Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

It was morning when I awakened, still naked, stretched out on the sofa. Melody was gone, but I still had the sticky essence of her on my face. There was a numb ache between my legs, and I was stiff all over.

Before I could pull myself to my feet, I heard the front door slam — and Belinda came prancing in. Oh, hell. She saw me and skipped over to where I sat, bending to give me a warm kiss on the mouth.

It was bad enough having my daughter see me like this, naked and sprawled on the couch looking like — well, like I’d been in an all-night orgy. But when she pulled back after kissing me and her face lit up with a delighted smile, I wanted to crawl under the sofa and hide.

“Hi, Mommy! Looks like you had a fun time last night,” she said as she gazed at me knowingly. “Where did your, um, girlfriend go?”

I had no idea how to answer. I was deeply embarrassed, made worse by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what I’d been up to. Before I could reply, or even question her about her own evening, she ran into her room giggling and shut the door with a bang.

Dazed, I wandered into my bedroom and slipped into the shower. As I stood in the hot, comforting spray, thinking back on my night, I found myself quickly becoming aroused, remembering what I had done — and who I’d done it to.

Tingling with excitement at the memory of fucking my oldest daughter, I reached down and began to stroke my slit as I replayed the entire lewd episode in my head. I fingered myself hard, feeling the heat build as I remembered all the things I had done with Melody. Soon I brought myself off again.

After my orgasm, I was able to think rationally. As reality slowly reared its troublesome head, I emerged from the shower and dried myself, once again wondering what Belinda had been doing next door last night — and, for that matter, on all the other times she had spent with her friend Mary.

I absently nibbled at a fingernail. How should I deal with this?

Now that my mind wasn’t fogged up with twisted sex thoughts, I reminded myself yet again that I didn’t want my youngest daughter following in the footsteps of her mother or big sister. I didn’t really know for sure whether Belinda had been involved in what I’d seen the night before. But even if she hadn’t, Janet’s daughter Mary was definitely there in the X-rated Polaroids I found, which meant that she couldn’t be a very good influence. Then there was Janet herself, cavorting naked in the living room while Belinda was there.

I wrestled for several hours over the best way to handle this situation. In the end, it boiled down to two choices: I could confront Belinda with the evidence I’d found in her room… or I could go next door and discuss what I’d seen in those photographs with Janet.

Later that afternoon I decided on the second option. Belinda was sprawled on the floor watching cartoons, so I put on a blouse and skirt, told her I’d be back soon and walked the few yards it took to get me over to Janet’s house. My nerves were jangling, but I simply put one foot in front of the other until I was standing at the front door.

When I knocked, Mary answered. She opened the door and stood silently before me, wearing a tiny T-shirt that ended just below her breasts and a pair of sheer white panties. Nothing else. My eyes instinctively flickered up and down her taut little body, pausing at the pubic thatch that was clearly visible between her legs.

I was speechless, so she smiled and broke the silence, saying, “Hello, Ms. Gable. How are you?”

As she waited for my response, her hand drifted across her flat belly and down to the waistband of her panties, where she slipped her thumb inside, giving them a slight downward tug as if they were jeans.

“Ahhh… is your m-mother home, Mary?” I asked, trying to regain my composure.

“Yes, ma’am, she is… come in,” she said, stepping back to invite me inside. I dazedly followed, my eyes locked on her cute girlish ass, swaying seductively as she led me through the house.

“Mom? Ms. Gable’s here to see you,” she called out.

I followed her into the den, and she sat down in an easy chair. I perched nervously on the sofa, seated right across from her.

Mary smiled at me again. “She’ll be right here,” she cooed. I had to hand it to the girl — despite her slutty attire, she was as polite as ever.

“Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “Um… don’t mind me. You just, uh, go back to whatever you were d-doing.”

“Okay,” she replied, still giving me that sweet smile. She reached over to an end table for a magazine and began to thumb through it.

Now that Mary’s attention was elsewhere, I looked around the room, quickly realizing that I was seated on the sofa where Janet was masturbating last night. I peered out the large glass door in front of me and into the back yard, a shiver passing through my frame as I recognized the fence that I’d peeped over just a few hours ago, spying on Janet.

And on the other side of that fence rested a lawn chair, on which I had made love to my sexy Melody…

I gritted my teeth. Don’t think about that now, for fuck’s sake. Stay focused.

As I sat there, quietly waiting for Janet, I stole a glance at Mary, absorbed in her magazine. Her legs had fallen apart, and she was giving me a clear, open view of her panty-covered pussy. I tried not to stare, forcibly shifting my gaze elsewhere, but my eyes kept shifting back to between her legs. The remembered image from the Polaroid of her naked with another girl licking her cunt — had it been Belinda? — kept burning in my head.

Again, I fought to clear my mind. God damn it, this was no time to be getting aroused!

It was then that I noticed Mary was reading a porno magazine. There on the cover was a photograph of two teenage girls, fingering each other and kissing. This was not your standard run-of-the-mill girlie mag, it was hardcore lesbian smut — the kind I had plenty of in my own collection. I found myself growing increasingly jittery at the sight of this half-naked young nymphet seated across from me, legs spread, casually leafing through the sort of magazine one found in sex shops.

Then Janet sauntered out of the bedroom and into the den, smiling hugely. I stood, trying to compose myself.

“Hi, Lucy, how are you doing?” she said, giving me a friendly hug. “Please, sit down… let me fix you a drink.” Before I had a chance to consider her offer, she was placing a glass of amber fluid in my hand.

Janet was wearing a casual dress. It was short and summery, and her large breasts jiggled underneath as she moved about the room, making it clear that she was braless.

She stopped between the glass door and me. “So… what brings you over today?” she asked.

With the light shining from behind her, I could see her tall voluptuous figure as if she was totally nude.

It took me a second or two to realize I had been asked a question, and another to realize that I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to Janet. My mind had gone blank, and I felt myself on the verge of utter panic. Somehow, though, I got a grip.

“Ah, well, Janet…” I stammered. “Um, I just haven’t had a chance to, to visit with you much since you moved in, and, well, I thought I’d just wander over and say hello…” I knew perfectly well that I had other, far more serious reasons for being there. But I thought to myself that I really ought to chat with Janet first — feel her out a bit before getting confrontational.

Still smiling, Janet strode over to sit down beside me. “I’m so glad you did,” she said softly, her blue eyes burning into mine. “We’re neighbors, after all, and our daughters are such good friends. I’ve thought for a long time that you and I should get to know each other better.” With that, she casually placed her hand on my knee — and I barely kept myself from gasping.

Janet turned to Mary and sweetly said, “Honey, can you go to the kitchen and bring us a little something to nibble on?”

Mary nodded and, without a word, padded out of the room. A flash of sexual heat shot through me at the sight of the girl’s ass, jiggling through her all but see-through panties. Then I quickly turned back to Janet, hoping she hadn’t noticed me looking. A knowing smile was on her lips.

“Your Belinda is an adorable little girl,” she purred, “I just love having her around. I like for Mary to invite her friends over as often as possible, you know.” Her index finger began to brush against my thigh. “It’s always a pleasure, being in the presence of pretty young girls. They make the world a far nicer place. Know what I mean, Lucy?”

“Oh yes. I, uh, I always enjoy c-company,” I blurted, my heart throbbing. Jesus, what an idiotic thing to say.

Then I felt her hand sliding a little further up my thigh. I glanced down, then back up at her calm face. She gazed seductively at me, eyes radiating sex. Oh, my God…

“Of course, I don’t just love being with young girls. I also enjoy sexy women like you. Don’t you feel the same way?” she murmured, fanning her fingers out on my thigh.

“Well, yes — s-sometimes,” I murmured, fumbling for words. No mistaking the signals Janet was sending out — by now, it was pretty damned obvious what she was after.

She leaned closer, her warm lips nearly brushing my ear. “Have you ever made love to another woman, Lucy?” she whispered, her fingers creeping just under the hem of my dress.

Boy, was she moving fast. “Yes,” I timidly replied. I could feel my cheeks burning as the word left my lips.

“Mmmm, good… very good,” she said, transfixing me with her heated gaze. Her hand advanced, deftly slipping between my thighs until her finger was brushing the front of my black silk panties. I was so wet that I was sure Janet could smell it. Suddenly her hand moved beneath the skirt to cup my vulva, and I couldn’t help but sigh with pleasure.

I sensed movement to my left, and turned my head to see Janet’s daughter standing a few feet away, watching us intently. This time, I did gasp out loud. It was obvious that Mary was turned on by the sight of her mom touching me between the legs. The teen’s nipples could be clearly seen through her t-shirt, and — oh, my God — the front of her skimpy panties was visibly damp. I was trembling with excitement.

The remembered image of this beautiful young girl’s naked body from Belinda’s photos flashed through my mind. I couldn’t take my eyes off the moist streak on her panties, tracing the line of her slit. I knew she saw me staring, but couldn’t help myself.

Janet whispered into my ear, “I just love the taste of pussy. Don’t you? Especially when it’s the smooth, juicy pussy of a young girl.”

I nodded my head slowly in confirmation.

“And there’s nothing as lovely as the look on a girl’s face while you’re licking her slit, giving her that first orgasm. So beautiful,” she breathed, her hand deftly slipping into my panties to caress my dripping sex. I was unable to move, glued to the spot. A thousand lustful thoughts were racing through my mind as I melted into her hand.

“Your pussy is very wet, Lucy,” Janet teased, her tongue flicking at my ear. “You’re easily aroused. I like that.”

My legs fell open as her fingers wormed their way into the heat of my vagina. Mary stood there watching, transfixed by the sight of her mother’s hand in my panties.

All I could do was slump back in the love seat and allow my neighbor to take me. Once again, logic and reasoning had given way to raw lust, and I was quickly losing any sense of right and wrong. Not that I’d had a hell of a lot of that to lose…

“Look at my daughter, Lucy,” Janet cooed. “Isn’t she sexy?” Unable to speak, I quickly nodded. “Well, then, would you like to see her naked? Would you enjoy that?” She bit my earlobe, and a sharp buzz of pleasure flickered through my belly.

“Yes!” I gasped deliriously.

“Good. Mary, sweetheart — stand up and take your clothes off for Ms. Gable.”

Mary looked down at me with a shy but lustful stare and began to sway from side to side. Her hand crept up under her t-shirt to fondle herself for a brief moment, then lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to one side, exposing a lovely pair of breasts, succulent as new fruit.

“Doesn’t she have the loveliest titties you ever saw? She loves to have her nipples licked. You’d like to do that to her, Lucy — wouldn’t you?”

Mary was slowly turning around and around where she stood, easing down the waistband of her panties here and there, just enough to reveal quick glimpses of her nakedness — teasing her mother, teasing me. She was flashing bits of her downy pubes, the cleft of her buttocks and the glistening wetness of her rosy pudendum. Then she halted just a couple of feet away from me and, with one hand, began to stroke her slit through the gauzy material of her underpants. Her eyes caught mine, and she licked her lips so sensuously that I moaned out loud.

“Don’t play with us, honeybunch… take your panties off!” her mother said. “We want to see all of you.”

With that Mary tugged her knickers down to her feet, then stepped from them. Straightening, she posed proudly before us, exposing her beautiful cunt — a juicy pink slit, adorned with a soft triangle of golden pubes.

Janet turned to me, drew my face to hers and kissed me roughly. I couldn’t resist — my lips parted, and our tongues met in a hot, sexy tangle. Then she pulled back, flushed with excitement.

“Lucy, would you like my daughter to eat your pussy?” she whispered. “Right here, right now. She’s only fourteen, but she goes down like a porno star. Would you like that?”

There was no thought of my refusing my neighbor’s offer, not for an instant. I had to have this luscious nymph. I kissed Janet hungrily, letting my tongue dart in and out of her mouth, then drew back to whisper, “Yes.”

She looked up at her daughter and smiled. Mary giggled, then knelt between my legs. She rested her hands on my knees, slowly trailing the tips of her fingers up my thighs until they rested upon the waistband of my panties. Leaning forward, Mary closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply, savoring the thick aroma — a sight that made me dizzy with lust.

I raised my ass slightly, and she slid my underwear down and off. Mary then gently spread my legs apart, opening me up to her avid gaze.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. Show Ms. Gable all the things I taught you,” Janet cooed as she unbuttoned my blouse and threw it open, then made quick work of the bra, undoing the front clasp with a flick.

The beautiful young girl eagerly parted her lips as she burrowed between my thighs. I leaned back and watched in happy disbelief as she took her first taste of me, her tongue sliding into my pussy for a dizzying instant. Then she trailed her lips upward to place a light kiss upon my throbbing clit. It felt wonderful, and I placed my hands on her head, stroking her soft blond hair as she began to eat my pussy like a lover.

Janet’s lips sought mine, exploring my mouth in a sweet soul kiss. Our tongues mingled and danced, then she broke away to nuzzle a path down my neck and to my breasts. My breath hissed as she sucked my left nipple into her warm mouth. It was heaven, being pleasured by this mother/daughter couple… or at least a very enticing version of hell.

I was my old perverted self again, getting off to a fourteen-year-old girl licking my pussy. And the fact that her mother not only approved, but was joining in the fun and games — well, that made it even more exciting. Mary was eating me as voraciously she possibly could, licking and sucking my cunt like it was her first meal in days.

All of a sudden Janet gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose, whispered “I’ll be right back,” then left the room.

I don’t know for certain how long she was gone. Time meant nothing to me at that particular juncture. Mary kept taking me right up to the brink of orgasm without sending me over the edge, and it was getting me pretty crazy.

I heard Janet enter the room. A few seconds later, she spoke. “So, Lucy… is my daughter everything I said she’d be?”

I answered her with a moan, “Ohhhh… oh God, yes…”

“Hmmm. I guess, then, that you’d agree that it’s a good idea to train young girls in the art of pleasuring a woman,” she murmured. “Wouldn’t you?”

There was an odd note in Janet’s voice when she said that. Puzzled, I opened my eyes. My heart nearly stopped at what I saw.

There, sitting on Janet’s lap, leaning back against her breasts, was my daughter Belinda, in a tank top and panties! She was enfolded in Janet’s arms, staring intently at Mary as the voracious teen continued to eat me. Janet wore a devilish smile as she caressed my child, running her hands up and down Belinda’s bare legs.

I tried to stand up, but Mary held me in place, her mouth still working on my cunt, licking me harder. I sank back into the sofa, her wonderful tongue melting me back into my original position. I moaned in disbelief. Just like in my younger days, sex was standing squarely between me and morality.

Janet was kissing up and down Belinda’s neck, pausing once to slip her tongue into my baby girl’s ear. I watched as her hand wandered between my daughter’s open legs, fondling her pussy through the pink cotton underpants she wore.

“I hope that you don’t mind me taking your little girl under my wing,” she said, casually slipping a hand into Belinda’s panties.

I gaped in disbelief at my child, watching her sigh happily as Janet’s fingers found her slit. Her face was positively blissful as she squirmed in her older lover’s lap, letting Janet have her as she liked.

My horror diminished somewhat as I saw how happy Belinda was. At least she wasn’t being forced to do these things…

Forced? Yeah, right. In fact, my twelve-year-old was in ecstasy, nuzzling Janet’s neck as the woman’s hand moved about inside those plain cotton panties, expertly masturbating her.

“Your little girl loves to be touched, Lucy,” Janet happily sighed. “She even likes it when I put a finger into her cute little bottom. Don’t you, sweetheart?” she murmured into Belinda’s ear.

Belinda’s eyes met mine — and she nodded in agreement, sighing, “I do, Mommy. I love it when Aunt Janet touches me.”

“I’ve been teaching her everything about how to please a woman, you know… and she’s a perfect little student. Last night she went down on me and Mary both. Mmmm… what a hot little lover she’s become.” With that, Janet tilted Belinda’s face up to hers and gave my daughter a ravenous kiss. This was such a shock to see — this voluptuous, full breasted woman Frenching my twelve-year-old child, all the while rhythmically fingering Belinda’s slit.

As my little girl and her grownup lover made out in front of me, Mary’s hot mouth continued to do wondrous things to my pussy. And all I could do was lie back and take in the show.

I felt lightheaded, incredulous, musing on all these years that I’d restrained my slutty nature, striving to set a good example for my youngest daughter. Now I’d discovered that Belinda was deep into lesbian sex action that would have had me fleeing in terror when I was her age. Perverse as it seems, I actually felt a tiny surge of pride.

Janet began to roll Belinda’s panties down her thighs, while my little girl began to clumsily unbutton Janet’s top. They tenderly undressed one another, slipping out of their clothes until both were naked. Then Belinda was straddling the older woman’s leg, fondling her breasts. I watched my child grind herself against Janet’s thigh — head thrown back, mouth open.

Eyes glazed with pleasure, Janet reached around my daughter to cup her childlike buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart. Her eyes met mine as she took a finger, wet from Belinda’s pussy, and slid it deep into her asshole. Belinda moaned into Janet’s mouth — not a moan of discomfort, either, but of purest rapture.

Janet broke from their kiss, and with Belinda’s gasping lips only an inch from her own, she whispered, “Oh, Belinda… you’re my sweet little lover. Aren’t you?”

Belinda shivered with excitement as she answered, “Yes, Aunt Janet… yes, I am.”

“Tell your mommy what you did last night with Mary and me, what you did to us. Tell her!”

Belinda looked over at me, blushing prettily. “I… I did all kinds of stuff, Mommy. I licked their pussies, both of them. And Mary’s bottom hole, too. Then Aunt Janet, she had me put my whole hand inside her. It was so much fun!”

Hearing those lewd words from a twelve-year-old nymphet would be enough to get me hot. But when they came from a girl of twelve who also happened to be my daughter — well, it transformed my pussy into a roaring furnace.

Belinda turned back to Janet, and the two lovers exchanged a brief but torrid kiss, tongues mingling for a few seconds. Janet drew away, caressing my daughter’s cheek. “Now, little one… show your mommy how much you love to lick me.”

Belinda grinned with delight as she slid down from Janet’s thigh and turned to kneel between her legs. Janet scooted her ass up to the edge of the couch, then spread her legs as wide apart as she could. Staring down at my daughter, she slowly trailed a finger through her sticky folds. “Eat my pussy, baby… it’s waiting for you,” she growled, bringing that wet finger to her lips to taste.

My little girl was fixated on Janet’s vulva, so lewdly displayed before her. It was completely shaved, and made me think of a juicy pink mouth.

Drawn like a bee to clover, Belinda leaned in and began to delicately lick at her older lover’s bare slit. Then she fastened her mouth to the opening, kissing and sucking at the same time.

I couldn’t believe how aroused I became as I watched my youngest daughter pleasuring this beautiful woman — so wicked, yet so incredibly erotic! I could see Belinda’s lips grow wet and sticky as she went down on her friend’s mother, dutifully gazing up at Janet all the while.

My twelve-year-old daughter had become an adult woman’s sex toy, and was demonstrating her talents right before my eyes. It was also clear to me, when I saw her eyes dart over in my direction, just how much of Belinda’s excitement came from knowing I was watching her.

Taking note of how intently I observed their love play, Janet bent to whisper something to my daughter. Then, she and Belinda rose to their feet.

Padding over to the couch where I sat, Janet stood before me, arms folded over her breasts. “So, Lucy… do you like watching your little girl make love to me?”

“Ohhhh, yes,” was all I could managed to get out. Mary was still nuzzling my vulva, teasing the sensitive pink flesh with little flicks of her tongue.

Janet continued, a wicked gleam in her eye. “How about her and Mary trading places? Then you can find out for yourself what a hot little mouth Belinda has.” She glanced down at her daughter. “What do you think, hon? Shall we give Belinda a chance to pleasure her mother?”

I’m sure I had an apprehensive look on my face at that little suggestion, but Janet laughed. “Don’t worry, she wants to. We’ve already talked about it. After Melody came by and told us about what you two did together last night, Belinda hasn’t stopped talking about how much she wants to be with you that way.” She shook her head admiringly. “You are one lucky woman, Lucy.”

Of course. I should have known. Melody and I hadn’t done much talking last night after she seduced me in the back yard, so I’d never gotten around to asking her what she’d been doing there in the first place — but now, everything made sense. She was a part of this, too. And now I was about to be brought into the fold.

I stared into my little girl’s smiling face, stunned by the adoration I saw there. I’d always known that Belinda loved me — and now I realized that she desired me sexually as well.

Could I actually do this — allow my twelve-year-old daughter to fuck me? I’d already committed incest with Melody, but at least she was of age. Sex with Belinda would add pedophilia to my lengthy list of broken taboos. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to descend this far into the abyss of perversion.

On the other hand, who was I trying to fool? If I’d really wanted to save Belinda from this twisted mother/daughter duo, I’d have phoned Janet and told her to stay the hell away from my little girl. Instead, I’d put on a sexy skirt and walked right into the lion’s den. Why? Because I wanted in on this hot lesbian action.

I’d been good for much too long — and sex with Melody last night had been like coming home after years in the wilderness. Now, it was time for Mommy to go completely fucking wild.

Continue on to Part Three

By JetBoy

I downed a warm slug of my Bloody Mary, wandered over to the stereo and turned up the music. The sweet soul groove of Al Green filled the room, and I just stared into space, sighing heavily. There I was: a sexy single woman, alone on Saturday night with nothing to do.

I’m Lucy Gable, a 39-year-old mother of two, and my entire life was about to be turned upside down.

And yeah, this is how it all began — me pottering around the living room in sexy panties and a camisole, sipping a drink, hungry for something more. Something like a few good rounds of wild-ass fucking with some willing partner, hard and intense enough to break the bed frame.

So why, you ask, wasn’t I out on the town, trolling for action? Well, it’s not as if I couldn’t have scored a bedmate, believe you me. I was still a very desirable woman — blessed with a great body that I have diligently cared for through the years, and a real talent for giving pleasure. I’ve always loved sex, ever since losing my virginity at fifteen, and have seldom had a problem finding a willing guy or gal to fulfill my needs. I was bisexual, with a strong preference for women, and there was a time when I had a steady stream of lovers to keep me warm.

But for the last few years, I managed to clean up my act and be a respectable mother to my youngest daughter Belinda. On most weekend nights I just watched television, then ended up going to bed and masturbating myself to sleep.

The main reason I worked so hard to create a wholesome atmosphere for Belinda, who had just turned twelve at the time my story begins, is because I’d screwed up so badly with my older daughter Melody — who, by the way, had moved out by that time. She left two weeks after her seventeenth birthday, taking her things across town to shack up with a lesbian girlfriend.

It was inevitable that she was going to flee the nest, I suppose. Melody saw me as nothing more than an enormous hypocrite — always getting after her for the way she dressed and behaved. See, she remembered how I was in those days when Belinda was just a baby. Back then, it wasn’t unusual for her to peek into the living room late at night and find me on the floor with my dress hiked up around my waist, riding the cock of some guy she’d never seen before — or naked and entangled in a juicy sixty-nine on the sofa with another woman.

My husband Ed had walked out on me when I was pregnant with Belinda, though I guess I couldn’t blame him for that. He’d already caught me cheating on him three times, twice with women, once with a man — and when he came home early one afternoon from the used car lot where he worked to find me in bed with my gal pal Cheryl, her face buried between my thighs while she fondled my hugely swollen belly… well that, as they say, was the last straw. Only I didn’t know it just then.

Two weeks later, when I got home from the hospital with my newborn girl, mad as a hornet and wanting to know where my goddamn husband had sneaked away to after dropping me off at the maternity ward, I got a big surprise: turns out that while I was giving birth to Belinda, he’d raced right back to the house, packed all his things and fucked off to parts unknown. Didn’t even leave a note.

I’ve never seen him since — and frankly, could care less. Really, Ed’s departure was the best stroke of luck I’d had in ages. At that point in our marriage, he’d become a complete waste of space, in bed or out.

For years after that, I was a woman on a sexual rampage, going to bed with whoever I wanted. Mostly women, but there were a few guys now and again. Problem was, I was setting a lousy example for Melody, who was getting pretty wild herself before she hit twelve. Eventually I realized that I needed to straighten up and fly right before Belinda began to follow her big sister’s example. Oh, I still dated now and then, but for the most part I forced myself into the role of a respectable suburban mother. I was the square peg, crammed into a round hole.

It was never an easy thing, of course. I longed for the crazy hedonistic times when I was a sex freak and proud of it. Like that night at the bar when, in the mood for a kinky dare, I slipped under our table and went down on all three of the ladies who were with me, then tongue-kissed a fourth girlfriend when she arrived a couple of minutes later to give her a taste of what she’d missed. Or that time when these two bisexual cops I used to hang out with fucked me at the same time — one in front, one from behind — then sixty-nined each other while I watched, their cocks still moist from my cunt and asshole.

Those were the kind of shenanigans I’d forced myself to leave behind, and it had been one hell of a struggle. You see, perverted sex wasn’t something I could simply dip into now and again, like making a box of candy last for an entire month. No, when it came to the kinky shit, I was more like the glutton you’d find sprawled on the floor an hour after opening the box, surrounded by wrappers, face smeared with chocolate. I couldn’t be my old, wanton self in half measures — so I had to give it up completely, settling for a taste of vanilla sex every now and then to keep me from going completely nuts.

Trouble was, Melody clearly recognized the slut that still lurked inside me, and she never believed my change in lifestyle, not for a minute. Oh, she knew I wasn’t indulging in the same crazed sex play as before — but she knew how badly I hungered for it, and that only made me seem ridiculous in her eyes. Hell, she knew all the twisted things that got me hot just from snooping through my porno collection, which I could never safely hide from her, no matter how I tried.

As Melody came into her mid-teen years, she became more and more defiant. She made it a point to dress and carry herself in as wanton a manner as possible. Her skirts got briefer, her shorts grew shorter and she picked up a habit of going without underwear as often as not.

Then there was the increasingly lewd behavior Melody was engaging in around the house, seldom wearing more than skimpy panties and a t-shirt, often less. She seemed to get a kick out of practically putting her pussy on display, even with Belinda in the room.

Her actions disturbed me. Not so much because she was being so lewd, or that she was doing it in front of her little sister, but because I found myself so damn excited by her behavior. She reminded me of myself at her age, only she was even sexier than I’d been. I could hardly tear my eyes away from the sight of her cunt when she exposed it. Melody’s slutty attitude had my nerves jangling like a drag queen’s wrists, and she played that for everything she was worth. Sometimes, she’d even go as far as to casually stroke her clit in front of me.

The girls she’d begun to hang out with all seemed to dressed and behave just like she did. Some of her girlfriends were her age, others were older. Whether they were young teens or in their mid-twenties, they all had that certain something that drove straight males of all ages crazy with lust, not to mention lust-besotted bisexual women like me. I was already struggling to be good, and the sight of Melody’s cohorts didn’t help matters.

It was on the first night of summer vacation that I hesitantly let Melody go out with a couple of her older girlfriends, thinking that they seemed more responsible than most of the girls she hung with. I managed to steal a moment with one of them, a cocktail waitress named Karlie, and asked her to keep an eye on my daughter. She just smiled and murmured. “No problem, Ms. G. I’ll take good care of her.”

As I heard the car pulling out of the driveway, I released a deep, shaky breath. Relax, Lucy. She’ll be okay.

Christ almighty, was I wrong. When my daughter finally came stumbling in at four-thirty in the morning, I’d been dozing fitfully on the couch in my bathrobe, waiting for her. When I heard the key scrape against the hole, then turn clumsily in the door, I stood and waited, arms folded and jaw on edge as she shambled inside.

Melody looked as if she’d been through a monsoon. Her hair was awry, lipstick smeared and her fishnet stockings were a ruin. My heart sank at the sight of her. Then as she drew closer, I realized to my horror that her dress was on inside out.

When her eyes lit upon me, Melody seemed not to know who I was — or was she messing with me? I couldn’t tell.

“Hey, babe… y’wanna fuck?” she slurred as she drew closer.

I stared in disbelief, rooted to the spot as she placed a hand behind my head and brought my face to hers, kissing me hard on the mouth. Her tongue forced its way between my lips.

I was too stunned to respond at first — and that gave Melody the opportunity to tug my robe open with her free hand, which quickly found its way into my panties. She wriggled a finger into me, and I gasped as I recognized the familiar smell and taste of pussy on her lips.

It was as if my daughter knew exactly which buttons to push to get me hot. Her skillful fingers, her slutty demeanor, the sticky essence of cunt that coated her mouth — in seconds I was so wet that I could hear Melody’s fingers squishing as she masturbated me.

Somehow, though, I found the inner strength to shove her away.

Melody lost her balance, falling backwards and landing with a dull thud on the carpet. She lay there, her dress up, legs spread wide. No panties… golly gee, what a surprise. Even in the dim light, I could see that her shaved pussy was wet.

She blinked, collecting herself, then leered at me. “Oh, so you like to play rough, do you?” she purred. “Well, it’s your lucky night, Mom, cause I want it rough.”

An icy tendril of fear touched my heart. No, God damn it… she can’t be doing this to me. Anything but this!

Melody struggled up on all fours, thrusting her ass toward me, pausing to flip up her skirt. “Go ahead! Spank me! Do it hard, too… cause I’ve been a baaad girl, Mommy.” She reached back, grasped her left buttock and twisted it to one side, revealing the rosebud of her anus.

Staring down at her gorgeous, upturned bottom, I stood motionless, a storm rising beneath my belly.

“Actually, y’know what I’d really like, Mommy? If you played with my butthole,” she cooed, easing a fingertip into her rectum. “You’re waaay into that, right?”

My God, I could smell how aroused she was — and I could also feel my own cunt, pulsating like a heart between my legs.

Fucking tease, I thought. If she weren’t my daughter, I’d… I’d… 

I wanted to slap the shit out of that ass of hers. My body seethed with anger and frustrated lust as I stood behind Melody, drinking in every second of her lewd display, hating and adoring her in equal measure.

Suddenly I realized that, without intending to, I’d allowed my fingers to drift between my thighs, tracing my clit through the front of the gauzy panties I wore.

When Melody saw me masturbating, she laughed gleefully. “Mmmm, yes, sexy Mommy,” she whispered in a little girl’s voice. “Touch yourself… touch me.” Her voice grew shaky as she probed her rectum even deeper. “B-baby needs Mommy to, ooooh, to t-tickle her pussy…”

How did she know me so well, know the things that drove my desire, made my pussy drip? No doubt about it, Melody was every inch her mother’s daughter — and right then, my wicked little girl was playing me like a cheap fiddle.

I was struck then by the realization that, from the moment Melody had entered the house, I’d not said a single word. Like she’d stolen my power of speech, left me unable to do anything more than dance to her tune.

It’s too much, damn it. She’s practically an adult, she knows what she wants — and what she wants is her mother. Have I got to say no? 

Every atom of me was on fire, nothing made sense. I was on the verge of giving into complete madness and reaching out for my daughter when I heard a second voice behind me say, “Mommy?”

It was Belinda! My throbbing heart skipped in mid-beat, and I was savagely yanked back into the real world.

I quickly jerked my hand away from my crotch as if it was red hot, then slowly turned to face my little girl, trying to conceal the emotions that were thundering through me. There Belinda stood in her Smurfs nightie, head tilted to one side as she gazed up at us, a puzzled look on her face.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Backing away from Melody, I managed to stammer out some kind of a response, “Oh, uh, it’s n-nothing, sweetheart. Your sister’s not feeling well, that’s all. You — you need to go to bed, it’s late.”

Knowing I wasn’t going to be able to get Melody decent right then, I swiftly shooed Belinda back into her room. Of course, she began hitting me with a barrage of questions — and I didn’t have a single answer for her. I simply told her to get in bed and stay in there until morning, or else.

When I crept back into the living room, Melody was lying dazed in the middle of the floor, fondling her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I moved to where she lay.

“Come on, honey,” I murmured, trying to sound much calmer than I actually was. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Somehow, I managed to help Melody up and guide her down the hall to her room on shaky legs.

When I sat her on the bed she grabbed the sides of her dress, yanked it off and tossed it to the floor, then lay down completely naked.

Melody stared up at me lustfully, her thighs parted. She winked, slipping a hand between her legs. I gaped as she began to stroke her vulva, her eyes burning into mine.

“Mommyyyyy… I’m all hot an’ bo-thered,” she purred as she touched herself, gazing up at me suggestively. “Come play with me.”

I was captivated by my 16-year-old daughter’s raw sexuality. She was one delicious looking girl, lying there in front of me and fondling her cunt. I couldn’t fault anyone for wanting her right then, even myself — but I had to resist, damn it!

I closed my eyes, shook my head in an attempt to stabilize myself, mumbled, “Go to sleep, it’s late,” then practically ran from her room.

Once safely behind my locked door, I masturbated myself into three soul-wrenching orgasms within five minutes, finally passing out in the sweat-dampened bedsheets.

*****

After that night, things were very different between me and Melody. Before, when she flashed her cunt at me or touched herself while I was in the room, it was to get me flustered; to mock what she saw as my hypocrisy. Now my daughter knew that I lusted after her — and she took full advantage of that knowledge, using every slutty trick at her disposal to make me hot.

She kept flirting with me, trying to get me into bed with her. I barely managed to keep it from happening, even though we both knew that, deep down inside, I wanted it. She might have worn down my resistance, too, in the end. Instead, she moved out to shack up with one of the older girls in her clique.

I was relieved — but also, in spite of myself, a bit disappointed. Even though I’d never let Melody have her way with me, I still longed for my oldest girl, to the point of giving her a central role in my masturbation fantasies.

In the following months I grew obsessed with certain kinds of kinky porn. First it was stories and film clips of lesbian incest, then any erotica I could lay my hands on that dealt with sex between grown women and young girls. It was a revelation. Never before had I fingered my cunt harder or more frequently, just to keep myself halfway sane — but it was never quite enough to slake my perverted hunger.

Somehow, though, I still managed to stick to the straight and narrow despite the growling of the she-beast inside me, doing my best to ensure that Belinda wouldn’t turn out as unrestrained as her big sister.

Which brings me back to where I was at the beginning of this story, six months after Melody left — slightly tipsy, horny as a she-goat and traipsing around the house in panties and silk camisole.

Belinda was spending the night with her best friend Mary, who lived next door. She and her mother Janet had moved here the previous summer from Topeka. Mary is a sweet kid, always respectful and polite — the kind of girl I’d always wished Melody would choose for a friend. She and Belinda were practically joined at the hip, even though at fourteen, Mary was nearly three years older.

I wandered around the house, idly wondering if I should put on a porno DVD and get myself off. Or should I save it for later, some kind of reward for making it through the day?

That decision was interrupted by a sudden dose of motherly reality when I glanced into Belinda’s room and caught a glimpse of how messy it was. With an exasperated sigh, I began to pick up the clothes that were scattered carelessly about on the floor, draped over the back of her desk chair, hanging from the knob of her closet door, peeping from under the bed.

When I opened a dresser drawer to put away a couple of t-shirts I’d washed for her the day before, I caught a glimpse of something tucked beneath her folded clothes. Reaching in, I pulled out a thin stack of Polaroid pictures.

I glanced at the first photo, then gasped in complete shock.

The picture was a close-up of a naked young girl, face down on a bed with her ass up. The girl’s hair was bright green, obviously a wig. The next two snaps were close-ups of the girl’s bottom, but in these another female hand was touching her baby-smooth slit. I noticed the wetness that glistened on the lips of her pussy — she was obviously very excited.

When I saw the fourth picture, I nearly screamed.

Sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, with the green-haired girl’s face buried in her crotch… was Mary, the girl next door!

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure as she held the other girl’s face between her slender legs. She was totally naked except for a black leather collar. The other girl’s ass was high in the air, the photo clearly revealing her hairless cunt and anus.

In the last picture, another woman was partially in the frame. Her leg was propped up on the bed beside Mary’s head, and Mary was running her hand up the leg and staring hungrily at the woman’s lush pubic triangle. This third person looked to be an older female — definitely not a teenager.

I stared at those last two pictures and began to feel myself getting wet. Almost without thinking, I slipped a hand into my panties to explore the heat building in my throbbing vulva. I stared in amazement at the lustful expression on Mary’s face as she gazed up at the woman’s cunt. I saw myself standing over her like that, this cute teen ogling my pussy with a ‘let me taste you’ look in her eyes. I began to lightly brush my clitoris as I became engrossed in this fantasy.

But then nagging curiosity reared its head, interrupting my fingers in mid-stroke. Where had these photos been taken — and what on earth was Belinda doing with them?

I’d never been in the bedrooms of Mary’s house before, but I wondered if these were taken there. Surely not, I thought. They had only lived next door for a few months, and I was still getting to know them, but Janet seemed like such a nice, normal mother — certainly nowhere near as unruly as I’d been.

She wouldn’t allow something like this to go on inside her own home. After all, Belinda has spent the night with Mary before…

Then it hit me.

My god, NO! I thought as I pored through the photos again, examining the back and bottom of the girl who was eating Mary’s pussy. Could it… could that be Belinda between her legs? 

I stared carefully at the image, unable to tell for sure. It had been a couple of years since I’d glimpsed my daughter naked, and I’d certainly never seen her ass displayed in such a lewd fashion. But the girl’s body was exactly her size.

Head spinning, I stuffed the pictures back into Belinda’s drawer, then numbly headed down the hall and out the back door of the house. I stood in the yard, breathing deeply of the evening air, trying to still my racing heart.

It was a warm summer night, and the only sounds to be heard were crickets and a faint sound of cars in the distance. I stood there in panties and camisole, staring over at the lights of my neighbor’s house. What should I do? I asked myself. I drifted over to the fence that separated our two backyards, lost in thought.

I grabbed the arm of one of our lawn chairs and dragged it to the fence, then climbed up to stand on it and peer over. I had a direct view into Janet’s living room through a set of large glass patio doors. All I could see was a long brown couch with a potted ficus plant at one end. No one seemed to be around.

Suddenly I saw Janet as she sauntered into the living room. I was stunned to see her dressed in nothing but a bra and high heels, completely nude from the waist down.

She paused in front of the glass, unaware of being observed, looking back at an area of the room that was obscured from my view. She stood in a rather seductive pose, smiling, clearly enjoying what she saw.

Janet had a lovely body — and despite my concerns, I couldn’t help but be aroused by the sight of her. Especially when she began to dance in a very sexy way, moving to some music I could sense more than hear. Her lewdness made my pussy throb. Unable to help myself, I slid a hand into my panties and began to stroke my clitoris again.

Janet unfastened and removed her bra, tossing it carelessly to one side, then brought a hand up to her beautiful breasts, caressing them, gliding a palm over her nipples. Then she snaked that hand down to plunge between her thighs, fingers curving into her dark blonde pubes. As she stroked her pussy she moved backwards a few steps, then flopped down on the couch, spreading her legs wide apart as she continued to masturbate. Jesus, she was sexy. But where the fuck was Belinda?

As she fondled her cunt, Janet’s gaze held fast to the side of the room I couldn’t see. She was obviously getting off on whatever she was watching — a porno film, perhaps?

The buzzing of crickets was now accompanied by the sound of my fingers, squishing wetly between my thighs.

Suddenly I froze, a chill racing down my spine as I sensed the presence of another person behind me.

I was rooted to the spot, belly clenched in terror. My mind sized up the situation in a split second: there I was, perched on a lawn chair in skimpy underwear, a hand stuffed in my panties, masturbating as I spied on my next door neighbor. Oh God oh God oh God…

I had no idea what to expect at that moment — even then, what happened next caught me completely by surprise.

A pair of hands reached for and grasped the waistband of my panties, then slowly drew them down until they ringed my ankles. I bit my lip, choking down an insane impulse to scream — then I gasped aloud when I felt those hands, clearly those of another woman, fondling my ass.

I slowly began to turn my head, desperate to take a quick look behind me. As if reading my mind, the feminine intruder hissed, “Be still.” Heart smashing against my ribcage, I meekly obeyed.

Well, at least it’s not the cops, I told myself as those soft hands caressed my bottom. I was still staring over the fence as Janet rose from the couch, padded over to the patio doors and drew the blinds shut. The show was over, but not on my side of the fence. There was a woman behind me, and now I felt her hands spreading my buttocks open.

My fear was quickly melting away, overtaken by the thrill of being seduced by a stranger. I waited, body taut as a bass string in anticipation of what this unexpected visitor had planned for me.

Then, this wonderfully warm, wet tongue slowly licked up through my wet cunt and between my cheeks. As I trembled with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief, her tongue began to concentrate on my asshole, trailing down from time to time to tease my pulsing slit. It was clear that this woman was highly skilled in the art of oral play.

I moaned as the woman’s tongue forced its way into my rectum, her fingers seeking and finding my clitoris. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came on her first entry. I eagerly pushed my ass back into her face for more, tightly gripping the top of the fence.

She continued to lick my ass as I rode out my orgasm, those lovely fingers keeping it going, drawing out the pleasure until I saw stars. I found myself resting my forehead against the fence, breathing heavily.

The woman drew away, then took my hand. Without a word she guided me down from my perch atop the deck chair. The porch light was switched off, and I could only detect our outlined shapes in the sparse moonlight, but that was enough for me to see my mystery partner as she lay down on the chair, tugging her skirt up to her waist, the triangle of her pubes barely visible. She spread her legs wide, waiting for me.

I looked down on her, licking my lips. There’s nothing on God’s green earth that’s better than the taste of a juicy cunt — and it had been a long while since I’d savored that thick, earthy nectar that got me higher than any wine.

Carefully straddling her face, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, pausing first to inhale deeply, savoring the musky aroma. She was dripping wet and highly aroused. Wasting no more time, I planted my mouth on her heat-swollen sex for a deep, probing kiss. The woman immediately responded, burrowing her face between my thighs.

Oh, she was a firecracker. Her fingers found my anus and entered, working their way in and out, my new lover going backdoor style on my ass while she ate me. I happily returned the favor, crooking a finger into my mystery lover’s rectum as I went down on her.

She moaned into my cunt, then began nibbling at my inflamed clit. I exploded in a blinding orgasm within seconds. And from the way my new friend squirmed and bucked beneath me, her breath hot and fierce against my inner thighs, I could tell that she was climaxing quite nicely herself.

I gently kissed her clit, then twisted myself around on top of the woman and kissed her belly, making my way up to her succulent breasts. I nuzzled them, licking each nipple in turn. As my mouth wandered up her neck, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her own, kissing me hungrily. My tongue tangled crazily with hers. Finally, our lips gently parted.

My mysterious lover spoke. “Hi, Mom.”

I almost died. It was Melody! My own seventeen-year-old daughter!

I tried to pull away, but she clutched me tightly, drawing my face to hers once more. As her mouth met mine, she forced her tongue between my lips, feeding me the taste of my cunt.

I fought the kiss for a few seconds, but that old familiar desire for Melody was too much to resist. Too much…

I began to respond, my tongue flashing to life in her eager mouth. We made out for a long time, her body grinding exquisitely against mine, our mouths crushed together.

Finally we lay hugging, out of breath, our partially clothed bodies lovingly entwined. As I nuzzled Melody’s neck, I wondered how I had resisted her for so long. Her hands slid down my back to caress my ass, and I realized that, even after enjoying two orgasms in the last ten minutes, this perverse desire for my daughter was swiftly renewing itself. Jesus, I already wanted to fuck her again.

I extracted myself from Melody’s arms and shakily stood, pulling her up with me. “Come on,” I whispered, and we quickly crossed the backyard and entered the house.

As the back door closed, Melody pushed me against the wall, claiming my mouth with hers. I whimpered as her hungry lips moved against mine, her tongue fucking in and out of my eager mouth. My daughter’s crotch ground against me, making my head spin.

I escaped from her arms just long enough to frantically tear off my camisole. Kicking her sandals to one side, Melody smiled wickedly and dropped her skirt, stepping out of it as she stripped off her open blouse, tossing it away. Now both naked, we stared at one another for a long moment. Her eyes smoldered with raw, animal desire, her cheeks flushed, hair mussed. God, she’d never seemed so beautiful.

Our bodies came together in a frenzied embrace. Even after what we’d already done, I was seething with lust!

We kissed passionately, then Melody stepped back and lay down on the carpet, thighs spread wide. She looked at me, licking her lips lustfully, then flicked her tongue. “C’mere,” she breathed.

It felt so depraved, but I couldn’t resist what she was offering me. Once again I raised my leg over her head and squatted down above her face, lowering my vulva to Melody’s waiting mouth.

“God, Mom,” she whispered, “I love you, love your pussy so much. I’ve wanted this for ages…” Her tongue slowly licked my slit from the bottom to the top.

I began grinding my wet cunt into Melody’s face, gasping, “Oh, honey — I love you too!” I smeared my juices from her nose to her chin, then back up again. Her tongue flicked at my clit in passing. My hand blindly found its way between Melody’s thighs, and I shoved two fingers into her.

I was rocking atop her face, my breath hissing through clenched teeth while I fucked Melody hard and fast. I still couldn’t believe I was finally realizing my most forbidden fantasy — incest with my oldest daughter!

The very thought of it was enough to set me off all over again. I exploded, clenching and unclenching like some enormous hand as jolts of pleasure ripped through my body.

I don’t know how long it lasted. All I can say is that when I came back down to earth, Melody and I kissed and snuggled for a few minutes, our heated, sweat-glazed bodies nestled tightly together. Then we began making love all over again.

We were insatiable. The hunger and desire I felt for my sexy daughter seemed to consume me whole. We never even took the time to move to a bed, or even the couch — we just fucked right there on the carpet. Finally I dozed off, utterly spent.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

Ain’t nothing going on now
But the rent
A whole lotta bills and my money’s spent…
— James Brown

My name is Sue Bedford. I’m 35 years old and live in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I own several houses that I rent out. They were built fast and on the cheap in the eighties, during a real estate boom that was practically over before it began. The property got tied up in litigation for several years, and got put on the market when no one was buying.

I secured a loan from the bank, my parents fronted me the rest — and just like that, I was the owner of five homes in a newly-developed neighborhood that never quite got finished, part of what used to be the industrial side of town before all the factory work got shipped to Asia. I quit my paper-shuffling job, which I’d always hated, and advertised for tenants.

Within a few weeks, all of my houses were occupied. Pleasure palaces they’re not — none of them are air-conditioned, for one thing, and the wiring was done in a fairly slipshod way — but I set the rent fairly low to compensate. I’d spent a big part of my younger days in Daddy’s workshop where he’d taught me how to use all his tools, so I was able to do most of the repairs myself.

It’s a good living, but every now and then I’ve had to deal with deadbeats who use all kinds of angles to scam me on the rent. I’m a pleasant enough gal and understand that sometimes, folks will have trouble making ends meet, but I won’t hesitate to kick out anyone who tries to take advantage of my good nature.

On this one particular day, a hot, humid July afternoon, I was on the way to one of my houses to collect back rent from one of my problem tenants. Jill was a twentyish single mom of a ten-year-old girl named Tammy. She worked two jobs to make ends meet, but couldn’t manage her money worth a damn. This was the fourth time in a year that she’d been over a week late with the rent — and it was only August!

I felt sorry for Jill, but she always had some excuse as to why she couldn’t come up with the rent right then. My car’s in the shop, I had to get Tammy new shoes for school, I got a dentist bill, missed a couple days at work, come back in a week and I’ll have it, I swear.

I was tired of her nonsense, and armed with an eviction notice. It was pay-up-or-get-out time for Jill, and I wasn’t about to accept any more empty promises.

Normally I would have called first — but sometimes when I did that with Jill, she had a way of making herself scarce before I got there. This time I’d chosen to drop in without a heads-up, determined that she wouldn’t be pulling her little evasive maneuver that day.

As I approached the house, I was satisfied to see her car out front. So far, so good. Parking my truck, I pushed past the gate of the white picket fence, strolled up to the open front door and knocked on the screen. That time of year, folks who relied on electric fans to cool their homes would leave the doors and windows open during the day, using screened doors and windows to keep bugs out.

No one answered. The TV was on — some afternoon talk show turned up loud. I rapped again, harder this time. Still no response.

“Hello… anybody here?” I called through the screen door while knocking once more. Was Jill ignoring me, or simply hiding? Whichever it was, she wouldn’t wriggle off the hook so easily.

I tried the handle on the screen door and it opened. “Hello?” I called out again as I entered the house. Still no answer. “Jill?”

I began to feel a bit apprehensive. This wasn’t the worst neighborhood in town, but it wasn’t the best, either. Some of the meth users from around these parts are crazier than a bag of snakes, capable of doing anything to get their dope money.

Craning my head around the entryway to the kitchen, I looked in — no one there. I went over to the back door, which was also open, and glanced through the screen, thinking that Jill might be in the yard. She wasn’t. I went back into the living room.

On the television, the talk-show host was saying, “You claim to be ab-so-lute-ly certain that this baby is yours, Mitch, and that Crystal was faithful while you were in Afghanistan. Well, I have the paternity test results right here.” He brandished an envelope.

“Shut the fuck up,” I muttered, moving toward the stairs that led to the second floor. For no reason I could have put into words, my nerves were jangling. Something wasn’t right.

Cautiously reaching the top of the steps, I crept to the first doorway and took a quick peek inside. It was a mess — clothes and toys strewn carelessly about, bed unmade, a young girl’s things covering every flat surface in sight. The room obviously belonged to Jill’s daughter Tammy. No sign of the girl, though — or her mother.

I checked the bathroom across the way… empty. Retracing my steps, I went past the stairs toward the other bedroom. The door was almost closed, but not quite. Drawing near, I listened without looking inside. There was the whir of a fan running and strangely muffled human sounds.

Not knowing what to think, I nudged the door open — and that’s when I got the shock of my life.

There lying completely naked on the bed, legs spread wide, was ten-year-old Tammy, her wrists bound to the headboard with pantyhose. Sprawled between the child’s thighs, mouth covering her daughter’s bare slit, was Tammy’s mother Jill.

I could only stand, frozen to the spot, staring in complete disbelief. Jill was eagerly going down on her little girl while Tammy writhed and moaned on the bed, eyes closed, tugging at the nylon ties that bound her.

At first, I thought that Tammy was an unwilling prisoner, tied to the bed and forced to suffer Jill’s oral molestation. Thankfully, I paused long enough to realize that this child was anything but reluctant.

“Oh, Mama,” she whimpered. “Feels so good, so good… lick me more!”

Don’t get me wrong, I have no objection to lesbian sex. In fact, I’m gay myself. Actually, I knew that Jill was at least bisexual, because I’d seen her a time or two in the local dyke bar. But watching her eat her underage daughter’s pussy — well, that was a whole new kind of wild.

Tammy was a gorgeous little girl who looked amazing naked. She was tall for her age, more willowy than thin, with long blonde hair that spilled like sunlight onto the pillow — though a few strands were glued to her damp face and shoulders. Her chest was perfectly flat, adorned with raspberry nipples.

Jill’s head mostly obscured her daughter’s sex, though I caught the occasional glimpse of Tammy’s rosy slit as Jill pleasured the child with steady swipes of the tongue. I found myself longing for the woman to raise her head, to move just long enough to give me a real look at what her little girl had.

It was then that Tammy’s eyes fluttered open. Seeing me standing there, she gasped in horror.

Jill immediately sat up and spun around to gape at me, her mouth and chin wet from her daughter’s sex. Time seemed to go motionless for an endless instant, then she exploded.

“You fuckin’ bitch!” Jill cried, covering herself with a sheet and rushing toward me. Startled, I backed away. “Get the hell outta here, you, you cunt!” she shrieked, slamming the door shut. “What the fuck do you want?” Her voice rang out from the other side.

“I — I’ve just…” I stammered, head spinning like merry-go-round at what I’d seen. “I’m…”

“Hold on a minute,” Jill fired back.

I heard some rustling around inside the bedroom and in a minute Jill emerged from the bedroom in a floral bathrobe.

“You’ve got some explainin’ to do, lady. What in hell are you doing, roamin’ around in our house? You think ‘cause you own this place, we don’t get any fuckin’ privacy? I got half a mind to kick the shit outta you,” Jill said, glaring at me with fire in her eyes.

Somehow, I found the words to speak. “I only came to — to collect the rent,” I replied, trying to still my galloping pulse. “No one answered the door, and it looked like someone was home, so I came in looking for you.”

She said nothing… but her expression softened just a bit.

“Listen, it’s none of my business what you two are doing,” I added. “As far as I’m concerned, I didn’t see a thing.”

Jill took a deep breath, nodded. “Okay, I’m sorry I flew off the handle… but I need you to go,” she said.

“I will, Jill — just as soon as you pay your rent. It’s overdue again. Way overdue.”

“I… I don’t have it. Some other bills came up that I had to take care of. I’ll have it next week for sure,” she said, going slightly pale. “I just need a little more time.”

I shook my head. “You’ve had time, Jill. I’m sorry, but you give me no choice. Here,” I said as I took a folded piece of paper from the pocket of my flannel shirt.

“Wh-what is this?” she asked, her face white with fear. Jill made no move to take the paper from my hand. She knew.

“It’s an eviction notice. You’ve got three days to either pay the rent or move out. I don’t like to do this, but I can’t let you stay for free,” I said, staring at her. Shit, I hated this part of my job.

“Oh, my God, no. This can’t be happening,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “I got no money and no place to go. Look, I know I’ll have the money next week. I get my paycheck and m-my sister is s’posed to pay me back a loan I gave her…” She was sobbing in earnest now.

“Jill… we’ve been through this before,” I sighed. “Every time I come here for what you owe me, you’ve got some damn excuse.”

Jill took a deep breath, fought to calm herself. “Look — hold on. I got an idea that might be kind of a… a good faith offerin’ for you to let us stay here, least ‘til I get the money next week,” she said.

Now what? “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

“Wait here a minute.” She ducked into her bedroom.

I could hear Jill and Tammy talking, their voices low. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and Jill returned, still wrapped in her robe.

“Okay, here’s the deal. Tammy and I talked it over and we’ll let you come in my bedroom and watch us fuck, just like we were when you busted in on us. No touching, ‘less we say so. For that, you wait until next week for the rent. Deal?” Jill asked, looking up at me with anxious eyes.

“What makes you think I’d be interested in watching you and your daughter?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. Inside, my heart was pounding.

She made a face. “Cut the crap, lady. You’re into chicks, just like me… and I saw the way you were lookin’ at Tammy, not three minutes ago. Hell, I had you pegged as queer the day we moved in, but I sure didn’t know you was into the young stuff.”

I felt my face grow hot, a tightness forming in my belly at the realization that the secret I’d kept locked inside for so long, so damn long, had finally revealed itself.

When I realized at the tender age of twelve that I was a lesbian, the girls I most longed to kiss and touch were all younger than me — especially Kitty, the freckly, pigtailed eight-year-old who lived two doors down. So many nights I spent with the sheets drawn up to my chin, biting my lip to keep from moaning as I masturbated to visions of undressing Kitty, exploring her bare body.

As I ripened into womanhood I’d assumed my fantasies would mature along with me, that I’d come to crave sex with older girls and women instead of kids. Somehow, though, it didn’t quite work out that way. Oh, I had an active enough sex life, picking up curious college girls, closeted housewives and the occasional out lesbian… but I couldn’t bring myself to settle down with one lover. That hunger for forbidden candy was too strong.

Now I’d been outed, and by my own traitorous eyes. With a single glance, Jill had seen the helpless desire on my face as I’d stared at her naked little girl. She knew me for what I was. No point in arguing.

I stood there like a poleaxed idiot, pondering this crazy offer. God knows it was tempting, but something didn’t feel right. “Wait, wait. You and your daughter are going to perform for me? How does she feel about that? If she isn’t — I mean, I don’t want to…” I was picturing the frightened expression I’d seen on Tammy’s face when she first spotted me in the doorway, and it was anything but an arousing image.

“Don’t you worry none about that,” Jill replied. “She loves gettin’ grown women all hot and bothered. Why, just last month I got called in to her school to meet with the principal, ’cause Tammy kept flashin’ her panties at the teacher.” She shook her head — either in awe or exasperation, I couldn’t tell. “My baby girl has a good eye for the ladies, but her, um, her gay-dar ain’t quite there yet. I mean, I met her teacher last fall. I coulda told Tammy — that woman was straight as a yardstick.” Jill paused, looking me up and down, clearly liking what she saw. “She’ll like you, that’s for damn sure.”

Be still, my beating heart. “So, then… Tammy, she’s okay with me watching you two, er, make love?”

Jill gave a snort of laughter. “Hon, you’ll make her year.”

“And then I… I give you until next week to pay the rent.”

She nodded slowly, deliberately. “The way I see it, we’re givin’ you a pretty goddamn good deal here. You get to see some hot mother-daughter sex, and you’ll get your money next week. That’s the deal, take it or leave it,” she finished, then gave a helpless shrug. “I don’t have nothin’ else to offer.”

It was a dangerous, perverted proposition, but that only made it more exciting. Besides, I wanted a better look at Tammy.

“It’s a deal,” I said.

Jill gave me a brusque nod. “You wait here, now. Come in when I call.”

She disappeared into the bedroom and left the door open about a foot. I stood outside, heart pounding at the thought of what I was getting myself involved in. Had I lost my mind? Probably.

Accessory to child molestation, I told myself, Oh, yeah, and incest. That’ll look great on a rap sheet.

“Okay, c’mon in,” I heard Jill call from the bedroom.

Slowly, I pushed open the door and was greeted by the sight of mother and daughter, both nude and sprawled on the bed. Tammy had been released from her bonds and was lying flat on her back, while Jill faced me sideways, propped up by an elbow.

I paused to admire them both. Jill was medium height and had brown hair highlighted with blonde streaks, hazel eyes, pale complexion, and a body that was full-figured without being fat. She had medium sized breasts with large erect nipples, and her bush was thick and untrimmed, just the way I like it.

Tammy was a smaller, slimmer image of her mother, actually looking more like a sister than daughter. I remembered Jill telling me once about how young she’d been when she got knocked up — still a high school junior, she said. Tammy’s legs were parted, giving me an excellent view of her bare slit, glistening with wetness.

I glanced up, letting myself into the child’s eyes. What I saw in them sent a ripple of anticipation through me. Tammy’s sex wasn’t exposed by accident — she was deliberately letting me see everything. As my gaze journeyed back down, she spread her thighs even wider.

Holy fucking shit.

All in all, they were a very appealing pair. Okay, that was the understatement of the year. Truth was, my cunt was dripping at the sight of these two beauties.

“Hi, Miz Bedford,” Tammy said, the youthful lilt in her voice a stark reminder that this nude goddess was still a child.

“Hi, Tammy,” I said, struggling to sound cool and collected.

“You gonna watch Mama and me do sex stuff?” she asked.

I swallowed. “Well… yeah, I am. If that’s, um, okay with you.” Jill was lying back, relaxing, amused by my obvious case of nerves.

“Sure,” Tammy replied with a nod, studying me thoughtfully. A brief pause, then, “Are you gay?”

“Hey!” Frowning, Jill gave her daughter a light smack on the thigh. “Mind your manners, girl. You don’t just ask someone that!”

“Oh, it’s okay,” I said. “Yes, Tammy. I’m a lesbian.”

“I’m gay, too!” Tammy enthused, hugging herself. “I love girls… but I ‘specially love pretty ladies. Mama say I can’t tell anyone ’bout me being gay, though — not till I’m more grown up.”

“Yeah, well, that’s cause you live in Arkansas,” muttered Jill.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Miz Bedford?” the girl said, relaxing back into the mussed sheets.

“I think you’re beautiful, honey. Oh, and please — call me Sue.”

“Sue…” murmured Tammy, speaking the name dreamily, then suddenly turned to face her mother. “Can we play now, Mama? I want Sue to see us do sex!”

Jill enfolded the nude child in her arms. “Course we can, baby girl.” She gently kissed Tammy’s mouth, then looked up at me. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing toward a chair by the side of the bed. “Get naked if you want. No joinin’ in, though… least not ‘til I say so.”

Without a word, I walked over to the chair and sat, trying to look calmer than I was.

“Comfy? Mind if we get started?” Jill asked with a wry grin. My pulse racing, I nodded.

Jill gave Tammy a kiss. It was soft and shy at first, then they eased into deeper, longer kisses. Their bodies were crushed together, Jill’s large breasts squashed into her little girl’s boyish chest.

As her tongue slipped into the child’s willing mouth, Jill began to tease Tammy’s left nipple, tracing circles around the taut bud with her fingertip.

The room was silent but for the soft thwock thwock thwock of the old electric fan, perched on a table next to an open window, lazily twisting from side to side like some kind of curious witness to these perverse proceedings. The feeble stirrings of air it kicked up were just about the only relief available from the afternoon heat. Both Tammy and Jill were glazed from head to toe with perspiration, and I was getting damp under the arms myself. Inside my panties, of course, it was a fucking swamp.

When their lips drifted gently apart, Tammy and her mother exchanged a loving look that thrilled me to my soul.

“Sweet baby girl,” Jill cooed, staring into the child’s eyes. “My little lover. You like bein’ your mama’s lover, don’tcha?”

“Yeah,” Tammy whispered, ducking her head, a lovely hint of color flushing her cheeks.

Jill smiled. “Don’t be bashful, now. We want Miz Bedford to see how much in love we are. I told you, hon — she likes pretty little girls, just like your mama does.”

Hearing my secret obsession named by another person couldn’t help but unnerve me, even if I knew that they weren’t about to go blabbing it to the world. Of course, those jitters I felt only made me more excited.

Jill caressed her daughter’s flat chest, then lightly pinched her nipple — which drew a whimper from Tammy.

As if suddenly overcome by desire, Tammy reached up to cup and squeeze her mother’s breasts, leaning in to place soft kisses on Jill’s neck.

Without a thought, I popped the button at the top of my jeans, then unzipped them, drinking in the heated action on the bed. Jill was now slowly kissing a path down to her daughter’s tummy. She trailed her lips to the smooth cleft of Tammy’s sex and lightly nuzzled her there.

Tammy arched her back upward in response, a soft cry escaping her throat.

Jill responded with a long slow lick along the length of her child’s slit. The second pass of her tongue began at Tammy’s anus and trailed up through her crack, then she pushed her tongue into the little girl’s hole. I actually saw it enter her cunt.

“Oh, Mama, that feels so good,” Tammy moaned.

As I watched Jill go down on her daughter, I kicked off my boots, then struggled out of my jeans and panties. Now naked from the waist down, I began to masturbate, my legs splayed far apart.

Jill licked her way up to the top of Tammy’s pussy and began to tease her daughter’s clit with little flicks of her tongue. A shudder ran the length of the child’s body — then she seized her mother’s head, holding it in place between her thighs while she gasped in ecstasy, trembling from head to toe. The girl’s eyes were wide, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Her sucking mouth still fastened to her daughter’s clit, Jill placed a finger at the entrance of Tammy’s hole and slowly eased it inside, right up to the third knuckle. Clearly, the girl was no virgin.

“Yes, Mama… oh! Oh yeah, that’s s-so good. Oh yeah, right there. Lick me, Mama,” Tammy panted. “Ooohh, I… I’m almost there…!”

The little girl’s breathing was now coming in gulps, her head rolling back and forth on the pillow. She was completely covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

“That’s it. Ohhhhh, don’t stop!” Tammy screamed, thrusting her vulva into Jill’s face. “Oh M-mama, l love you! OHHHHH!”

Tammy was thrashing about wildly on the bed as Jill held onto her daughter for dear life, still nursing at the child’s clitoris while fingering her hole. Her mouth was coated with Tammy’s juices, some of it dripping onto the rumpled sheets below.

Aching for release, I plunged two fingers into my cunt, mashing down on my clit with the ball of the thumb. Just like that, I was buffeted by a violent orgasm, one that shook me from top to bottom.

I felt ecstasy gradually ebb, breath hissing through my clenched teeth as I watched Tammy come down from her own rapture.

Jill raised her face from between Tammy’s quivering thighs, pausing to lick her lips. “How was that, baby doll?” she cooed.

“That was nice. You always make me feel real good,” Tammy said. She glanced my way; the sight of me half-naked and cupping my vulva seemed to please her. “I wanna do it to you now, Mama. Can I lick you?”

“Course you can, hon,” Jill drawled, rolling onto her back. She parted her thighs, exposing a juicy cunt that made my mouth water. I wondered if I’d get the chance to taste it.

With a delighted squeal, Tammy crawled on top of her mother. They began to kiss, Tammy licking her own wetness from her mother’s lips and chin, then the child started nuzzling Jill’s neck.

“Oh, hon,” the older woman said, “Momma loves you so much, so damn much…”

Tammy left a trail of tender licks and kisses down to Jill’s shoulder, then to her left tit. She gave her mama’s nipple a playful lick, then enveloped it with her mouth and began to suckle. Meanwhile, her hand found its way to Jill’s other breast, cupping the soft globe, giving it a squeeze.

This drew an audible moan from Jill. “Ohhh, baby girl… you know what Mama likes. Mmm, that feels simply dee-vine.”

As Tammy continued to pleasure her mother’s nipple, the little girl’s left hand began a slow trek down Jill’s body, making its way between her legs. Jill spread herself even wider, welcoming that straying hand. From where I sat, I could actually see the thick fluids flowing from her cunt, oozing into the cleft of her anus.

Tammy ran her finger up the length of Jill’s slit, pausing to toy with her mother’s clitoris for a moment.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Touch my clit. Love your mama,” Jill said.

I stared in awe as this naked child began to kiss and lick her way down her mother’s belly. She paused at her navel and briefly stuck her tongue into it with a giggle. God, it was so fucking erotic, seeing such a young girl — the kind you could easily visualize playing at hopscotch or skipping rope — eagerly making love to a grown woman.

Tammy continued her journey downward until she had her mouth just above Jill’s crack. She was turned sideways and her ass was sticking up in the air pointing directly at me. I got a great view of her rosebud and her still-moist pussy.

Even though I’d just had an orgasm, I was starting to get wet again. The sight of these incestuous lovers was too much for me.

Tammy took a long lick along the length of her mother’s slit, and Jill moaned her approval. “Oh baby, you make your mama so hot. Do my pussy, eat me,” she moaned.

With that encouragement, Tammy took another slow long lick of her mother’s pussy. She paused to savor the taste, then pressed her mouth into the juicy flesh.

“Yeah… that’s it, baby. Make me come,” Jill pleaded.

I was teasing my cunt lightly, wanting to stretch out the pleasure this time. I could feel the warmth build in the core of my belly, and knew I was well on my way to another orgasm.

Jill was frantically groping her tits, tugging fiercely at the crimson nipples. From where I sat, I had an excellent view of Tammy’s lovemaking, and watched her licking a path up to the inflamed pink spear of her mama’s clit. She took it into her mouth and started sucking it like a nipple. I noticed that she had two fingers working her mother’s hole, the child’s little hand already dripping with nectar.

Suddenly, a violent jerk surged through Jill’s body. She cried, “Oh God. Ohhhhhh! My baby girl, m-my precious little girl yes! FUCK! Oh, baby, fuck your mama so g-good, don’t ever, ever stop…” babbling crazily as Tammy thrust her fingers in and yanked them out again, arm pumping like a piston.

Jill’s voice rose to a choked howl as her head lifted from the pillow, then she went completely limp.

Tammy slowly raised her face from Mama’s cunt, licking her lips. As if remembering I was there, she glanced around, bashfully looking away when she saw me slumped back in the chair, masturbating in a frenzy.

I felt a wave of heat that had nothing to do with the hot afternoon rush through my body, and I grinned back at Tammy. If there’s a sexier sight than a sweet smile from a gorgeous little girl, her mouth wet from eating pussy, I’ve never witnessed it — although the view I had of that cute bottom of hers was a very close runner-up…

While I was losing myself in the beauty of Tammy’s nakedness, Jill was rousing herself, reaching out for her daughter as she sat up. “C’mere, sweetheart,” she said, enfolding the child in her arms. Their mouths came together in a tender but passionate kiss.

They lay down, their bodies spooned lovingly together, then Jill turned to stare at me. “Hey, Sue… why don’tcha come over here, have some fun with us.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Rising from the chair — which now showed a plate-sized wet spot where I’d been sitting — I tore off my top and bra, then knelt on the bed behind Jill, grasping her hips to guide the woman into the position I wanted, up on all fours.

Holy shit, did she have a sexy ass. Parting her cheeks, I dipped my head to trail a long, slow lick up through the dark cleft of her anus.

Jill moaned. “Oh, yeah, Sue… hell yeah. Lick my butthole!” I was burrowing between her cheeks, loving the essence of pussy that had oozed down into her crack.

As I rimmed Jill, Tammy scooted underneath her, the girl’s little hands curving around the backs of her mama’s thighs. Jill gasped, then stammered, “Okay, b-baby girl, go easy on my pussy. I’m still kinda tender down there, ‘kay?”

“Okay, Mama,” the child said. Jill moaned again, then I heard the moist sounds of Tammy’s mouth, just inches from mine as she ate her mother’s cunt.

Soon Tammy was making her own purring sounds of pleasure. I couldn’t see exactly what Jill was doing to her little girl, but by the way the child’s body was shifting around beneath ours, it was clear that she was getting loved too.

The haze of afternoon heat was thick as tar in the bedroom while we fucked, the three of us a tangle of slippery, sweating bodies. I slipped an arm beneath Jill as I ate her asshole, my hand groping for Tammy’s flat chest, which I lovingly stroked. Finding a tiny nipple, I gave it a tweak between finger and thumb.

Then Tammy cried, “Oh God, oh, yes. OOOOOOHHH!” She bucked violently, back arching as a second orgasm enveloped her thin frame. Even as she came, the child did her best not to neglect her mama, mauling Jill’s cunt with her hand. I was pressed against mother and daughter tightly enough to feel Tammy’s fingers moving between Jill’s thighs.

Then Jill’s legs were quivering as her own climax kicked in. “FUCK! Oh. Oh. OHH! God, that feels soooo fuckin’ good. YES!” Her daughter and I kept working her holes, probing and licking until she finally howled for us to stop, God damn it, before we gave her a heart attack.

Raising my face from Jill’s ass, I couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction as she crumpled onto her side, lying motionless on the sodden sheets, looking about as well-fucked as can be.

Before I knew what was what, little Tammy was pushing me onto the bed, rolling me onto my back. That cute little girl was now a ten-year-old tigress. Her hands pawed my breasts as she kissed me hotly, her tongue plunging into my mouth. The taste of pussy coated Tammy’s lips and chin, and I eagerly sampled the flavor of her mother in the kiss.

I felt Jill’s hands grasp my thighs, parting them, her face pressing into my matted pubes. She nuzzled me there, inhaling deeply, drinking in the aroma of cunt. I was shaking inside, dying for her to eat me.

I moaned into her little girl’s mouth when Jill gave my pussy a sloppy French kiss, her tongue darting deep into me. Lord, did she ever know how to go down on a woman — wild, messy and aggressive as hell, just the way I like it. If it hadn’t been for the orgasm I’d had just moments earlier, Jill would have brought me off in seconds. As it was, I could feel the pressure begin and rise inside me, building into something big. Really big.

Breaking our kiss with a wet smack, Tammy flashed me a quick smile before scooting down to join her mom between my outstretched legs. “Let me lick Sue some, Mama,” she pleaded. “I never tasted anyone’s pussy, ‘cept for yours.”

Jill raised her head, gave her daughter a loving smile. “Tell you what, honey,” she said. “Let’s you and me lick her together, okay?”

“Yeah!” the child squealed. “That sounds fun.”

“Go ahead, then.” Jill opened me up with her fingers, giving Tammy a good look inside my vagina. “Get you a taste.”

“Mmmmmm,” the girl purred, moistening her lips, every ounce of attention focused on the juicy sex before her. Drawing nearer, she took a long, slow lick, then paused to sample my flavor. I let out a trembling breath, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.

Turning to her mother, Tammy giggled with delight. “It’s kinda like yours, Mama… but different, too!”

“Do you like it? Then be a good girl and tell Miz Bedford so, honey,” murmured Jill, giving her child a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a bashful smile, back to her sweet ten-year-old self. “I… I like the way you taste, ma’am.”

I just melted inside, overcome by an unexpected surge of love that made my head swim. “Thank you, angel,” I whispered, reaching out to caress Tammy’s cheek. God… was I falling in love with this little girl?

“Now you lie back and relax, babe,” Jill said, bringing me back to the here and now. “Me and Tammy are gonna make you feel all kinds of good.”

I drifted back into the pillow’s soft embrace, joyfully offering myself up to mother and daughter. A blissful sigh escaped my lips as I felt Jill’s warm tongue trace my slit.

As they took turns licking me, Jill and Tammy sometimes paused to exchange heated kisses. The sight of them sharing my honey from tongue to tongue was one of the hottest sights imaginable.

Soon my lovers were both going down on me — Jill licking at my opening, occasionally slipping down to tease my anus, Tammy paying tribute to my clit with tiny flicks of the tongue that had me seeing stars.

Finally the child sucked my clit into her mouth, and I went off like a Roman candle, clutching the bed for dear life as tornadoes, typhoons and tsunamis roiled and raged inside me, battering my body until my moan rose to a shriek.

When I came back to myself, the three of us were snuggled together, Tammy and Jill adorning my damp face with gentle kisses.

“Wow!” Tammy exclaimed. “That was — it was awesome… we gotta do that again sometime!”

“Yeah, I’ll say,” said Jill, her fingers brushing my nipples. “Got room in your life for a coupla new fuck-buddies, Sue?”

“Jesus effin’ Christ,” I gasped, briefly pausing to suck on Tammy’s tongue, “you two are incredible!”

Jill propped herself on one elbow. “So, um, about the rent… our deal’s still on, right? I get the cash to you next week?”

“Fuck it,” I gasped. “As long as I’m part of this, your rent’s on me.”

Jill’s smile was something to see. “Bless your heart,” she said, placing a tender kiss on my cheek. “Why don’t you stick around and spend the night with us, Sue? We can send out for a pizza, get us a bottle of wine… then come back up here for some more fun when it cools down.”

“Yeah!” Tammy squealed. “Can you stay over, Sue? Oh, please please please pretty please?”

“How can I say no?” I laughed.

There are all kinds of games we can play,” Jill added. “You’ve not properly tasted Tammy yet… and she’s got the sweetest little pussy you’ll ever lick.”

“Oh, my…” I sighed, nestling close to my two new lovers. “I think I must have died and gone to heaven.”

Jill laughed warmly. “You’re in heaven, all right, but you ain’t dead…” she whispered, pausing to nip at my ear, “not yet.”

I snorted in laughter, then moaned as her hot, moist mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss. As we embraced, I felt Tammy’s tongue trace along my inner thigh, and reached down to pat her shoulder encouragingly as she licked a path to my womanly center.

Guess this room’s not gonna get the chance to cool down, I told myself, not anytime soon.

By JetBoy

Kelly was out on her fourth date with Bart. Mom was out playing mah-jongg with her friends, like she did every Friday. I was idly thumbing through a cheap sci-fi paperback, passing the hours until Kelly got home.

Suddenly I heard a key opening the front door. It couldn’t be Mom, because she always came in through the garage. Besides, she’d only left fifteen minutes ago. So I figured it had to be my sister. Glancing up at the clock, I was surprised to see that it was only 8:30. What was Kelly doing home so soon?

I heard quiet footsteps in the foyer, and then Kelly came into the living room. The thoughtful, serious look on her face puzzled me… I could tell that something had happened. But what?

“Kelly… why are you home so early? It’s only–”

“I need to talk to you, Kris,” she said quietly.

“Well… sure,” I replied nervously. “What — what’s the matter?”

“Let’s go upstairs,” Kelly softly murmured.

My heart was pounding as we climbed the stairs to our room. Something was wrong. Was Kelly going to tell me that we couldn’t fool around anymore, that she had to be true to Bart? Would she never kiss or touch me again? The thought of losing what I had with my sister had me paralyzed with fear.

I sat numbly on my bed as Kelly closed the door behind her. She gazed at me for a long moment, and I felt as if I were about to burst into tears. Then she spoke.

“I… I broke up with Bart tonight.”

I was confused. “Why?” I asked softly.

Kelly sat next to me and looked at her hands. “I don’t love him.” Bewildered, I was about to speak when my sister raised her face to mine, transfixing me with her shining eyes. “I love you,” she whispered.

It was like the earth shifted beneath my feet. I could feel the blood draining from my face as her words hit home. My sister… in love with me? I felt exhilarated and utterly terrified at the same time. Unable to speak, I just stared at her, my mouth slack.

Kelly lowered her face, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m… I’m s-sorry, Kris,” she gulped. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I could see her struggling not to cry. “We were just having fun, I thought… m-making each other, you know, feel good…” She sighed. “But, somehow… you and me — it became, well, a lot more.” She raised her face, and her eyes met mine. “And I fell in love with you. With my own sister!” A sob burst from her throat.

A torrent of feelings raced through me. I quickly knelt before Kelly and grabbed her hand. “Please don’t cry,” I whispered. I brought her hand to my mouth and kissed her palm, then gazed up at my sweet, wonderful sister, my heart brimming with emotion. “Oh, Kelly,” I said softly, “I love you, too.” I drew her into my arms, pulling her down onto the bed with me.

Her moist eyes held a question, and I answered. “Listen… I’m glad you broke up with Bart. I want you all to myself. I want to be your girlfriend.”

My sister’s face began to slowly light up. “Y-you do?”

I was practically dizzy with relief, unable to restrain a giggle. “You… you goofball. You nearly scared me to death, you know that?” Her eyes furrowed as I tried to explain. “I thought that you were gonna tell me you didn’t want to… be with me any more. That’s what I was afraid of. That you were about to dump me.”

“No way,” Kelly said emphatically, a smile illuminating her face like a sunrise. She squeezed my hand. “I’d never dump you, sis.”

“Better not,” I murmured, rising to my feet. She stood, too, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding my sister close. My lips brushed her ear as I whispered, “Take my clothes off, Kelly. Make love to me.”

Her mouth found mine, and we shared a warm kiss that quickly grew passionate. My hands slid down Kelly’s back to fondle her bottom, and she hummed her approval. Breaking away, she began to fumble for the buttons on the old flannel shirt of hers that I wore around the house. Clumsy in her excitement, it took Kelly longer to undress me than it should have, and she made little impatient sounds as she worked.

Finally, though, I stood before my sister, pulsing with anticipation as she drank in the sight of my nude body.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “God, how could I have gone out on all those dates with Bart, when the whole time I had you here, right under my nose?” She shook her head. “I was actually making out with you, Kris… and I still didn’t understand how I really felt, not until tonight.”

I drew closer, reaching for the bottom of the cute pink sweater she wore. “It doesn’t matter, Kel. I don’t think I knew I was in love with you, either — but I sure do now.”

With that, I began to strip my sexy sister. I took my time, wanting to savor the moment — pulling her sweater up and off, unhooking her skirt and letting it slip to the floor, unfastening her bra and sliding it over her silky arms, finally kneeling to slowly tug her panties down to ring her ankles. Somehow, the sight of Kelly’s bare feet stepping out of her undies totally thrilled me.

I gazed up at my sister, now completely naked. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face in the softness of her tummy, nuzzling her there, basking in the sweet perfume of Kelly’s skin.

“C’mon, Kris,” she cooed, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Let’s get into bed.”

Moments later, my beautiful sister and I were lying beneath the sheets and kissing hungrily, as we’d done so many times before. Yet now it was different, completely new. For the first time, our lovemaking wasn’t a game — this time it was all about us.

We kept the pace slow and easy at first, exploring each other with a genuine sense of wonder. When I kissed Kelly’s breasts, or sucked on her fingers, or stroked her thighs, I kept telling myself, This is my lover’s body. I was greedy, ravenous for my big sister.

At one point we were lying entwined, mouths locked together, tongues dancing back and forth as we fingered each other’s pussies. I was moaning, on the verge of exploding, when Kelly suddenly broke away.

“Ooooohh!” I cried, frustrated. “What’re you doing, Kel? I w-was so close!”

“Shhhhh,” she soothed, touching my lips. “That’s why, sis. I didn’t want you to finish just yet.” With that, Kelly moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until she lay sprawled between my legs. “I’ve thought about doing this to you for days — only I didn’t have the nerve, not until now.”

Then she began to kiss my pussy.

How do I describe it, that first time my sister went down on me? I’d heard some vague, hushed descriptions of oral sex from girls I knew, but nothing I took seriously. The idea of getting kissed “down there,” seemed more, well, ridiculous than anything.

But when I felt Kelly’s mouth touch my bare slit, I was lost to all reason.

Her kisses were incredibly tender at first, like whispered words caressing my sex. Then I felt her lips part as Kelly began to kiss me like a lover, the tip of her tongue joining in. Then she took that first long lick, trailing from the cleft of my bottom up to the tip of the clit.

Things got all crazy and mixed up in my head after that. My sister was going down on me while I stared sightlessly at the ceiling, her mouth and tongue taking me places I’d never been, never imagined could exist.

Like every time Kelly got me off, I felt the storm build inside me — gently at first, then swelling like a gray cloud filled with rain, the grumbling of thunder mounting into a deep roar. But now there was the warming glow of my sister’s love, mingling with the storm’s fury, feeding my pleasure. She loves me, I kept thinking, radiant with joy. Kelly is in love with me!

Then she took my clit between her lips and sucked at it like a tiny nipple — and everything came crashing down.

I’d never imagined feeling so wonderful. Like drinking from the sun, my soul warmed by its golden nectar. I trembled and shook helplessly, unable to do much more than absorb pleasure. And pleasure there was, in abundance. It seemed to last forever.

Finally, though, I lay limp and spent, just conscious enough to register Kelly taking me into her arms, nuzzling my cheek. Without thinking I turned my face to hers, lips parting to receive my big sister’s kiss.

Kelly’s mouth was wet from my pussy, and I moaned with delight to know that I was tasting myself as our tongues lazily tangled.

I felt so mellow and at peace with everything that I could have fallen asleep right then — only I realized with a fresh surge of excitement that my sister was waiting for me to make love to her.

Suddenly filled with renewed energy, I grabbed a squealing Kelly and wrestled her onto her back, then claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. I was on fire, bent on making my big sister come like never before.

Moving down Kelly’s body, I buried my face in her breasts — kissing and licking them all over, teasing the nipples with tiny bites that made her squeal.

Usually, I liked to linger over Kelly’s chest, spending a long while pleasuring her titties with my mouth and hands. But right then, all I could think of was her wet pussy and how badly I needed to get down between those beautiful bare legs and lick.

Before I knew it, I was on my belly, staring at her vulva and moistening my lips. Kelly’s sex looked lovely and smelled divine. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic curls, a darker shade of blonde than the hair on her head.

With trembling fingers I opened her, revealing fiery pink flesh that shone with wetness. That’s her cunt, I thought, the word that I had never spoken before now echoing in my mind. My sister’s cunt.

Slowly, as if I had all the time in the world, I drew close, Kelly’s thighs brushing my cheeks. I parted my lips and, with the very tip of the tongue, traced along her opening as if it were a mouth.

“Ohhh, Kris,” she whispered, “th-that feels amazing…”

The taste of her, rich and thick, made me crave more — and I helped myself, covering Kelly’s sex with my mouth, my tongue probing into her.

Somehow I instinctively knew what to do; how to pleasure Kelly. Perhaps it was the sisterly bond between us, the tie of shared blood. Every swipe of my tongue had her mewling with delight, each kiss and playful nibble sent a quiver through her body that I could feel.

With quivering hands, Kelly cradled my head, held me to her while I licked and sucked at the entrance to her womanly center, my sister’s fluids flowing freely. I drank from her.

Kelly’s clitoris enticed me. As a young girl who regularly masturbated, I was on intimate terms with that special part of a woman’s body, that fleshy key that opened the gateway to delight. Licking a path along the delicate opening to her vagina, I gave my sister’s clit a tiny flick of the tongue.

“Oooooh!” Kelly squeaked. “Omigod, Kris… k-keep doing that!”

Eager to oblige, I closed my lips around the tiny bulb and began to suckle.

Kelly’s response was immediate, her slender frame first shuddering helplessly — little quiverings that soon grew almost violent as my big sister began to come.

A low moan issued from her throat, quickly mounting into a wild cry. Her thighs squeezed my face so tightly it hurt, but I soldiered on — nursing at Kelly while she squirmed beneath me, lost in ecstasy.

Finding my sister’s clitoris with a finger, I began to clumsily masturbate her, my mouth sliding down to cover Kelly’s dripping cunt once more. Her honey, thick and luscious, trickled down my throat as I sucked at the warm, fleshy opening, thirsting for more.

Suddenly she was thrusting me away, gasping, “Kris, stop! I can’t — I c-can’t — I can’t…”

Startled, I raised myself, falling back on my haunches, and watched Kelly as she sank back into her pillow, breath escaping from her like a slowly deflating beach ball.

She lay quietly for a while, motionless but for the rise and fall of her glistening breasts. Then her eyes slowly drifted open, and she gave me a sleepy smile. “C’mere, you,” she purred, beckoning me to her with a finger.

I nestled into my sister, and she cradled my face in her hands, gazing at me with adoring eyes. “I love you, Kris. Really love you.”

“I love you too, Kelly,” I sighed, every atom of me radiant with happiness. We shared a sweet, lazy French kiss, then I rolled onto my back, lying next to my sister. Her hand crept into mine.

Neither of us spoke for awhile. I guess I was overwhelmed right then, my mind whirling with the crazy reality of what had just happened between Kelly and me. How could sisters be in love with one another? There was nothing to compare these feelings to, no point of reference. I was an explorer in an unfamiliar land, making my way without map or compass.

Finally, Kelly turned to me. “Maybe it’s wrong for me to feel this way about you, sis,” she murmured, “but I don’t think so. Actually, I don’t even care if it’s wrong or not. I want us to be together, for always. Until we’re both weird old ladies — living in a big house full of cats!” She giggled, then gave me a shy smile. “What’cha think, Kris? Wanna be mine, for ever and ever?”

Tugging at Kelly’s shoulder, I coaxed her into my arms, her body resting atop mine. I placed a tiny kiss on my sister’s chin, then nuzzled the softness of her neck. “Yeah… absolutely. I’ll never want anyone like I do you.”

Our mouths came together again, and we kissed for a long while, our tongues playing little teasing games until I felt my desire mounting once more.

But Kelly broke away with a sigh. “Damn, sis… I want to make love to you again. But Mom’s gonna be home before long. We’ve gotta clean ourselves up.”

“That’s cool,” I replied. “No school tomorrow, after all… we’ll just pick up where we left off after she goes to bed. Hey, wanna take a shower with me?”

“Oooohh, great idea!” Kelly squealed. “I like the way you think, Kris. We can get clean and dirty at the same time!”

Hand in hand, we padded naked into the bathroom that adjoined our room, giggling like little kids while we climbed into the shower.

Was that ever an amazing experience! Kelly and I took turns soaping one another up, then we rubbed our slippery bodies together beneath the flowing water like we were dirty dancing, kissing again and again and again. Then Kelly’s hand found its way between my legs, and she began to masturbate me. Unwilling to let my big sister have all the fun, I sought out her pussy, exploring her with my fingers.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she panted. “Just… just like that, baby sister.”

I was licking her neck, holding Kelly to me as she slowly drew her nails down my back with her free hand. Then that hand was fondling my ass, two fingers probing in between to play with my butthole. I’d never even thought of touching her there, but it felt great.

The whole thing was freaky, but fantastic and wild — the way sex always was wild in the grownup paperback novels that the girls at school passed around under the teachers’ noses.

Before very long Kelly and I were clutching each other tightly, hanging on for dear life as we came.

My head was spinning like a yo-yo, and the heat we’d built up in the shower must have really gotten to me, because the next thing I remember is finding myself sitting on the slick tile, slumped against the wall. Kelly had just turned off the water and was reaching down to grasp my arm.

“C’mon, Kris,” she spoke soothingly, helping me to my feet. “Damn, you scared me for a second there — I thought you’d passed out!”

“I’m okay,” I muttered, though I still allowed Kelly to lead me from the shower stall. The air was cooler outside, and it managed to clear most of the fog from my mind.

“Hurry up and get dry!” Kelly demanded, yanking a towel from the rack and thrusting it at me. “Mom’s gonna be home before long… we spent too much time in the shower.” Grabbing the matching towel for herself, she began to vigorously rub her body down.

Moments later, my sister and I were struggling into our night wear — sweatpants and a faded old Elton John t-shirt for Kelly, candy-striped pajamas for me. Not a stitch on underneath, of course.

By the time we heard the loud hum of the electric garage door that signaled Mom’s arrival home, Kelly and I were sprawled out on the overstuffed sofa with the TV on, pretending to watch Johnny Carson.

“Hey, kids,” she murmured as she peeked into the living room.

“Hey, Mom,” we dutifully answered, then I added, “How’d the mah-jongg go?”

Entering the room, she set her purse on the end table. “Pretty good… I came out about fifteen, sixteen dollars ahead.” She glanced at my sister. “What about you — how was your big date?”

Kelly shrugged. “Oh, I dunno… I think I may be over Bart. He’s handsome and all, but all he can talk about is football, football, football. Gets dull as dishwater after a while.”

Mom snorted. “Well, so much for that grand passion. I suppose I should be glad that you’re discussing sports instead of making out.”

“Oh, we did some of that, too…” Kelly grinned.

“Do me a favor — spare the details,” Mom protested, raising both hands as if in defense. “Just don’t make me a grandmother for at least ten more years, okay?”

Kelly gave me a quick smile. “I promise.”

“Good.” Mom slipped out of her coat; hung it on the rack. “Honestly, I never really saw you as the kind of girl to be dating athletes, anyhow. I suspect you’ll probably end up with a brainy type. Good-looking, of course!” she added with a laugh.

My sister glanced at me again, a light in her eyes that made me a puddle inside. “Hmmm… y’know, Mom, I think you’re probably right.”

I could feel myself blushing hotly; luckily, Mom didn’t notice. “Well, I’m turning in,” she said, pausing to yawn. “You girls don’t stay up too late, okay? I don’t care if it is Saturday, you’re not lounging in bed until noon.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said. “Night-night.”

“Sweet dreams,” Kelly murmured.

“Night, girls.” Mom gave us a brief salute, then left. We heard the muffled cadence of footsteps, growing fainter as she made her way down the hall to her bedroom.

Kelly leaned toward me. “You go upstairs first,” she said, keeping her voice low. “Get undressed and into bed. I’ll watch this for another ten minutes or so, then come up and join you.”

I was grinning in delight, already craving more of my sister. Darting in to plant a brief kiss on her mouth, I got up, making my way to the stairs. Glancing back at Kelly, I felt a surge of renewed lust as she slowly licked her lips, reaching up to fondle her left breast, her eyes burning into mine.

Entering our dark bedroom my heart was racing. I quickly divested myself of my pajama top, stepped out of the bottoms, then slid naked between the cool sheets of my big sister’s bed. The dim illumination of Kelly’s clock spelled out the time: 11:23.

The next few minutes seemed to inch by, moving slowly as a glacier. I tried and failed to keep myself from looking again and again at the clock, wishing I’d told her, Ten minutes? Make it five, lover.

The thought of that last word made me shiver deliciously, and I passed the time letting the idea echo in my mind: Lover. My sister Kelly is my lover. I longed to shout it to the sky, to let the universe know about this amazing thing that had happened to me. To us.

Thankfully, it was only seven minutes before Kelly entered the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the spilled moonlight and posed sexily for me, hands on her thighs. “Hey there, baby sister.”

To this day, I still recall how beautiful she was at that moment — and how much I hungered to have her in my arms. “Hey, Kelly,” I whispered. “Come be with me.”

Her arms crossed as she reached down to grasp the hem of the t-shirt she wore, drawing it up and off to bare her breasts. Even in the pale, buttery light, I could see that her nipples were erect.

Turning around, Kelly planted both legs wide apart, shifting her hips to and fro like a belly dancer, but slowly, almost lazily. I felt the heat of lust bloom inside as I drank in the sight of her sexy movements, knowing that she was putting on this erotic display for my benefit.

For an instant I almost felt sorry for Bart Davis. What was he doing right then? Probably at home, glumly fondling his dick and moping over the hot night he’d expected to have with my big sister. The night I was enjoying instead.

Tucking her thumbs beneath the waistband of her sweatpants, Kelly slid them down, exposing the creamy globes of her buttocks one tantalizing inch at a time. I was hypnotized; heart smashing against my rib cage, the fierce, ravenous need for my sister squeezing me like the paws of some enormous beast. I wanted to leap from the bed and fall upon Kelly, take her on the floor where she stood, make her scream my name.

She pushed her sweats down to her ankles, straightening to step from them, pausing to pose for me. Her ass seemed to glow in the spilled light; a new moon, even lovelier than the one in the sky.

It occurred to me that, having lavished so much attention on other parts of Kelly’s body, I’d neglected that luscious bottom. Well, I’d make up for that soon enough. I wanted to hug it, caress it, shower it with kisses.

Kelly slowly turned and advanced toward the bed, the pad, pad, pad of her barefooted tread matching the thumping of my heart. Then my sister was beneath the sheets with me, her naked body pressed tightly against mine, mouths and tongues joined in a ravenous kiss, legs entwined.

I bathed in the clean, fresh smell of her, craving Kelly so desperately that I ached inside — never mind that we’d last made love less than an hour ago. We were in each other’s arms, morning seemed ages away, and the night was ours.

*****

From then on, Kelly and I were a couple; lovers in secret. We shared our bodies, our sex, our souls nearly every night, and in the daytime when we could. My sister and I exchanged valentines, wrote love poems, even bought each other rings with money we’d saved.

In order to maintain the illusion of being “normal,” Kelly occasionally dated boys; I did the same a couple of years later. Since neither of us would do more than kiss — and not much of that — the guys would usually grow impatient and move on before long. I had a stroke of luck at fifteen, finding a gay male friend named Edwin who needed his own camouflage. He and I kept a fake relationship going through my last three years of high school. I told him I was a lesbian, though he never knew about my sister.

We eventually had to confess the truth to our mother, not long after I started college. Concealing our love from her required too much effort and calculation for us to keep up, and the resulting stress was making us both crazy. Besides, we felt guilty about keeping Mom in the dark about such a huge part of our lives.

So one day, Kelly and I sat Mom down and broke the news to her as gently as we could. I was a bundle of nerves, and though my big sister seemed calm, I knew from the endless discussions we’d had on the topic that she was frightened, too. We simply had no idea how our mother would respond.

Imagine our surprise, then, when Mom informed us that she’d known our secret for several years! Kelly and I sat there gaping at her like idiots while she explained.

The seeds of her suspicion were planted, incredibly enough, by a certain look that she’d seen my sister and I exchange one evening. “I’ve been around the block a few times,” she said, “and I know what it means when two people look at each other that way, even if they are sisters.”

Once the idea had taken root, the signs of our sexual intimacy were easy enough to pick up on. We always shared my bed, then Kelly messed hers up in the morning so it looked as if it had been slept in. “You girls should have used the other bed now and then,” Mom told us. “One set of sheets was always a lot cleaner whenever I washed them.”

It turned out that our mother was less upset about us having sex than she was at our lack of honesty; she had always encouraged us to be open with her about anything and everything. This was the first time since we were kids that Kelly and I had worked so hard to deceive her, and admitting that made us feel ashamed.

Mom admitted that she didn’t really understand how sisters could fall in love. “Maybe murder each other,” she shrugged. “Lord knows your Aunt Linda and I came close to that a time or two!” She couldn’t help but worry about the huge risks my sister and I were taking; still, Mom gave us her blessing, taking Kelly and I into her arms when we both began to cry.

Our dear mother is gone now, and more than three decades have flown by since that momentous night when my sister and I kissed for the first time. We are still together, still lovers.

Kelly and I live in a small California town, a place where no one knows of the family bond that links us. We have kept our secret well, even from the few women who have shared our bed.

Both of us have indulged in brief flings and one-nighters with other female partners; never anything serious. Somehow Kelly and I know without saying so that we’re together for the long haul, come what may. It’s a beautiful valentine of a love story, and being part of it is the best thing that ever happened to me.

*****

When I first posted this story at Leslita two years ago, I dedicated it to Cheryl Taggert, one of the first authors of lesbian erotica that I encountered on the internet — and now my beloved partner at Juicy Secrets. From the first, her stories were always guaranteed to get my motor purring, and I quickly learned to keep an eye out for new ones. Joining forces with her and Naughty Mommy at this site has been one of the highlights of my year. I can’t give her a hug or a bouquet of flowers, so this little story of mine will have to suffice. Love ya, Cheryl.

By JetBoy

I’ve always looked up to my big sister Kelly. She is intelligent, sweet and beautiful, and I emulated her in every way. I used to dream of being as pretty as she was. We had shared the same bedroom since I was a little girl, and were close enough to actually prefer living together.

My sister and I were both incredibly bright, though very different in temperament. Kelly was the outgoing type, both brainy and popular. She was one of the stars of the debate team, and performed in nearly all of the plays put on by the theater department. In fact, she’d played the lead in the school production of Our Town — Emily, the girl who marries young and dies in childbirth — and gave such a great performance that she had most of the audience in tears, me and Mom included.

I was the quiet, smart kid; always with my nose buried in a book or writing poems, not especially into being noticed or making a splash. I saw being popular as too much work, preferring to have a few carefully chosen friends who really understood me. And my very best friend in the world was Kelly. I’d known for a long, long time how lucky I was to have an older sibling who didn’t see me as an irritant, or behave as if I didn’t exist.

Kelly made it her mission to assist me through my awkward preteen years. She was always willing to share the secrets of her maturing body with me as she grew into womanhood. Kelly showed me when her breasts started to develop, and I remember gazing in awe at her budding chest. When I got my period for the first time, her soothing words and little kindnesses made what might have been an awful experience into a happy one. She even let me know when she began to grow pubic hair, baring her private parts to me so I could see what was happening to her.

I felt happy for my sister, seeing what an amazing young woman she had ripened into — but I couldn’t help but feel impatient as well, since it sometimes seemed like I was taking forever to catch up. When she began to date, I wanted to as well, and I began to look at the boys in my class differently.

When I was twelve, and Kelly fifteen, she got asked out on her first really big date. That’s when our sisterly relationship started to become something more.

It was 1983. Ronald Reagan was president, Michael Jackson ruled the airwaves, and girls in our part of Virginia were still more or less expected to stay virgins until they married. Of course, a lot of them didn’t, but most of the girls at least pretended that they were chaste. No one wanted to be labeled a slut, after all.

By this time, Kelly had gone to a movie or two with boys from her class, but nothing serious. Then one day she came home, beside herself with excitement, and rushed me to our bedroom to tell me the news: an older boy had asked her out — none other than Bart Davis, the junior quarterback on the high school football team! I squealed as she told me about how he had asked her to go to the school dance with him, and how all the other girls were jealous. We went on talking for the rest of the day about how wonderful it was going to be for her.

Kelly was floating on Cloud Nine for the rest of the week. She confided in me that she was hoping that he would ask her to go steady, and shared whispered conversations with me at night about how awesome it would be to have Bart for her boyfriend. The dance was planned for Saturday night, and we were already planning her outfit on Wednesday.

But that Thursday, some of the older girls at school gave Kelly a hard time — saying she was still just a kid, teasing her about being too young and inexperienced to go out with a guy like Bart. She came home fighting back tears. It was her first real date, and she was suddenly afraid.

“Kel, what’s the big deal?” I asked her as we sat together on her bed on Thursday night. “I mean, like, he asked you out. You’ve gone out with boys before.”

“But this is different, Kris,” she told me. “This is my first real date at a dance and all, and he’s an older guy. Like, what if he wants to kiss me? I — I’ve never kissed a boy before… not a real kiss, anyway.”

“You haven’t?” I asked her incredulously.

“No,” she told me, “just a peck on the lips with Dan when we went to the movies. That was nothing.” She started to cry. “That’s what I’m worried about. He is going to, to expect me to know how to kiss him, and I’ve never even done it. If I mess it up, the other girls will find out — and they’ll never let me h-hear the end of it.” She was sobbing now. “Everyone w-will laugh at me, Kris!”

I wrapped my arms around Kelly and held her close. She continued to cry as we hugged. I wanted to help her out so badly, but had no idea how. I mean, this was my older sister, the girl I idolized, who I’d always thought of as being so much more worldly than me — weeping in my arms, terrified of flubbing her first kiss.

I patted her back consolingly. “You should practice kissing before you go out with him, Kel,” I murmured.

She gazed helplessly at me. “Who c-could I get to do that?” she cried. “If I asked any boy to help me learn how to kiss and the word got out, I’d be finished at school. Everyone would think I was a total geek!”

“Well… what about one of your girl friends?” I replied. “Like Lynn. She’d help you out, wouldn’t she?”

Kelly slowly shook her head. “I couldn’t ask another girl to kiss me, Kris. What if she told someone? I mean, Lynn’s a real friend, but she can’t keep a secret. And if that got around at school…” She shook her head again. “No way. I wouldn’t dare.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, you’re right. Lame idea.”

Suddenly Kelly sat back and stared at me. “W-would you try it with me, Kris?” she blurted, taking me completely by surprise. “Like, you and I can practice kissing together… couldn’t we? That way I’ll totally know how to do it by Saturday!” Her eyes were bright with excitement.

Her request took me by surprise — I didn’t know what to say! She was my sister, and I did love her, but I’d certainly never thought about kissing her that way. Heck, I’d never even thought about kissing a girl before. Back then, fooling around with someone of your own sex was not the available option it is today.

Still… her suggestion did seem kinda interesting. Weird, but interesting.

“Come on, Kris — it’ll be fun!” she squealed, enthused by this answer to her problem. “I mean, like, you’re my best friend, and we can learn together.”

“Yeah, but…” I started, not sure how I really felt about doing something like that with Kelly. She pleaded with me, though, and what little resistance I had soon faded away.

“Look, sis… you are going to want to know how to kiss someday, right?” she asked, her hand on my arm. “I mean, you’ll be dating yourself in a couple of years. Just think — you’ll probably be the only girl in your grade who’ll know what to do!”

Okay, that sold me on the idea. I smiled and said “All right.”

“Really?” she cried, clapping her hands. “Oh, Kris, this is going to be so great…” Then she fell silent, gazing at me shyly. It was awkward for a moment, the two of us staring at each other.

She took a deep breath. “Okay. Let’s do this. Why don’t you pretend that you’re a guy, and it’s our first date, and we’re parked in your car up at Douglas Point.” That was the local make-out spot.

Kelly fell silent and closed her eyes, waiting for me to make the first move.

I trembled inside as I slowly moved towards my sister, bringing my face to hers. Our lips came together in a soft, slow kiss.

We sat there for a moment, our lips pressed together, and I felt Kelly slowly wrap her arms around me. I felt her body press against mine, pushing me back onto the bed, then she shifted so that we lay side by side, our mouths still pressed together, both of us clad in our usual sleeping attire, t-shirts and panties.

Then her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I melted.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I was responding to my sister. Our tongues met, touching tentatively at first as we began to explore, our bodies beginning to throb with heat. It was my first French kiss ever, and I was so excited I was practically shaking!

My big sister and I were making out on her bed, and I loved it! My body was tingling, pulsing with new desires and sensations as we continued to kiss. Many years later, I still get chills when I think about my first “practice” with Kelly, and how happily I savored the sweetness of her mouth on mine.

Suddenly Kelly’s lips left mine, and I nearly protested — but then she was nuzzling my jawline, and I leaned back, mouth falling open as she slowly kissed a pathway down my neck. I adored the softness of her lips against my skin, her tongue tracing the hollow of my throat. She had shifted on top of me by this time, our legs entwined, and we slowly started to grind against one another. Things were getting quite heated when I pushed her head back and moved my lips to her neck.

“Oh Kris, that’s really nice,” she purred. I was kissing her neck like she had mine, tongue trailing along my sister’s beautiful skin, our bodies slowly sliding together as our embrace became hotter and more passionate.

Our kissing continued on for many minutes, both of us loving this mutual first experience at making out. When we eventually broke our embrace we both giggled and hugged one another, telling each other that it was a good thing that we’d just done, feeling happy and thrilled that we now knew how to kiss.

I had blissful dreams that night, reliving the sensation of my sister’s sweet tongue in my mouth.

The next morning was a bit awkward at first. At one point we were both naked at the same time, and there was an instant of sheepish embarrassment when our eyes met. It was a very weird moment that lasted for a few heartbeats, then we broke out laughing.

“Thanks, Kris,” she said, reaching out to touch my bare shoulder. “You really helped me last night. I’ll tell you all about how it went with Bart when I get home.”

I ended up daydreaming through most of my classes, thoughts of kissing my sister stuck in my head. I also found myself observing the boys around me in a new way, and I pictured several guys that I liked kissing me like my sister had done. My body was awash with new feelings, and I drifted home in a happy daze.

The wait was agonizing, as all I wanted was for Kelly to come home and tell me about her date. What I wanted even more was to kiss her again, but I wasn’t sure how she felt about that. After all, if she had a boyfriend of her own, why would she bother making out with her kid sister?.

I tossed and turned under the covers, growing increasingly restless as I waited for her. Suddenly I heard feet treading up the stairs, and sat upright as the door quietly opened and Kelly slipped inside.

She was positively radiant, smiling hugely, and clearly glad to see that I was still awake.

“Let me get cleaned up, and I’ll tell you everything!” she announced, then darted into the bathroom. I waited for her, beside myself with excitement. She was finally home, the moment of truth at hand.

She practically raced back into our room in her nightshirt, jumping into my bed before I could speak and seizing me in a big hug.

“He did it, he kissed me!” she exclaimed as she bounced on my bed, unable to keep from grinning. “It was so wild. We were alone, and he started to kiss me, and then he Frenched me. I’m so glad I got to practice with you, Kris!”

I was delighted that I’d been able to help my big sister, and my heart began to beat faster when she told me, “Y’know, the funny thing is, you kiss better than he does.” She placed a hand on my arm. “Wanna practice some more?”

“Yeah!” I replied immediately with a vigorous nod.

Kelly wrapped her arms around me and our mouths met, lips quickly parting, tongues meeting and mating. As our kiss deepened, we easily shifted about on the bed so that her thigh was pressing between my legs and mine rested between hers. I felt giddy with mixed pleasure and excitement when our bodies began to grind together — gently at first, then with a rising intensity.

Suddenly she drew back. “Would you do something else for me?” she asked, a hint of shyness in her tone. I was nearly out of breath, but managed to nod. Kelly had me so turned on that I was ready to agree to anything she wanted.

“I’m going on another date with Bart next Wednesday,” she told me, her fingers brushing my lips. I flicked at her fingertips with my tongue, not completely following what she was saying, I just wanted to kiss her more. At last we were on equal ground, both of us discovering things together.

What she said next definitely got my attention, though.

“The thing is, he’s older, and more experienced than me,” she told me as I took her finger into my mouth and sucked at it. “I think he’s going to try going to second base with me on our next date. I want to make sure I’m ready for him, so… would you, um, touch me here?” She gestured to her breasts.

I just stared at her as she brought her face back to mine, and we began to kiss again. She paused to shrug out of her bathrobe, leaving her in t-shirt and panties, then shifted so that she was beneath me and I was on top.

I knew what she was waiting for, but I was nervous. I mean, my own sister wanted me to feel her up! Too timid to make my move, I just kept kissing Kelly until she spoke again.

“Go ahead, Kris — I want you to,” she told me, taking my hand and gently pressing it against her chest.

My heart raced as I cupped the soft mound through Kelly’s t-shirt, slowly spreading my fingers apart. She moaned in response, then her mouth crushed into mine, her tongues darting between my lips.

Growing bolder, I began to fondle her breasts. My sister hummed her approval into our kiss, and I could feel my body growing hot with excitement.

We slowly drifted apart, sharing a wide-eyed gaze that said everything about what we were feeling right then. “Oh, Kris,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful. Don’t stop.” I continued to grope her while she drew in closer to nuzzle my neck, her lips and tongue driving me wild with desire as they lightly brushed against my skin.

Our bodies were sliding together, both of my hands now pressed against Kelly’s breasts. She began to suck on my tongue as I teased her nipples.

She suddenly broke away with a breathless gasp. “Hold on!” Clumsily raising herself into a sitting position, Kelly whisked her t-shirt off and threw it aside, then lay back down, pulling me to her. She sighed happily as my hands claimed her breasts, now wondrously bare. “Yesssssss…”

I licked my way down her neck, all nervousness gone as I explored my sister’s body for the first time. My lips found their way to her chest, Kelly’s heart racing frantically as she ran her hands through my hair. Her breast was inches from my face, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

When I ran my tongue across the erect bud of her nipple, my sister whimpered, “Omigod, Kris…” I took it into my mouth, sucking at the tip of her beautiful breast.

I was lost in a new world of pleasure. My body was hot and moist, my own breasts aching to be touched. I moved back up to her face, and we kissed long and hot, writhing against each other on my bed.

We kept at it a little while longer, and then we separated with one last loving kiss and lay back together, nestled side by side. Her hand found mine and gave it a squeeze.

“That was really amazing,” she told me as we cuddled. “You are helping me so much, and it feels good, too! Let’s practice again tomorrow, ‘kay?”

I spent the whole next day in anticipation of that evening. Sure enough, Kelly came to me that night for more “practice.” This time she made out with me, just like I’d done to her. It was amazing. Even though I hadn’t developed as much as Kelly, my breasts were wondrously sensitive, and the feel of her fingers against me was out of this world. I almost swooned with pleasure when she first kissed and licked my nipples.

Gazing deep into my eyes, she locked into a steamy embrace with me, breasts pressing together as our lips and tongues met.

I could feel how hard her nipples were as we hugged, arms passionately entwined around one another. I’d also become increasingly aware of the heat and dampness that mounted between my legs as we kissed, and I knew that she felt the same, just from the warmth of her own sex as it pressed against my thigh.

“Love you, Kris,” she told me, gently placing her hands on my face. I told her that I loved her as well, and we shared another intimate kiss, my sister’s fingers cradling my cheeks as our tongues swirled together.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms, our bodies nestled closely.

By the time of her third date, my big sister and I had been fooling around every single night. Although she did enjoy being with Bart, Kelly admitted to having more fun when she was with me. And although I was still thinking about guys and wanting a boyfriend of my own, those feelings seemed utterly insignificant when I was with my sister.

That evening, while Kelly was out, I mostly spent in my bed — trying to read a book I liked, but I was too restless to focus on the words. Finally, I put the book to one side, turned off the light and tried to rest, only to find myself tossing and turning, bombarded with images of Kelly and Bart kissing, his hands touching her breasts.

I was feeling some pangs of jealousy — but then I smiled when I remembered how Kelly told me I was better at making out than Bart. Still, I felt annoyingly restless, wanting my sister home and in bed with me.

I teased my nipples, the buds erect and sensitive. The familiar heat and wetness began to spread inside of my body and between my legs. For some reason, Kelly and I had yet to touch each other very much below the waist. I’m not sure why, we never discussed it. I was shy, I suppose… and perhaps it would have been crossing a line we weren’t quite ready to cross yet.

That night, however, I was feeling especially bold; longing for more from Kelly. I slipped a hand inside the panties I wore, fingers curving between my thighs. I’d masturbated before, of course, but something about the way I felt right then made touching myself feel absolutely amazing.

Suddenly I knew that I wanted to, had to, touch Kelly this way. This was what I’d been longing to do with my sister, although I hadn’t realized it until then. We’d made each other feel incredible, but had yet to experience the ecstasy of total release.

I nearly bit through my lip as I exploded in orgasm, moaning my sister’s name as I rubbed my pussy.

Bringing two fingers to my mouth, I tasted my sex. All I could think about now was Kelly, how I wanted to share this with her, how badly I longed to touch my sister like this.

I was brimming with anticipation and lust when Kelly finally got home. By now I’d shed my underwear and lay completely naked under the covers. She rushed into the room, stripped down to her panties and slid into bed with me, giving me a soft kiss.

“So… how’d it go with Bart?” I murmured.

“Oh, okay — I had fun,” she told me as she snuggled up to me. “But I’m glad to be home. I felt more like being with you, actually.”

“I have a surprise for you,” I told her with a smile as we shared a quick kiss and embrace.

“Oooohh!” she exclaimed as our bodies came together. “You’re naked!”

I nodded with a smile as she threw the covers back and stared at my nude body for a few heartbeats. Then with a giggle, she whisked off her own panties and drew me into her arms, our bare bodies entwining.

“Mmmmmm, this feels awesome!” she said to me as we pressed into each other. I could feel Kelly’s hot, damp opening against my thigh, and the warmth of her pussy was driving me wild with desire.

“Tell me what happened,” I urged as I kissed her.

“Let’s talk about it later, okay?” she whispered impatiently, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.” She took my face in her hands and planted her mouth on mine. I purred with pleasure as her tongue slid between my lips and we kissed hungrily for a couple of minutes.

Her face was flushed and happy when we broke apart. “So…” she grinned, “what’s this surprise of yours?”

“I’d rather show you than tell you,” I said. “Just lie back.”

Wanting to see her naked, I threw the covers off the bed as she stretched out, smiling at me expectantly. I rolled on my side, facing her, and touched her gently. She smiled, and my hands began to roam over her nude body as my mouth sought out hers again. As we kissed, I trailed my hand down between her thighs, and we both moaned as my fingers brushed over her mound.

“Oh, yes, Kris! Touch me… touch my pussy!” she blurted, responding to my bold caresses.

“D-do you like that?”

“Ohhh, yes… ohhh, God, it’s so… OH!” Her body jerked as my fingers slid between her moist pussy lips. I touched her the same way I’d fondled myself, getting my fingers wet with the essences of my sweet sister.

Then I got a really hot idea. I brought my pussy-wet fingers up to my lips and tasted them.

Kelly got incredibly excited watching me do that, and her tongue joined mine. “Mmmmm…” we both purred as I held my fingers between our eager mouths. We both licked and sucked her juice from my fingers, and I gasped as she suddenly slid her hand down my body and between my legs, fingering me like I had her.

“Yes! Oh, yes… oh Kelly, d-don’t stop!” I cried as she toyed with my pussy. It felt great when I’d done it to myself, but it was unbelievable when she did it to me. My sister and I kissed hotly as we fingered each other, both of us growing more delirious by the second.

I wanted to go further, though — to put my fingers inside her.

“God, Kris — omigod that feels so GOOD!” she cried as I slipped one finger deep into her hot, slippery hole. Right away, she did the same to me… and the sensation was dizzying. I was trembling now as she began to slide that wicked finger in and out, in and out.

We quickly found a mutual rhythm, both us moaning as our pleasure soared even higher. I felt like I was going to explode, but the sensations just grew more and more intense.

Then Kelly touched my clit with her thumb… and that was IT! My body seized up as indescribable waves of purest ecstasy crashed over me, one after another. It was all I could do not to scream out loud. I could feel the breath shuddering out of my lungs in hoarse bursts of “Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” My hand was still between my sister’s legs, fingers frantically thrusting in and out as I worked to bring her off.

And then she was climaxing too, her face suddenly against my chest, her breath hot on my skin as she bucked and rocked on my hand. We leaned against one another, trembling as our orgasms crested and slowly — so slowly! — receded.

We slept together again that night, peacefully slumbering in each other’s arms.

I woke up very early the next morning, and gazed at my sister’s beautiful body. I had always wanted to be just like her, and now Kelly and I were playing sex games together. I shivered with excitement as I stared at her erect nipples, and lowered my head, extending my tongue to lick one.

Moving slowly, I slid my hand between Kelly’s legs and gently caressed the pink folds of her pussy. Her breathing grew faster as I toyed with her, and she slowly opened her eyes with a smile.

“Good morning,” she cooed. “Damn, that feels incredible.”

I leaned up to kiss Kelly as my fingers brushed her pussy, and she whimpered into my mouth as I pleasured her. She quickly became wet, and my finger was just starting to inch inside her vagina when we heard our mother moving around.

We quickly separated, and she dove into her bed just minutes before Mom opened our bedroom door. She told us both that it was time to get up, then left without a backward glance.

Laughing with my sister at what a close shave that had been, we both emerged from our beds and hugged. Entwining our naked bodies together, we shared a passionate kiss while cupping each other’s bare asses. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful night, and I could not wait for the evening to come, so I could play these sweet games with my beautiful sister again.

We did make out that night — and every night for the next week. The time we spent together naked and in each other’s arms was like a taste of paradise. I couldn’t get enough of my sweet sister.

Then came the night when things changed between us again.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

During the course of the next week, things didn’t go as I’d hoped. My theory had been that these freaky thoughts about Lori were just part of a phase for me, something new and naughty and irresistible — but still, something I’d grow out of once the initial thrill wore off.

If anything, just the opposite happened. It was like being on drugs, and each high took more to reach than the one before it.

I’d watch Lori in the living room, playing with her set of handmade wooden alphabet blocks, the toy she liked best of all. She especially loved to arrange them in neat rows or stacks, though sometimes if a stack fell over, it would make her cry. Lori couldn’t use her blocks to spell words, but derived great pleasure from the shapes of the letters themselves, which she’d trace with her index finger, enthralled. It was a sight that always brought me joy.

Now I thought of interrupting my child’s play time to undress her, carry her to the couch and explore the wonders of her bare body. These thoughts buzzed about me like mosquitoes, refusing to be driven away.

As the days passed, my sexual dreams about Lori only grew in intensity. I began to picture my daughter and I making love in every way imaginable, immersing ourselves in pleasure like the most devoted of sex partners. I imagined her entering adulthood as my lover — a child in a woman’s body, her physical maturity only making our lust stronger.

I lay awake at night, wanting to tiptoe naked down the hallway to her room and slip into her bed. Then one night, that’s exactly what I did.

Rising silently from the bed, I slowly walked out of my room and padded down the hallway to where my little girl was sleeping soundly.

One thing about Lori: when she falls asleep, the house could come crashing down about our ears and still fail to rouse her. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but not by much. Sometimes she’ll doze off in front of the TV at night, lost in the wild whirl of sounds, colors and movement. But even when I carry Lori to bed, undress her and wriggle her into pajamas, she never opens her eyes.

Once inside her room, I could see Lori lying on her back in the dim glow from her Bambi night light. She was flat on her back, her mouth barely open, lost in slumber. God, she looked so cute and adorable! Barely nine years old, she was the most precious thing to me in the world. Now she was also the object of a taboo lust that seemed to consume me whole. All it took was one look at her angelic face, and my inner strength disappeared like morning dew in August.

I silently argued with myself. It wasn’t like I would ever actually hurt or abuse my daughter, after all. I only wanted to shower Lori with love, to be more intimate with her than I’d been in the past. Was that really so wrong? Seeing her childish body tucked up in bed, so safe and secure, my feelings of innocent love and guilty desire grew confused, knotting together into this fierce need that made me ache inside.

But fear and shame finally outweighed my lust — and that was what drove me from her room and back to mine.

I crawled into bed, still naked, then slipped a hand between my legs, where my swollen clit begged to be touched. The erect nubbin sent a surge of raw heat through me when my finger brushed it.

It wasn’t like I’d never been in her room naked before, it was just that I’d never been in her room naked with a purpose. What I really wanted was to be in bed with her, for Lori to be nude along with me, our bodies pressed snugly together. More than that… I wanted to kiss her.

Sure, I had fantasies that went a lot further than that, a lot further. But wanting to kiss her was becoming more than just a fantasy. Not a typical mother-daughter peck on the cheek, mind you. No, I wanted to part my lips, slip my tongue into her mouth and kiss my child with all the passion that burned inside me.

Suddenly I wrenched myself into a fetal position, squeezing a hand tightly between my thighs, cunt aching from the perverted hunger I felt. Had I become some kind of mindless animal, slave to my sexual appetite? Was this the type of woman, the type of mother that I really was? Right then, I was too far gone to feel the tug of conscience. Swaddled in the blankets, I began to masturbate furiously.

So engrossed was I with my twisted fantasy that I didn’t notice the little figure entering my room. It wasn’t until I felt the covers being tugged that I opened my eyes, shocked to see little Lori standing at the edge of the bed, gazing at me.

Of course, she would have no idea what I was doing to myself under the covers, and certainly not a clue about why I was doing it. Even so, I couldn’t help but feel guilty, almost like I when I was caught fingering myself by my mom back when I was twelve. Except I hadn’t been indulging in fantasies of sex with a little girl in those days…

Lori paused, standing motionless, uncertain of herself.

“It’s okay… come here, baby,” I said, reaching out to her. Lifting the covers, I gestured her underneath, and she happily complied.

Lori climbed in bed with me, still cradling her stuffed bear under one arm, and we snuggled together. The fact that I was naked didn’t seem to even register with the child as she spooned me, pressing her back and bottom up against my breasts and belly. Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled Lori tightly into me, nuzzling her tousled hair.

Suddenly I was on the verge of tears as I held my darling daughter close. She was already asleep once again, safe and secure in Mommy’s arms. Was she really safe, though? Would any sane person allow a little girl to be alone in bed with a naked woman who ached to take her as a lover?

I’d always seen myself as a good mother, even during those times when Lori’s handicap was especially frustrating. What had happened to me since then? Was it the fault of the internet — or was that just an excuse to release a desire for lesbian incest that I’d unconsciously carried around with me for years?

And why was my pussy getting wet?

I had to stay in control of myself, to keep from doing anything to my child that a mother shouldn’t. Well, that noble intention lasted all of about two minutes as I felt Lori’s warm little body pressed snugly against mine.

I found myself wishing that she wasn’t wearing her pajamas. Really, since I’m naked, why shouldn’t Lori be naked too? She’d be more comfy, I bet.

With that excuse spurring me on, I reached around Lori’s chest to unbutton her top and carefully extracted her arms from it, then tossed the garment to one side, leaving her bare-breasted — although that description hardly applied to a girl of nine.

Lori stirred, but made no effort to resist me as I slid her pajama bottoms down and off her thin little legs, followed by the plain cotton panties she always wore.

My little girl and I were now completely bare, nestled together under the covers — and my excitement had risen to fever pitch.

We had bathed together many times in the past, but that had felt nothing like this. Back then, even when I washed Lori’s flat chest or her smooth slit, I hadn’t thought of her in sexual terms. After all, that would have been perverted; or at least it would have been to the woman I used to be. That person was gone, replaced by someone I scarcely recognized. This woman felt a little girl’s bare body against her own, and began to respond.

My good sense hadn’t retreated entirely. I heard it; entreating me in the distance, telling me to stop now before I did something that could never be undone. But as I caressed Lori’s smooth legs that voice grew fainter and fainter, until finally it was finally silenced by my own rationalizations.

The questions spun through my head like thrown coins. Was it really so bad to touch my daughter like this? How could it be immoral for a mother to share pleasure with her little girl? Why should I hold back from expressing my true feelings for Lori? Just because she was only nine, did that mean she couldn’t enjoy making love? She was my daughter, after all, so who had the right to tell me what I could and could not do with her? I adored Lori and would never hurt her; why shouldn’t we be intimate?

Step by step, I convinced myself that what I wanted to do with Lori wasn’t evil. My feelings of guilt melted away, replaced by the most incredibly intense feelings of sexual love for my child. I had never felt like this about anyone before, even my husband. Especially my husband.

It was almost animal-like; raw instinct triumphing over rational thought. It was the purest emotion a mother could have, I decided, this need to be close to my little girl in every conceivable way. I was a loving parent, God damn it, not a pervert. How could my love be wrong?

The die was cast; my decision made.

My hand glided up Lori’s thigh until I was caressing her thin hips, then moved to cover her tummy. I paused to rub her there, and a tiny contented sigh escaped my baby’s lips. Slowly, ever so slowly I continued on, making my way down Lori’s body until I was cupping her vulva. I really wasn’t playing with her, just letting a hand rest on the rise of my daughter’s mound.

My heart raced as I awaited Lori’s response. Would she push my hand away? Would she enjoy this?

Actually, there was no response from her at all. I saw her eyes blink; that was all. What was she thinking? I wished she could tell me. My poor child’s stunted vocabulary wasn’t sufficient to describe what she must have been feeling at that moment. What I would have given to hear Lori speak right then; to tell me in her halting voice that she liked my touch, and wanted me to keep fondling her.

Much as I longed to explore her bare slit, I let my hand move back up her thin body, over her belly and to her smooth, flat chest. I teased her tiny nipples with my fingertips, trying to remember how it felt to touch myself there when I was her age. My mother had certainly never caressed me this way!

Suddenly, I wondered what I would have done if she had. If my mom had tried to make love to me, would I have responded in the way she wanted?

The idea really turned me on, so I suspected that, yes — my mother could have had me as a lover if she’d tried. Clearly, this craving for lesbian incest ran deep in me.

I continued to caress my baby’s chest. Someday Lori would ripen into womanhood and leave this little-girl frame behind, though her mind would always be that of a child. I imagined the two of us sharing a life as lovers; watching her grow, continuing to pleasure her with my mouth and fingers along the way.

Lori was beginning to shift about as I caressed her, so I relaxed the arm I had around her waist, allowing her to move more freely. I half-expected her to pull away. To my delight, she turned herself around to face me instead. I drew her up into my arms once more and she nestled into me, her face pressed against my breasts. I recalled how lovely it had felt when she fed from those same breasts as an infant.

I traced paths down her back with my fingertips, unable to resist going a little lower with each stroke until I was fondling her bare bottom. My body throbbed like an idling engine as I gently squeezed it, savoring the tightness of her pert little cheeks.

Lori squirmed a bit as I allowed my fingers to trail through her anal cleft. It didn’t seem to bother her; In fact, she snuggled even deeper into me. I could only imagine how she might respond if I began to pleasure her for real.

Still, I didn’t want to frighten her with too much, too soon, so I took my hand away from my child’s bottom and began to stroke her back again. After awhile, we both drifted off.

Before I knew it, the alarm clock was yammering: time to get Lori up and off to school. I reluctantly — oh God, how reluctantly — disentangled myself from Lori’s embrace, hoisted myself into a standing position, then shambled into the new day.

After a shower, a brisk rubdown with the towel and my morning cup of coffee, I gently awakened my child. Stretching her thin arms, Lori yawned, then clambered from the bed, still naked. My heartbeat quickened as I drank in the sight of my little girl wandering into the hallway, making her sleepy way to the bathroom.

Later that morning, watching Lori climb into the van that took her to the special school she attended, I found myself wondering if any of the other moms saw their little girls in those cute blue plaid uniforms and felt the same helpless longings as me. Did any of these suburban housewives dream of undressing their daughters; exploring the delights of their childish bodies?

I fixed breakfast — but instead of sitting down and eating, I found myself pacing the house like a caged beast. My head was filled with intensely sexual thoughts and images that seemed to grow stronger and more vivid by the moment. I was actually grateful for having to go to work, just to take me out of myself for a few hours.

That night, I managed to eat dinner and watch TV with my Lori without any change in our routine. I kept stealing glances at her, though, moving about the house or sitting next to me in a long t-shirt and panties, overwhelmed by thoughts like I wonder what she would do if I bent down and began kissing those sweet pale thighs? Anyhow, I got through the evening, eventually tucking my baby in without further incident.

In the middle of the night, I woke to feel something next to me. Reaching out, I recognized immediately what it was, and my heart began to race. Lori had crept into bed with me again. That wasn’t startling in itself. What did shock me was what was missing — her nightwear! She was completely naked!

I felt a wave of heat surge through me, and my heartbeat kicked into overdrive. My little girl had undressed completely before getting into bed with me, and now her warm, bare little body was pressed snugly against mine. My cunt was on fire.

In the cover of darkness I couldn’t see Lori, but certainly felt her there. And though I heard a faint cry of conscience, begging me to pull away now and stop this perverted lunacy, my hands had a mind of their own. I began to explore my child’s nakedness.

When I curled my arm around Lori, my hand slipped down her silky-smooth back until I was cupping the pert globes of her bottom. Surprising me, she wriggled her hips just a little as I held it. God, the little minx! It was if she was daring me to go further…

As if that wasn’t enough of a surprise, I felt my little girl nestle into me until she could reach around my waist — and just like that, she twined her arms about my body, reaching for, finding and fondling my ass!

Once I got past the initial thrill of being intimately touched by my little girl, it occurred to me that Lori was just mimicking my own actions, as she so often did — no different, really, from the way I would give her a few kitchen utensils to play with when I was cooking, just so she could follow along with me.

Except… she did seem to genuinely enjoy having her bottom caressed. Maybe she really was trying to return my affection, to make her mommy feel nice.

Either way my curiosity was aroused, along with my lust. Just what else would she imitate?

Still fondling my little girl’s rump, I allowed my free hand to drift upward, caressing Lori’s flat chest, pausing to toy with her tiny nipples, lightly brushing them with the tips of my fingers. Was it only my imagination, or did they stiffen slightly to my touch?

Sure enough, my little copycat began to mimic my actions, her hands seeking my breasts. She cupped them, felt their weight and heft, then grasped my nipples between finger and thumb — getting the feel of something new and interesting, just as a child naturally would. And it felt marvelous.

Just a few days earlier, the very idea of my nine-year-old daughter fondling me that way would have been unthinkable. At that moment, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, my little girl and I touching each other, exploring like two kids playing doctor.

It was lovely, truly lovely — but I was already hungry for more.

I gently drew Lori’s face toward my breasts, pressing a throbbing nipple against her lips. Then, wonder of wonders, I felt her lips part for me, and my baby gingerly took the tip of my breast into her warm mouth and began to suck. A wave of joy surged through me, so powerful that I longed to cry out to the heavens.

She nursed on my nipples; first the left one, then I gently guided her to the right. God, did Lori have any idea at all how good she was making me feel?

By then, the darkness of the room was maddening. I had to see this.

Reaching back, careful not to take my breast away from Lori’s mouth, I reached for the reading lamp on my nightstand, Taking hold of the switch, I twisted it on to the low setting. Looking down, I saw my daughter’s eyes, briefly blinking up at me before she returned her attention to my breasts.

Aware as I was of what was happening at that moment, the sight left me dizzy with excitement. This was no longer a crazy fantasy. My little girl was in my arms, naked and nursing from me. I was on the verge of truly possessing my child, making her my lover.

I felt a coolness on my left nipple as Lori released it from the heat of her mouth. With a contented sigh, she nestled into me, and I cradled her in my arms. Burying my face in her honey-brown hair, I breathed in its sweet smell, placed a few small kisses in the silken strands, then let them stray to her forehead.

Lori tilted her face up toward mine, silently encouraging me to continue. She’d always loved being kissed by me… well, now Mommy was going to teach her little girl a whole new way to kiss.

I let my lips lightly brush her eyes, cheeks, the tip of her nose, then a feather-light peck on Lori’s mouth. I whispered, “I love you, baby girl,” then kissed her once more, allowing the kiss to linger for a few seconds..

Drawing back, I studied my child’s face for signs of puzzlement or distress, but her gaze was perfectly tranquil. Giving her a warm smile, I moved in once more to claim Lori’s mouth with mine. This time I parted my lips, languidly brushing them against hers in a very sensual way, then traced her lower lip with a soft flick of the tongue. Lori’s eyes briefly opened, then drifted shut once more.

I seduced my little girl with kisses, made gentle love to her mouth. And soon, bless her, Lori began to respond — timidly at first, but oh, how my heart sang when her bashful tongue first engaged with mine!

I met the child’s passion and raised it, coaxing her into deeper, hungrier kissing. She quickly got the idea, enthusiastically joining me in this fun new game.

At first it really was like a game to her, too — I felt my baby girl’s childish delight as our tongues playfully sparred and mingled together. But since Lori so seldom used language to communicate, I’d taught myself to be hypersensitive to shifts in her moods… and I could sense when our kissing became more than just fun to her.

She began to kiss me back with what seemed to me like a steadily mounting passion, finding and savoring the pure pleasure in this sensual dance of lips and tongues. Soon my little Lori and I were Frenching like lovers.

I tried to still the trembling of my hand as I reached down between Lori’s thighs, and she seemed to almost instinctively part them, causing me to wonder if she understood what I was up to. Was it possible that, on some level, my poor autistic daughter had some primal understanding of sex?

Once again, I was cupping my little girl’s sweet bare pussy. This time, however, I intended to fondle Lori until she came, if that was possible. Can a nine-year-old even experience an orgasm? I asked myself.

I wasn’t going to stop at simply caressing my child’s vulva, not then. My index finger began to glide up and down her slit, then I allowed the tip to gently inch into Lori’s vagina.

Later I would look back and realize that this moment, more than any other, was when our relationship of mother and child truly became something more. Yes, I’d touched Lori in ways that some people might’ve thought inappropriate, but nothing that would have gotten me arrested.

That was about to change, the law be damned. There was a line bordering the calm, safe life I’d been living and the realm of complete abandon, and this mom was going to cross it.

My finger eased deeper into my little girl’s pussy, at least up to the second knuckle. It was incredibly tight, but Lori was already moist enough for her sex to allow me entry — could that mean she was experiencing sexual stimulation?

The tip of my finger was gently pressing against the thin barrier of her hymen. I wasn’t ready to take my daughter’s virginity, though the idea of being her first fuck make me shiver deliciously.

Lori was gazing up at me, a hint of curiosity in those placid blue eyes… no doubt wondering why Mommy was touching her this way. To reassure my child, I began to place tickly little kisses on her cheeks, nose, chin, eyelids. Then when my lips brushed hers, she startled and thrilled me by wrapping both arms around my neck and clutching me tightly. Lori’s mouth opened, her tongue emerging to engage mine.

We kissed with a joyous, fierce passion that had my head reeling.

As I made love to Lori, it seemed impossible that I could actually be doing such a thing; fingering my little girl’s slit like some perverted sex fiend. Well, maybe that’s what I was. One thing for certain: never before in my life had I been so aroused, every atom of me simmering with lust. But this raw heat was tempered and sweetened by the all-consuming adoration I felt for my daughter. The very blood in my veins seemed to sing with love.

Proceeding as cautiously as possible, I worked my finger about inside Lori; making tiny circles. Her eyes widened in surprise; a small gasp escaped her lips. Then she slowly sank back into the pillow, allowing these strange new sensations to carry her wherever they would.

With my thumb, I sought out my child’s tiny clit and lightly stroked it. A delicate, barely-there caress; soft as a butterfly kiss.

Lori seized my arm. “Uhhhh… uhhh…” my daughter moaned, suddenly breathing hard and clearly agitated.

I immediately froze, afraid I’d gone too far. But little Lori, bless her soul, shook her head frantically as it to say No — don’t stop, don’t! Placing her free hand on mine, she firmly pressed it against her bare vulva.

A wave of joy suffused me, so intense that I nearly came right then. My baby girl loved this, wanted me to give her more.

So I did. My finger resumed its circling inside Lori’s vagina, my thumb brushed the nubbin of her clitoris. She relaxed again, this time giving me a dreamy smile and a nod of the head.

I masturbated my ten-year-old daughter, gradually leading her to the point of release. Her breathing grew ragged, and her eyes were soon glazed over with pleasure. Occasionally Lori would pat my wrist, clearly encouraging Mommy to continue.

Before long she was making soft mewling sounds, her slender body beginning to quiver as if she was growing restless. Right then, I knew she was anything but.

Suddenly Lori went bone-rigid, eyes huge, her hand gripping my wrist instead of patting. A gurgling cry escaped her throat — and I knew that my little girl was having her first orgasm.

For most women, there’s no experience on God’s green earth that matches the rapture of coming, but when you’ve never had one before, especially at the touch of another, the moment can be terrifying. I felt a quick twinge of worry that my child might feel frightened by what she was going through, and began to place soft little kisses on her face, trying to reassure my daughter while continuing to masturbate her.

She wasn’t scared, though. In fact, Lori tilted her face up to mine and began to shower me with clumsy kisses of her own, stolen in the midst of her rapture. My fingers remained busy, fondling my baby girl’s increasingly juicy slit.

Finally a deep shudder raced through my daughter’s body, her voice rising to a squeak; then she went limp in my embrace.

We lay together in blissful silence, my hand resting motionless upon Lori’s vulva. I could feel the still-frantic thrumming of her pulse, gradually slowing.

After awhile she turned to me, draping a leg over mine as she rested her face on my breasts, giving them a few sleepy kisses. I touched my lips to the child’s slightly damp forehead.

Then something happened that I’ll remember to my dying day. Lori raised her face and, giving me a dreamy smile, said, “Mo-mommy… g-g-good.” Her head dropped to my shoulder, that smile still adorning her sweet lips as she fell asleep.

I shed a few tears of purest joy, cradling my daughter to me as she slumbered peacefully, our naked bodies nestled together. I felt such love in my heart for her, stronger than life itself.

*****

Each night after that, Lori came to my bed naked, slipping beneath the sheets and into my arms, ready to play this wonderful new game. I thought it best to let her take the initiative, to be the one who decided if we would make love or not. We would start out with kisses and caresses, then go further, a little more each time.

As the week progressed I showed her how to fondle me and explore my cunt, where to touch me to make those magical feelings happen. On the fourth night, I taught Lori how to get her entire hand inside, and she fucked me to a glorious orgasm.

It wasn’t until the next night that I got the courage to lick my daughter for the first time. She’d been sucking my nipples when I gently rolled her onto her back, put one hand on each knee and spread her thighs apart. I could see the questioning look on her face as I lowered my head to Lori’s vulva and let my tongue lightly caress the baby-smooth cleft of her vagina. This time she immediately understood what I was doing, and spread her legs wide for me, welcoming the touch of Mommy’s mouth.

What a beautiful experience that was, going down on my little girl. The taste of her was ambrosial, all I’d dreamed of and more. I licked her pretty pussy until she cried out loud, her hands tangling in my hair as I brought her to ecstasy, then beyond.

Of course, my little angel had to mimic everything I did, so no sooner had I raised my face from between Lori’s legs than she was sitting up, pointing at my sex, stammering “M-m-me!” making it clear in her way that she wanted to lick me too. How could I refuse?

There was something so fucking erotic about seeing Lori sprawled out before me, tenderly kissing my pussy. I’d shown her where my clit was and she already knew how great it felt to be touched there, so it didn’t take long for my little girl to bring me to a wall-shaker of a climax.

Two years later, Lori and I are still lovers. She gets so much happiness from pleasing her mommy, and I adore making her feel good as well.

She will often come to me naked while I’m reading, washing dishes, or folding laundry, and give me that special look, letting me know that my baby girl is in the mood for love. Her hand will find its way beneath my t-shirt to cup a bare breast, or into the gym shorts I usually wear around the house these days. Never with panties, unless I’m on my period. I want my daughter to have access to her mommy’s body whenever she feels the urge.

Just moments ago, as I was typing in the last few sentences of this story, Lori padded into my room, her body completely bare, that warm light glowing in her eyes. I sat back in my chair, gazing contentedly at my daughter as she began to caress my pussy. Our mouths slowly drifted together, and we shared a long, gentle lover’s kiss.

I took Lori by the hand and led her to my bed. Once there, I quickly undressed, then lay back, open for my little angel. I always let her pleasure me first — she preferred it that way. Kneeling between my parted legs, Lori gave me the sweetest smile. It nearly always made me feel a little like crying, seeing how much my precious daughter loved to love me.

Propping myself up on both elbows, I watched as my little girl leaned forward and began to lick my pussy. It was an incredible sight — one that, coupled with the skill of Lori’s sexy mouth, soon had me moaning in pure bliss, lost in an orgasm that seemed as if it might never end.

Soon as I could draw a steady breath, I raised my little girl up and kissed her full on the lips. The taste of my cunt on her mouth made my heart race with excitement. I gently laid Lori down, burrowed between my daughter’s thighs, and licked her until she came.

The End

By JetBoy

As I passed by a neighborhood church today just as the Sunday service had ended, I paused to watch as the congregation made its way through the exit doors — adults exchanging halfhearted greetings with one another and stifling yawns; children spilling out into the sunlight, giddy with freedom.

I thought of where those people had been just moments ago, listening to their minister as he droned on and on about sin and redemption, then found myself wondering how they would respond if they knew the pure, unvarnished truth about me and my daughter.

Imagine the uproar from these good Christian souls if I were to stand before them and publicly confess what goes on between my little girl and me behind the doors of our home. What disdain, what condemnation, what outright hatred would they call down upon me for loving my child as I do?

Then again, perhaps there are a few other mommies here who might feel a twinge of hidden kinship with me, having pleasured and enjoyed their daughters in the same way — or they merely long to, and lack the courage to try.

My name? For our purpose, let’s say it‘s Carrie. In nearly every respect, I’m a typical suburban single mom, divorced and in my late twenties. I have a daughter who I’ll call Lori, ten years old. She is the light of my life, in more ways than one.

Lori is different from the other children in our neighborhood in one crucial way: she is autistic, the fragile shoots of her mind damaged before they had the chance to sprout and thrive.

In some ways, her autism is mild — she doesn’t injure herself or have fits. On the other hand, her language and communication skills are stunted. She seldom speaks, and will probably never be able to read, even on the level of a kindergartner. For the rest of her life, Lori will be a little girl who needs to be cared for.

It’s not easy, at first, to tell that Lori is who she is. Her eyes aren’t dull and lusterless, like those of so many autistic kids. Instead, they are large, bright as winter snow, but lack involvement with the world around her. My daughter has an angelic face, one that enchants strangers until they come to realize her condition. I’ve encountered it dozens and dozens of times, and still I feel impotent rage at the cheap pity I see on people’s faces when they realize. Oh, I see. Retarded. What a shame, what-a-shame.

My husband Mitch was like that — except that most of the pity he felt was for himself, saddled with the misfortune of a defective child. Oh, he went through the motions of being a caring father, but they seldom rang true. He never was truly at ease around Lori, and she sensed it.

What infuriated me was that Mitch couldn’t get far enough past our daughter’s disability to understand what a sweet, beautiful soul she had. Lori was an enchanting little girl in her special way, endlessly lovable — but to him she was damaged goods. He never said as much, but I knew, and it couldn’t help but affect what we had. By the time our marriage fell apart, I was coming to despise him. He’s out of our lives completely now, and good riddance.

As my daughter grew older, there was a change she went through that I hadn’t expected: she became more aware of her body and as a result, grew a bit more shy. Not long after she turned seven, Lori decided that she no longer wanted me to bathe with her. By then, my child was mostly able to wash herself anyhow, so I gave Lori her privacy. I’d often shared the tub with my little girl in a completely innocent way — nothing at all sexual in the experience, or at least not that I understood at the time. Since things changed between Lori and I, we bathe together often and love it.

So what happened to my daughter and I to set us on this path of forbidden pleasure? Simple enough: it started one evening when I began chatting on a lesbian website, a few months after Lori’s ninth birthday.

One day, a few of my co-workers and I were snickering over an article in our local alternative weekly about women who engaged in dirty talk on the computer. We joked about the whole thing, but I found myself intrigued by the idea of sharing sexy thoughts with a complete stranger. Eventually, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to seek out one of these chat sites and take it for a test drive.

There was another reason that the idea of anonymous internet sex appealed to me: I’d been having secret fantasies about women for years, and since Mitch had abandoned me and Lori to run off with a receptionist from his accountancy firm, I was fed up to the tits with men — hungering for something, anything different. Seeking out interested women via my computer seemed like a safe, anonymous way for me to dip a toe into the lesbian lifestyle without committing myself.

So one night, I sat down in front of the computer, logged on, took a deep breath and entered the address of the site I wanted. Lori was asleep, and I was feeling lonely.

My first impression was shock when I saw how blatant and forward these women were, right from the outset, without any hesitation or build-up. They wanted to know was how old I was, if I shaved my pussy, if I liked large breasts, if I owned a strap-on — and, yes, if I would meet them for sex. There were teenage girls who claimed to be looking for a mommy figure to fuck them, housewives eager to cheat on their husbands with a woman, grown ladies seeking young hotties. It was all pretty overwhelming, truth be told.

I got over my nervousness surprisingly fast, though — and after an hour or so, found that I was totally wet. I’d never done anything remotely like this before, and the rush I got from it was exhilarating! There were gay women who wanted to chat with me about everything imaginable, and I reveled in their attention.

Finally I’d had enough, and went to my bedroom to masturbate. Lying naked on the bed, I fingered myself without mercy as I imagined meeting some of the women I’d chatted with to indulge myself in pleasures of the flesh, allowing my new lovers to do whatever they wanted: eat my pussy, fuck me with a dildo, lick my asshole.

Then I began to imagine myself doing those things, drifting into a new fantasy where I was going down on a woman and eating her juicy cunt — and that only got me hotter.

When I finally came, I practically soaked the bed! It seemed like ages since I’d been so aroused — and so satisfied.

The next day at work I was sipping coffee in the break room when one of my co-workers brought up the subject of sex chat rooms again, a bit embarrassed as she admitted that she’d visited one herself just last night. I couldn’t help but grin, and she instantly knew that I’d done the same. I blushed when she prodded me for details and only shook my head, knowing there was no way I could tell her that my internet sex talk had all been with other women — and how much the experience had turned me on!

That night, I drank a few glasses of wine to make myself warm and tingly, impatient for 9 PM to roll around to I could put Lori to bed.

As soon as I’d tucked her in, I hustled myself into the study, stripped naked, switched on the computer and logged onto the lesbian site. Knowing what to expect this time, I’d put a thick towel down in my desk chair before sitting.

Right away, a dozen women were trying to engage me in a chat. The funny thing was even though my profile was accurate – single mother, age thirty-four, with a daughter of nine — I was just as popular as if I’d claimed to be eighteen and in college. Women don’t seem to be as fixated with having young lovers as men — though as I quickly discovered, some females not only have an obsession with youth, they take it to an extreme.

At first, all the chats were about pretty standard stuff – women fucking women in a variety of role-playing situations. Then, out of the blue, one woman wrote: I’d like for your little girl to join us when we fuck.

Needless to say, I was stunned. What kind of woman would even think about sex with a nine-year-old girl?

It made me feel all weird to even imagine involving my little girl in such a perverted discussion, fantasy or not. My pulse was racing, and my palms suddenly felt damp. This isn’t right, I told myself.

I was just about to kill the site and shut off the computer, then paused; thought about it.

Did I really want to run away from this chance to explore my sexuality, just because the chat had moved past my comfort zone? I couldn’t help but feel like it would be chickening out.

I pondered this mystery woman’s proposal. Since this would be just roleplaying, would it really be all that bad? It certainly wasn’t like I’d actually be doing anything with Lori, after all. Nothing but a fantasy, really. After all, I told myself, you used to masturbate while dreaming of being fucked by the family dog.

Still, it is your own little girl we’re talking about here…

I sat in front of the computer, frozen with uncertainty as my conscience struggled with itself. Despite my apprehension, I found something strangely fascinating about this kinky scenario of Lori, me and a lesbian stranger in bed together.

Could it be some kind of weird joke? I wondered. Maybe she’s just trying to get a rise out of me.

The beep of an incoming message broke me out of my trance, and I saw that the woman I’d been chatting with had posted a new comment: Are you still there?

Taking a deep breath, I typed, What is it exactly that you want to do with my daughter??

She answered simply: I would LOVE to lick her pussy while you watch. Then I want to see you make love to her, kiss her sweet little naked body all over.

I stared blankly at the monitor. The shock I felt at seeing those words somehow knocked me completely off guard, so much so that I didn’t even recognize a wave of sexual heat building up in me until it hit like a loaded truck.

Somehow I managed to shut down the chat window before I fell to the floor, thrusting a hand between my legs to masturbate. I lay there panting furiously, fingering my cunt even harder than I had the night before, lost in a freaky fantasy like nothing I’d ever imagined.

I was thinking of my little girl as a sexual creature, imagining myself cuddling naked with her, teaching her about love. I pictured her bare, virgin slit, and saw myself licking it. I dreamed of the two of us, sharing passionate tongue kisses. I saw my own little nine-year-old daughter, joyfully giving herself to me.

What hidden corner of my mind had this desire emerged from? To this day, I don’t know the answer. True, I’d always enjoyed bathing with Lori, and had felt a keen disappointment when she no longer wanted me to join her in the tub. And I’d always been stirred by how beautiful my child was, the sight of her often making me glow inside. But those feelings had always seemed normal, something any mother might experience.

Had I already wanted my little girl as a lover without knowing it? As I lay there on the carpet, plunging three fingers into my dripping cunt, just about anything seemed possible.

I pounded myself through two frenzied orgasms, one immediately following the first —  immersed all the while in weird sex scenarios involving Lori. Somehow afterwards I made it to my feet and stumbled into the bedroom, where I promptly passed out.

The next morning, I made my way to the kitchen in a daze as if I’d been boozing it up the night before, all the lewd thoughts I’d had forgotten as I started the coffee, steeling myself for another day at the office. But when I saw Lori wander in, sleepy-eyed in her little pink top and white cotton panties, it came back to me in a rush, all the sordid images of incest and pedophilia I’d masturbated to just hours earlier.

I was consumed with remorse. My God, how could I have ever have had such thoughts about my baby? She was so sweet, so innocent, and above all, so trusting — and there I was, getting off to thoughts of taking her into my bed for my own fucked-up, selfish pleasure. For heaven’s sake, I was her mother. How could I fantasize about my little girl that way, even if it was just a masturbation scenario?

After breakfast, I passed by my study and stared grimly at the computer, sitting there silently, betraying not a hint of the perversion it had spurred me into.

Maybe I should have the Internet account closed, I thought.

I toyed with the notion for a few minutes, then decided to sleep on it for a day or two before I did anything drastic.

As the day passed on the job, I began to calm down a bit. Maybe I’d gotten carried away the night before because it had been so damn long since I’d gotten laid. Taking care of Lori filled up so much of my life, after all, and let’s face it, being the single mother of a “special needs” child — God, how I hate that fucking expression! —  made the dating scene a hell of a lot more complicated than it already was. Just finding a competent babysitter could be a major headache.

Still, I told myself, if you’re having perverted sex fantasies about your nine-year-old daughter, it’s a sign that, whatever it takes, you need to get out there and find someone to fuck, if only for one night.

Maybe that was what I needed — a good old-fashioned one-night stand. No relationship, no potential love interest, just someone to make my bed shake for one crazy evening. And since I’d been thinking in terms of a female partner, it was definitely a woman I longed for. Still, I didn’t feel quite ready to hit the lesbian bar scene, not yet.

By the time I picked Lori up from her school, I was feeling somewhat better. True, the memory of my twisted fantasies about her were still fresh, and I could feel stirrings of arousal at the sight of my smiling little girl as she ran to the car, her bare legs flashing in the afternoon sun beneath that pretty blue skirt she wore. But I felt that these longings were temporary, and I was strong-willed enough to purge them from my mind.

All of which, I suppose, goes to show how foolish we can be in the face of sexual desire. Lust is a demon who, once conjured up, won’t be banished with the wave of a magician’s wand. She’ll catch you unawares when you least expect it — and there you’ll be, a bitch in heat with itching fingers and soaked panties.

That night, as I tucked Lori into bed, I bent down to kiss her goodnight, just as I always have. When my lips touched her cheek, I suddenly felt an almost uncontrollable urge to turn her face to mine and kiss her on the mouth. In my mind’s eye, I saw my tongue sliding between Lori’s lips; saw an affectionate peck turn passionate.

I recoiled, frantic with fear at the realization what I’d almost done — what I longed to do. I felt it between my legs, that familiar twinge I get when I’m on fire with sexual want. But it wasn’t thoughts of a grownup lover that filled my mind, male or female — it was my nine-year-old daughter who made me wet!

No, no, no! This isn’t happening…

I hurriedly whispered “Goodnight, baby girl,” rushed into my room and threw myself on the bed, terrified and shivering at this… this insane thing that was snarling and writhing inside me. For God’s sake — did I have no control over myself?

As if to prove that I didn’t, my hand seemed to naturally find its way into the skimpy panties I wore, seeking my shaved pussy. In desperation, I plunged two fingers deep into my vagina, trying to visualize something, anything besides my little girl, stretched out on her bed naked, gazing up at me with those big blue eyes, so warm and loving — no, God damn it, NO!

Desperately flailing about for a distraction from these thoughts of Lori, I summoned up the memory of a lesbian film clip I’d seen once and never forgotten: a thirtyish woman having her pussy eaten by a cute young dyke with a crew cut. In my mind I desperately seized the image, hugged it close, pictured myself spread out on a bed, imagined a hot, eager mouth feasting on my cunt.

Yes, this is what I should be dreaming of, being taken by a real lover… mmmmyeah, a strong, sexy girl.

I made the young lesbian go down on me, visualized my trembling fingers touching her bristling red hair, cropped close on her skull. Something about that spurred my crazy lust even higher.

Suddenly the fantasy shifted; it wasn’t me she was licking, but my nine-year-old daughter. I saw this imaginary lesbian going down on Lori, tasting the bare slit of my child, whose face was aglow with bliss. I stood naked next to the bed, watching this butch teen make love to my little girl.

Lost in this fantasy, I did the most unimaginable thing. Clambering onto the bed, I carefully straddled Lori’s face, lowering my wet sex to her open mouth.

As I masturbated, I imagined the feel of her tongue as it cautiously explored my cunt, then grew bolder, burrowing inside me. I fingered my clit as my little girl ate me sweetly, lovingly; all the while watching her getting licked by that sexy teen with the crew cut.

Then I was coming hard, blows of pleasure crashing into me, battering away what little sense I had left.

After coming at least three times, I laid in bed totally exhausted. My head spun crazily, as if I’d spent the night knocking back tequila shots. The very walls seemed to be wobbling. Finally, I collected myself — and that’s when the guilt set in, just like before.

My God, I’d done it again! My poor little Lori. She was only a child, for Christ’s sake; my daughter, my own flesh and blood! I couldn’t allow myself to feel this way, not ever.

And yet, and yet… the vision of my naked child taunted me, made me crave things I shouldn’t. I pictured her wearing nothing but a sweet smile, wanting Mommy to play with her in this new, exciting way.

I felt torn in two as the motherly, protective side of me did battle with the newly emerging lesbian, the half that ached to teach my little girl everything about love.

Oh, I told myself that this was just a momentary craving — I was sure to get over it once I really explored sex with a woman.

By JetBoy

I can’t exactly remember how I got there, only that I’m somehow seated in a nearby chair, drinking in huge gulps of the cool, clear afternoon air. My eyes slowly flutter open, and there is my Cinnamon, standing before me with both hands clasped shyly before her. Mom’s arms are wrapped around my baby’s thin waist.

“I love you, Mommy!” squeals Cinnamon, the nude little imp climbing into my lap and squirming deliciously against me. “That was even more fun than I had with Susie!” She peers up at me, blushing. “Can we kiss some more? Pretty please?”

Our mouths seem to drift together, and I sigh in happy disbelief as my daughter feeds me her tongue. I respond, kissing the girl with a passion that warms my soul.

And then there is my mother, perched on the arm of the chair, the heat of her mouth brushing my neck. I turn to her, and she crushes her lips to mine, cupping my face between both hands and fucking me with a probing tongue. I lose myself in Mom’s embrace, letting her have me.

Then she breaks away, turning to stare lustfully at Cinnamon, and their mouths slowly come together. I marvel at the sight of my own mother and daughter, French kissing like the most ardent of lovers. I can already feel my desire reawakening, as if the earthshaking orgasm I’d just been nailed by had been scarcely more than a tremor.

Their lips gently part, and Mom glances at each of us in turn. “So,” she murmurs, a curious gleam in her eyes, “who’s Susie?”

My child blushes and giggles, and suddenly seems to be very interested in a patch of grass near her feet. I answer: “She’s Cinnamon’s best friend… though you could say that Susie is, well, her first lover.”

My daughter peers at me as she mulls over this bit of information… then a huge smile appears on her face. “Wow, yeah…” she whispers. “That’s so cool!”

Mom laughs, placing a hand on Cinnamon’s neck, lightly stroking her granddaughter’s soft skin. “Well, that’s very sweet…” Her hand slips down my child’s chest, fingers brushing her tiny nipples. “…and you’re truly a lucky little lady. By my count, you have three lovers now.”

“Ah, yes,” I reply, grinning hugely. “I think you’re right.”

Cinnamon glances from me to Mom and back again, puzzled for a heartbeat or two. Then she squeals in giddy delight, throwing both arms around my neck and hugging me, sobbing, “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Before I can draw a breath she’s sliding from my lap and racing to her grandmother to embrace her every bit as tightly, burying her face in Mom’s generous breasts.

My mother nuzzles Cinnamon’s light blond hair, reaching down to squeeze her cute little bottom. Then, with a gentle pat, Mom straightens. “Come, ladies… let’s move this party indoors.”

I stand on somewhat unsteady legs, and we three march naked into my mother’s house, leaving our clothes and swimsuits scattered around the pool.

Mom leads the way, giving Cinnamon and I a good look at her shapely ass. My mother is a still-sexy forty-six, having had me after getting pregnant as a high school sophomore. She’s built like one of those nudes in a Renaissance painting — lively, luscious and full-figured.

Her buttocks are moving enticingly as she mounts the stairs, and my daughter and I exchange a mischievous glance when we catch each other staring. “Look at Grandma’s bottom!” she whispers excitedly.

I can’t help but agree. Few things thrill me more than a woman’s sexy ass, and I was already imagining burying my face between Mom’s cheeks and licking her butt crack. Soon, I promised myself.

I grin at my daughter. “We had a saying, back when I was a teenager,” I tell her, my eyes shifting back to Carol’s jiggling rump. “It went, ‘Do fries go with that shake’?”

Cinnamon grins back. “She’s bootylicious!”

As we reach the top of the staircase, Mom studies us with folded arms, a mock-scowl on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. “If you youngsters are finished passing racy comments on my ass, we’ve got business to attend to.” She leads us into her bathroom, pointing to the shower. “You’re not getting that oil on my Versace sheets.”

I roll my eyes in amusement as we pile inside, Mom bringing up the rear.

Three people in a shower designed for one is a pretty tight squeeze, but it can be a marvelous experience if you’re into it. And we are definitely into it.

Mom pops open a bottle of orange body wash, and the air quickly fills with the scent of citrus as we slather one another with the stuff. And then the fun really gets started.

How delicious it is, the three of us carrying on like horny school kids in the shower; bodies slipping and sliding together in a tangle of sweet-smelling flesh, hands wandering freely. Cinnamon demands more kisses, so Mom and I take turns reaming her pretty little mouth with our tongues. But everyone gets their share of attention in a steamy lesbian make-out session that quickly sharpens our appetites for a further round of fun and games — to be resumed in Mom’s bed.

We emerge, our bodies glowing pinkly, and take turns toweling one another dry before Cinnamon squeals “Come on!” racing into my mother’s adjoining boudoir. She leaps onto Mom’s unmade bed and jumps up and down impatiently as we grownups follow. “Come on come on come on come on!”

“Little imp,” growls Mom, scooping a giggling Cinnamon into both arms and waltzing her around the room, rocking her to and fro a few times like an infant before throwing her back on the bed. My little girl shrieks with delighted laughter as she bounces, then falls silent, staring eagerly at Mom.

Absently letting her towel drop to the carpet, my mother climbs onto the bed, staring into Cinnamon’s eyes, desire written plainly on her face as she reaches out for my daughter’s hand. She tugs the little girl into her arms, enfolding her in a warm embrace. My child tilts her head back to gaze adoringly at her grandmother, then closes her eyes, waiting to be kissed.

I quietly seat myself at the end of the bed, heart thumping at the enchanting sight of my mother and ten-year-old child coming together as lovers. Mom bends down to claim Cinnamon’s mouth with her own, and they kiss gently, lingeringly. Then my daughter’s tongue emerges to play, and Mom sucks at the fluttering pink tip.

Things heat up rather quickly at that point. Suddenly my mother is groping Cinnamon’s bottom and tongue-fucking her childish mouth, while my little girl’s hands explore Mom’s breasts, plucking at the engorged nipples.

Then my daughter is peering back over her shoulder at me, her eyes positively dancing. “Come play with us, Mommy!”

“In a minute, honey,” I reply. “I want to watch you and your grandmother for a little while.”

“Okay,” Cinnamon coos, turning back to Carol and throwing both arms around her neck. They kiss again, and I thrill to the sight of the lustful heat that flows between woman and child, watching their tongues meet and mingle. Then Mom slowly falls back onto the bed, carrying Cinnamon with her.

I’m gently fingering my cunt while my child and my mother make love, rolling about on the bed; their hands eagerly exploring one another’s nude bodies as they kiss again and again.

Then Mom is on her back, and Cinnamon wriggles on top of her, announcing, “Stay still, Grandma, and don’t move… it’s my turn, I get to do stuff to you now!” Her jaw is firmly set, her voice insistent.

My mother laughs joyously, relaxing back into the sheets. “How can I say no?” she coos, stroking my child’s bare back. “I can’t resist you, my sweet little nymph.”

“You better not even try!” Cinnamon growls. She squirms down Mom’s body like a slippery pink fish, fastening her mouth to a generous breast.

“Jesus,” my mother moans, cradling Cinnamon to her.

My child sucks at the left nipple, then the right; fondling Mom’s breasts with both hands while she nurses. I can feel a deep pulse in my cunt that builds to a roar as I anticipate my darling Cinnamon loving me in the same forbidden way.

Then she is leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her grandmother’s body, pausing to dart her tongue into Carol’s belly button. Mom gasps in surprise, eyes popping open for an instant; then they drift shut as she murmurs, “Silly girl.”

Grinning, my daughter continues downward, nuzzling Mom’s tummy and lower until she is lying between her grandmother’s thighs, staring at her juicy cunt. Cinnamon moistens her lips, then presses her mouth into the generous tuft of Mom’s pubes.

This is no tentative, cautious licking. My little girl is going down on Carol with everything she has, eating pussy and loving it. Her blissful humming and the wet, slurping sounds Cinnamon makes become a lustful music that perfectly accompanies her grandmother’s moans and cries. Mom’s fingers are tangled in Cinnamon’s golden tresses, holding my daughter’s face to her sex as she whispers “Sweet child… oh God — oh God I love you…”

Then my mother’s eyes flutter open, meeting mine. “C-come here, Angela,” she pants, “right now. I want to… to taste your cunt.”

I quickly crawl toward Carol, moving on all fours until I’m kneeling beside her. Without a word I straddle her face, slowly lowering my sex to Mom’s open mouth. I’m dripping wet and ready for her, but still feel a surprising jolt of ecstasy when she hits me with that first kiss, then thrusts her tongue deep into my hole.

“Fuck, Mom!” I exclaim, parting my thighs even wider for this delicious penetration.

I am bowed forward while I ride her mouth, taking in the incredible sight of my ten-year-old Cinnamon performing cunnilingus on her grandmother. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, her nose buried in the dark curls of Carol’s bush. It’s lesbianism, incest and pedophilia tangled up in one glorious knot of taboo sexuality, and I’ve never witnessed anything so beautiful.

Wanting to share in my baby’s happiness, I lie down on top of Mom, pressing my breasts into her belly as I bring my face to within a few inches of my daughter’s. “I love you, Cinnamon,” I breathe, on the verge of joyful tears as I gaze upon my dreamy-eyed child.

Cinnamon lifts her face from my mother’s vulva, her mouth and chin shiny with moisture, and we meet in a heated kiss that has my head reeling. My daughter and I swap tongues, sharing the sharp, sweet tang of Carol’s cunt between us. Breaking away, she gasps “I love you too, Mommy!” then burrows between her grandmother’s legs once more.

Mom’s mouth is doing incredible things to my pussy, her tongue circling the entrance, pausing occasionally to flick at my clitoris. It’s clear that she is well versed in the art of lesbian love, and I wonder how the secret of her passion for women could have eluded my notice for so very long.

Cinnamon’s lips are glued to Mom’s cunt, so I allow my fingers to join in the action, seeking out the fleshy nub of Carol’s clitoris. A shudder races through her body in response. I feel Mom’s finger pressing against my rosebud, seeking entrance. I’m already moist there, so she penetrates my anus easily, with one smooth stroke.

The very breath seems to rush from my lungs as my mother’s finger pushes inside — and it somehow becomes a strangled cry as a convulsive orgasm comes down, smashes into me like a crumbling wall.

I am shaking helplessly when I come, especially my arms and legs — but somehow I manage to keep rubbing Mom’s clit. And then she is climaxing along with me, her body bucking beneath mine as she moans into my vulva. Through blurred eyes I glimpse Cinnamon’s head moving along with my mother’s churning hips; my little girl hanging on tightly, still eating Grandma’s pussy.

I ride the pounding waves of ecstasy as far as they will take me, then drift back to shore dazed and concussed, sprawled atop my mother’s soft, womanly frame. She lies nearly motionless beneath me, her breath warm against my still-tingling sex and the length of her finger still buried in my rectum. Cinnamon is nuzzling my face, whispering fervent declarations of love. Then she crawls to the head of the bed to do the same for her grandmother, idly caressing my ass while she kisses Mom.

It takes my mother and I a moment to collect ourselves after ecstasy of such magnitude, and once we catch our breath, Carol and I turn our attention to my darling daughter. We trap Cinnamon between us, showering her with caresses. Needless to say, my ten-year-old proves to be a most willing prisoner.

Mom has yet to taste Cinnamon’s pussy, and very much wants to, so she lies between my baby’s thighs and begins to lavish affection on her bare slit. As for me, I hold the child in my arms, fondling as much of her as I can reach, kissing her little-girl mouth again and again. My fingers tease her nipples, then lightly pinch them.

Cinnamon is placid at first, purring like a newborn kitten as Mom and I make love to her. Soon, though, she is squirming in my grasp, mewling helplessly in the grip of her mounting pleasure. She moans into our kissing, her tongue tangling sweetly with mine. Then she breaks away, burying her face against my shoulder, panting furiously. Her fingernails bite into my skin where she clutches me.

I glance down the length of Cinnamon’s body for a glimpse of my mother as she licks and kisses her granddaughter’s vagina. I’m struck by how happy she looks, as if there was no place she’d rather be but in bed with me and my child. Suddenly I wonder if this is the first time Carol has made love to a little girl.

My thoughts are interrupted by my daughter’s wild cry, torn from her body as she seizes up in orgasm. She falls away from me, body arching from the bed, little fists snatching at the sheets while Mom suckles her clitoris.

On impulse, I begin to lick at her nipples, bathing the tiny pink buds with my tongue. Cinnamon throws her arms around my neck, clutching me tightly to her flat chest, panting “Oh, Mommy, f-feels so good Mommy oh oh yes OHHHH!” Her voice rises to a sharp squeal, then she goes steel-rigid for a few seconds before collapsing limply into my embrace.

I cradle my naked little girl to me, calming her, brushing the bangs from her damp face. Mom crawls up from the foot of the bed to lie on the other side of Cinnamon, and we hug my precious ten-year-old between us. Carol’s mouth is sticky with my daughter’s essence, and I lean over Cinnamon to lick at my mother’s lips, eager for a taste. Placing a hand upon the back of my head, Mom crushes her mouth to mine in a hot, hungry kiss.

Finally we part, the two of us out of breath and staring into one another’s flushed faces. I see something in Mom’s eyes that tells me that we’ve shared something more than just lesbian sex, and the golden warmth I feel in the pit of my belly seems to be in agreement. Am I falling in love with her? I wonder.

I look down at my daughter, still nestled cozily between Mom and me… only to find her wearing a sulky expression, thrusting out her lower lip. “Don’t I get any kisses?” she pouts.

My mother and I exchange a glance and a quick grin; then we pounce at the same instant on my suddenly giggling little girl, the two of us kissing her face over and over again until Cinnamon howls with laughter, finally begging us to stop.

We three lie snuggled together, blissfully content. The bedroom window is open, and sounds of the dimming afternoon drift through. There are still a few birds chirping, and the faint voices of playing children can be heard down the street. A lawnmower sputters into action, dies with a cough, then starts again.

My hand is resting on Cinnamon’s bottom, and I lazily cup a small, soft cheek. She gently nuzzles my breast, and I feel a surge of adoration for my child that warms me from head to toe. I’m in love with her, too, I tell myself. What a situation.

My reverie is interrupted when my daughter suddenly lifts her head up to announce, “I’m hungry.”

Kids. I roll my eyes in amusement — then pause as I realize how long it’s been since lunch. And we’ve just had quite the workout, after all. Hmmm… yes, it’s definitely time for what Winnie-the-Pooh calls “a little something.”

I raise my head to look questioningly at Mom. She glances from Cinnamon to me, then back again. With an affectionate laugh, she rises to her feet, stretches languidly, then smiles. “Come with me, ladies.”

Still naked, we three troop downstairs to the kitchen where, amidst much jollity, we manage to fill a large serving tray with sliced fruit, cubes of several different cheeses, and rounds of bread cut from a long fluted loaf. Mom selects a good Cabernet, Cinnamon unearths a bottle of grape juice from the cluttered refrigerator, and I grab three glasses before we march back up to the bedroom in the merriest of moods.

Mom takes a quilt from the closet and spreads it over the bed, and we hungrily tuck into our improvised feast. Soon we begin to feed one another with our fingers, which quickly becomes a sensual game as we alternate nibbles of cheese and fruit with kisses. Mom dabs my nipple with a wine-moistened finger, then bends to lick it… and Cinnamon and I pass a chunk of apple back and forth with our tongues.

Finally, our bellies satisfied, we sprawl out on the bed and discuss what we’ve done this afternoon; how it might affect our lives as a family. I admit to feeling a bit apprehensive about entering into a sexual relationship with my mother and child, while Cinnamon wonders if I could really “be my mommy and my girlfriend at the same time.”

None of us are sure what the future will hold, but there is one point upon which all of us agree: come what may, we want to remain lovers. What we’d just shared in the heat of sexual intimacy was much too good, too precious to give up.

That established, we relax and begin to regale one another with tales of our lesbian experiences.

Mom goes first, describing how she had been seduced by one of her best friends at the tender age of sixteen. From then on, she preferred women as her sexual partners, but dabbled with men occasionally. My father, who she’d met in college, had actually known of her bisexuality from the start, and had allowed her to take female lovers, as long as she was discreet about it — which, as it transpired, included keeping her lesbian affairs a secret from me while I was growing up.

Dad had been killed in a ski-lift accident when I was nineteen, and it had been rough on Mom and myself, as we’d both adored him. “He was the only guy I ever loved that way,” she sighs, pausing for a sip of wine. After that all her relationships were with women, and out of respect for Dad’s memory she continued to keep her lesbian life private.

As it turns out, all the women in Mom’s tennis club are either gay or bi, even the married ones. Their little group is just a very clandestine way for my mother and her friends to indulge their sapphic cravings in our conservative community. That, by the way, was how Mom had learned of my own taste for females: a couple of years earlier, I’d had a brief fling with a young temp I met at the office, this fiery little punk girl who rocked my universe for two tempestuous weeks. That girl just happened to be the daughter of one of Mom’s tennis club fuck-buddies. Small world.

Then it’s my turn to speak. I tell Mom and Cinnamon of how I’d explored lesbian sex with more than a few girls during my years as a business major; even revealing a few of the kinkier things I’d done, like the day I went without panties and flashed my Women’s Studies professor during class. She got so flustered that she dropped a stack of graded essays that she was handing back to the other girls. But she paid me back with interest for my impertinence later, handcuffing me to the radiator in her office and giving me the fucking of my life with an eight-inch vibrator.

Finally, Mom and I listen raptly while my little girl describes what it was like to learn kissing with her friend Susie; how they had undressed, then bashfully touched one another’s nude bodies. Now her mind is buzzing with ideas about what she can teach her friend the next time they get together.

All this talk of matters sexual has revived our slumbering desires, and so we three come together once more to make love. This time we take things slowly, the reckless excitement of our first encounter replaced by a languid warmth that moves me to the verge of joyful tears. I can tell that my mother and daughter are just as overwhelmed as I from this big, beautiful thing we have found. We all somehow climax together, sharing a mutual orgasm that felt like a benediction from on high.

Mom insists that Cinnamon and I stay the night — as if we’d had any intention of leaving! — so, happy but weary, we slip beneath the love-warmed sheets, exchanging hugs and some extremely passionate kisses before turning out the lights.

I fall asleep quickly, snuggled closely to my new lovers.

*****

Five years have passed since that amazing afternoon… and incredibly enough, the three of us are still sexually intimate. We are free to make love with whoever we please, of course; but my mother, my daughter and I always seem to gravitate back to one another.

Mom has introduced me to the ladies of her tennis club, and I’ve become an enthusiastic participant in their fun and games. In fact, my mother has shared me with her friends more than a few times. Just last month, we had a little party where I served the club members while dressed in nothing but a bow tie and a thong, and Mom offered me up to the ladies as their submissive sex toy for the entire evening. All five women, my mother included, had their wicked way with me; and I came more times than I could count.

Yes, Mom has unearthed and nurtured that side of me that loves to be dominated. Now she is my mistress just as much as a parent. Several months after our first time together, Cinnamon and I moved out of the poky apartment where we lived and into Mom’s house, where I can truly belong to the strong, beautiful woman who gave birth to me.

Actually, I have another mistress as well: my daughter Cinnamon, who is now an exquisite teenager of fifteen. She has developed a serious taste for dominant sex herself — I guess the gene skipped a generation — and she and I often get up to some very twisted antics together.

Last night, after she finished her homework, Cinnamon called me up to her room and ordered me to strip, then climb onto her bed and lie face down. She tied my wrists and ankles to the oaken bedposts, then teased me with her fingers, lips and tongue until I wanted to scream. I couldn’t, though — my daughter had not given permission to talk. Finally, Cinnamon took pity on me and put on this lovely strap-on cock I’d purchased for her at our town’s only adult sex store, paused to dab a bit of Vaseline on my anus and fucked my ass until I fainted from sheer, unbridled ecstasy.

When I came to, she unfastened my bonds and held me tenderly in her arms, where we whispered vows of devotion and shared the sweetest of kisses. You see, although I’m often used as a personal plaything by Cinnamon, she truly adores me… and the rough, demanding pleasure she gives her mommy is the most wonderful way I know of for my child to show her love.

Most people would be horrified by the secret life I lead with my mother and daughter. They hear the word incest and refuse to let themselves see the wondrous possibilities of a life like mine. The loss is theirs. Honestly, I consider myself blessed.

*****

This story was adapted and vastly expanded from a very short but extremely hot vignette by one-time Leslita author Luvcameltoes, entitled Intergenerational Story. My fervent thanks to that writer for the inspiration.

By JetBoy

It’s a hot August day, and I’m sitting on the patio outside my mother Carol’s house, whiling away the afternoon while Mom is off playing tennis with her friends. My ten-year-old daughter Cinnamon is nearby, splashing playfully in the swimming pool as I lounge in a striped deckchair, sunbathing in a skimpy bikini.

The summer sun warms my oiled body, giving me a sweet tingling between the legs. Almost without thinking, I press my thumb against the thin material covering my pussy. A prickle of pleasure wafts through me, and I begin to fondle myself more intently, fingers snaking between my thighs to brush a now throbbing clitoris.

Suddenly I realize that my little girl is standing right next to me, clearly curious as to what I’m up to. I glance down to see the crotch of my bikini bottoms pushed to one side, revealing my shaved slit.

“What’re you doing, Mommy?” Cinnamon asks, her head tilted to one side.

I pause to study my daughter. She is an adorable, gazelle- like creature, still wet from the pool in her two-piece bathing outfit. Her sapphire-blue eyes are wide as she watches me, and I quickly adjust my suit. For a fleeting instant, I catch a glimpse of what looks like… disappointment on Cinnamon’s face. Is she really that interested in seeing my pussy?

Despite my display of modesty, the arousal I’m feeling is growing even stronger. I don’t know why, but I’m kind of turned on at the thought of my little girl watching me pleasure myself. I’m bisexual, with a strong preference for women and a secret craving for young girls, but I’ve never been sexually aroused by Cinnamon before. Well, almost never.

I gently tell her, “Mommy is just making herself feel good, baby.”

She ponders this for a moment, nibbling at her lower lip, then says, “I do that, too. Susie showed me how.”

Susie? Stunned, I slowly sit up in the chair, mind racing. Susie was Cinnamon’s best friend, and they were incredibly close, but I had no idea that she and my daughtet had been exploring their bodies together.

“What… what kinds of things did she show you?” I keep my voice casual, not wanting to startle Cinnamon with my eagerness to know more.

An apprehensive look flutters across her face, as if she suddenly realizes that she’s said too much. “Um, well…”

Placing a hand on her arm, I give it a comforting squeeze. “It’s all right, honeybunch… there’s nothing wrong with you and Susie playing that way. In fact, that’s one of the nicest things that girls can do together.” I smile warmly. “So… what else happened?”

Shy but willing, my daughter continues. “Well… she, um, taught me how to kiss… for when we get boyfriends, you know? With tongues and everything.” She grins, her cheeks turning a lovely pink. “It felt weird at first… but I liked it!”

My heart is pounding, though I manage to keep my cool. “That sounds really nice, honey. My best friend was the one who showed me how to kiss, too.” Actually, we went much further than kissing, but Cinnamon didn’t need to know that just yet.

“Really? Did she… touch you, too?” coos Cinnamon. “Me and Susie did that.”

Oh, my God, this is incredible. I’m dying to hear everything, but don’t want to seem too excited. “Did you undress first?” I ask.

Cinnamon nods, her eyes wide. “How’d you know that, Mommy?”

I grin. “Oh, that’s what girls do, when they get together to play… private games.” I touch Cinnamon’s bare shoulder. “Go on, tell me more about what you little imps got up to!”

She sways to and fro, her hands clasped before her, now happy to share her secret. “We just snuggled with our clothes off, and we kissed a lot. Then we took turns” — her voice dropped to a whisper — “touching each other’s kitty!” She giggles, pleased with her boldness. “I… I really liked doing that, Mommy.”

By now, I’m so fucking hot from picturing my little girl playing lesbian games with her cute little friend that I have to get myself off — I have to! And since Cinnamon is no stranger to this kind of activity, I see no reason why she can’t see Mommy make herself feel good.

“Honey,” I begin, “I’m feeling all warm down in my own kitty, just from hearing about you and Susie… and, um, I sort of need to touch myself some more.” I swallow, then add, “You can watch, if you’d like.”

Cinnamon’s eyes are absolutely huge. She slowly nods. “Okay…”

She perches at the bottom of my deck recliner, utterly fascinated as she watches me slip a hand inside my bikini bottoms and begin to masturbate. Her eyes are riveted to my fingers as they move beneath the thin material.

God, I don’t know why, but this is getting me hotter by the minute. I am so wet and turned on with my little girl observing me that I stop to tug my bikini bottoms off, then drop them to one side. Then I figure why not, and take my top off too. Now naked, I part my thighs and slide a finger deep into my honeypot.

I’m a little worried about the possibility of freaking Cinnamon out, but a glance confirms that my daughter is totally into this, watching eagerly as I pleasure myself. In fact, her hand steals up to her chest, absently touching her budding breasts through the bikini top she wears. I nearly moan out loud when Cinnamon brushes her nipples with the tips of her fingers, and I could swear that I see them stiffen before my eyes. I suddenly imagine myself sucking them, feeling my baby’s nipples swell in my mouth.

God in heaven, I’m seeing my own child as a sexual creature — and, for the first time, as an object of forbidden desire.

I can’t believe what I’m thinking, even as the idea is flitting about in my head like a trapped bird, but there it is, waiting for me to make it real. I know how utterly wrong this craving is, honestly I do. But I also find myself imagining how wonderful it would be for my little girl to discover love with her mother. We adore each other already… why couldn’t she and I take our relationship one step further? Somehow, at this instant, it all makes perfect sense.

Heart pounding, knowing that I’m crossing a dangerous line, I whisper, “Honey… do you want to help Mommy feel good?”

Her face lights up, and she excitedly says “Sure!”

I motion her closer, taking her hand, then bring it to my lips to kiss her palm, whispering, “I love you, baby.” My gaze never leaving hers, I draw that hand between my thighs, placing it on my mons. “See, now… this is where you came from, just ten years ago.”

My daughter’s lips are parted, a look of wonder on her face. “You feel warm, Mommy!” Her fingers are tentatively exploring my sex, and it feels so good that I’m seeing stars.

Biting my lip, I manage to say, “That’s because I’m all excited, sweetheart… and when you touch me this way you excite me, you know — very much.”

“Wow,” she breathes, her hand still lightly fondling my vulva.

“Here, honey,” I murmur, “let me show you something else you can do.” I carefully position two of Cinnamon’s fingers at the entrance to my vagina, then slowly ease them inside.

“Mommy,” my child breathes, practically shivering with excitement.

Cinnamon’s fingers are buried in me, deep as they can go… and I grip her hand tightly for a moment, marveling at how lovely they feel. Then I release her, settling back into the deck chair. “Good… very good. N-now move your fingers in and out, baby.”

Cinnamon begins slowly at first, but soon her wrist is moving steadily, fingers pumping in and out of my cunt. It feels so fucking good — but I can take more.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s arm to stop her, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I speak. “Cinnamon, honey… you know, your whole hand c-can fit into Mommy’s pussy, if you push it inside slowly.” Cupping her face, I whisper, “Will you do that for me? ”

She nods eagerly, her eyes alight with excitement.

I lie back and spread myself open for her. Cinnamon presses into me, her brow furrowed as she concentrates. A moan escapes me as her knuckles slide past the vaginal ring, and then, suddenly, she is inside. Oh, my goodness.

I close my eyes and push back against her hand, gradually taking her up to the wrist. My body is vibrating with tiny tremors, as if an earthquake was massing in my center. She is bent over me, absorbed in her work; and I can feel her breath caress my clit.

In a shaky voice I tell her to make a fist, gasping in disbelief as she does. Then I breathe, “Okay, honey… now, move your hand forward and back, just like you were doing with your fingers. Start slowly, though.”

She begins, and I moan ecstatically at the unimaginable fullness I feel, a deep-banked mixture of pain and pleasure that is too intense for words. My baby’s hands are dainty and very elegant, but all I know at that moment is that her little fist is bigger than any cock I’ve ever had inside me.

With trembling lips I stammer, “Okay, Cinnamon… you can g-go faster now.”

Her pace gradually accelerates, and I want to scream at how utterly divine it is. My body is alive like never before as I buck against my little girl’s probing hand. No lover has ever fisted me before, and it feels incredible.

“That’s it, b-baby, twist your hand… and… and… oh yes! YES! Oh Cinnamon that’s so good!” I gasp.

“I love how you smell, Mommy!” my little girl pants, her face inches from my cunt as she works her hand around inside.

Then the craziest impulse hits me, and I find myself wondering just how far I can get my daughter to go.

“Cinnamon, h-honey,” I stammer, unable to believe what I’m on the verge of asking, “Would you like to — ooh, that’s so nice — do you want to make Mommy feel even b-better than this?”

Her eyes are sparkling with excitement. “Yes, Mommy,” she coos, her hand still buried deep inside me. “What do I do?”

I place a finger against my clitoris. “Lick me, honey, right here. If you like the way it smells, you’ll love how I taste.” I bring a wet finger to my lips and suck at it. “Mmmm… it’s yummy.”

My daughter, wide-eyed with curiosity, moves closer to my sex. She gives my clit a timid swipe with her tongue, and I moan out loud. “Oh, yes, baby… oh, yes.”

Clearly liking the taste, Cinnamon begins to lick me with growing enthusiasm. She’s so focused on this new task that her thrusts have ceased, but that hardly matters — every tiny movement of my baby’s hand has my head reeling, and the sensation of her warm tongue teasing my clitoris is positively electric. I’m shivering from head to toe, breathing in frantic gasps.

I place a shaking hand on my daughter’s head. “That’s it, honey! Now… nibble at it a little bit! Oh yes, honey! You’re Mommy’s sweet little girl…” I lean back in my chair, head spinning, edging toward an unimaginable orgasm. Cinnamon has progressed from licking my clit to sucking at the inflamed tip, and her hand is beginning to churn about inside me again.

“Oh, my God,” I suddenly hear from a few feet away.

I sit upright, my daughter’s hand still stuffed deep in my vagina — and go rigid with horror.

My mother Carol towers above us in a white tennis outfit, an indecipherable look on her face. Jesus… she wasn’t supposed to be home for two more hours!

Mom has caught me having sex with my little girl. My life is over.

I quickly look away, my pulse galloping as Cinnamon removes her hand from me with a slurping sound. There’s a roaring in my ears, a cold slab of ice in my belly.

I wait for my mother to explode in rage, but the storm fails to materialize. Somehow I force my gaze up to meet hers, and get another shock when I see… she’s smiling!?

Mom turns to my daughter, who’s sitting frozen, hands clutched in her lap, on the verge of frightened tears.

“Cinnamon,” Carol gently asks, “are you and your mommy having fun?”

“Uh-huh,” comes Cinnamon’s timid reply, my child barely able to meet her grandmother’s gaze.

Mom squats down next to my daughter, placing a hand on her arm. “May I have some fun with you and Mommy, too?”

“Um… sure!” Cinnamon responds, tilting her face up in surprise.

My jaw drops as Mom turns to me, eyes aglow. Reaching out, she draws me to her with a tug, claiming my lips with hers. She kisses me passionately, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Stunned as I am, I can’t help but respond… and so I return Mom’s kiss without hesitation, my tongue flashing to life to join hers.

Mom pulls back slightly, her nose barely touching mine. “I’m into women too, baby,” she murmurs, “and I’ve wanted you ever since I found out you were bi.”

Our mouths meet again, and I melt into the kiss… letting my mother know without a word that I am hers.

Then Mom turns to Cinnamon, who is staring at us with enormous eyes as me and my mother make out like lovers.

“Would you like to kiss me too, honey…?” Mom coos.

Bashfully, biting her lower lip, my baby nods.

Mom draws my little girl into her arms. I open my mouth to protest, then stop. How can I refuse my mother the right to kiss her granddaughter, when the child was licking my clitoris not two minutes ago?

Carol tilts her head slightly to kiss Cinnamon, her lips brushing my daughter’s mouth. Where Mom was rough with me, the kisses she gives my little girl are warm and sensuous.

Needless to say, Cinnamon quickly gets over any shyness she might be feeling. I shiver at the sight of my mother and daughter locked in a passionate embrace, their mouths sliding together, tongues dueling. I see Mom’s hand gliding down my child’s back to cup her pert little bottom.

Finally my mother plants one last kiss on her granddaughter’s mouth, then rises to her feet. Smiling down at Cinnamon, she softly says, “We’ll play some more in a minute, honey, but your grandmother needs some attention now.”

She turns to me. With a single violent motion, Mom rips the tennis skirt from her hips and tosses it to one side, leaving her in a white top and skimpy black panties.

I look up into her hungry eyes as my 45-year-old mother says “Make love to me, Angela.”

The firmness in her voice makes it clear that Mom will brook no disobedience. I haven’t heard that tone from her since I was in high school, running wild with the stoner kids and slackers.

My mother stands before me — strong, beautiful, magnificent. How can I possibly refuse her?

Instinctively, I reach around Carol to fondle her shapely ass with both hands, pressing my face into the rise of her mound. I slowly tug her panties down to her ankles, exposing a generous thatch of pubic hair and a thick scent of wet pussy that makes my mouth water.

I lean in close, knowing that this is where I came from — my mother’s vagina. And now I will thank her for the gift of life, by going down on this juicy cunt and eating Mom until she comes in my face.

Gently at first, I kiss and lick her slit. Then I’m parting her labia with trembling fingers, moaning into that luscious pubic forest as I eat my mother’s pussy in an unrestrained frenzy of lesbian lust.

Mom is riding my face fiercely, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh, God yes, lick me,” she moans, in front of my own baby girl — which only turns me on all the more.

I allow my hand to glide over her bare ass, fingers gently probing between her cheeks to stroke the anal pucker. Then I press the tip into Mom’s rectum, slipping my finger inside her right up to the third knuckle.

Mom reaches down to clumsily paw my breast, her fingers seeking and finding my nipple; giving it a pinch. Seeing stars, I moan into her cunt, then trail my tongue up through the dripping slice until I reach her clit. I flick playfully at the crimson nubbin once or twice before sucking it between my lips.

My mother cries out loud, her climax kicking in hard and fierce. I can feel her fingers tangling in my hair, the shuddering of her womanly frame when I suck the tip of her clitoris. Finally, she pushes my face away, then slowly sinks into a patio chair.

As soon as she catches her breath, Mom gazes at my daughter, a wicked smile crossing her face as she purrs, “Come here, Cinnamon,” accompanied by a crook of her finger.

My daughter dutifully pads over to stand expectantly beside my half-naked mother. Sitting up in her seat, Mom reaches around Cinnamon’s back to unfasten her top, letting it drop into the grass.

As I watch, every atom of me aching with lust, Mom tugs my baby’s bikini bottoms down to her feet, and Cinnamon daintily steps from them. My mother rises to help her granddaughter onto the nearby table, placing her on the edge to face me.

A tiny moan of stunned excitement escapes my lips. I’m seeing my little girl completely naked for the first time in years, and she is so lovely that I want to gobble her up.

As if reading my mind, Cinnamon grins excitedly as she spreads her legs, exposing her smooth sex. All I can think about is how much I want to kiss that juicy pink slit.

Mom moves over to me, unbuttoning and removing the tennis top she wears, then unfastening the bra to reveal her generous breasts. She bends to me and whispers, her warm breath caressing my ear, “Go on, Angela… taste her.”

I rise to my feet and move to where my Cinnamon lies, propped on both elbows and watching me with expectant eyes. Does she fully understand what is happening here? I’m not sure, but this much I do know: my daughter will now know the delights of lesbian love. I will deny her nothing.

Standing above my awed little girl, I bend to kiss her left knee, then the other. She watches, a dreamy smile on her lips. I begin to nuzzle her thighs, slowly working my way between them. Her smile only widens. Encouraged, I trail kisses over the smooth flesh until my mouth is centimeters away from my daughter’s pussy. I stare, enthralled by the soft pink cleft, moist with the dew of a young girl’s arousal. So perfect, so innocent and untouched…

Closing my eyes, I move in to take that first lick, the tip of my tongue grazing Cinnamon’s slit. She whimpers, a delicious shiver coursing through her babyish body, and I lick her again.

She is delicious. Thirsting for more, I press my tongue into the moist flesh, reveling in the scent and taste of my daughter. Slipping my hands beneath her, I cup her soft little bottom, my lips parting to cover her sex with my mouth in the most intimate of kisses. My lovely child is quivering beneath me, mewling with pleasure.

Intoxicated by the newfound delights of lovemaking with Cinnamon, I’ve all but forgotten my mother. So I’m surprised for an instant when I feel her naked body against mine, her pelvis grinding into my ass as if she were fucking me from behind. I think longingly of the strap-on cock I keep under the bed back at home, wishing I had it now so that Mom could possess me completely. Next time, I promise myself.

Instead, I feel my mother’s hand slide around my body to roughly grope at my breasts, pausing to roll each nipple between the fingers, then she shoves her hand down to delve between my thighs. I part them, giving her full access, moaning long and low into my baby’s bare vulva when Mom plunges three fingers into me.

Raising my head from Cinnamon’s mound for an instant, I look back to see my mother’s face, now transformed by lust. She’s a dominating she-beast, taking me, making me her slut. I stiffen with excitement at the thought, and am met with harder, deeper thrusts as her fingers curve into my vagina.

It seems so perfect, so obvious. I’ve always had submissive tendencies, and the idea of being sexually controlled by my beautiful mother makes my head reel. Mom is such a strong, confident woman, and I’d always relied on her advice, her guidance — why had I never thought of giving myself over to her this way?

And then there was my precious Cinnamon, now spread out before me, squirming on the table as I went down on her. How could I have fantasized about young girls for so long while overlooking the flawless gem of my own daughter? I might have raised her to be my lover from the beginning, I think, the tip of my tongue tracing her vulva like a paintbrush.

An image suddenly enters my mind of bringing a five-year-old Cinnamon into my bed, teaching my tousle-headed moppet the wonders of lesbian love. Or of pleasuring her as an infant; licking the delicate crease of her slit as she gurgles happily, little fists waving as Mommy’s fingers brush her tiny nipples.

Jesus, what a perverted bitch I am, I think. Back in the here and now, I slip my tongue into my preteen daughter’s virgin cunt; thrilled at the realization that, whatever her age, I was going to be my baby girl’s very first fuck.

The idea of performing oral sex on a ten-year-old girl is freaky enough, but when it’s the child’s adoring mother doing the licking… well, let’s say that it’s wilder and more twisted than I ever imagined I could be.

As if she can read my mind, Mom is hissing into my ear, “You’re a dirty, dirty slut, eating your daughter’s pussy like this,” as she continues to drive her fingers deep into me, rubbing her breasts against my back. “Now do her ass.”

My baby girl is wiggling and whimpering in ecstasy as I lick her juicy slit. Then when I lift her hips, then trail my tongue down to probe between her pert buttocks, she squeals in a mixture of surprise and delight, parting her legs even further to offer me full access to her rosebud.

Words can’t capture the adoration I feel for my precious child as she gives herself to me so sweetly, sighing “Oh, Mommy… oh, Mommy,” over and over as she experiences oral sex for the first time. But not the last, I tell myself. I’ll definitely be doing this again.

Wondering if I can make Cinnamon come, I draw back, using my fingers to expose her tiny clitoris… and take it between my lips to suckle, sending a ripple of pleasure coursing through her thin frame. Then I place my index finger against her opening and slowly, gently push the tip inside her. My child’s body stiffens for an instant… and then, wonder of wonders, she begins to push back against my loving intrusion, encouraging me to go deeper. I gasp in awe as my exploring digit slips into her body, entering her right up to the third knuckle.

Cinnamon has done gymnastics for years, so her hymen is long gone. As long as it doesn’t cause my baby any pain, there’s no reason why I can’t fuck her, is there? Emboldened, I carefully roll my finger about inside her vagina, the tip making tiny circles. I begin, very slowly at first, to work it in and out.

“Ooooooh, Mommy… f-feels so good!” Cinnamon stammers as she grinds lewdly against my finger, churning her hips in time to my steady strokes. Eager to give my daughter her first orgasm, I bend down to continue licking at her clitoris.

As for Mom, she continues to probe my cunt, her generous pubic tuft rubbing against my ass. She’s nuzzling my back and shoulders, then suddenly gives me a sharp bite on the neck that I’m sure is going to leave a visible mark. How am I going to explain that at the office? I think.

I imagine myself at the water cooler, running into that obnoxious dork Bob from Accounts Receivable, who smirks as he points at my neck, sniggering, Where’d you get THAT beauty? — then, the stunned look on his face as I casually reply, Oh, my mother gave me that when we fucked last night… she’s one insatiable lover.

My baby girl’s moans are steadily rising as I pleasure her with fingers and mouth. Suddenly, with an incredulous cry of “Oh yes, Mommy! OH!” she is coming, in quick shocks that jolt her thin body. I continue to lick and suck at Cinnamon’s vagina, guiding her through what I imagine must be her first ever climax, which rises to a quick peak. She goes limp, her head hitting the table with a barely audible thud.

I lift my face from between my daughter’s legs — and, clutching my shoulder, Mom roughly pulls me back into her until I’m standing upright. Our sweaty bodies are pressed together, and three of her fingers are buried up to the hilt in my throbbing cunt. She allows her hand to slide down my neck and around me to grope my tits. She nibbles my ear, then whispers, “I love you, Angela.”

“I love you too, Mom!” I gasp, clutching her hand to my breasts. Twisting my head around, I seek out her mouth and kiss her as passionately as I’m able to at this awkward angle, wanting to love my mother face to face, but needing her fingers to stay inside me. Our tongues flicker together like twinned flames as we share the taste of my daughter, then I break away, turning back to face Cinnamon, getting a firm grip on the table.

“Take me, Mom,” I plead, my head bowed. “Fuck me, hard as you can. Please… make me come!”

And she begins to work my cunt with an renewed aggression that has me panting, her fingers pumping in and out of my creamy hole like a slippery, relentless piston.

Still seated on the poolside table, Cinnamon watches avidly as my mother fucks me — hard, deep and rough, the way I like it best. Then I see Mom’s free hand beckoning her closer. My naked daughter clambers onto her knees and moves nearer to our hot incest action. It’s plain to see that she is eager to participate.

“Kiss your mommy, Cinnamon,” my mother pants.

My daughter’s gaze flickers to meet mine, a question in her eyes — and my answer is yes.

Cinnamon smiles happily as she leans into me and we kiss, her mouth angel-soft against mine. Surprising me, my child brings her tongue into play first, delicately licking at my lips. A delicious shudder runs through my body as I realize that my daughter is tasting her own juices on my mouth and chin. I curl an arm around Cinnamon’s waist as my lips part for her, returning her kiss. My heart throbs with love for this flawless creature, born from my body.

Mom continues to fuck me, though more slowly now while I kiss my sweet baby girl. Each thrust of her fingers is a small explosion of pleasure, and I sense my climax approaching through the thick haze that seems to envelop me. It begins in my belly, a smoldering heat that quickly fans into flame, then mounts into a roaring holocaust.

Then my mother leans forward to whisper something in Cinnamon’s ear that I can’t make out. Suddenly my daughter breaks our kiss, bending down to take my right nipple into her warm mouth. Mom’s other arm has slipped around my waist, without me really noticing, but it certainly registers when her fingers seek out and find my inflamed clitoris.

My knees nearly buckle as I burst into a convulsive orgasm. Mindless of who might hear me, I cry out, “Oh, yes, Mom, yes! Fuck me! Cinnamon, baby, ooooh God I love you! I love you b-both! Ohhhhhh!”

Mom’s hands wriggle and work between my quivering legs, Cinnamon is rubbing her face against my breasts, kissing wildly at the soft flesh… and ecstasy soars as my incestuous lovers take me higher and higher. A strangled scream is ripped from my throat when the sensations reach an unimaginable peak that seems to occupy a small universe. Then everything breaks into tiny pieces, myself included.

Continue on to Part Two