.

“Do you want me to stop, precious?” Helen asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

Through shallow gasps Julia moaned, “Please don’t, please… Oh, this feels so nice, Aunt Helen.”

Helen licked her lips and, with deliberate slowness, dipped her head to envelop the young girl’s nipple as her finger slipped in and out of Julia’s slit. Teasing the pink bud with her tongue, she rolled the other between thumb and index finger, switching from one breast to the other then back again, leaving hints of red lipstick on her niece’s nipples.

By now Julia was moaning out loud, clutching her aunt’s head to her chest, rocking from side to side as strange new sensations flooded her body, threatening to overpower her with their intensity. Helen felt the soft body of her niece stiffen, the girl’s vagina gripping her finger as her orgasm found its release.

Julia let out a shriek as her whole world changed, made thrilling and new in one explosive moment.

Helen continued to kiss and suckle at her niece’s breasts until she felt the girl’s spasms fade to mere tremors.

Lifting her head, she studied Julia’s perfect face, flushed now and damp with sweat. The young girl’s smile said everything.

“Was that nice, then?” Helen asked gently as she let her finger slip out of Julia’s quivering pussy.

“Oh, Aunt Helen!” Julia all but sobbed with happiness. “That was wonderful. You’re so sweet, so good to me. W-why would Mommy not want me to feel like that?”

“I don’t know, but I think it would be better if we didn’t tell her… don’t you?” Helen said as she idly traced circles on the young girl’s stomach.

“I won’t tell,” Julia said solemnly. “Cross my heart.”

Helen smiled. “How does it feel down there now?”

“Warm… maybe a little sore,” Julia said, blushing a bit.

Untying the belt of her dressing gown as she stood, then letting her robe fall to the floor, Helen revealed her naked body. With a smile she said. “I can make it feel all better, precious.”

Turning back the sheet, Helen took hold of the waistband of Julia’s pajamas, then slowly pulled them down, giving the girl the opportunity to say no if she wanted. Instead, Julia helped by lifting her bottom clear of the bed, meekly allowing herself to be undressed. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but the very idea of Aunt Helen wanting to see her with no clothes on sent a twinge of warmth through her still tingling sex.

Placing both hands on Julia’s knees, Helen gently parted her niece’s legs, exposing the source of the intoxicating scent that was now making itself felt. Drawn to it like a bee to a flower, Helen knelt before Julia and began to nuzzle the insides of the girl’s soft thighs.

Her kisses were delicate, like the touch of butterfly wings — moving gradually, steadily towards the sweet pink prize that awaited her between Julia’s legs. With the tip of her tongue Helen sampled her honey, savoring the heady aroma of arousal and drawing a soft whimper from her niece.

Helen licked at Julia’s slit, seeking out more of the young girl’s essence. She reached up, took hold of Julia’s right hand and guided it to the young girl’s breast, showing her how to fondle herself while Helen concentrated on her pussy.

Moaning with pleasure and bucking her hips, forcing her pussy against her aunt’s face, Julia thought she was in heaven… only to find she hadn’t quite reached the ultimate heights when Helen finally allowed her tongue to brush the young girl’s clitoris.

The shock of pleasure almost made Julia scream — but having felt it once, the young girl knew she wanted to experience it again and again, and Helen was only too happy to oblige as her niece began to grope her own breasts, pausing to pluck at the swollen nipples with fingers made clumsy in her innocent excitement..

Faster and faster, Helen’s tongue flicked her niece’s engorged pleasure button until the preteen girl did scream, shuddering helplessly as a climax tore through her like lightning.

Once Helen had brought Julia down from her orgasm, she lay down beside the panting little girl. Wrapping an arm around her now flushed niece, she drew Julia in until her head rested on Helen’s breast.

“Mmmmm… thank you, Aunt Helen,” Julia breathed, unaware of the happy tear forming in her aunt’s eye.

For a while they lay quietly in each other’s arms, Julia still drifting in a post-orgasmic haze. Suddenly Helen felt a finger stroking the top of her thigh and heard Julia shyly ask, “Uh… would you like for me to make you feel good, Aunt Helen?”

“You don’t have to,” Helen said, not wanting to take advantage of her sweet niece.

But Julia planted a soft kiss on the outside of Helen’s breast, then whispered, “But I’d like to…”

Without further words, the nude preteen began kissing her way down Helen’s body, her lips whisper-soft against her aunt’s tummy.

When Julia lay between Helen’s thighs, she gazed, utterly enthralled, at the first pussy she had ever seen up close. Slowly she reached out to brush the sticky labia with curious fingers, then cooed excitedly when her beautiful aunt moaned in response, parting her legs even further.

Julia dipped her head to press a loving kiss into the wet folds of Aunt Helen’s vagina, pausing to lick her lips — savoring the taste, finding it delicious. Eagerly the young girl burrowed her face between her aunt’s thighs, her tongue emerging to explore.

Helen fondled her breast with one hand while the other rested on Julia’s head, her fingers entwining in the young girl’s golden tresses. “Oh yes. Oh,” she whimpered. “Oh, my sweet child… that feels so — OH! — so good.”

As Julia pleasured her aunt she looked up over Helen’s mound, transfixing the older woman with her loving gaze, shaded by long, dark lashes. She was the very picture of the innocent slut — and a whimpering Helen couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sexy sight.

Julia licked and sucked at her aunt’s juicy cunt with abandon, happily making love to another female for the first time. It felt so good, so right — better than any of the awkward fumblings she’d experienced with boys.

Hands shaking, Helen indicated the throbbing nubbin of her clitoris. “Julia, my love… oh God, p-please lick me here. Oh. Oh yes.”

The young girl obliged, raising her face slightly to tease her aunt’s clit with the tip of her tongue — and the response was volcanic.

A shudder rocked Helen’s body, then she cried out as a shock of pure pleasure smashed through her, then another, then another. Her niece held on tightly, clutching Helen’s thighs, still pleasuring her aunt as best she could.

Finally the older woman stopped Julia with a hand on the girl’s head. “Oh, precious,” Helen gasped, “No — no more.”

Julia placed one last kiss upon her aunt’s vulva before crawling up the bed, flopping next to Helen in the place she had occupied earlier. Both women were flushed and breathing heavily.

“You look very sleepy, my angel,” Helen said at last, and immediately Julia stifled a yawn.

“I do feel tired, Aunt Helen,” Julia said dreamily. “Will you kiss me again before I fall asleep?” She tilted her head to peer up at her aunt, her hair in disarray, the pretty blue ribbon long since dislodged. The girl wore an expression of adoration on her face.

Helen smiled lovingly at her niece, then she let her lips find those of the sleepy girl in her arms. The kiss was warm and passionate.

“I love you, Aunt Helen,” Julia sighed happily as their lips parted. “Can we do this again? It was nice…” She yawned once more.

Helen sprinkled a few soft kisses on her niece’s face and neck. “Oh, precious,” she whispered, “I’ll make love to you whenever you like.” She sat up in the bed, swinging her legs to the floor. “Goodnight, Julia.”

Suddenly Julia’s eyes were open, and she seized her aunt’s hand. “No, Aunt Helen,” she pleaded, “don’t go. Please… stay with me.”

Helen’s heart fluttered as her adorable niece brought her hand to her lips, kissing the palm. “Okay, then,” she smiled, again hugging the young girl to her. They settled down together, snuggling close.

Soon Julia was fast asleep, her breathing regular and deep. Helen lay quietly, radiant with happiness, the object of her deepest desires naked and in her arms at long last.

The End

By JetBoy

I can still remember when I saw her, really saw her for the first time — because that was the moment that would ultimately change everything between me and my sister.

Carly was the younger sibling who I’d never paid much attention to, at least, no more than big sisters usually do. Oh, I tolerated her, but being five years younger, she might as well have come from a different generation. To me she was just an awkward kid who always had her nose buried in a book, while I was a typically self-obsessed teen, immersed in dating, fashion and high school society. We got along decently, but Carly wasn’t a huge part of my life until I came home from abroad at the age of nineteen, after studying literature in France for a year.

This story I’m going to tell you took place on my first return to the States, a few weeks after Carly’s fourteenth birthday. My parents had rented a huge vacation home at the beach, and invited my aunts, uncles and cousins to join us for a big family get-together. My plane had just made it in the night before the festivities got underway, and I was so wiped out by the time Dad got me there from the airport that I only had the strength to mumble a perfunctory greeting to my relations, then stumble upstairs to an unfamiliar bed.

I was the last to awaken the next morning, and by then nearly everyone had already eaten breakfast, changed into their swimsuits and were headed down to the beach. Carly, however, was still getting ready.

I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and there was my baby sister, fresh from the shower and toweling her bare body. The gawky adolescent that I remembered had been magically transformed into a golden nymph of breathtaking beauty.

She looked better than any girl I’d ever seen naked… and by then, I’d seen a few.

After several years of wondering, I’d finally admitted to myself not long after beginning my studies in Paris that I was a lesbian. During my stay, I enjoyed a couple of very hot flings with cute French girls, one of them not much older than Carly.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, taking in the sight of her. My heart throbbed as I studied her perky breasts and the sparse triangle of down between her legs. She had an incredible little ass, too. Then with a glance in the mirror, Carly noticed me staring.

Panicking, I blurted, “Oh, sorry!” before beating a hasty retreat.

The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out on the bed in my locked room, pajama bottoms bunched around one foot as I masturbated. When I exploded in a frenzied climax after about sixty seconds of finger play, I was actually whispering her name, which only inflamed me all the more. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come so hard, even with a lover.

Afterward I felt guilty, getting aroused like that by my little sister — a girl who wasn’t even old enough to drive, for God’s sake. How fucked up was that?

Then I found myself wondering if thinking that way about Carly was really such a bad thing. I knew that incest was supposed to be wrong, but couldn’t figure out why — other than because everyone says it is. Still, that luscious glimpse I’d gotten of her continued to prey on my mind, and I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister in a way I knew I shouldn’t.

Somehow, I managed to convince myself that fooling around with Carly wouldn’t be so terrible. After all, I did love her, and she’d be a lot better off learning about sex from me than with some dorky boy. Most of all, I was eager to experience girl/girl sex again. Getting intimate with Carly just seemed like an amazingly hot idea, forbidden or not. The more I thought about it, the more intrigued I became.

Of course, I knew it was just a fantasy — and a stupid fantasy at that. How in hell does a girl make a move on her own sister?

Finally telling my dirty mind to shut the hell up, I took a quick shower, got into my bathing suit and went down to join the others at the beach.

I never actually made it into the ocean, mind you — instead, I spent most of the day on a deck chair, sunglasses on so I could watch Carly without being noticed. She wore a tiny two-piece swimsuit that showed off her body to amazing effect, and the sight of her proved so enticing that I couldn’t maintain a coherent conversation with anyone. Luckily, I was able to blame my spaced-out demeanor on jet lag from the transatlantic flight.

As the sun slowly drifted from east to west, my desire for Carly only grew more acute. I longed to go back inside and masturbate again, but couldn’t tear myself away.

Not good, kiddo, I told myself. Not good at all. How the hell could I get the hots for my own sister at a family reunion? The whole situation was absurd, like some badly-written porno movie that nobody would believe for an instant.

After a full day of sun and surf, we began to gather up our stuff and trudge back up to the house. The parents had made a reservation for the whole family at some Chinese restaurant that was supposed to be incredible, so everyone had to get cleaned up and dressed. I was one of the last to leave the beach, lost in my thoughts about Carly, and when I finally made it indoors Mom informed me that the hot water was running out, and I’d best get a move on and take a shower unless I wanted to freeze my buns off.

I quickly ran to the bathroom to claim my place, but was too late — someone had beaten me there. Rapping sharply on the door, I called out, “Hey, don’t use up all the hot water, okay?”

When Carly opened the door and peeped out, giving me a glimpse of her bare shoulder, my heart started beating like a jackhammer.

“Hey, Allie — c’mon in!” she grinned. “We can share what’s left.”

I couldn’t believe my luck — I was going to get to see my sister naked again, only this time, I’d get a really good look. Even better, I’d get a chance to let her see all of me. Trying not to seem too eager, I slipped into the steamy bathroom.

Carly had already taken her suit off and was wrapped in a towel. I started to take off my top when she dropped that towel maybe three inches from my face, leaving her completely bare. “Hurry up!” she giggled. “You can wash my back.”

Digesting that lovely thought, I watched Carly’s pert ass jiggle as she entered the large shower stall, then quickly shucked my swimsuit and joined her.

As she lathered her hair, I took the opportunity to feast my eyes on that flawless body, gleaming beneath the flowing water. Unable to resist, I began to discreetly caress my pussy. It was a risky move, but hours of growing desire had made me positively desperate for release. In fact, I was wondering if there was some way I could linger behind afterward, so I could get myself off in private before we left for dinner.

Suddenly realizing that Carly was nearly done rinsing out the shampoo, I quickly assumed a nonchalant air. Nope — nobody perving on her underage sister here, no way…

“Okay,” she said, turning to face me. “It’s all yours.”

We switched places, and I lathered and rinsed my own hair. As I was doing so, I sneaked a quick peek at Carly, thrilled beyond words to see her staring at my own nakedness. I finished washing, and as I stepped from under the water she quickly looked away, just as I’d done earlier. My head was spinning!

Suspecting that Carly was at least a little turned on, I summoned up my courage. Looking her up and down, I said, “Wow, you sure have grown up, sis. I can’t believe you got so sexy in one year!”

“Not really,” she giggled, blushing and averting her eyes.

“Yes, really,” I shot back. “Girl, you’re gonna have the boys stepping all over each other to get close to you.”

“Like I care!” she snorted, rolling her eyes derisively. “Jeez, the guys at school… nothing but jocks, stoners and nimrods.” Then she shrugged. “I’m not that special, anyhow.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “You’re nuts, Carly — I mean, if you could see what I see…” Gesturing at her breasts, I continue. “Look at those tits, they’re perfect!”

She lifted a single eyebrow, “You think so?”

I know so,” I replied, then decided to go for broke. Steeling myself, I made the bravest play of my life.

“Um, Carly?” I asked her, the words suddenly awkward in my mouth. “Can — can I maybe see what they feel like?” I tried my best to make it seem like idle curiosity, but something told me that she wasn’t fooled.

I braced myself for rejection — but instead, her eyes wide, my baby sister slowly nodded.

I could feel my legs tremble as I reached out with both hands to caress Carly’s breasts. Her lips parted slightly when I cupped them, feeling her nipples stiffen to the touch.

“Mmmmm… that feels really nice, Allie,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Every inch of me was throbbing with excitement, my heart going a mile a minute. Then I felt Carly’s hand lightly touch my belly, stroking it. When I made no move to stop her, she grew bolder, her questing fingers slowly gliding downward.

I gazed into Carly’s eyes, saw the need in them as her hand slipped between my thighs. I couldn’t believe it — my sister wanted this!

Her fingers gently grazed my moist labia. I drew nearer, my hands sliding around her waist, moving to cup her bottom.

Slowly, timidly, we drew together in an embrace, and I pressed my naked body into hers. She moaned softly, her warm lips touching my neck in the gentlest of kisses.

By then, my hand had found its way to Carly’s lightly-downed vulva — and just as I was about to take the final leap into madness and slide a finger into her pussy — someone pounded loudly on the door.

“Don’t get all shriveled up in there!” a male voice bellowed on the other side, and we quickly broke apart.

I gritted my teeth, furious. It was our cousin Glen, a totally immature dipshit who lived to be annoying.

“Piss off, Glen!” I snarled. I swear I could hear him snicker as he walked away.

The interruption had brought us back to reality and then some. Without a word I turned off the shower and we silently dried ourselves, got presentable and hurried out of the bathroom. I was too embarrassed to say anything, but Carly stopped me before we parted to go our separate ways.

“Come to my room later tonight,” she murmured, eyes dancing with excitement.

Oh, God, I thought I might have an orgasm, right there and then! She turned toward her door with a knowing smile, and I nearly bashed my head on the frame as I stumbled into my own room.

I’ll spare you the details about how excited I was. Suffice to say that the next eight or so hours were the longest and slowest of my life. At dinner Carly’s eyes and mine met often, and the anticipation written on her face clearly mirrored what I was feeling. It seemed too crazy to be real, but soon I would be making love to my fourteen-year-old sister!

*****

Midnight. The coast was clear. My only concern had been that little creep Glen, and the possibility that he might ruin everything with one of his practical jokes. So after we got back from the restaurant, I cornered Glen and let him know that if he did anything else to aggravate me or Carly, I’d tell everyone about the time I caught him filching a pair of my used panties from the clothes hamper. His dad — my Uncle Ray — is an ex-Marine, and has one hell of a temper when riled. Glen was scared shitless of him. Needless to say, my cousin swore up and down that he’d behave himself.

I crept silently into the hallway, naked beneath a thin bathrobe, heart throbbing wildly at the thought of the pleasures awaiting me. Finding Carly’s door, I eased it open and slipped inside without knocking.

The room was in partial darkness, just light enough for me to see Carly in bed, her body concealed by a white sheet. Awed, I looked down at her beautiful face, then sat beside my sister, biting my lip as a fresh swell of desire washed over me.

“Hey, sis,” she grinned, blushing a bit.

“Hey,” I replied, flashing a shaky smile. “Got room in that bed for two?”

“Absolutely,” she said, pulling the sheet to one side, exposing her naked body.

My heart skipped in mid-beat as I studied her. I gazed adoringly at the swell of her breasts, the nipples so dark and enticing. Then I took in her lower half, admiring the sparse thatch of golden pubes that framed her sex.

“You’re beautiful, Carly.” I managed to whisper while untying the belt of my robe.

“Do you really think so?” she asked, bashfully glancing down at her nakedness.

“Oh yeah,” I nodded as I cast my bathrobe to one side and stood nude before my sister, skin tingling as I felt her adoring gaze.

“Jeez, Allie… I’m just a kid compared to you,” she whispered, taking in all of me. “But you, you’re perfect.”

“Do you really think so?” I teased, blushing as I found myself arching my back to push my firm, round breasts higher, my nipples aching to be touched.

“Just hope I’m sexy as you are when I get older,” she told me, eyes on my now moist vulva.

I placed one foot on the bed, opening my thighs, trembling as I displayed my womanhood to her, letting her see my sex bloom before the caress of her hungry eyes. I moved onto the bed and Carly’s gaze rose to my breasts, her lips parted slightly.

“We don’t need this, babe,” I told her, pushing the sheet onto the floor. “Let’s keep each other warm.”

My fingers brushed their way up her leg, marveling at its smoothness. Does she shave yet? I wondered. My hand moved even higher and still she stared at me, at my breasts and stiffened nipples, my flushed chest, neck and face.

“Have you done this before?” I asked, my fingers gliding up her slender thigh.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I… I think I’ve always liked girls. You ‘member my friend Suzy?”

I searched for her face, located a memory. “Wasn’t she the science nerd with the braids?” Carly nodded. “Oh, wow. You guys are girlfriends?”

“We were,” said Carly. “She’s a lot cuter with her glasses off, by the way.”

I was stroking her tummy, the tips of my fingers tantalizingly close to her sex. “Did you guys do everything?”

“Almost. She chickened out when I wanted to lick her. After that, Suzy wouldn’t do stuff with me. She was all scared of being a lesbo.” Carly made a face. “That’s just what she said, too. ‘I don’t wanna be a lesbo’. God, what a drip.” She grinned. “Good kisser. though.”

“Well, little sister,” I purred, trailing a finger between her titties and up to her lips, “you just forget all about that silly Suzie. I’ll make you feel better than she ever did.”

She smiled, pausing to moisten her lips. I imagined that tongue sampling my nectar and trembled with the mounting of arousal deep in the core of me. I was a flower, ready to pollinate.

Heart racing, I lowered my mouth to hers. Carly’s warm breath flowed across my face, then our lips were together, hers soft and trembling beneath my own. I held her close so my tongue could circle her mouth, then enter.

Our tongues met and sent ripples of pleasure wafting through our entwined bodies. I knew mine by the heat blossoming beneath my belly. I knew hers from her long moan that she gave, from the squirming of her slender hips.

My hand slid across my sister’s hip, then along the slight rise of her belly. I let it glide upward as our tongues played tag, then gently traced the swell of her breasts with my fingertips.

She moaned into our kiss, her back arching as I moved the palm of my hand in a circular motion over a nipple, teasing it to stiffness. I listened to my sister whimper as my finger and thumb squeezed a nipple, then its twin.

Perhaps it was the eternal bond between sisters, but somehow I knew her well as I knew myself — watching her face glow as mine would, seeing her hips move in a familiar way. She licked her lips again, this time gazing longingly at my breasts.

“Go ahead,” I breathed, anticipating her need.

Carly’s trembling hands extended toward me, and I purred as her warm fingers explored the curve of my breasts, then gasped with delight when she pinched a nipple.

The orgasm caught me completely by surprise. Pleasure flooded me and I quivered in amazed ecstasy, her slave for the moment it took to make me climax.

“Are you okay?” I heard my sister ask me through a warm, gauzy haze — her voice so like mine, yet with an innocent quality that seemed so wonderfully childlike.

I blinked my eyes open and smiled up at her, reaching up to run my fingers through her hair. “God, Carly,” I murmured, “you made me come!”

Wanting to return the favor, I moved to cup her budding breasts, exploring their softness with both hands. I watched her mouth fall open, heard her sigh happily.

I rolled Carly onto her back, lowering my mouth to a pert nipple. The catch of her breath thrilled me as I teased the tip of my sister’s breast with an eager tongue, briefly drawing it between my lips to suckle.

Too inflamed with lust to linger there for long, I kissed and nuzzled a path down Carly’s body, moving between her breasts and over the belly to the cute indentation of her navel. She gasped in surprise as I probed it with my tongue.

“Do you know what I’m going to do now?” I asked, lifting my mouth from her soft tummy. She nodded, propping herself up on both elbows, eyes huge as she watched me.

I spread her legs to lie between them, licking my lips as I studied her moist slit, framed by a triangle of soft down. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating scent of a young girl’s longing.

My mouth pressed to her sex, opening her, letting my tongue enter. She shivered almost violently, a soft cry escaping. My hands slid down to cup Carly’s ass, lifting her into my mouth. I explored inside for a moment, probing deep as I was able, then began to bathe her sex with long, lustful licks. I flicked her clit with the tip of the tongue, then sucked it between my lips.

Carly cried out and stiffened, and I opened my mouth to receive her sweet essence, drinking from my sister’s flower as she came for me. I felt her honey, warm and thick, coating my lips and chin. I sucked frantically, in love with the taste of her. Musky, sharp, exactly what I thirsted for. Her fingernails bit into my shoulder, but I continued to lick at the hot, rosy flesh until Carly came once more.

We lay side by side, no sound heard but for our breathing, Carly’s body so slight and delicate next to mine. And as the glow of her climax ebbed, my hand began to roam again, moving to trace her elegant arms, then gliding between those delicately chiseled little breasts.

She moved slightly and licked her lips, her thighs scissoring together. I could gauge her growing arousal by the measure of my own, somehow mirrored in Carly’s eyes — knowing that she already craved more.

I kissed my sister gently, letting her tongue slide timidly into my mouth to taste herself. My hand slid down to cup her pubis, stroking the moist opening with a lazy finger.

“I wanna do that to you,” she breathed, nuzzling my lips, my cheek, the tip of my nose.

Giving her permission with a brief kiss, I lay back and parted my legs. Stroking her face with one hand, I used two fingers of the other to open my cunt, thrilled by Carly’s rapt expression as I lewdly exposed myself to her.

I could read the excitement in my sister’s eyes — and it only drove my lust higher, seeing how much she wanted me. I offered Carly a finger, glistening with my essence. Her gaze never left mine as she took it into her warm mouth, and I sobbed as she slowly circled the tip with her tongue. God, I was dripping for her!

Releasing my hand, baby sister glanced down at my sex, a pleased smile on her pretty face as she studied me. Then Carly’s eyes met mine once more, and she slowly lowered herself between my parted thighs, lips parting to taste…

“Oh,” I moaned, a sharp escape of breath as her tongue barely grazed the opening to my cunt, teasing me. I could barely resist an sudden impulse to grasp my sister’s head with both hands and grind her face into my inflamed pussy. My last lover in Paris, a hair stylist named Simone, loved that sort of rough sexual play.

Somehow, though, I managed to hold myself still while Carly kissed there, lingeringly. Then I felt her tongue delve inside me and I jerked violently, mewling like a helpless kitten as I felt myself skirting the edge of another orgasm.

Carly’s tongue dipped in and out of my slit in an almost playful way, taking me higher but denying me release. Panting, I cradled her head in my hands, silently willing her to lick harder, damn it — to devour me completely. I was panting, desperate for the touch that would take me where I ached to go.

Every nerve was howling and my chest ached with the very effort of drawing breath when, suddenly, she kissed my slit once more, then took a long, slow lick that began at the cleft of my anus and moved upward. Eyes wide, mouth crying soundlessly, I felt Carly’s tongue glide over my pouting labia, then rasp divinely over my clit.

I clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle a helpless scream as my body became liquid. Thrashing and bucking, clutching her face to me in an iron grip, I could feel Carly drink from me as I came, my own sister slaking a deep, primal thirst just like mine. I was emptied, then refilled, then everything vanished.

I woke from a dream where I bobbed and floated in vacant space to feel Carly’s resting head on my belly, an arm draped across my legs. My eyes still closed, I felt down for her head and stroked my sister’s cheek. I smiled in the darkness as I felt her lips graze my palm.

“I love you,” I murmured, those simple words holding more meaning for me than ever before.

“I love you too,” she replied, taking my index finger into the wet warmth of her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.

The effect was akin to throwing pine chips onto a smoldering fire. My lust was renewed and intensified; once more, I yearned for my little sister.

“Again,” I told her softly, ignoring how sensitive my pussy felt after that last orgasm. “I’ve got to have you again, Carly.”

I pulled her to me, our mouths met and we kissed, breasts pressed together, my thigh resting against her pubis, hers against mine, creating a gentle friction that sent tiny aftershocks of pleasure surging through my still-tender sex.

I tasted myself on her mouth, sucking playfully at Carly’s tongue and nibbling her lips, my sister and I exploring the many ways two lovers can kiss.

My nipples awakened, tingling deliciously as they brushed against hers. With curious hands, Carly and I explored the curves and contours of each other’s bare bodies, feeding this mutual hunger until our breaths quickened in anticipation.

“I want to watch you come,” I breathed. My hands slid down her slender back, fingers tracing the ridge of the spine until I reached her waist. She arched her body elegantly to my touch, like a stretching cat.

Her face glowing with desire, Carly rose on her arms and shifted herself further up my body, her legs brushing against my sides until she was straddling my belly. I smiled up at my sister as I cupped the tight curve of her bottom with both hands, fingers gently delving between her cheeks to explore.

I moaned, excitement flaring when she reached back to spread her tight buttocks further apart. I remembered the first time my own fingers had discovered the pleasures of ass play, knowing I was younger than Carly was now. My lightly circling finger slid down to dip into her wet cunt, then up again to anoint her anal rosette. I heard her inhale sharply, watched her mouth go slack as the tip of my finger slid inside, just an inch or so for starters.

“You like that?” I asked softly, and she gave me a shaky nod, already giving herself up to these wonderful new feelings. I pushed deeper, listening to her heavy breath as I probed her most intimate opening.

“I’ll go slowly,” I breathed. “Just relax.”

I watched her face work, feeling her tense and slacken, jerk and gasp as my finger eased past the tender ring and into the hot, slippery rectum, right up to the third knuckle. A violent shudder tore through Carly when I began to withdraw, my finger emerging from her ass until only the tip remained — then I slid it into her again with a single fluid stroke, and she cried out loud. Her quivering hands clutched my shoulders.

“Nice,” I breathed, euphoria surging through me as I sodomized my baby sister.

She keened, quivering above me as I felt her gradually open to my moving finger. Her eyes were wide, staring blankly ahead while short gasps issued from her mouth.

“Good?” I asked, knowing it was.

“Y-yeah!” she panted, her face glistening with perspiration.

“I wish I’d packed my strap-on,” I whispered, watching Carly’s startled, then ecstatic expression as I began to wriggle my probing digit about inside her nether hole. “I would love to fuck you.”

Her tongue emerged to moisten her lips. “I… want you to f-fuck me too,” she whispered. “I’ve never, b-but I would for you, Allie…”

Sweat dripped from her face onto my breasts as she thrust her bottom against me. Somehow my finger penetrated her deeper still, and she shuddered, moaning low. I worked my finger in and out, slow and steady, the tightness of her rectum yielding to me with each stroke.

Carly began to mew and push back onto my delving finger. Her face was rapturous, her skin glowing as if she were lit from within. She was panting loudly, getting louder still as those little mews became hoarse cries of delight.

My sister’s hand fumbled its way between my thighs, and she began to finger me hard and fast as I probed her ass.

“Yes… yes!” I moaned in delight as Carly came, her cry drowning out mine. Her hand worked frantically at my cunt while she rode out her climax, shaking on my embedded finger, the hot wetness of her flowing onto my belly.

Then I was coming too, her rough fingering sending explosive shockwaves hammering through my frame. My breath hissed through clenched teeth.

We bucked and rocked together as mutual ecstasy fused us into one white-hot sphere of pleasure, clutching one another closely as if we meant to be one forever, come what may.

Our shared climax crested, then slowly faded into a comforting warmth.

We lay together peacefully, my sister and I, the sea air from the open window cooling our glazed bodies.

By JetBoy

In the midst of my dazed, hazy state of mind, my daughter somehow got me out of the hot tub and into our bed. When I fully returned to myself, Judy was kissing me passionately and our bodies were twined, cunts pressed firmly against each other’s thighs. I could taste my pussy on Judy’s lips, intermingled with her own juices as she licked my mouth and chin.

I loved the urgency of my daughter’s passion, her need for more and greater pleasures — but I also wanted to pause, to savor the moment, to marvel at this unlikely miracle. After years of frustrated desire, my fantasy of sexual intimacy with Judy had come true.

Gently breaking our kiss, I touched her cheek. “Relax, honey,” I murmured, “we’ve got all night and all day tomorrow to make love, if we want to. For now, can you just hold me for awhile?”

Judy had been rubbing her sex against my leg, and now paused in mid-grind. “Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. Sorry, Mom. You kinda made me all crazy hot!” Withdrawing from our embrace, she rolled onto her back, lying beside me. My hand found hers, and our fingers twined together. “I love you, Mom.”

“Love you too, hon.”

“Um, so, Mom… when did you first start feeling this way about me?”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, I always thought you were just about the loveliest creature I’d ever seen,” I began, giving her hand a squeeze. “Even when you were a little girl, I’d watch you playing, or, I don’t know, just lying on the floor watching TV in your underpants, and it would make me all… light-headed, you might say.”

“Wow… Judy said, clearly awed. “So you think that — maybe, even then…”

I shook my head. “It wasn’t a sexual feeling, honey. Well, no, that’s not right — actually, I’m sure now that it was sexual, only I had no idea at the time. To me it was just part of the love I felt for my baby girl. It wasn’t until you were twelve that I started to… to see that love in a different way.”

“Holy shit — twelve? Okay, now tell me how that happened,” my daughter said, all ears.

Placing a hand on Judy’s tummy, I began to stroke her unimaginably soft skin as my mind drifted back to that particular day. “I’d done a big load of laundry, and was on my way to put the clean towels in the linen closet. Well, the door of your room was open just a bit when I passed by, and I saw you with headphones on, wearing nothing but these cute orange panties, dancing to the music.” Pausing, I closed my eyes, the remembered image of my daughter’s partial nudity still vivid all these years later.

“And that… turned you on?” prompted Judy, eager for more.

“Like you can’t imagine,” I replied. My hand inched downward, a fingertip gently teasing my daughter’s navel. “I’d always thought of you as beautiful, but that was the first time I’d ever seen you as sexy.”

“Hmmmf. I don’t know, Mom. The way I remember it, I was this scrawny stick of a girl — no butt, barely any tits to speak of…”

“Oh, no, honey… believe me, you were exquisite. I thought I might faint, the sight of you made me so hot. Seeing you moving to the beat, those luscious little breasts jiggling, watching that cute butt of yours flex — all I could think of was what it would be like to take you in my arms and kiss you.”

“Kiss me, huh?” Judy cooed. “Sure that’s all you were thinking about?”

“Well, no. There was more. Wanna know what I did then?”

“Sure. Damn, this is some hardcore kink, Mom.”

My fingers were lightly grazing the rise of Judy’s vulva. “I crept back to my room, locked the door behind me. Then I tore off my jeans and panties, fell back on the bed and started mauling my cunt. All the while I was having crazy thoughts about you. Dirty thoughts.”

Firmly grasping my wrist, Judy guided my hand between her thighs, pressing it into the blossoming heat of her sex. “Tell me, Mom,” she panted, “What you were thinking. What you wanted to do to me.”

I eased a finger into my daughter’s vagina, amazed at how hot she was inside. “I’m standing there by the door to your room, seeing you nearly naked, watching you dance — pumping that sexy little ass to music that I can just barely hear through your headphones. My heart is beating like crazy.”

“Mmmmmmyeah,” moaned Judy, her hand resting on mine as I worked that finger in and out of her cunt, then carefully added another.

“So as I’m watching you, this… wild fantasy starts running through my head. I saw myself gently pushing the door open, then coming into your room.”

“What do I do, Mom? Am I all, um, freaked out when I see you?”

“A little startled, at first,” I said. “But when you see me smiling — well, you can’t help but smile back, honey. Then you raise both hands and wiggle your fingers, like you always do when you want a hug.”

“Oh, yeah,” Judy gasped. “God, just — just thinking about you hugging me when I’m p-practically naked…”

“So I take you into my arms,” I continued, “While I hold you, my hands are moving up and down your back, which you really seem to like. My fingers are brushing the top of your panties with each stroke. Then all of a sudden, you tilt your face up to look at mine, and you whisper, ‘I love you, Mommy.’”

Judy’s breathing was growing increasingly ragged. “Ooooohhh, I do love you, Mommy — love you so much, so fucking much!”

In truth, the fantasy of Judy that I masturbated to that day, back when she was only twelve, was a lot less detailed, much more direct. But I embellished the story, spun it out in my imagination, wanting to make my daughter hot as I fingered her. It seemed to be working, too.

“We gaze into each other’s eyes for the longest time. You seem to see something in my expression that surprises you… what can it be, hmmm? Can my little girl see how I feel… can she tell how very much I want her?”

“Oh, Mom… oh, shit, Mom!”

“Slowly, slowly I bring my mouth close to yours… and then we’re kissing. You’re surprised, I can tell that, but you relax into my arms, letting me kiss you.”

“Mmmmyeah, kiss me, Mommy…”

“Then I put my hand on your breast. Oh, my — I can feel your heart beating like crazy, baby girl.” I hadn’t called Judy “baby girl,” in a long, long time, but at that moment, it just seemed right. My fingers continued to move, wiggling around in her vagina.

“Oooooh… oh yes, ohhh…” Judy moaned.

“I catch your nipple between my fingers and give it a little pinch. I guess that feels good, ‘cause you make a little happy sound… and when your lips part, that’s when I slip my tongue into your mouth.”

“Oh, Mommy!” my daughter cried, getting even deeper into my perverted scenario. “Love me, love your little girl — d-do everything to me!”

“You nearly pull away from that first French kiss — but then you just melt into my arms. Pretty soon, you’re kissing me back, letting Mommy suck on that sweet little tongue of yours.”

“Fuck!” Judy hissed, a deep shudder of pleasure shaking her frame.

Gently, carefully, I began to graze my daughter’s clit with the index finger of my free hand. “I could kiss you all day long, honey… but Mommy needs more, a lot more. You give me a pouty look when I pull away, but then I get down on my knees, smiling up at my beautiful little girl. Now you seem a little confused. What’s Mommy gonna do now, huh?”

“Oh, yeah — yeah.” Grown-up Judy wasn’t confused, that was for sure. She knew where this little one-act play was going.

“I reach up and grasp the waistband of your panties, those pretty pumpkin-colored panties, and slowly pull them down. I think that’s when you understand what’s happening — your eyes get really big, and there’s a lovely touch of pink on your cheeks. Yeah, you know what Mommy’s doing. She’s making love to you.”

I was twirling two fingers of my right hand around inside my daughter’s cunt, lightly toying with her clitoris with the index finger of my left. She needed to come, ached to come — but I withheld that longed-for release, determined to make this orgasm one she’d always remember.

“Oooooh… oh, Mommy…”

“Now I’m looking at your pussy, baby girl — oh my goodness, it’s like I’ve never really seen it before. Not like I’m seeing it now.”

“Tell me!” Judy gasped, “tell me, pretty please…”

“You’ve got such a pretty vagina. It’s not exactly a little girl’s slit, not any more… but you’re not quite a woman yet, are you? It’s so rosy and pink, with just a hint of down. I want to touch it, honey, feel how soft your pubes are. Oh, my, look at this — you’re all juicy down there! It’s exciting, isn’t it, Mommy looking at you like this?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“It’s so, so beautiful, and it smells so good… oh, angel, Mommy just has to taste you.”

“Oh, God… oh m-my fucking God…”

“I wrap my arms around you, cupping your precious bottom, and give your pussy a long, slow lick from the bottom to the top — oh, baby girl, you taste incredible…”

Judy threw her head back, her back bowed, a howl of wild abandon wrenching itself from her throat as she came hard. Convulsive jolts of pleasure surged through her body in rapid succession, and she clawed and snatched at the blankets in an animal frenzy.

I continued to work my daughter’s cunt until her choked cry rose to a shriek — then I eased off, bending to give her mound soothing kisses, tenderly caressing it with my mouth as she recovered.

Finally I sat up and looked at her — basking in the moment, feeling completely at peace. I’d satisfied the dark, forbidden hunger that had been lurking inside me for years, and without traumatizing my child in the process. In fact, I’d brought us closer together than ever.

After a moment, Judy’s eyes fluttered open. They met mine, and my baby girl gave me a shy smile. “Hi, Mom.”

I placed my hand on her warm thigh. “Hey, hon.”

“That,” she declared, lost in wonderment, “was the best.” She brushed a few sweaty strands of hair from her forehead, then fixed me with a questioning gaze. “So, Mom…. did you really want to fuck me when I was that young?”

Well, there was no use in lying. Guess I’m outing myself all the way, I thought.

“Yes, I did,” I said, “and ever since, for that matter. You have to understand — I didn’t ask to have those kinds of feelings, Judy. But they were there, and I’ve lived with them for a long time.”

“Wow,” she said. “That’s so, so totally perverted… but I gotta say, it gets me hot!” She extended her hand to me. “C’mere, Mommy… come make out with your little girl.”

With a tiny moan, I slipped into my daughter’s welcoming arms, and we came together in a lover’s kiss.  Judy’s tongue flashed into action first, and I met her passion with my own.

Deep into the night, we made love again and again. My appetite for her seemed boundless. Every lick I took of her pussy was ambrosia, each moan and cry I urged from her a love song.

An eager pupil, Judy quickly became adept in sapphic love, keeping an ear tuned for my own sounds of pleasure as she explored the many ways to satisfy a woman. Her tongue seemed to be made for tasting me, finding the secret spots that made my head spin, my heart race.

I unleashed a voracious young lesbian that night. Judy told me that herself, after I went down on her for the fifth or sixth time. “I’m done with guys, Mom. Not one ever made me feel even close to this good!”

We finally fell asleep in the middle of a slow, contented kiss, savoring the flavor of our cunts on each other’s lips and tongues.

*****

We woke Sunday morning in a tangle of arms and legs, Judy’s lips grazing one of my slightly sore nipples. I stroked her hair and urged her upwards so that she came out of her sleep kissing me.

My hand wandered idly down between her thighs, where I was pleased to find a very wet pussy. “Morning, lover!” I murmured, kissing her gently.

Judy’s eyes widened at the reality of what I said, then she sprouted a big, goofy grin. “Omigod… we are lovers, aren’t we?” she whispered, kissing me back.

“One small but very happy lesbian family!” I replied.

Judy’s face was resting on my breasts, the warmth of her breath stirring a nipple to life. “So, um… this wasn’t just a one night fling, was it, Mom? We can do this again, can’t we?”

I kissed the top of Judy’s head, placing a hand on the rise of her vulva. “Oh yes, sweetheart. Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever give you up. I’m already hooked on this luscious pussy!”

As if to punctuate my remark, I began to stroke my daughter’s labia with a fingertip, making her whimper ever so slightly. Inspired, I nuzzled her throat, then began to shower her body with kisses, traveling down her lovely form, pausing to bite at her nipples, making Judy cry out in mixed pain and delight.

“Mmmmmyeah,” she purred as I licked a path down her belly, following the fresh scent of new arousal to her shaved pussy. Her hands tangled in my hair, guiding me to her. She shivered as I entered her with my tongue. “Oh my God, I can’t believe my own mother is eating me… that I’m your lover. Oh, Mom… I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

Seeking out the nubbin of Judy’s clitoris, I gave it a tiny nibble. It set her off like a firework. Her fingers clenched in my hair as she thrust her pelvis upwards, grinding my face hard into her bare pussy, flooding my mouth with her cream as she howled, “YES! Oh, God, s-so fucking good, Mom! Oh! OH! I love you!”

Judy was dazed and breathless from her orgasm, but as soon as I raised my face from between her legs, she twisted herself around, shoving me onto my back almost violently in her need to get at my cunt. Her hands firmly gripped my ass as she plunged her face into my wetness.

I was already on the edge, and when Judy’s silken tongue trailed over my clitoris, I simply let everything go in a fevered rush, sobbing with joy as my sweet daughter took me to the peak of ecstasy — and beyond.

We spent awhile just being lazy after that, basking in the warm, blissful aftermath of a good fuck. You’ve heard the joke about the Buddhist who walked up to a hot dog vendor and said, “Make me one with everything,” right? That’s how I felt as my daughter and I lay together — at one with everything.

Once we’d toweled one another dry, it occurred to us both that we were ravenously hungry, so Judy and I made our way to the kitchen, ready to eat something besides pussy.

We whipped up a delicious breakfast, then bolted it down like nobody’s business. Contented and full, we took ourselves back to bed to rest and cuddle — and to talk about our new relationship as lovers.

For my part, even though I’d planned to seduce Judy, I wasn’t prepared for the romantic feelings I now had for my daughter. Honestly, in my helpless lust, I’d not thought beyond this weekend… but now I knew that I wanted us to be a real couple. I’d fallen in love with her — my own child.

Thankfully, Judy felt the very same way. “I guess it’s kinda freaky, having my own mom for a girlfriend, but so what?” she declared. “I love you more than anyone in the world, you’re a beautiful person inside and out, and you’re an incredible fuck. How much more perfect can a lover be?” Then she mockingly furrowed her brow at me. “Wait, though — you won’t ever dump me for some thirteen-year-old girl, will you?”

I felt my cheeks get hot, even though I knew she was joking. “Of course not, hon,” I mumbled, then tried to make a joke of my own. “You won’t get mad at me if I just look at girls, though… right?”

“Huh. You wanna keep checking out those cute underage hotties? Hey, no harm in looking.” Judy fell silent, then suddenly added, “Actually, who knows… I might be checking them out, too.”

That threw me for a loop. “What?”

She noticed my astonishment, then blushed herself. “Well, Mom… the thing is, that little fantasy game we played last night? It really got me excited. I couldn’t stop thinking about me being twelve, and you licking my pussy.” She gave a nervous laugh. “Then I started thinking about what it would be like to fool around with a girl that young myself — and God, I don’t know, Mom, it got me totally worked up! I guess… I, um, might be kinkier than I ever knew.”

I really wanted to pursue this topic, but sensed that my daughter had said as much as she wanted to, at least for the moment.

We nestled together quietly for a few minutes, then Judy spoke. “Mom? Can you tell me about the stuff you did with other women? When was the first time? Was it really good?”

I shared my lesbian history with Judy — that first encounter with Cindy, my cautious immersion into the gay scene, a few of my more memorable sexual experiences. Along the way, I confessed my preference for younger women, and that I occasionally masturbated to fantasies of underage girls.

Even though Judy had just admitted to very similar feelings of her own, I was a little nervous that she might react badly to my secret desires. I needn’t have worried — that lustful fire never left her eyes as she drank in my words. “So hot!” she exclaimed, at least three times.

Once I’d finished, Judy began to speak about her own feelings for women. “I’ve always been kinda attracted to girls, I think,” she told me. “I had a crush on one of my best friends in high school — Monica Green, remember her? Then there was my twelfth grade English teacher, Ms. Cracknell. I used to imagine making out with her after class sometimes. Then there’s Theresa… she’s the one who I’ve thought the most about having sex with. I can’t tell you how many times I fingered myself after seeing her running around our dorm room naked.”

“So, you didn’t ever do anything about these kinds of… attractions?”

She shrugged. “I never had the nerve to make the first move. You know how bashful I can be. Besides, I liked boys more. At least, I thought I did.” Judy went quiet for a few seconds, then spoke. “Say, Mom… do you own any sex toys?”

A small shiver of anticipation spiraled through me. “Yes, I do… why do you ask?” I gave her a wry smile. “As if I didn’t already know, you little minx…”

“Do you have one of those — those penises that you wear around your waist?”

“A strap-on? I do, actually… back at home, anyhow. Hmmm, maybe I should have packed it.”

Judy seized my hand, her eyes aglow. “When we get home, I want you to fuck me, Mom. I want you to put on your cock, lay me down, climb on top of me and fuck me until I scream.” She slipped closer and kissed me hungrily. “God, just the thought of you riding me, taking me… it’s driving me nuts!”

I kissed her back. “Mmmmm, tell me more, sweetheart,” I urged her. “Tell me how it feels.”

She giggled. “Oh, it’s my turn to make up a fantasy, huh?”

“Well, you’re the English lit major, daughter dearest… let’s hear you get creative!”

“Oh, Mom… it’s so big,” whispered Judy, her hand now running along my thigh, pausing to briefly touch my slit. “I can feel it, kinda rubbing against me while we kiss. God, I could just kiss you all night, Mom… but there’s something else I want.”

I moaned in delight as she teased my clit with a finger.

“I don’t even have to ask, Mom — you know I’m ready. You roll me onto my back, then push my legs apart and get between them. I’m pretty wet already, so when you line the tip of it up with my pussy, it just slips right in.”

She punctuated those last words by plunging two fingers into me — for just one brief, tantalizing stroke, then she withdrew. I whimpered.

Her lips brushed my ear. “When you’re all the way inside, your belly pressed to mine… mmm, it feels so incredible, like a piece of star broke off and fell into my body.”

Judy’s palm was pressed against my cunt, stroking it. She kissed me again, her tongue flickering in my mouth.

Taking her hand by the wrist, I pressed two of her fingers back into my dripping hole. “Don’t just tell me, hon,” I panted. “Show me what it feels like to be fucked by your own mother. Think of how amazing it’ll be when you get fucked that way!”

Judy shivered as she kissed me forcefully, three of her fingers slipping roughly into my cunt, making me gasp against her lips. She continued excitedly. “You got me so full inside… so filled up that I’m shivering all over. I feel like if you move even an inch, I’ll explode into tiny little pieces! Then you start to draw back out of me, and it makes my head spin.”

I placed my hand on her pumping wrist. “More, baby… fill me up, too,” I moan.

“Naughty Mommy,” she whispered as she added a fourth finger, working her hand in even deeper. “Then, just as you’re about to pull out completely… you slide your cock all the way back inside me, maybe even deeper than you were before, Mom.” She strokes my face with her free hand. “Then you start pumping me, in and out, in and out, in and out… fucking me, just like I want you to fuck me…”

Judy is working those four fingers in time with her words — in and out, in and out. Suddenly she pauses in mid-stroke, gazing at me expectantly. “More, Mom?” she whispers, eyes wide.

My lips form the word “yes,” but no sound comes out.

She smiles, then continues. “It’s the most wonderful, beautiful thing I can imagine, lying on my bed with my own beautiful mother on top of me, my special, secret lover… and she’s fucking me. Fucking her own daughter.”

And as she spoke these last words, she tucked her thumb into her palm and pushed her entire hand inside me. I screamed as her fist penetrated my cunt.

“You’re riding me hard, Mom, and I love it. My hands are on your ass, and I’m helping you pump  back and forth in me. Then I reach up and pull your face down to mine, so I can kiss you. Mmm, my so sexy Mommy-lover.”

My whole body spasmed as Judy began to fist me for real, ramming her hand inside my vagina up to the wrist. She panted, “Do you like this, Mom… do you like it when I put my hand inside you? Is it getting you off? Are you coming right now? Come for me, Mom… come for me!”

I did, too. I came like a crazed thing, the pleasure raging on and on as Judy’s fist moved in me, pounding my cunt in a frenzy. Through blurred eyes, I could see my daughter’s face radiating excitement, thrilled by this taboo, incestuous passion she’d discovered with me. Her timidity, her inhibitions had burned away in the heat of our lovemaking. This was a new, more confident, lustful Judy… and I loved her. Oh, God, how I loved her.

As my ecstasy peaked, and my consciousness faded to black, I knew that I had found a soulmate — that Judy was equal to the passion and desire that I needed in my life.

*****

Our ride home Monday morning was a happy one, both of us giddy with goofy, lovestruck smiles plastered on our faces.

Suddenly Judy said, “Mom? How do you feel about, um, getting another girl in bed with us?”

Even from my newly sexualized daughter, that surprised me. “A threesome? Interesting, but before we get involved with a third party, I think you and I should explore our relationship for a little longer — say, until this Friday?”

She gave a snort of laughter. “Verrry funny, Mater. I’m serious, though, c’mon… what do you think?”

I turned the idea this way and that in my mind, and decided I liked it. “Sounds good to me, honey. Who were you considering for the job? Your roommate, what’s her name — Teresa?”

“Nope, not her,” Judy frowned, shaking her head. “She’s as straight as it gets. No, I’m talking about a girl who’s, erm, more in line with your tastes. The dangerous kind.”

That had my attention riveted. “Okay… so, who are we talking about here?”

“Sophie Calder,” she murmured.

It took me a moment to place her. “Wait, wait — Sophie, the girl you used to babysit for? Oh, my God — Karen’s daughter!”

“The one and only,” Judy grinned. “She should be about fifteen now. Maybe still fourteen.”

The temptation was there to pull over to the shoulder, park the car and thoroughly interrogate my daughter, but we had many miles to go. “Details, please.”

“She likes girls. Told me so, last time I sat for her.”

“Huh. Just like that, she admitted to being gay?”

Judy nodded. “Yup. Sophie said that she had a big secret to tell me, and that was it. Thing is, she told me that she was especially attracted to older girls. See where I’m going with this…?”

I was amazed. “So was she… flirting with you?”

“Not exactly. More like dropping hints that she’d totally love to find someone to teach her about sex. She didn’t actually ask me if I wanted to go to bed with her, but it was pretty obvious that if I could’ve made a move on her if I’d wanted.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Hey, she was just a kid to me! I wanted to fool around with a girl, yeah, but… I don’t know, the whole idea of sex with a twelve-year-old just seemed weird. Anyhow, I told her I hoped she’d find someone nice to be with, and that was pretty much it.” She sighed, gazing thoughtfully at the landscape, winding slowly past as we sped along the road. “I’ve thought a few times about what would have happened if I’d given her what she wanted. Once or twice I even masturbated, picturing it.”

“And now… you’re seeing her a little differently.”

“Yeah,” Judy replied. “Now, I’m kinda interested.” She paused, pondered. “Summer vacation starts in a few weeks. I just need the chance to hang out with her some, let her know that I’m into girls now.”

“Sounds like a plan — or at least the start of one,” I said approvingly. “How do I fit into this little scheme of yours?”

“Guess I’ll have to scope her out first. If I can get Sophie into the sack, though, I’m sure she’ll be into you joining in. How could she not think you were a total babe?”

I laughed, blushing a bit. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, hon.”

“Meant every word,” she cooed, then huffed impatiently. “Damn, how long till we get home, Mom? I already want to fuck you again.”

“I’m feeling the same way. Unfortunately, it’s another two hours, at least.”

“Crud,” Judy muttered. Suddenly, her face lit up. “I got an idea. Why don’t we pull off on one of these side roads, find a quiet place, and get down and dirty in the car?”

“Oooooh, that’s a bad idea,” I exclaimed, my heartbeat kicking up a notch. “But I must admit, it does sound like a lot of fun.”

“Let’s do it!” my daughter said. “God, Mom, you make my pussy fuckin’ drip.”

We made our way down the road — no longer admiring the view, but seeking a temporary refuge, a place for my daughter and I to indulge in hot, sweaty, juicy incest. The perfect capper to our little getaway.

Best weekend ever, I told myself.

The End… ?

By JetBoy

When morning came, I was delighted to wake up spooning with my daughter, snuggled up tightly against her, both arms twined around her body. One hand was cupping a firm breast, the other rested on her belly. Judy’s top had inched up just enough to leave her tummy bare, and the tips of my fingers were grazing the waistband of her pajama bottoms. I was more than content to lie there, embracing my child as she slept, so I remained motionless for a long, lovely while with our bodies nestled together.

Finally, Judy began to awaken, making little contented noises. Her bottom wriggled back, pushing into my mound, then one hand covered mine upon her breast. She sighed happily into the pillow.

Then, I think, Judy abruptly realized where she was and who was sharing her bed. “Oh!” she gasped, then began to cautiously wriggle her way out of our embrace.

I let her go, not without a pang of regret, then pretended to gradually awaken, slowly rising into a sitting position and yawning. I stretched myself like a cat, the motion pulling the T-shirt up just enough to reveal my shaved slit. Judy was now up and on her feet, stealing the occasional glance at my partially bare body as I flashed her a sleepy grin. “Good morning, honey!”

“Um… good morning, Mom. Wow, I guess we were, uh… snuggling each other in our sleep.”

“Were we? Oh, I suppose we got a little cold in the night… must’ve been cuddling for warmth,” I laughed, trying to put her at ease. “Then again, maybe we both miss sleeping next to someone. There’s nothing like cuddling with a lover in the morning, is there?” I stretched myself again, giving her another peek at my pussy.

Judy laughed nervously, then made her way to the bathroom without a word. Soon, I heard the shower running. After a few minutes she emerged in her bathrobe, quietly accepting a cup of coffee I’d just made. She took it outside onto the front steps, and I fixed a light breakfast of toast and fruit, calling Judy when it was ready.

Once we’d sat down together and began to eat, Judy finally began to talk. “I’m sorry if I got all… weird this morning, Mom. I guess I just woke up with you up against me and… I was a little startled.”

“I understand, honey. I have to confess that it did feel good to wake up spooning with someone… all safe and warm and loving.”

Judy nodded in agreement, but I could tell that she had more to say. Finally, she gave me a shy smile and murmured, “Can I tell you a secret, Mom?”

I leaned forward. “You can tell me anything, dear.”

She giggled and said, “You might think this is odd, but you spoon me exactly the same way that my last boyfriend did!”

“Really?” I replied.

Judy nodded. “Yeah! John almost always woke me up with one hand cupping me here,” she indicated her breast, “and the other one almost in my panties.” She blushed when she said that, but grinned as I laughed. “Usually I woke up just as he was slipping his fingers under the, the waistband,” she continued, giving me a bashful smile.

I winked at her. “Well, I guess you woke up a little too early this morning… I hadn’t gotten that far, not yet!”

We both laughed at that, even as she gave me another quick look of surprise. We continued to chatter like two schoolgirls and, although our talk shifted to other topics, I was pleased to see her giving me thoughtful looks now and again. That seed I had planted appeared to be ripening…

With breakfast over, I took my own shower and we quickly got dressed — though Judy left the bedroom just before I could drop my towel in front of her the way I’d planned to, damn it.

Soon we were out and about, in full shopping mode. We began to work our way through the many stores in the downtown area, our focus mainly on clothes. Before very long, we came upon a lingerie store, one that specialized in the more daring stuff.

“Come on, honey!” I said. “I want to buy you some hot nightwear.”

Her cheeks flushed a lovely pink, Judy hesitated as I made for the door. “Aw, I don’t know, Mom,” she protested. “I like my pajamas. They’re comfy!”

I quickly took her by the elbow. “Nonsense! A lovely girl like you ought to be either naked or dressed in something sexy when you’re in bed — especially with a lover. You’re a grown woman, Judy Atkins, and much too mature to be wearing those ridiculous cotton jammies!”

With that, Judy meekly submitted and let me lead her inside. At first she wandered about uncertainly, but soon began to look through the risque underthings with growing interest.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re right, Mom. I guess I do kinda dress like a kid when I sleep. I ought to try something on, at least. Any suggestions?”

Encouraging her to choose from the more revealing items, I helped Judy pick out a few things, then made several very bold selections of my own. Laden with skimpy underthings, we made our way to the changing rooms.

Judy disappeared inside a stall while I waited outside. After awhile, I called out, “How’s it look, honey?”

“Um, well… I guess I look okay, Mom.”

I tapped on the door. “Let me in, hon. Sounds like you need a second opinion.”

There was silence from the other side for several seconds, then I heard the lock click and the door swung open. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, then stopped in my tracks in awe.

“Well, Mom…what do you think?” Judy shifted nervously, standing before me in a white, halter-strapped babydoll negligee.

“Oh, Judy, it’s incredible,” I gasped. Her breasts were clearly visible through the gauzy material, and the short length of the nightie showed off her legs quite nicely. I moistened my lips, feeling a storm rising inside. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel sexy in that!”

Judy looked down at herself, blushing a bit at the realization of how scantily clad she was. ”Yeah, I really do.” She giggled. “Wow — it’s a new me!”

“No, it’s still the same beautiful you, honey… just in a nicer package.” I held up a negligee, one I’d picked out for myself. “I thought I might try on something, too. Mind if I share this room with you?” I asked as I stepped out of my shoes.

Judy hesitated, then murmured, “Um, no, Mom… go ahead.”

I shrugged out of my summer dress, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in a bra and sheer white panties. I wondered if my daughter could tell that my panties were damp — and why. As I slipped them off I said, in a voice that sounded much calmer than I felt, “Don’t let me stop you, Judy. Go ahead, try on something else! We can model for each other.”

Then I unfastened and removed my bra, baring my generous breasts. I glanced at Judy, admiring her perky tits, then arched an eyebrow at the sight of her shaved pussy. I was pleased to see my daughter stealing sidelong glances at me, too. I noticed that her eyes kept flicking down to my own smooth sex. I wondered if she liked what she saw.

We both turned and displayed our outfits for one another. “Oh, Mom… that’s perfect for you!” Judy sighed as she gazed up and down my body. I was wearing a red flyaway babydoll with a plunging neckline that was a little small for me, making my breasts look even bigger.

As for Judy, she wore a white camisole and panties that really showed off her lovely, flat belly, with a low-cut top that allowed her firm, round breasts to appear as if they were about to burst free.

I gave a long, low whistle of appreciation. “Nice, Judy. Really nice. You look totally fuckable in that.”

Judy squealed in mixed shock and delight, a hand flying to cover her mouth. “Oh my God, Mom! I can’t believe you said that!”

I pirouetted for her. “So… what do you think. Sexy?”

Judy giggled. “Yeah… oh yeah, Mom! I know a few guys who would jump you on the spot if they saw you now.”

We continued to try on outfits, Judy growing more and more at ease with being naked around me. She tried on a black string bikini that she looked drop-dead gorgeous in, the black contrasting incredibly with her pale skin. I tried on a similar one that, I had to admit, really showed my body off to maximum effect.

I kept sneaking peeks at my daughter’s bikini clad mound, the line of her slit practically visible through the jet-black material. Looking down at myself, I trailed a finger over my barely covered crotch. “How about this one, Judy?” I said. “Am I too long in the tooth to pull this off?”

Judy’s gaze was following my naughty hand… and I was pleased to see her absently lick her lips. “Oh… I don’t think so, Mom. To me, you look like a million bucks,” Judy replied. She raised her gaze to meet mine. “Wear that to a beach, and you’ll have to fight the guys off with a baseball bat!”

I felt my nipples swell against the skimpy bikini halter. Moving close to my daughter, I gave her a big hug, sighing, “Thank you, honeybunch. I love you…” I savored the feel of her nearly naked body against my own mostly bare skin.

“I l-love you too, Mom…” Judy whispered shakily, returning my hug. I could feel her heart beat madly, felt her shiver against me.

We drew apart, then stared into each other’s eyes for a brief moment that seemed endless. Something told me that I could have kissed my daughter like a lover then and there, if I wanted to. But no, not just yet. I didn’t intend to make a move on Judy until I could take her all the way.

Our shopping done, we went to a nearby steakhouse and had ourselves an excellent dinner, complete with a superlative Cabernet, then took a leisurely stroll back to the car. The drive to our cabin was lovely, with Judy taking my arm and resting her head on my shoulder — almost as if we were on a real date.

Soon as we entered the living room, I dropped my bags on the couch and stretched luxuriously. “Mmmm… so, Judy — after a successful day maxing out Mommy’s credit card, I think we deserve to relax in style. Let’s fire up that hot tub and have ourselves a soak!”

Judy’s eyes lit up. “Sounds great, Mom! I’ll go change into my swimsuit.”

I laughed, then marched towards the patio, shedding my clothes along the way. “Honey, it’s just us here. You don’t need a bathing suit! Don’t be shy, we don’t have anything to hide from each other.” I casually let my bra drop to the floor, then stepped out of my panties. “C’mon, you. Take off those clothes and get that sexy butt of yours in the tub with me.”

Judy just gaped at me… and as I opened the door that led to the patio, I turned to wink at her and playfully cooed, “I’ll be wait-ing…”

Before we’d left the cabin that day, I’d turned on the hot tub and set it to simmer, just so it would be nice and warm by the time we returned. I turned the heat up a couple of notches, switched on the bubbles and stood there, eagerly waiting for Judy to join me. The water quickly grew steamy and I climbed in, settling back with a sigh.

The door slowly eased open and Judy peered around it, as if to make sure no one was there but me. Then she stepped out, fully naked, and slowly padded to the tub. Once more, I marveled at my daughter’s bare beauty. As she dipped a foot into the bubbling water , I got a good look at Judy’s shaved pussy, her labia slightly parted and glistening — with arousal? I certainly hoped so.

Extending a hand, I helped her into the tub with me… and she purred with pleasure as she settled into the steaming water. Judy’s hand still in mine, I moved to face her, our bodies only inches apart.

“I had a wonderful day, honey,” I said. “It’s been so good spending time with you… I’m only sorry we don’t get together like this more often. That’s going to change, though. I want us to be even closer than we are now, because I love you so very much. You’re the best daughter a mother ever had.”

Judy squeezed my hand. “Oh, Mom, I love you too… and I’ve adored every minute we’ve spent together this weekend. You’re the absolute greatest!” She surprised me then by leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. As she did, our breasts touched for an instant, her nipples lightly brushing mine. Judy shivered.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked. I rested a hand on her shoulder, then made a surprised face. “Goodness, Judy… you are sooo tense! C’mere, girl. Let Momma rub your shoulders.”

I shifted the two of us around, scooting behind Judy and drawing her to me, seating her between my thighs, her firm, lovely ass resting against my vulva. Taking a steadying breath, I began to massage her.

“Ohhh, Mom… that feels wonderful,” Judy moaned, leaning back into me, pressing against my breasts. We sat in contented silence for awhile, as I kneaded her neck and upper back.

After a while, she said, “This day really has been… special, Mom. I love seeing this side of you.”

“What side is that, honey?” I asked innocently as I worked the muscles in her neck.

“Oh, I don’t know what to call it… your, um, wild side, I guess. I’m jealous of how relaxed you are, Mom. How comfortable you are about being naked… and, um, talking about sex. I’ve always been so shy about things like that.” She sighed. “It’s hard for me to even let a boy see me with my clothes off. I always turn out the lights before we, we make love…”

I stroked her arms up and down as I replied, “I don’t know why you’d ever feel bashful, Judy. You have an absolutely gorgeous body… exquisite! You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let it show, especially when you’re about to fuck.”

“See, that’s what I mean… the way you can just say something like that. I just wish I could be as, as bold as you are, Mom.” She giggled. “It’s like I’m the uptight mother, and you’re the cool daughter!”

My hands continued to work on my daughter’s back, moving up and down the curve of her spine, at times getting tantalizingly close to her ass. “Well, hon… I don’t think I’m as outspoken as all that. I’m just trying to be frank and honest with you, because I’m your mom.” I allowed my fingers to stray even lower, barely grazing the top of Judy’s anal cleft. “I will admit that I’ve had a very interesting sex life…”

Judy was silent for a few heartbeats, then said, “Mom… can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course, hon,” I replied, my heart beginning to throb with anticipation. Had she taken the bait…?

“Last night you said it had been a long time since you’d slept with a woman. I was, well, kind of wondering how you meant that. Have you ever, y’know, had sex with another woman?”

Pay dirt! I continued to rub her arms and shoulders as I replied, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Yes, honey… I’ve had quite a few female lovers.” I paused. “Your father is the only man I’ve ever been with more than a time or two.”

“Really?” Judy gasped. “Wow… so, does that mean that you’re a, um, lesbian?”

“Oh, I suppose that in the literal sense, I’m bisexual,” I murmured, “but I think of myself as gay. Making love with a beautiful woman… mmmm, there’s nothing better.”

Judy sighed again. “I have to admit that I’ve been tempted by the idea, but the timing was never right. I’ve always wondered what it would be like.”

“Really?” I whispered, my hands moving over Judy’s body — now caressing more than massaging. “Who have you been tempted by, honey?”

My daughter was silent for a few seconds, then she replied in a soft voice, “Well… my roomie, Teresa. I sort of have a crush on her. Sometimes, I…” She paused, then charged ahead. “I, uh, m-masturbate, thinking of us in bed together.”

“Mmmmm, sounds sexy.” I purred. “Anyone else?”

Long, silent seconds passed by, the only sound that of the bubbling water. Finally Judy spoke. “I need to ask you a question first, Mom… and, uh, will you promise that you won’t get mad at me — or laugh?”

Wrapping both arms around my daughter’s upper chest, I rested my chin on her shoulder. “Fair enough, hon — I promise.”

Drawing in a deep breath, Judy gathered her courage and plunged on. “Mom, you… you’ve been flirting with me, all day long — haven’t you?”

Going for broke, I ran the tip of my tongue around Judy’s ear, making her moan. “Yes, baby,” I murmured, “I was flirting with you… and I am now. What do you think about that?”

“I… oh, Mom… I’m — I’m excited.”

I slowly slid both hands down the front of my daughter’s body, my lips touching her ear as I cupped her suddenly heaving breasts. “Tell me more,” I breathed, pausing to nip gently at Judy’s earlobe. “How did it make you feel, what your mommy was doing?”

“It — it made me hot,” she said in a shaking voice, “like I’ve never been before. I c-can’t stop having these crazy thoughts about how beautiful your body is, ever since I saw you wearing nothing but that t-shirt last night… Then today, when we were in the changing room together, half naked in that tight space–” A shiver raced through her frame. “When you hugged me, Mom… my God, I wanted to kiss you, really kiss you!”

“Sweet Judy,” I whispered, “would you like to make love with me?” My palms slid against her thick nipples. I could feel her heart throbbing in tandem with mine. Bending down, I kissed her neck wetly, allowing my lips to linger.

“Yes,” she moaned, “oh God, Mom, yes.”

I turned my daughter around to face me, kissing her parted lips. Judy whimpered as my tongue slipped into her waiting mouth, then she shyly began to respond — her tongue flirting, then eagerly mingling with mine. We shifted about where I sat, our bodies seeking the ideal position for making love. Soon Judy was straddling me, her legs drawn up so they pressed against my sides.

My hands fondling her firm breasts, we continued to kiss — long, deep, smoldering with passion. Even beneath the steaming waters of the tub, I could sense the warmth pulsing between my daughter’s thighs. Judy’s hands slipped down to clutch my ass, pulling me closer while her tongue hungrily dueled and danced with mine. Our cunts were practically touching, the heat we shared threatening to ignite into an inferno of lesbian lust.

My hand found its way down between our bodies, and I worked a finger between the folds of Judy’s labia, urging it deep into the simmering wetness. “Oooh, Mom!” Judy cried, breaking our kiss. “Omigod, it’s… it’s never b-been like this!”

Hungry for more, I lifted Judy up, out of the water, and seated her on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs wide to expose that luscious shaved sex. It was slightly open, revealing tender pink flesh that shone with her arousal.

“So beautiful, Judy,” I gasped. “Such a lovely pussy…”

Unable to restrain myself for another second, I pressed my face between Judy’s thighs, crushing my lips into her hole, my tongue darting inside, kissing it like a lover’s mouth. Then I began to lick her.

She was delicious, and I savored every sweet drop of my daughter’s thick, warm nectar. I ran my tongue up the length of Judy’s slit over and over again, then teased her clitoris with lightning-fast licks, each one sending a shiver through her frame. Using two fingers to spread her labia, I kissed inside the moist flower..

Judy’s thighs gripped my head, unwilling to see me withdraw… as if I would! I went down on my daughter like a creature possessed, using everything I knew about pleasuring a woman with my mouth.

“Oh, yes. Yes!” sobbed Judy as her trembling fingers twined in my hair.

Eager to take my daughter to pleasure’s summit and beyond, I rolled my tongue over her clitoris, caressing the tip, then gently taking it between my lips and sucking until Judy’s breath was coming in ragged gasps, her cries growing increasingly shrill and unrestrained until she burst into orgasm, shuddering from head to toe, screaming, “Oh, MOM! I’m ooohhh c-coming oh GOD! Yeah, Mom! FUCK ME!”

Soon she was begging me to stop, so I nuzzled her sex a bit before she slipped back into the water, crying and laughing as she embraced me, whispering words of love as she trembled in my arms. Judy shed a few joyous tears, and I cradled her to me until they passed.

Finally she stopped sniffling, kissed my pussy-wet lips and whispered, “I… I always hoped my first time with a woman would be wonderful… b-but it was even better than that, ‘cos I got to be with the most special person in the world to me.” She nuzzled my neck. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you for making me so happy.”

“You’re welcome, honey,” I whispered in return, aware that her hands were now roaming over my body, stroking my breasts, teasing the nipples to unimaginable stiffness, fondling my ass — adorning me with kisses all the while.

Judy raised her face to mine, eyes shining with devotion as she touched me. “Momma, I want to… to love you now.”

“Oh, honey…” I breathed, “are you sure?”

My daughter nodded, a determined set to her jaw that I knew all too well. “I’m sure.”

I kissed her once more, then I lifted myself out of the water to perch on the side of the tub, spreading wide for her. Judy gasped in astonishment as she opened me with her fingers, revealing the moist, rosy flesh of my cunt. “God, Mom, you look so… so scrumptious.”

I sighed as she leaned in and began to gently kiss my pussy, her tongue hesitantly emerging to explore the juicy folds. I thought her timidity was adorable… but she got over that right away, pressing hot, wet kisses into my cunt, then plunging her face between my thighs to feast.

I quickly felt my own pleasure mount. What my daughter lacked in technique, she made up for and then some in the intensity of her passion. Judy’s tongue darted in and out of my vagina, then her lips covered the opening and began to suck, drinking down my womanly essence. She did that for awhile, then began to bathe my vulva with long, lovely swipes of the tongue.

“Ohhh, baby… oh, yes, lick my pussy!” I moaned as my Judy urged me towards release.

With a muffled coo of delight she discovered my clitoris, teasing it with her tongue, then trapped the pink nubbin between her lips and suckled the tip, instantly sending me into spasms so intense, they straddled the divide between ecstasy and pain. I was coming like a house on fire!

I cried, “Oh, I love you, Judy… Oh, yes, b-baby OH! Momma loves you!”

The raw white heat of climax raged through my body like a brush fire — leaving nothing standing, especially not me.

Continue on to Part Three

By JetBoy

My name is Gina. I’m thirty-nine years old, and a single mother. When I was twenty I got knocked up on a first date, then ended up marrying the father a year after that. I was unsure about becoming a mother at such a tender age, but fell in love with the idea when I first held my newborn daughter Judy.

I tried to make a go of it as a wife, but it soon felt like going through the motions with a man I didn’t love, especially one who was such an indifferent father, barely present in little Judy’s life. It was almost a relief when he ran off with a Dairy Queen cashier, just a few days before our fifth anniversary. I filed for divorce, and that was that. I’ve never laid eyes on him since.

Once he was out of the picture, my mom helped to support me while I went back to school and earned a business degree. Now I make a comfortable living as a realtor, working with the kind of California suburban homes that everyone in the world seems to be clamoring for. Most of my customers are from Asia, Russia or the Middle East.

After the end of my marriage, I spent years dating different men, never staying with one for very long. I wasn’t looking for love, just someone to make the bed shake when the mood hit me. I’ve always taken great care of my body, so attracting guys was never a problem.

Here’s how it went down. I was sharing a celebratory drink with a co-worker at the bar near our office, and when he had to run, I struck up a conversation with a young woman named Cindy seated two stools over.

She seemed kind of young to be in a bar, and I suspected that her ID was a fake. Still, she was charming and intelligent, and we hit it off right away. Soon Cindy and I were enjoying an animated chat, along with a few more drinks.

When a group of obnoxious fraternity guys bulldozed their way up to the bar and Cindy suggested that we step outside to get some fresh air, I couldn’t have agreed more.

Once we were out in the coolness of the evening, Cindy produced a joint from her purse and asked if I’d care to indulge. It had been years since I’d been stoned, but I was willing. She led me to the dark side of the bar, sparked up the joint with her lighter, took a big pull and handed it to me.

Two minutes later, we were giddy as pixies, laughing at everything. Then somehow, I ended up in Cindy’s arms, and she was kissing me.

I’d never before experienced a genuine kiss with a female, even as a curious teenager. At that instant, with Cindy’s tongue tenderly exploring my mouth, I felt a deep hunger inside, one that had never been satisfied, leaving me ravenous for more after the first taste.

I found myself returning Cindy’s kisses, my tongue meeting and engaging hers. That warm embrace quickly became a passionate clutch, and my hands began to explore her body. Soon I was cupping the girl’s braless breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen through the purple blouse she wore.

Her lips nuzzled a path to my ear, which she nipped playfully before whispering, “Gina, take me home.”

Moments later, we were in my sedan and on the road. Cindy was stroking my thigh, her fingers straying dangerously close to the front of my wet panties as I phoned home, letting my daughter, who was eleven at the time, know that I’d be running late that night. Thankfully, Judy didn’t ask me why.

She had my back against the door the instant it snicked shut, her body grinding into mine and her tongue in my mouth. I opened for her like a book, surrendering myself to a lover like never before.

Then she was leading me to the bedroom, undressing as she went. I followed, leaving a trail of my clothes lying alongside hers.

The silken sheets of Cindy’s bed were delightfully cool, but we heated them up soon enough. She was a generous lover who knew how to savor pleasure and loved to tease, kissing and touching me until I was absolutely panting for it, my cunt flowing like a faucet.

Just when I was about to scream with the need for release, Cindy rolled me onto my back, roughly shoved my thighs apart and claimed my sex with her mouth. I came within seconds.

That was only the beginning of the most amazing sex I’d ever had. We fucked for hours, exploring every inch of each other. I ate pussy for the first time and loved it — then after Cindy licked my asshole, I rimmed her and loved that too.

Her body enthralled me — I couldn’t get enough of touching and tasting it. How had I never noticed, never realized what a work of art a young woman could be? I was smitten, enraptured, intoxicated, done in by Cindy’s youth, her freshness. God, just the smell of her drove me wild.

Finally we lay side by side, silent and contented, our bodies damp with sweat. She produced a bottle of Grey Goose from a nearby refrigerator, and we silently toasted one another with slugs of the fiery vodka.

Feeling around on the side table for where I’d dropped my watch, I checked the time: just after 11 PM.

“Uh, Cindy? I hate to, y’know, fuck and run… but I’ve really got to get home before my daughter starts worrying about me.”

She raised herself onto an elbow and gave me a sleepy smile, her body beautifully lit by the reading lamp on her desk. Despite the late hour, I felt the urge to have her again.

“That’s cool,” Cindy murmured. “It’s kinda late for me too. I’ve got school in the morning.”

“What class is it?” I asked, innocently.

Cindy gave me a funny look. “What class...?” Suddenly understanding the question, she laughed. “No, no, I gotta be there for homeroom. I go to Albany High, Gina.”

That knocked the stuffing out of me. I sat up, stared at her. “You’re — wait — my God, how old are you!?”

She had the good grace to look sheepish, at least. “Err… I’m seventeen. I look kinda mature for my age, huh? Also, I have a really good fake I.D.”

My head was swimming. Jesus effin’ Christ — did I really just have sex with a high school girl? I didn’t know whether to be impressed or appalled with myself.

Not knowing what to say, I simply got to my feet. Cindy followed suit, and we retraced my steps, gathering up the bits and pieces of my workplace self that littered the floor. Reaching the front door of the apartment, where I’d left my high heels, I began to get dressed.

“You were great,” Cindy said, lazily stroking her belly. “Hard to believe you’ve never done this before.”

“Thanks,” I said, embarrassed but pleased by the compliment. “So, um… can I see you again sometime?”

She made a face. “That wouldn’t be such a great idea. I’m, um, sort of with someone right now. This is her place, actually.”

“Oh,” was all I could say.

“I’m sorry, Gina,” she mumbled, unable to meet my gaze. “I should’ve said something earlier. It’s just that — I really liked you a lot, and I kinda couldn’t help myself. Don’t hate me, okay?”

I toyed with being angry, decided against it. We’d both been consumed by temptation, carried away in the heat of the moment. Besides, Cindy got me hot, but it wasn’t like I was in love with her.

“No hard feelings,” I replied with a smile, reaching for her hand. “You did me a real favor… showed me a new side of myself. This might have been my first time with a woman, but it damn sure won’t be the last.” I glanced around the apartment, taking in just how ritzy the place was. “So — who’s your girlfriend? She’s got some impressive digs.”

Cindy giggled, back to her buoyant self. “She’s a copyright attorney. Old enough to be my mom, but I really do love her.” I’d just finished buttoning up my blouse, and she extended her arms to me. “Thanks for being a good sport about everything, Gina. I had an awesome time!”

I drifted into her arms, we shared one last kiss, then exchanged whispered good-nights before I turned the doorknob and stepped into the night. Cindy gave me a little wave, then quietly closed the door.

I was lost in a haze of sexual heat during the drive home, a state of mind that lingered with me for the rest of the evening. Thank goodness my daughter had already gone to bed; I’m sure that a single glance would have told Judy that something big had happened to me — something I couldn’t even begin to explain. Also, I positively reeked of sweat, pussy and liquor.

Next time, take a shower before you come home, I chided myself.

And there would most definitely be a next time, yes indeed. Whether I’d been converted into a full-fledged lesbian or not, I couldn’t say at the moment… but I was already thinking about how to meet — maybe even pick up! I excitedly told myself — another female bed mate. Right then, the idea of sex with a man seemed about as thrilling as a cold fish stick.

Upon arriving home I checked on Judy, who was quietly snoozing in her bed. Satisfied, I tiptoed down the hall to my bedroom, stripped down and showered off, then crawled naked between the sheets — where, to my surprise, I fell asleep almost immediately.

*****

Ever since that night with Cindy, I have only been intimate with other women.

Young women, as it happens. I quickly discovered that my appetite was much stronger for teen and college girls than ladies my own age.

At first, I was cautious about being open with my newly discovered sexuality, going miles out of my way to check out bars where the odds of running into anyone I knew were slim. Then, as I came to understand the nature of my lust, my craving for the young stuff — well, I grew even more secretive.

Once I dipped a toe into the lesbian scene, I discovered that it wasn’t hard to find girls who liked the idea of sex with an older woman. Actually, I was only thirty-two, but that could seem like a generation apart to a bi-curious teen. I still had what it took to turn heads… it’s just that the heads I wanted to turn the furthest were at least fifteen years younger than mine.

Despite living in Northern California, I kept my sexuality a secret, confining my game to bars that were a good distance away from home and workplace. I knew that my friends and family could handle me being gay, but they’d be a lot less understanding about my dalliances with girls who were barely drinking age — and some who weren’t even that old.

It got worse. I began to find myself lusting after even younger girls — fifteen, fourteen, thirteen. I sought out daring photos of underage cuties in skimpy underthings and barely-there bathing suits, searched for stories about lesbian Lolitas and their mature lovers, even caught myself checking out Judy’s preteen friends when they came by.

I should have anticipated what happened next, but I was so overwhelmed and distracted by this secret life as the female equivalent of a dirty old man that my next moment of self-discovery was a complete shocker — and it damn near flatlined me.

It happened one Saturday afternoon, when I was doing mundane housework, thinking about the night to come. Judy and I usually made Sunday our big mother-daughter bonding time, where she got to decide what we did for the day — so Saturday evening was my time, when Mom got to do grownup stuff with her friends. Mostly go to the movies to see chick flicks, which Judy detested.

She, on the other hand, got to hang out with her beloved babysitter Lucy, a sixteen-year-old neighborhood girl who was cute as a button, but far too innocent for the likes of me.

Of course, I didn’t go anywhere near a movie theater. I’d leave the house in jeans and a t-shirt, drive to the rear of a local warehouse and quickly change into something sleek and sexy I’d stashed earlier in the back seat, then hit the road — bound for one of my favored pickup bars, ready for a night of action.

Right then, though, it was Saturday afternoon, and I was still doing chores. I was on my way to the linen closet, carrying a stack of towels, when I glanced into Judy’s room in passing.

What I saw then would ultimately change my life — our lives, really — forever.

My daughter, a lively twelve at the time, was listening to some song on her Ipod, her eyes closed, moving in time to the music. All she had on was a pair of panties.

The first thought that leapt to my mind was, God, she’s hot. I’d never seen Judy as an object of desire, and that revelation shook me to the core.

Judy was on the cusp of womanhood, beginning to blossom. She’d just started her period a few months earlier, and her breasts had budded into slight but lovely handfuls. Her nipples seemed slightly larger than I recalled — was she aroused?

The panties she wore fit snugly, and I could swear that the cleft of her slit was clearly outlined in them as she moved to a rhythm I couldn’t hear.

In itself, I suppose it wouldn’t be such a staggering sight for the average mom, her preteen girl dancing in her underwear. But I’d just been indulging in one of my dirty fantasies about sex with an underage cutie, and seeing Judy half naked and working that luscious bottom of hers — that’s precisely when I realized that it was luscious, by the way — fed right into my dirty imagination. The view had me quivering inside, as if some giant spoon was stirring my soul about.

I hastened to my room, pausing just long enough to toss my armful of towels into the nearest chair before unfastening my jeans and tugging them down to my knees, much too impatient to take them off completely.

Falling back onto the bed, I thrust a hand into my sodden panties and began to masturbate.

I fingered my cunt hard and fast, all the while allowing my mind to travel to some pretty fucked-up places. I saw myself undressing Judy, kissing her body as I bared it. Then I was making love to her, a girl of twelve. My own daughter!

When I came, it was explosive, and left me glowing like an ember. I touched something huge and profound — spiritual, even. As if I’d been blessed, somehow. All while frigging my pussy to a fantasy I’d never have dared to share with anyone.

Don’t think for an instant that I felt guilty afterward, either. I’ve never lost a moment’s sleep over what I dream about when getting myself off, then or now. That’s what fantasizing is for, after all — wallowing in the wicked ideas that fill our minds, enjoying them without giving into that dangerous impulse.

Obviously, I wasn’t going to make love to my little girl. But something told me that I’d be enjoying her in every way imaginable in the boudoir of my imagination. And that’s what I did, often. For six years.

*****

At eighteen, a college freshman, my daughter has ripened into a gorgeous girl. Her breasts are perfect for her build, and she has a trim stomach and a flawless heart-shaped ass. When you factor in her green eyes, lightly freckled button nose and her hair — dyed jet black with a cranberry-hued shock in the front — she is breathtaking. Even her pierced lip makes me hot.

I’d negotiated those six years quite nicely, successfully hiding my sexual preferences from Judy — both my hunger for younger women, and the lust I felt for her. Then my carefully maintained resolve crumbled like a stale cracker, and all because of a handful of vacation photos she emailed to me.

You see, not long before she started college, I let Judy go on a weekend trip with some of her friends to a nearby lake. One of them had been given the use of her parents’ motorboat, and she invited Judy and a few other girls to get in some waterskiing with her. I suspected that there would be some partying going on as well, but I knew that my daughter was level-headed enough to exercise good judgment.

When she returned, showing a bit of suntan for the first time in her life, Judy raved about what a great time they’d had, then immersed herself in endless preparation for her first term at the university.

I more or less forgot about my daughter’s time at the lake — that is, until months later, when one of her friends sent her a set of photos she’d taken, and Judy forwarded them to me.

Before this weekend getaway, Judy had always favored swimwear that was on the more modest side. Her most-used bathing suit was a bottle-green one piece that matched her eyes. I’d mentioned to her that she might want to think about getting herself something new to wear on the lake. She’d just shrugged. “Oh, I’ll just get Kendra to loan me something of hers — we’re about the same size.”

Months later I sat wide-eyed in front of the computer, staring at images of my daughter in the barely-there bikini that Kendra had provided — not much more than three triangles, just enough to conceal her nipples and sex. My cunt was throbbing.

I clicked through the snapshots, looking for one that showed Judy from behind, hungering for a glimpse of that gorgeous ass of hers. That skimpy bathing suit had to leave her bottom practically bare!

Then there it was — a picture of Judy’s friend Monica on waterskis, being pulled along by the motorboat, shot from behind several of the girls who were watching and cheering her on, one of them my daughter.

It was even lovelier than I’d imagined. I drank in the sight of Judy’s ass, picturing her standing before me right then. I saw myself kneeling behind her, undoing that bikini bottom with a tug of string, letting it flutter to the floor, then burying my face in those angel-soft buttocks.

I practically ripped my pants open, eyes glued to the screen as I began to maul my pussy, shivering with lust, lost in crazy fantasies of incest with my daughter. I fingered myself to orgasm twice on the spot.

Later that night I called up the photos and did the same thing again… then an hour after going to bed, I got up, planted myself in front of the computer and conjured up one more orgasm, then collapsed, exhausted.

It didn’t end there, though — not even close. I spent the following day in a haze of desire so all-enveloping that I ran a red light on the way home from work and nearly got clocked by a taxi.

That, as they say, was the last straw. I knew then that something had to be done about these longings for my daughter, or they would drive me around the twist. I’d behaved myself around her for six fucking years, and how well had that worked out? I wanted Judy more than ever! Something had to give, damn it.

That night, I began to make plans.

A few days later, I invited Judy to spend a weekend with me at Tahoe. She’d just been through a round of grueling exams, and jumped at the chance to get away with me for a few days. I’d rented a luxury cabin, complete with full kitchen and a hot tub.

On Friday afternoon, I made the long drive to pick up Judy. I was feeling increasingly uneasy as my car negotiated the twisting road to her dormitory, wondering if I should drop this crazy scheme to seduce my own child.

Common sense nagged at me. You’re playing with dynamite, Gina. What makes you think that she’s even open to exploring sex with a woman, much less her own mom? Don’t take a chance on screwing up your relationship with Judy. Forget the plan — just settle for a nice weekend of mother/daughter bonding.

I pulled up to the side entrance where Judy was waiting for me, legs crossed, perched on the top of her suitcase. She saw me, then leaped to her feet — and all my good intentions seemed to evaporate.

Our ride to Tahoe would be a long one, so she’d dressed casually. Very casually. She wore a white tank top with a black bra underneath, denim cut-offs that revealed what seemed like miles of bare leg, and cute pink sneakers without socks. Her lipstick was a luscious shade of red, and a pair of sunglasses rested on her nose, Judy’s dancing eyes peering at me over them.

My daughter was a walking wet dream. At that instant, the craving I felt for her was more acute than ever. Then and there, I vowed to myself that if Judy and I didn’t fuck that weekend, it sure as hell wouldn’t be because I’d chickened out.

“Hey, honey!” I called through my open window as I parked.

Judy didn’t say a word, just bounded over to my door, clumsily wrenched it open, bent down and seized me in a tight embrace.

“Mmmmm… it’s so good to see you, Mom,” she murmured. “Oh, wow, are we gonna have fun!”

I returned her hug, doing my best to keep calm. It wasn’t easy — Judy’s body felt wonderful against mine, and the delicate scent of her skin made me light-headed. God, I wanted to take her right then and there.

Instead, I reluctantly broke our embrace, giving her a pat on the back as we parted. “Come on then, girl — let’s get this act on the road!”

With a giggle, Judy danced back to get her things. She’d left her purse on the ground next to the suitcase, and when she bent to pick it up, I got a glimpse of my daughter’s ass that hit me like a wave of summer heat. Those cut-offs were short enough to reveal the bottoms of her panties — a sexy sight, though I found myself thinking that Judy ought to be wearing a thong.

At any rate, her things were soon in the trunk, Judy was seated next to me and our weekend vacation was underway.

My daughter and I chatted animatedly for the first hour or so, getting caught up. I pried into her personal life just enough to keep from rousing her suspicion, learning in the process that she’d recently broken up with her latest boyfriend, weary of his endless obsession with video games.

We eventually fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the mix CDs that Judy had burned for the trip — first a collection of Brazilian samba and bossa nova, then a selection of vintage reggae. Not for the first time, I thanked Providence that my daughter had such good taste in music.

By the time we reached Tahoe, it was about nine o’clock. After grabbing a quick bite to eat in a charming little downtown cafe, we drove to the lodge manager’s office and picked up the key to our cabin. About a mile or so of winding road, and we’d finally arrived at our home for the weekend. I parked, and we carried our bags inside.

Judy’s face lit up with delight as we entered. “Oh my God, Mom… it’s incredible!”

I laughed. “A lot better than that cramped dorm room, huh?”

She shook her head, still overwhelmed. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” Setting her bags down, she began to explore the cabin. A moment later, I heard her call out, “Hey, Mom? There’s only one bed in here!”

I made my way into the bedroom, which sported a sumptuous king-sized bed — but only the one.

I frowned, doing my best to seem peeved. “Oh, hell’s bells. I told them we needed two bedrooms — or at least double beds.”

Of course, I was lying through my teeth — it was all part of the plan.

“Oh, Mom, don’t worry about it. It’s a big bed… we can share.” Judy giggled. “I’ll poke you if you snore, though!”

“Me, I’m more of a blanket stealer,” I replied, then pretended to ponder Judy’s suggestion, finally nodding. “I guess we can bunk together, sure.” With a thoughtful smile, I added, “It’s been a long time since I’ve slept with another woman…”

Judy looked startled for a moment — then laughed along with me, perhaps a bit nervously. She did seem to be intrigued by my remark, though, which had been my intention.

The long ride and dinner had tired us both out, so we decided to forego lounging in front of the enormous flat-screen television and get ourselves ready for bed. I changed in the bedroom, while Judy changed in the bathroom.

When she came out, my daughter’s eyes went wide at the sight of me. I wore an extra-large Oakland Raiders t-shirt, not quite long enough to conceal my bare bottom. That’s right — feeling especially bold, I’d chosen to go without panties.

Judy had on blue cotton pajamas that primly covered up every contour of her luscious body. I wasn’t disappointed, though — her lack of sexy underthings gave me a very interesting idea that I planned to pursue the next day.

As Judy took in the spectacle of me in my skimpy sleepwear, I shrugged and said, “I usually sleep in the nude, but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, hon.”

She was blushing, but managed to keep her cool. “Oh… um… you don’t need to worry about that, Mom. Hell, my roommate walks around stark naked half the time.”

As we climbed into bed, I let my t-shirt hike up just enough to give Judy a good look at my pussy. I wasn’t sure if the sight excited her or not, but she certainly seemed interested.

Once we’d drawn the covers over ourselves, Judy switched off the lamp at her side. The room flooded with darkness, I raised myself onto an elbow and, leaning over my daughter, bent down to kiss the corner of her mouth. I could feel her start slightly as I did that. What I really longed to do was take that lip ring of hers between my teeth and gently pull at it. Soon, I promised myself.

“Good night,” I murmured. “I love you, honey.”

“I — I love you too, Mom,” Judy whispered. “G’night.”

As we lay together in the dark, I could sense my daughter was lost in thought — wondering, I hoped, about her mother’s unusual behavior, and perhaps even feeling the stirrings of arousal. I’d planted a seed, one I wanted to take root and flourish.

I finally heard Judy breathing regularly, and closed my eyes to join her in slumber.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

The afternoon was balmy and delightful as thirteen-year-old Jenna strolled home from the bus stop. School was out for the summer, and all was perfect with the world. The flowery dress she wore fluttered in the light breeze as she hopped up the steps.

She unlocked the door and entered. “Mom?”

“In here, honey,” came her mother’s voice.

Jenna wandered through the house toward the kitchen, where her mother was at the stove cooking.

Angelique glanced up at her daughter. “Set the table, will you? Dinner’s almost done.”

Jenna grabbed a couple of plates and some utensils, quickly arranging them on the table top. Her mother had made grilled chicken with a rice pilaf and roasted asparagus — all Jenna’s favorites. The two sat down and tucked in, piling their plates with food.

“How was school?” Angelique inquired, breaking off a piece of brown bread from a large round loaf.

Jenna shrugged. “Mostly good. Seems like I spent the whole day signing yearbooks.” Then she scowled. “Gym class really sucked, though… old Pork Chop Hartley made us run laps. A ‘going away gift’, she called it. I’m still all achy. God, what a bitch.”

Angelique tried to give her daughter a stern look, but they both began to giggle. She shook her head. “You are incorrigible, young lady.” Placing her napkin on the table, the thirtyish blonde settled back in her chair with a contented sigh. “So… why do you call her ‘Pork Chop’, anyhow?”

Jenna grinned. “One day, Becky Ratledge said that Miss Hartley was so ugly that, that when she was a baby, her parents had to tie pork chops around her neck to get the d-dog to play with her!” She gave a snort of laughter.

“God, that’s awful…” smiled Angelique, “…but pretty funny, I have to admit.” She stood, and began to clear the table.

“Wanna watch a movie, Mom?” Jenna asked as she rose to put her plate in the sink.

“Sounds good,” Angelique agreed, “but first, I thought we might do something we haven’t done for awhile — relax in the sauna. I even warmed it up for us. And since you’re all achy anyhow…”

“Mmmm, that’s an awesome idea,” Jenna replied, grinning eagerly. “Whoo-hoo! What a great way to start summer vacation!”

“Fine. Let’s leave the dishes to soak and go change into our suits. Meet you out back.” Jenna’s mother said.

“Okay, Mom!” Jenna sang as she raced upstairs.

In her bedroom she rummaged through the closet until she found her bathing suit, a bottle-green one-piece. She stripped out of the clothes she was wearing and shimmied into the suit — then grimaced.

“Hell’s bells… I’ve really grown out of this,” she muttered, frowning as she studied herself in the mirror. While not quite too tight to wear, the top part was like a taut band across her budding breasts, and the crotch pressed snugly between her thighs.

Oh, well, it’s the best I’ve got, Jenna shrugged as she grabbed a towel. Maybe we could go shopping for a new one tomorrow, she thought excitedly on her way downstairs. There had been some really sexy bikinis at the mall the last time she’d been there. Perhaps she could talk her mother into letting her get one!

Arriving at the sauna door, Jenna stepped inside, taking a moment to adjust to the temperature before she sat down on the bench nearest the door. She lay back against the wall, closed her eyes, and sighed, allowing the heat to soothe her tired muscles.

She’d been there for about five minutes when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes to see her mother enter, wearing a two piece string bikini and holding a towel. Jenna marveled at how good her Mom looked in the skimpy suit. I hope I’m as hot as she is when I’m all grown, she thought.

“C’mon in, Mom. It feels great,” sighed Jenna, her eyes drifting shut again. “Jeez, I’d forgotten how nice this is. We ought to come down here more often.”

Angelique sat down next to her daughter, lay down down her towel and leaned back in the corner. “Mmmmm… yes,” she sighed.

They sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the heat… occasionally throwing water on the rocks to build up the steam.

Angelique glanced at her daughter. It was then that she noticed Jenna’s swimsuit and frowned slightly. “Isn’t that suit getting a little small for you?” she asked.

“It’s all I’ve got,” Jenna said with a shrug, wondering if the time was right to ask about that cute bikini.

“Well, then… why not just take it off?” Angelique said with a wry smile.

Jenna’s eyes widened in surprise. She sat up and looked at her mother. “You mean… go naked?” she asked.

“Oh, sure,” Angelique sighed, “I love doing that. The way the heat kisses every part of your body… it feels luscious.”

“Being naked in front of you seems… I dunno, kinda weird, Mom,” Jenna muttered.

Angelique clucked her tongue. “So modest. Tell you what — I’ll lose my swimsuit too, so we’re both naked. How’s that?”

Jenna blushed, considered, then nodded. “Sure.”

Nervously chewing on her lower lip, Jenna carefully peeled off her green swimsuit, stepping out of it as Angelique untied her bikini.

Now nude, Jenna took her seat on the bench and leaned back. She parted her legs slightly to let the heat caress her all over. Her mother was right — it did feel luscious. “Mmmmm,” she purred.

Angelique smiled at her daughter, “See, I told you. Nice, isn’t it?”

“Mmmm, it is. Wow, I can’t believe I never thought of trying it before,” Jenna replied, letting the heat soak into her bare body. “Let’s always sauna like this from now on, Mom.”

“Okay,” laughed Angelique. “I think I can live with that.”

Mother and daughter sat quietly for a while, enjoying the heat.

Jenna glanced over at her mother, studying her nude body. Before her eyes closed again, she noticed something that surprised her.

“Mom… do you shave yourself, um, down there?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, I do, honey. I love having a bare pussy,” Angelique murmured.

Jenna blushed. “That’s kinda weird. I thought having hair down there was a sign of growing up. I remember how proud when I finally got some.” She glanced at the light patch of down that adorned her vulva.

Angelique smiled at her daughter. “Well, you’ll probably start shaving in a few years.”

“Maybe I will… but for now, I’m quite happy with my, um, peach fuzz!” Jenna replied with a giggle.

“Peach fuzz, hmm?” Angelique cooed.

“That’s all I’ve got, really — see?” said Jenna, daringly parting her legs to give her mother a good look.

“Mmm, I see… does that mean that underneath you have a ripe, juicy peach?” Angelique asked playfully.

“Mom, you’re so dirty!” gasped Jenna, as her hand dropped to cup her mound.

“You don’t have to cover yourself, honey,” Angelique murmured. “I think you have a beautiful pussy.”

“You don’t think I have too much hair for boys to like, Mom?” Jenna asked, moving her hand away to reveal her sparsely covered slit.

“Not at all, dear. If you keep it neat and trimmed, boys will fall over themselves to lick you there,” Angelique said.

Jenna sat there, blissfully content… enjoying the heat, the conversation, and especially the feelings that were coursing through her body. Then a question occurred to her, she looked over at her mother again. “Uh, Mom… what’s that like?” she hesitantly asked. “Having a guy, you know, lick you?”

“Mmmmm…” Angelique cooed, “it’s one of the nicest feelings in the world. Imagine it, honey… a wet, hot tongue touching you down there. Caressing the outer lips of your pussy, or sliding deep inside. It’s the best part of sex for me.” She absently allowed a hand to drift between her thighs and began to masturbate, gently exploring the folds of her cunt with two fingers.

Seeing her mother pleasure herself so openly, Jenna stared in disbelief at first. Then she closed her eyes and leaned back, thinking if Mom can do it… well, so can I. She let her hand wander back to her pussy. Mmmmm, yes. Pussy. Just thinking the word feels good, Jenna mused, cupping her moist vulva. “Have you… had it done to you very many times, Mom?” she asked.

“Yes, love,” her mother replied, teasing herself with a fingertip. “Tell you a little secret. I’ve had men who knew how to eat my pussy pretty well… but no one, I mean no one, knows how to use their mouth on you like another woman.”

“Mom!” Jenna gasped in shock. “Y-you’ve had your, um, pussy licked by a woman?”

“Oh, yes, sweetheart. More than once,” Angelique replied with a mysterious smile. “That’s not all… I’ve done it to them, too.”

“Wow,” the young girl mumbled in a daze. She looked up again at her mother. “Does that mean that you’re…”

“No, no, Jenna,” Angelique said softly. “I’m not gay… I do prefer to make love to women, though, since me and your dad split.” She cupped a breast with her free hand. “Men are fun and all, but the female body is so soft — so sweet. And women are far more skilled at pleasing one another.” She sighed. “I haven’t been with another woman in awhile. Have to admit, I’ve missed it.”

“Mmm. You make it sound so good,” Jenna said, as her fingers continued to dance between her legs.

“Oh, it is,” her mother replied, letting her thumb massage her clit as one of her fingers probed deep inside the vagina. “You’ll have to try it with a girl sometime, honey. I’m sure you’ll love it. Ooooooh…”

“Oh, Mom. I’m getting hot just thinking about it. Ohhh…” Jenna’s breathing was becoming more erratic as her fingers moved faster, the other hand providing needed support as she started to lose herself in the moment.

“Yes, dear. Mmmm, yes!” Angelique slipped another finger into her dripping pussy, pumping herself harder, strangely aroused by the idea of masturbating with her beautiful thirteen-year-old daughter while talking of lesbian sex. “Oh, fuck, honey. I’m c-coming. Oh yes. Uhhhh…!” Angelique gasped as a lovely orgasm rippled through her body.

Jenna, upon hearing her mother’s climax, quickly found herself coming as well.

“Yes, Mom. Oh yes. Ohhhhhh!” Jenna cried, pressing two fingers against her clit, surges of pleasure rippling outward from her pussy to every part of her body. Almost too soon, her rapture peaked and waned. Spent, she gasped for air, quivering with sweet aftershocks as her climax slowly ebbed away.

“Oh, gosh. That was… the best,” Jenna finally said, her face now resting on her mother’s thigh.

“Thanks for joining me, honey,” her mother whispered as she stroked her daughter’s hair. “It was kind of sweet… touching ourselves together that way.”

Opening her eyes, Jenna realized that she was lying with her face inches from Angelique’s pussy. She could see her mother’s shaved mound, up close and personal. She smiled, enthralled.

“So, this is where I came from, huh?” Jenna asked as she instinctively reached up to lightly touch Angelique’s vulva.

“Yes, baby,” Angelique said. “Mmmm, that feels good.”

“It’s hard to imagine something like a person coming out of such a small place,” Jenna said as she slowly caressed her mother’s moist labia, strange feelings she didn’t understand rising inside her.

“It was rough, my precious… but you were worth it,” replied her mother.

“Thank you for giving birth to me. I can’t imagine having a more perfect mother than you.” Feeling mischievous, she moved closer to place a tender kiss on Angelique’s pussy. Mmm… it smelled wonderful.

“Ohhhh… that felt lovely, Jenna,” whispered Angelique. “You can thank me anytime if you do it like that, dear…”

Jenna said softly, “Okay.”

Her heart throbbing with excitement, she leaned over and kissed her mother’s sex again. She licked her lips, tingling pleasurably as she savored the thick, tangy flavor of a woman. Angelique, her fingers running through her daughter’s hair, put a very slight pressure on the back of her daughter’s head, clearly letting Jenna know that she wanted more. And right then, Jenna was very willing.

The young girl inched closer to her mother’s pussy, placing a kiss directly on the juicy slit. Angelique arched her back, moaning softly. Jenna smiled, thrilled at the reaction she had caused in her mother. She kissed her there once more, noting that the sweet pink flesh was becoming increasingly wetter. She tentatively extended her tongue to lick the wetness away. Mmmm, delicious...

“Ooohhh…” Angelique moaned.

The flavor of Angelique’s pussy lingered on Jenna’s tongue. It tasted warm, inviting, and strangely familiar. Jenna couldn’t believe that she was kissing and licking the pussy that gave birth to her, but somehow it seemed completely natural. She licked again.

“Oh God, baby. That feels amazing,” Angelique gasped. “Please, Jenna… d-don’t stop…”

Now beside herself with excitement, Jenna moved down to the wooden floor to kneel between Angelique’s thighs, leaning in close to take the moist pink flower into her mouth, probing the soft folds with her tongue.

Angelique’s hands clutched the back of Jenna’s head to urge her daughter on. “Yesssss…” she hissed.

The thirteen-year-old wrapped her arms around her mother’s waist, eager for more of the luscious nectar that flowed from Angelique’s vagina. Her tongue darted and probed, learning the places that elicited the strongest responses from her mother.

“Oh, baby. You’re so wonderful… ooohhh…” Angelique moaned, her hips staring to gyrate against Jenna’s face.

The young girl continued her tender assault, intent on thanking her mother for giving her life, showing her how much she was adored, giving her the pleasure she’d been too long without. It all seemed too perfect to Jenna. Her soft lips against her mother’s soft pussy. The girl that had come from this juicy vagina, now exploring it once again.

The sweet essence of cunt coated Jenna’s lips and chin, and she feasted on it, loving the flavor, stroking Angelique’s thighs as she ate the woman’s beautiful pussy.

That’s when it hit Jenna — she was making love to her mother! At first her kisses had been a playful, affectionate thing, just a way of making Mom feel nice. But it had quickly become more, so much more. She had only ever kissed a boy before — and now she was performing oral sex!

Wow, she thought, her tongue gliding up and down the glistening crevice, it’s like Mom and I are girlfriends now. The thought thrilled Jenna to her very soul, and she burrowed her face even deeper between Angelique’s thighs.

Her tongue plunged deep into her mother’s creamy canal, then trailed upward to circle around her clitoris. Angelique cried out loud as Jenna licked at the inflamed button. The thirteen-year-old got the hint, taking the pink nubbin between her lips and gently sucking.

Angelique exploded in a frenzied orgasm, her body shuddering with helpless pleasure. “Oh, fuck yes, baby!” she cried, thrashing about on the bench. “Eat my pussy, Jenna! Oh, yes. Oh. OH! OHHH!”

Warm, thick juices flowed into Jenna’s eager mouth, filling the young girl with an incredible glow that seemed to illuminate her from within. It was the most wonderful feeling imaginable, pleasing her mother in such a loving, intimate way.

Jenna finally lifted her face from Angelique’s glistening slit and sat up, blushing with pride as she smiled at her mother.

Angelique lay there panting, occasionally trembling with tiny aftershocks. As her breathing calmed and her body stilled, she opened her eyes and stared in wonder at her thirteen-year-old daughter. She giggled, feeling like a giddy schoolgirl, barely able to believe that she had just let Jenna go down on her. What a beautiful experience it had been, though!

She sat up, took the girl’s face in her hands and placed a loving kiss on her mouth.

Jenna closed her eyes, savoring the softness of her mother’s lips.

Angelique could taste herself on her daughter’s face, and was thrilled by the notion. She licked her way around Jenna’s mouth. Head spinning, the young girl parted her lips — and suddenly, mother and daughter were kissing passionately. Jenna’s heart was pounding hard and fast as their tongues met and mingled in a very sensual way.

Finally, her mother pulled away, her eyes shining in adoration. “Thank you, Jenna, for giving that to me,” Angelique whispered.

“Thank you, Mom, for letting me do it. I never knew it would feel so wonderful to — to share something like that,” Jenna murmured shyly.

“I’d like to make you feel good now, angel,” Angelique crooned, her hands gliding over her daughter’s naked body.

Jenna blushed, and Angelique could see the hesitation in her daughter’s eyes. She rose, padded nude across the room to the long padded bench, lay down and smiled at the suddenly timid teen. “Come here, honey,” she breathed, “Mommy wants to make love to you.”

Jenna looked over at Angelique’s long, lean body. She thought about all the possibilities and implications of becoming Mom’s lover. As she did, she felt herself getting hot, tingly and very excited. She slowly stood on trembling legs and walked slowly towards her mother.

Angelique parted her lips and licked them, fondling her breasts, her eyes burning into her daughter’s. Jenna shivered in anticipation as she climbed into Angelique’s arms and gave her mother a torrid French kiss.

Jenna moaned into the older woman’s mouth as she felt soft hands sliding down her back to cup her bare bottom, her mother’s fingers slipping between her cheeks to caress the cleft of her anus.

Breaking their kiss, Angelique rolled her daughter onto her side, dipping her head to take Jenna’s right nipple between her lips. The child’s breasts were only now beginning to show, but the pert, pink buds that adorned them were lovely. Angelique flicked the tip of Jenna’s breast with her tongue, marveling at how it stiffened to her touch.

The young girl cradled her mother’s head to her chest, moaning softly… then gasped as the warm lips trailed over to claim the other nipple. “Oh, Mom, that f-feels amazing,” Jenna whispered.

Angelique pleasured her daughter’s breasts for a long while, then slid up to share another hot, hungry kiss with the girl before smiling down at her. “Jenna,” she breathed, “I’m going to lick your pussy now. Climb onto my face, honey.”

Jenna’s body burned for release as she stood and carefully straddled Angelique’s face. She leaned on the wall of the sauna, lowering her dripping pussy to her mother’s mouth.

Angelique felt Jenna’s downy pubes brushing her lips as she gently kissed the moist labia. Her tongue snaked out to taste her daughter for the first time.

To the virginal thirteen-year-old, the touch of her mother’s mouth and tongue were… electric. “Oh, Mom — I love you!” gasped the girl.

Angelique’s hands fondled Jenna’s ass as her mouth began to kiss and lick at the ripe, dewy fruit of her daughter’s pussy. It was tart and delicious, and she drank deep from the girl, savoring every drop of her nectar.

Jenna ground slowly against her mother’s mouth, lost in a sea of sensation and emotion. Her own mom was giving her this incredible pleasure… the same sweet pleasure Jenna had given her just minutes ago. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, how deeply she loved this wonderful woman who had raised her from infancy to womanhood.

“Oh, God, Mom. I feel like I’m going t-to explode,” Jenna sobbed. Her mother’s mouth was taking her body to places she could never have imagined, even in her wildest fantasies.

Angelique reached up to fondle her daughter’s budding breasts, her tongue bathing the young girl’s vagina. Jenna sat upright, riding her mother’s mouth, placing both hands over Angelique’s as the older woman’s palms brushed her nipples.

“Mommy…” Jenna gasped. It was as though she was slowly losing consciousness, letting her body and mind drift into a world of purest rapture. Every touch of her mother’s lips and tongue pushed the girl closer and closer to the edge, until she fell off with a choked cry.

“Ohhhh, GOD!” Jenna gasped as her body lurched forward, the second orgasm of the night ripping through her like a heat bomb. Her pussy spasmed in her mother’s face, her young breasts heaved, and the very breath was wrenched from her lungs as she came.

Angelique clutched her convulsing daughter and lowered her to the sauna bench, still licking at the girlish slit before her as Jenna’s body twisted and contorted, waves of ecstasy still surging through her childish body. Finally Angelique raised her face from between her daughter’s thighs, placing a gentle kiss on Jenna’s pussy before sitting upright.

Jenna lay trembling, nearly crying from the joy she felt. Angelique looked down at her and smiled, her heart glowing with adoration for her child, so very glad that she had introduced her daughter to the wonderful world of lesbian love.

The young girl looked up at her mother’s face, her lips and chin wet with her girlish essence. With a sudden flash of urgency, Jenna sat up to kiss and lick at her mother’s sticky mouth.

“Oh, Mom,” Jenna gasped between passionate kisses, “I — I love you so much!”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Angelique sighed happily.

Remembering a thought she had had earlier, Jenna raised her face to meet Angelique’s contented gaze. “Does… does this mean that we’re, um, girlfriends now, Mom?” Jenna asked hesitantly, holding her mother close.

“Oh, baby,” Angelique breathed, “that’s a big step for us to take. Let’s just be mother and daughter for the moment.” She brought the girl’s hand to her lips, kissing Jenna’s palm. “But we’ll have this — this sweet secret, you and I, and whenever we want we can share pleasure, just like this.” She placed the girl’s hand upon her breast. “In time, though… who knows? Maybe one day, we will want to live as lovers.”

“Oh… Mommy,” Jenna whispered, her eyes glowing as she teased Angelique’s nipple with her fingers.

Angelique’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “Now come on, girl… let’s get out of here and up to my bedroom before we melt,” she laughed, lightly smacking her child on her bare bottom. “I’m not done playing with you.”

Jenna giggled, leaning close to give her mother a tender kiss. They both rose from the bench and grabbed their towels, Angelique shutting off the heat. They quickly dried themselves before they headed upstairs, hand in hand and still nude.

Racing into her mother’s bedroom, Jenna somersaulted onto the bed, grinning excitedly at Angelique as she entered close behind. “Hurry up, Mom!” she cried, bouncing impatiently.

Angelique climbed on the bed, stretching out beside her daughter. “No need to rush, sweetheart… we’ve got all night to make love. No school tomorrow, remember?”

“Cool!” Jenna squealed. “We can stay in bed and fool around all day, too!”

“Ooougghh… I’ve created a monster,” Angelique mock-groaned. “Old ladies like your mother need to rest once in awhile, you know.”

Now lying on her side, Jenna propped herself up on an elbow. “Okay, old lady… since you’re so worn out, why don’t we just kiss?”

Happy to accept Jenna’s invitation, Angelique moved in to claim the teen’s soft mouth, her tongue emerging to play.

For a long, wondrous while, mother and daughter shared kisses that grew increasingly lustful. Their hands wandered freely, exploring each other’s bodies.

Breaking away, Angelique grinned down at Jenna, who was joyfully pinned beneath her mother’s bare body. “Say, baby girl… want to learn something really hot?”

“Yessss!” squealed Jenna, busily groping Angelique’s generous ass. “I — I’ll do anything with you, Mom.”

“You’ll like this,” promised Angelique. “I’m going to show you how two women fuck.”

The teen furrowed her brow. “You mean like… you’ve got one of those fake dicks that you, um, put on yourself?” Angelique stared at her daughter in astonishment. “Um… I saw them on the internet,” Jenna added, embarrassed.

After an awkward pause, Angelique finally laughed. “Guess I can’t scold you for visiting smutty websites, can I? Not after eating your pussy, anyhow.” She smiled wryly. “Oh, and I do have one of those ‘fake dicks’, by the way, and the correct name for it is a ‘strap-on’. But we’ll play with that another time. What I want to teach you is different.” She drew closer. “Lie down on your back, honey.” Jenna quickly complied. “Now… I want you to point one leg straight up.”

Jenna raised her left leg, and Angelique grasped her daughter’s trim ankle, holding it in place as she straddled the girl. “Now, then,” she whispered, her gazed never leaving Jenna’s, “here’s how it works…”

Forking both legs wide apart, Angelique moved between the wide-eyed teen’s thighs, pressing her wet, warm cunt against that of her daughter until their sexes were firmly plastered together.

Jenna’s eyes widened in astonishment. “Oh, wow…!”

“Doesn’t it feel lovely? Almost like our pussies are kissing. Then I move against you like this…” Angelique began to work her hips, gently grinding her mound against Jenna’s. “Oh, this is absolutely divine… don’t you think so?”

The enraptured girl spread her legs wide apart, opening up to her mother’s movements. “Oooooooh yeah, Mom, it’s awesome! Can you c-come from doing this?”

Angelique paused in mid-motion, gazing hungrily at her daughter. “Fuck me back, baby, and you’ll see.”

Jenna needed no further encouragement. She grasped Angelique’s leg for leverage and began to thrust against her mother, carefully at first — but soon enough the woman and the girl fell into a churning rhythm, their tangled bodies rocking in a lustful frenzy.

“God, Mom, th-this is incredible!” panted Jenna. “I — I love fucking you…” Thick, warm fluids were oozing down into the crack of her ass, their cunts making squishing sounds as she and her mother forced them together.

Angelique came first, emitting a strangled cry as she threw her head back. “Oh YES! God, baby… f-fuck me… keep fucking Mommy s-so — so good… OH!”

Jenna stared at her quivering mother, the woman’s breasts jiggling enticingly. Reaching up with a shaking hand, the girl cupped one of the bouncing globes, fondled it. Then her own orgasm came swooping down and she fell back, lost in the moment. Sharp shocks of ecstasy seized the young teen, shook her slender frame.

Mother and daughter sobbed and panted in a duet of pure pleasure, their sweating bodies pressed tightly together as their shared climax crested and ebbed. Finally, the two lovers lay at rest, quiet but for their heavy breathing, still lovingly entwined.

Untangling herself from Jenna, Angelique lay down next to her. “Oh, honey,” she gasped, “that was marvelous.” She brushed the girl’s bangs from her damp forehead, then lightly kissed her mouth.

“It sure was!” replied Jenna. “So… we can do that anytime we want? And — and other stuff, too?” She nibbled at her lower lip, then added, “I want to try out your, um, strap-on, Mom. Would you use it on me?”

Frowning, Angelique studied her daughter. “But you… you’ve never had sex with a boy — have you, honey?”

Blushing slightly, Jenna shook her head. “N-no, Mom. I’m still a virgin. But I’d like for you to — to be my first.”

“Jenna,” protested Angelique. “You shouldn’t rush into something like that, baby. Your first time is supposed to be… it’s a very special thing. Don’t you want to wait until you have a — a real lover of your own?”

The teen soberly shook her head. “There’s no one who’ll ever mean more to me than you, Mom,” she murmured, cuddling into her mother’s bare body. “And I totally love the idea of you being the one to, to fuck me for real. Pretty please…?”

Dazed, on the verge of tears, Angelique whispered, “Oh, my sweet, sweet little girl… how could I say no to you?” She took a long, deep breath. “Honey, if that’s what you really, truly want… then yes.”

Smiling hugely, Jenna embraced her mother. “Thanks, Mom!” She drew back, a hopeful light in her eyes. “Could we maybe do it… tomorrow night? That’s okay, huh?”

Angelique shook her head. “I swear, you kids… so damn impatient.” Jenna pouted. “Okay, honey — tomorrow, I promise. I’ve got to do a little shopping first, though.”

“What for?” the girl inquired, curious.

“For a smaller strap-on. Mine’s at least eight inches long… much too big for your first time.”

“I guess,” Jenna shrugged, then grinned excitedly. “Can I help you pick one out, Mom?”

“No, hon. You have to be old enough to go into that kind of store. Besides,” Angelique continued, “Do you really think that we ought to go shopping for sex toys together? If we’re going to be… making love, you and I, it’s got to be a secret. You can’t tell anyone. Not even your best friends. Understand?”

“O-okay,” Jenna murmured.

“Tell you what,” Angelique said, after a moment’s reflection, “Let’s go a date tomorrow, a real date. We’ll get dressed up and I’ll take you to dinner. After that, a nice, romantic walk down by the lake. Then we’ll come home and…”

“Make love,” sighed Jenna. Almost without thinking, she caressed Angelique’s breast, thrilled to feel her mother’s nipple stiffen to the touch.

“And then you’ll be a real woman. Ooohh, that feels so nice…”

“Can we kiss some more, Mom? I really like kissing you.”

Angelique laughed. “You don’t have to ask, Jenna… not when we’re in bed, anyhow. If you want to kiss me, then do it!”

Jenna raised herself up, gazed deep into her mother’s sparkling eyes. “I love you, Mom,” she breathed, just before their lips met.

They kissed tenderly, lovingly… then with a hint of renewed passion. Unable to resist, Angelique brought her tongue into play, letting it circle Jenna’s sweet mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” the girl purred, crawling on top of her naked mother, pressing a thigh into Angelique’s hot, juicy vulva.

Angelique moaned, the smoldering embers of her desire for Jenna igniting into pure, hard flame. Her hands slid down to cup the nubile teen’s buttocks, fondling the smooth globes, her fingers slipping between them to tease the girl’s anus.

Mother and daughter ground their sweat-glazed bodies together as they drifted easily into the forbidden, now familiar thrill of incest, kissing again and again…

The End

By JetBoy

Belinda’s face rested on Janet’s thigh as she gazed at me, mouth and chin glistening with the essence of wet pussy, licking her lips as she waited for my response.

I wasn’t just looking at my daughter anymore. I was seeing a desirable young girl, one that I very much wanted to take as a lover.

I glanced up at Janet. She studied my expression, then smiled knowingly as she saw the yes in my eyes. Shifting her attention over to her daughter who, at that moment, was lightly kissing my vulva, Janet told her, “Mary… come over here with me, baby, and let’s you and I play for a while. It’s time Belinda learned how to love her mommy.”

I watched, my pulse racing as Mary left one last kiss on my cunt, then rose from between my legs and moved, cat-like, over to her mother. My daughter, her eyes glued to mine, took Mary’s place; kneeling before me, placing her little hands on my thighs. Belinda paused, staring as if hypnotized at my pubic tuft — the dark, thick curls that didn’t quite conceal the pink flesh of Mommy’s vagina.

You can still stop this, some small vestige of my conscience pleaded. Don’t have sex with your little girl. It’s wrong.

But I banished those final stirrings of shame, scattering them like dust motes. I’d had a bellyful of these idiotic rules, imposed upon us by a feeble-minded society. Who were they — who was anyone to tell me that the love Belinda and I yearned for was wrong?

Nothing mattered but this moment in time, with my sweet child and I naked together, her face inches from my sex, mouth watering to taste me. This was good. This was right. My daughter and I were meant to make love.

Looking down at her, I no longer saw the innocent face of my twelve-year-old. Instead I saw an adolescent lesbian, hungry for the nectar of her mother’s pussy.

I felt her lightly touching the moist flesh of my vulva, then she slid two fingers into me. I gasped, loving this bold intrusion.

She began, slowly at first, to work her fingers in and out — and it wasn’t long before she had three, then four fingers pumping away, fucking me with everything she had. I just sat there, thighs spread as wide as they could go, staring enthralled at the face of the sexy child kneeling between my legs, a face filled with pure lust and passion. She was biting her lip, eyes gleaming with excitement as she plunged her fingers in and out of my dripping hole. Then she glanced up at me for an instant, then — oh, God…

I cried out as I felt her entire hand push its way into my body. I could not believe this — my own little girl was fisting me! A helpless moan was wrenched from my throat, then another as Belinda impaled me again and again on her pumping arm. I sobbed in ecstasy as Belinda bent down to suck my clitoris between her lips.

It felt so fucking decadent, being pleasured this way by my own daughter. God, what a pervert I am, I thought to myself. But right then, it didn’t matter, nothing did — nothing but sex.

Janet and Mary were down on the carpet, entangled in a squirming sixty-nine. Janet’s mouth was glued to her daughter’s opening, her fingers probing the crack of Mary’s ass.

I knew I was about to climax. I was about to come all over my young child’s pretty face. My lips were moving silently — I’m going to, I’m going to, I’m g-going to…

And then I was coming, in what felt like an explosion of heat and light that began in my belly, radiating outward to fill me completely. As it swept through me I heard myself babbling like I was possessed. “Oh yes, Belinda! OH! Yes, m-my little angel… eat Mommy’s pussy! Oh God, YES! FUCK ME! Mmmmmm, I love you, baby…”

As this incredible wave of orgasmic pleasure slowly began to recede, Belinda’s churning arm came to a slow halt. I kept rolling my hips, though, working my cunt on my baby’s hand. She just smiled, holding herself steady for me as I thrust back hard against her fist, each thrust a hard surge of pleasure.

Finally I came to rest. Belinda carefully removed her hand from my cunt with a slurping sound, then crawled into my arms. Her body was glazed with sweat, and she was breathing heavily from her exertions. I was proud of her, working so hard to make her mommy come.

Like my daughter I was dazed, dizzy — but all I could think about at that moment was how badly I hungered to go down on her, to taste my precious little girl.

Opening my eyes, I smiled lovingly at Belinda, then gently kissed her. She responded with an eagerness that stole my breath away, crushing her mouth to mine, her tongue plunging between my parted lips.

I moaned happily, allowing my daughter to tongue-fuck me, sharing the flavor of my pussy. It was a lovely moment between mother and child — but now, there was something else that Mommy very much wanted to kiss.

We broke apart, gasping for breath as we gazed into each other’s souls. I whispered, “I want to lick you now, sweetheart.”

Belinda cooed with joy, her face lighting up as if she were six instead of twelve — a child who’d just been offered a special treat. “Yes, Mommy, yes!” she exclaimed.

Something about her air of innocence — even as she lay naked in my arms, her lips moist from my vagina — turned me on so much that I had to kiss her again. This time I was the aggressor, probing my child’s mouth with an eager tongue. She sighed and relaxed in my arms, letting me take her.

Finally our mouths parted, and I gently drew Belinda down to the thick carpet and rolled her onto her back, then began to nuzzle my way down her slender body. I left a trail of kisses along her elegant neck, then ventured onto the plain of her chest. She had hardly any breasts to speak of, but her nipples begged for the touch of my lips.

I obliged, sucking each in turn, staring into my baby’s awed eyes as I traced a circle around one with the tip of my tongue. “Mmm, that feels good, Mommy,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time.”

I answered her with a smile, then continued to explore the universe that was Belinda. Down I proceeded, rubbing my face against the softness of my daughter’s tummy. Even her belly button was adorable, and I paused to pay tribute — placing my lips onto the tiny hollow and slipping my tongue inside to give Belinda’s tum-tum a playful French kiss. She squirmed lusciously beneath me, moaning, “Oh… oh, wow.”

But I had somewhere else I ached to be, so on I went, grazing Belinda’s skin with my lips.

Then I was lying between my little girl’s legs, marveling at the beauty of her vulva. I reached out to brush the pink crease with trembling fingers, sending a sweet shiver through her. Tracing the line of the bare slit, I found wetness.

Placing both hands on Belinda’s inner thighs, I gently opened her sex with my thumbs, the very breath quivering in my chest at the sight of the moist, rosy flesh hidden inside my baby’s flower. Leaning in closer, I inhaled deeply, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of a little girl for the first time. There was sweet honey there for me to taste, and a moan escaped my lips as a glistening droplet trickled down into the cleft of my daughter’s anus.

I raised myself slightly, meeting my child’s dreamy gaze. “Honey,” I murmured, “raise your legs up for me, and hold them to your chest. I want to see every bit of you.”

She happily complied. I glanced over at Janet and Mary, now sitting up and resting against the love seat. They were both watching, eager for the show to begin. Mary’s head rested on her mother’s breast, and her hand was moving between Janet’s legs.

I turned back to my daughter. She lay before me with flushed cheeks, clutching both knees against her breasts, waiting.

Drawing close, I extended my tongue, bathing Belinda’s slit with one long, slow lick. My daughter’s body tensed with a sharp jolt of pleasure, a choked cry bursting from her throat that trailed off into a whimper.

Sampling her flavor, I decided that my baby girl was delicious, then licked her again, teasing the puffy slit with the tip of my tongue. Belinda’s breath came in sobs, her frame shivering with tiny tremors as if she held an earthquake in her belly — one that might shake this house to its very foundation when unleashed.

I pictured my daughter literally bringing the walls crashing down with her orgasm, and stifled a giggle before licking her again, this time barely penetrating Belinda’s opening before I withdrew once more.

I continued to tease my child’s pussy with tiny flicks of the tongue and light kisses, driving her frantic with the need for release. Her body was shivering as if she were feverish, both hands still clenching the backs of her knees. “Mommy…” she pleaded.

Finally, when it seemed as if Belinda was on the verge of bursting into frustrated tears, I burrowed between her thighs, fastening my mouth to that flawless cunt. Twelve years old — still a child, really — and I was going down on her, making lesbian love to my own little girl, thrilling to the music of her ecstatic cries. I’d never been so turned on in my life.

Why had I never done this with Belinda before? In fact, why had I pushed my darling Melody away from me, back when she longed to be loved by her mother in this very same way? As I lay before my youngest daughter, avidly tongue-fucking her juicy slit, it dawned on me what a fool I’d been.

Then I was licking Belinda up and down, bathing the baby-smooth vulva with long, luxurious strokes. The sweet, sharp taste of a little girl was coating my tongue.

The rosebud of her anus was open to me, and I sought entrance, probing between Belinda’s soft cheeks to tickle the dark cleft. The act of rimming my little girl was delightful, and I could have licked her asshole for hours. But her pussy demanded my attention right then, so I regretfully abandoned Belinda’s bottom for the time being, once more pressing my mouth to her sex.

“Oh, Mommy,” she whispered, staring blissfully at me. “This is… s-so nice…”

I renewed my ardent licking, pleasuring Belinda, her ecstasy slowly rising until my daughter was at the very brink of release. Then I sought out the tiny nubbin of her clitoris, taking it between my lips to suckle.

Her soft whimpers quickly mounted into a wild cry as a long-awaited orgasm came crashing down. Belinda was shaking violently, her head turning from side to side while I held on, firmly clutching my little girl’s hips. She came hard for about half a minute, then relaxed as the intensity of her climax began to wane. Her legs straightened, and she sank back into the thick carpet with a long, contented sigh.

With one last gentle kiss on her vulva, I raised myself to my knees, then shifted into a sitting position next to Belinda. Tired as she was, my baby sat up, reaching out for me, and I took her damp body into my arms.

“I love you, Mommy,” she breathed, her lips lightly caressing my ear. Then she sat back, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “That was my dream — doing that with you. You made my dream come true.”

Belinda’s hair was stuck to her moist forehead, and I lovingly brushed it to one side. “Precious child.” As if I was held by a magic spell, my face was slowly drawn to hers, and we kissed.

Goodness, what a kiss that was. My baby’s tongue shyly grazed my lips, and they parted to allow her entrance, my tongue greeting hers, engaging, mingling as our passion grew. I was smitten, a woman in love.

A sound suddenly broke the silence. I lifted my head, staring toward the sliding glass door, the one that led to the back yard — and saw, standing there in the entrance, my daughter Melody, her eyes dancing with excitement. Believe it or not, I was surprised.

My heart raced as she stepped in and stood before us. As usual, Melody was wearing an incredibly short skirt, looking every inch the teenage tramp.

She grinned knowingly at the sight of her baby sister, naked and in my arms, then kicked off her sandals and began to unbutton her top, tugging it off and tossing it aside. As I expected, there was no bra covering her perky breasts. She quickly unhooked her skirt, then let it slide to the floor, revealing her beautiful naked body. Hmmm… no panties, either.

Her eyes met mine as she reached down to lightly manipulate her clit with expert fingers. “Well, Mom, I guess you just can’t resist the lure of young flesh, can you?”

I laughed at that — in fact, we all did — then I licked my lips as sensuously as possible while leering at my sexy daughter, the desire I felt mirrored in her eyes.

Melody strutted forward and stood beside me, then raised a leg to place her foot on the arm of the couch, showing me everything she had. Tilting my face up to hers, she bent down to kiss me hotly, her tongue flickering in my mouth like a flame for a delicious instant before she abruptly broke away. Belinda, still nestled in my arms, gasped in awe.

Seizing my wrist, Melody placed my hand on her pubic mound. “Touch me, Mom,” she hissed. “Feel how wet I am for you.”

Placing a finger at the entrance of her cunt, I pushed it deep into my daughter with a single smooth motion. Melody inhaled sharply and threw her head back as I began to fuck her, adding a second finger after a few strokes.

Belinda nibbled her lower lip while she watched me fuck her big sister — then she got down on her tummy before me, burying her face between my legs. I parted them, giving my little girl full access, moaning when her lips pressed into my throbbing sex.

Melody rode my hand for a while, then straightened, my finger leaving her vagina with a wet sound. “What a good mommy you are,” she cooed, briefly touching my cheek. Then she moved to kneel behind Belinda. Transfixed by her baby sister’s upturned ass, Melody placed a hand on that tight little bottom and began to caress it. I could see Belinda’s eyes glaze over with pleasure at big sister’s touch.

Melody’s naughty hand soon slipped between Belinda’s legs to play with her cunt. My youngest daughter moaned soft and low into my pubic curls, still licking me as best she could.

Suddenly, Melody grabbed Belinda by the arm — roughly pulling her away from me — and tugged her out into the center of the room. Melody positioned her little sister with the side of her face resting flat on the carpet, her girlish bottom jutting lewdly up into the air. I felt behind me for the front of Janet’s couch, leaning back against the plush cushions.

Melody knelt behind her baby sister and took a long, loving lick, trailing her tongue from her bare slit up through the crack of her ass. Belinda shivered ecstatically, her face the very image of sexual rapture. Remembering how skilled Melody had been at oral when we’d done each other mere hours ago, I smiled to myself, knowing how wonderful Belinda must have felt right then.

Spreading Belinda’s buttocks with both hands, Melody began to rim her younger sibling. My twelve-year-old was positively ecstatic, nearly sobbing for joy as her big sister’s hot, sucking mouth pressed deep between her cheeks. Clearly, a love of anal stimulation ran in our family.

Suddenly Janet plunked herself on the carpet next to me. Cupping my face in two warm hands, she crushed her mouth to mine in a torrid kiss, probing me with her tongue. Then, without a word, we sat back against the couch to watch my oldest daughter make love to my youngest. Janet’s hand casually drifted between my legs, and mine between hers, and we fingered each other’s clits as we took in the sight and sounds of my daughters committing incest. Belinda’s body seemed to move in time with Melody’s licking, and I could hear her whimper with delight at every flick of big sister’s tongue in her ass crack.

Once more Janet and I turned to each other and kissed. My eyes drifted shut as I savored the warmth and softness of my neighbor’s luscious mouth. She and I slid to the floor in a tight clinch, and I climbed on top of her, pressing a thigh against Janet’s heated sex — the two of us making out like lust-crazed teenagers.

Then I heard Melody’s demanding voice ring out. “Okay, Mom… get on your hands and knees!”

I raised my face to see Melody standing defiantly before me, naked but for the huge strap-on dildo she was fastening around her waist. Securing it, her hand slid up and down the length of the latex cock, a wicked gleam in her eyes. A shiver of excitement ran through me at the sight of such a large cock strapped to my daughter. It was long and thick and I wanted it inside me more than anything.

I quickly positioned myself on all fours, sticking my ass in the air with my knees parted wide. It had been ages since I’d had a lover indulge my submissive side, taking me like a wild animal — but Melody’s grin said more clearly than any words that she was in the mood for some very rough fun and games.

I sensed my daughter moving behind me, then felt the sting of her hand, crashing down on my right buttock. I cried out loud — partly in pain and surprise, mostly in pleasure.

“Ready to get fucked, Mom? Huh? Ready to take my big, hard cock in your ass?” Then WHAP! Melody’s other hand came down like the wrath of God on my other cheek, and I cried out again.

Her hand spread some kind of lubricant all the way up the crack of my ass, then across my tight hole. I shivered with anticipation at the thought of being buttfucked by my Melody. She plunged two fingers into my anus, wriggling them around to loosen me up back there. She was far from gentle with me, but I didn’t mind.

A few seconds later Melody removed her fingers and began sliding the tip of her cock between my cheeks. I wasn’t absolutely certain that I could take a dick that big in my back door — but I planned to find out, one way or the other.

I whimpered in joy as my asshole slowly opened up to my daughter, a choked cry escaping my lips as the bulbous head suddenly penetrated the anal ring.

“That’s it, Mom! Open up for me. I’m gonna fuck you till you scream,” she growled as she slapped my butt again, harder this time.

The burning of my bottom only added fuel to the fire that raged between my legs. Shit — the more Melody treated me like a whore, the more it turned me on! She knows me so well, I mused.

I took a deep breath and felt the huge shaft begin to muscle its way into my anal passage. It’s so big! was all I could think. But it felt wonderful as it slowly, slowly filled me.

Janet and Mary were entangled on the carpet a few feet away in a lover’s embrace, kissing passionately. Mary’s legs were wrapped around her mother, and she was rubbing her cunt against Janet’s belly. The intensity of their feelings for one another was a beautiful thing to see. I felt a surge of indescribable joy that nearly brought me to tears, knowing that my girls and I were now loving each other in the same way.

Once Melody had completely penetrated my rectum, she began to withdraw her cock, only to slide the full length of it back inside. I grunted with pleasure as it filled me. Again, Melody slapped my ass firmly as she began to work the length of it in and out.

As she plowed me, Melody moaned, “Oh, Mom, this is so fuckin’ kinky.” She was pumping my ass with long steady strokes, and I could feel my cunt leaking down the insides of my thighs. I was my daughter’s slut, her back door bitch — I loved it!

Then Belinda was kneeling before me, her face about an inch from mine. She nibbled gently at my lower lip, and I closed my eyes, kissing her like a lover. I could feel the child humming with pleasure as my tongue licked its way around her mouth. This was miles away from a normal mother-daughter kiss, but then nothing I’d been doing today could be considered normal.

“Oooh, yeah, that’s so hot, Mom,” Melody sighed, her hips moving against my ass. “Can you taste your pussy on her lips?”

I did, and it was delicious. Belinda and I continued to kiss, her little hands fondling my breasts as Melody kept pumping in and out of my rectum, keeping my senses heightened by slapping my ass every so often. As for me, I was thrusting my hips back against that slippery prick, trying to take it even deeper.

When I came, it was like being turned inside out. I was screaming and thrashing wildly as my daughters pleasured me, taking their own mother through the most amazing orgasm.

I actually passed out for a minute or so, coming to in Melody’s arms. She cradled my head in her lap while Belinda lay curled against me, her lips touching my breast.

Gazing down, Melody gave me a look of adoration, the likes of which I’d not had from her in ages, and whispered, “Love ya, Mom,” bending to place a feather-light kiss on my nose. It was such a perfect moment that I actually shed a few tears. After all those years of anger and defiance, I had my daughter back.

Then she kissed my mouth, her soft lips brushing mine. I responded, my desire magically renewing itself as our tongues met and entwined.

The five of us shared a long afternoon of lovemaking before my daughters and I cleaned up and went home, where we crammed ourselves in the shower stall to wash each other clean before emerging to pass out in a tangle of bare limbs on my bed.

*****

From that day on, this relationship with my daughters has been the joy of my existence. I no longer have to pretend that I’m some kind of prim and proper mother around the girls. Melody came back home to stay, and our family was complete.

Belinda moved into my bedroom with me, where two years later, we still fuck nearly every night. Melody has her own room, where she often entertains other girls and women — but then there are nights when she joins me and Belinda in a family orgy steamy enough to take off the wallpaper. Of course, we also enjoy a lovely rapport with Janet and Mary. I can drop by their house just about any time to borrow something a hell of a lot sweeter than a cup of sugar.

It’s so strange: I spent years denying my true nature in an effort to keep my daughters from being like me. Then in the end, it was my precious girls who showed me the light, helped me to once again become the wanton woman I was always meant to be. And now that I’ve overcome those silly fears, sharing this beautiful, perverse lifestyle with Melody and Belinda is the best part of it all.

So that’s my life these days. I’m a freaky, incestuous lesbian mother — and I couldn’t be happier if I tried!

THE END