Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By JetBoy

My name is Tess, and I run a women’s clothing store with my twin sister Angie. We’re a pair of cute, perky redheads in our mid-twenties with a knack for finding fun and trouble — often at the same time.

At our boutique, we are often given the opportunity to see beautiful women in their underthings, sometimes completely naked — and since Angie and I are both lesbians, we seize any opportunity to do just that. Now and then, though, my sister and I score something much hotter than a quick peek.

It was around seven-fifteen on a Tuesday evening, and the store was almost empty. There were only two customers — a mother and daughter who were indulging in some casual shopping. The two ladies really stood out to me because they looked a great deal alike and were both very attractive. The mother could not have been much older than thirty-five, and the daughter seemed to be about fifteen.

Something about the mom and the way she looked at me as she passed by made me think that she might be into women. I couldn’t explain it; you just develop a sixth sense for that kind of thing if you play the field as much as Angie and I do. Anyhow, I found myself watching for a chance to get her alone.

The daughter was looking around while the mother headed for the changing rooms to try on some things she had picked out. Seeing my opening, I gave the high sign to Angie, letting her know I was about to make a play for one of our customers. She nodded slightly, flashing me a quick thumbs-up, and I was off.

Pulse racing, I walked to the room occupied by the mother and tapped on the door. No doubt thinking it was her daughter, she immediately replied, “Come in.”

When I opened the door she was down to bra and panties and was surprised, at first, to see it was me. Slipping inside and closing the door, I told her that I simply wanted to know if she needed assistance. My eyes slowly took in every inch of her as I spoke.

She was taken aback for a few seconds, then relaxed, a knowing smile forming on her lips as she realized why I was there. I smiled back, thrilled that my instincts about her sexual tastes had been correct. I was tingling with excitement — the huntress, out for wild game.

In her hands she had a see-through nightgown that she’d picked out. In my most sultry voice I said, “Put it on. I’ll bet you look stunning in it.”

Her eyes never leaving mine, she unhooked and removed her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Then she slipped the nightgown over her head and posed for me, a saucy grin on her lips.

Continuing my game of seduction, I murmured, “It’s perfect, very sexy… but that gown isn’t meant to be worn with panties.” I moved closer, slowly licking my lips. “Let me help you.”

“I’d like that,” she said, her face alight with anticipation.

Kneeling before her, I reached for the hem of the nightgown, hoisting it up before I slid the lace panties she wore down to her ankles, revealing a gorgeous pussy. I gazed in awe, licking my lips at the mouthwatering sight. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, and her sex was glistening. Obviously, she was ready for me.

Without a word, I buried my face between her thighs and began to lick lustily at the pink flesh. Her cunt was juicy and delicious, and my lips were soon dripping with her honey.

She was still on her feet, leaning back against the changing room wall. I could feel her legs tremble as her pleasure mounted. I fumbled a hand beneath the skirt I wore and slipped it into my panties, craving a little self-stimulation while I went down on this beautiful stranger.

Suddenly a voice just outside the door said, “Momma? Are you in there?”

We both froze. The woman fought to regain her voice, then gasped, “I’ll b-be right out in a minute, honey.”

“Oh, take your time. I just wanted to tell you that they’ve got some really nice Capri pants here, that’s all. I’m gonna go look at the shoes.”

We could hear the girl moving away, so I went back to eating her mother’s pussy — fucking her with my tongue, then moving up to nibble at her clitoris.

She was shaking violently by then, and I knew she was about to come. So I placed two fingers at the entrance to her cunt and, with a single stroke, drove them deep inside her.

“Oh, God…” the mother whimpered, then quickly covered her mouth to stifle the moans as her climax hit. It was an intense one, too, lasting nearly a minute or so. She had a hard time keeping still, but I somehow managed to stay with her, my mouth glued to the woman’s cunt as her pleasure crested and waned.

I brought myself to a quick climax with busy fingers while my lips were still buried in the sticky pubes, licking the woman until she finally slumped against the wall, sighing blissfully as I gently nuzzled her mons. My orgasm wasn’t as intense as hers, but it was enough to calm my raging lust — for the moment, at least.

I raised my face from her bush, and she staggered over to the bench and clumsily sat with a thud, dazed and flushed, gasping for breath. Crawling between the woman’s spread thighs, I knelt to give her a hot, pussy-wet kiss, which she eagerly returned.

I rose to my feet, smiled down at her and whispered, “Rest for a little while, honey. I have to step out for a bit.” I gave her one more quick kiss on the cheek. “Wait here.”

I cautiously peered out of the dressing room, relieved to see that the daughter had moved to another part of the shop.

As I moved away from the changing room, I caught Angie’s eye, wordlessly signaling to her that she should pay a little visit to the room I’d just vacated. My sister and I loved to share women between us, and I figured that this particular lady would totally be up for taking on Angie, too. Of course, since my sister and I look and dress alike, the mother might not even figure out our little game…

Angie eagerly nodded, moving to put up the CLOSED sign and lock the front door. Taking a moment to compose myself, wiping my mouth and taking a quick hit of breath spray, I approached the girl, who was carrying a few items she’d selected from the racks.

“Hi,” I said, drawing near. “Welcome to our shop. I’m Tess.”

The girl gave me a lovely, slightly bashful smile. “I’m Mandy.”

She really was an exquisite creature — a blonde teen ripening into a gorgeous woman. And a wild impulse suddenly hit me: how amazing would it be to fuck a mother and her daughter on the same day?

In my warmest, most sensual voice, I said, “I’ve been in the stockroom, helping your mom find a few things… but now you have my undivided attention.” Then I hit her with a playful wink.

Mandy grinned. “Um, okay.” She showed me the hangers she was carrying. “I’ve found some really cool stuff already.”

“Good!” I laughed. “Let’s have you take some of these for a test drive.”

Even after my hot romp with this cutie’s mother, I was craving more — and Little Miss Mandy was turning me on something fierce. This was absolutely crazy, but I felt a powerful urge to make a move on her. What can I say? I’ve always been up for a kinky dare.

No one was in the store but Angie, myself, and our two hot customers. It was time to play. I just hoped that this perky teen would prove to be as easily persuaded as her mom.

“Let’s go in here,” I told Mandy, steering her to the changing room at the far left corner of our store. Now, I have to tell you about this particular room, because it’s important to the story.

Angie and I had it designed to exact specifications when we had the space remodeled. We call it the Fuck Me Room. It’s mainly used by customers to try on clothes, like any other changing room, but it’s also our own personal space for when we want to spend some quality time with a girl or woman who’s up for sexy fun.

For starters, it’s twice as large as the other changing rooms, with a floor spacious enough to stretch out on. We had extra-soft shag carpet put in, the light switch has a dimmer when you want things softly lit and romantic, and we got the walls soundproofed. There’s even a little closet nearby where we store pillows and blankets, for when we want to get especially cozy.

So if one of our girlfriends drops by, and things aren’t too hectic customer-wise, Angie or I just might take a little break and join her in the Fuck Me Room for anything from casual making out to a hot, wet sixty-nine. Sometimes, after work, Angie and I hole up in there with the pillows and blankets and enjoy a long, leisurely fuck of our own.

That’s right — my sister and I are lovers. She’s been my life partner, ever since we first became sexually intimate as teenagers. And even though Angie and I share an apartment, sometimes we simply can’t wait until we get home to get each other off. That’s where our special room comes in.

Anyhow, I guided Mandy inside, pausing to glance back at my sister. Our eyes met, and she shook her head incredulously, but with a wicked grin. She knew exactly what I was up to. Then she quickly turned away, moving toward the room where I’d left the mother.

Entering after the girl, I quietly closed the door behind us. She was clearly surprised that I had followed her into the changing room, but said nothing.

With a smile, I asked her to get undressed so she could try on some of the items she had brought along. Mandy hesitated for a moment, then quickly stripped down to her underwear. Her breasts were small but lovely, her nipples clearly visible through the bra. She wore plain white cotton panties, and looked delicious in them.

I casually studied her. “Hmmm… have you ever thought of wearing a thong instead?”

She shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to try one, but I don’t think my mom would go for it.”

“Well, they are incredibly comfortable.” I murmured, sidling close to the girl. “Would you like to see the one I’m wearing…?”

She slowly nodded. I could tell that the idea interested her.

Her eyes were locked on my lower half, clearly waiting for me to raise my skirt. Instead, I surprised her by unfastening the catch and dropping it to the floor, exposing my jet-black thong to her wide-eyed stare.

“Wow,” Mandy whispered, “that looks so hot!”

I could tell that she was aroused, and my heart throbbed at the possibility that this lovely creature just might be up for a little girl/girl fun. Like mother, like daughter?

I decided to go for broke, and with a smile, said, “Would you like to try my thong on for yourself? You can if you want.” I licked my lips, then added, “If you look good in it, maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Mandy’s eyes danced with nervous excitement. She stood there for a long moment, probably trying to decide if I was playing some kind of twisted joke. Finally, she slowly parted her lips to whisper, “All right.”

My gaze never left her as I slowly slipped the thong off… and I grinned as the girl stared at my bare vulva.

“Haven’t you ever seen a shaved pussy before?” I cooed.

Mandy blushed, embarrassed that I’d caught her staring. “O-only in pictures. It’s, um, really sexy.”

Moving closer to the girl, I softly said, “You can try on my thong — but you have to lose the panties.”

Her eyes widened in surprise. But then, with a shy smile, she pulled her panties down and off. I still wasn’t quite sure if she would let me fuck her or not, but seeing this sexy teen’s partial nudity was reward enough.

I gazed down at her pussy — a beautiful pink slit, framed by a sprinkling of blonde down. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her.

Without a word, I handed Mandy the thong. She stepped into it, tugging the skimpy garment up and over her hips. I took her arm and turned her toward the mirror. We were both studying her sexy body in the mirror, though I noticed that she was also stealing little glances at me, especially my naked lower half.

That’s when I knew for certain that I could have this teen cutie, just as easily as I’d taken her mother.

I moved in for the kill. Placing my hands on the Mandy’s shoulders, I leaned in to whisper, “Oh, you are a lovely young woman. Sexy enough to be a model, I think.”

She blushed and said, “Aw, no way…”

“It’s true,” I breathed as I undid her bra from behind, dropped it to the floor, then wrapped my arms around her waist. I brought my lips close to her ear to whisper, “Girl, you’re irresistible.”

As my lips brushed her ear, she closed her eyes and leaned back into me. I began to kiss her neck, then trailed kisses down the soft skin of her back, along her spine. She moaned softly as my mouth inched lower and lower.

That was when I glanced in one of the large mirrors and saw that the door of the changing room was now slightly ajar. I froze at the sight of Mandy’s mother peeping through, still wearing the see-through nightie I’d left her in, with Angie close behind her. Very close.

A surge of panic raced through me as I braced myself for the inevitable explosion of motherly rage. Then I realized that the woman wasn’t making a move to stop me from having her daughter.

Whoa… what’s happening here? I thought. Is she getting off on this?

My nerves were still jangling, but my sexual hunger was growing more intense by the second. Knowing that this lovely teen’s mom was spying on us, but not interfering in my seduction of her girl — well, as you can imagine, it had me hotter than a pistol. Damned if I knew what was going on in this woman’s mind, but there was no way in hell I was stopping now. With a secret smile, I resumed my lovemaking.

As I nuzzled my wicked way down Mandy’s back, she bent over, placing both hands on the bench in front of her. I knelt behind and slowly tugged the thong down with my teeth. She stepped out of them, revealing a flawless ass. I spread her buttocks apart with my hands, stealing another quick glance at the reflection of the slightly open door — only to see Angie and the girl’s mother embracing. My sister had her back to the door, and she was kissing the mother, who was watching me and her daughter over Angie’s shoulder.

Wanting to give our audience a good show, I licked my lips, then lowered my face to Mandy’s ass and slowly, slowly trailed my tongue up her butt crack. The teen shivered, whimpering softly. Pressing my mouth between her cheeks, I gave her anus a open-mouthed kiss, then circled the rosebud with the tip of my tongue. Finally, I risked another peek into the mirror.

Mandy’s mother had opened the door completely and was standing just outside the entrance with Angie, both of them fondling one another as they watched me rim this succulent teenager, who had not yet realized that we were being observed.

Careful not to let Mandy see her mother, I stood her up, back to the door, then took her into my arms and kissed her, parting the girl’s lips with my tongue. She responded right away, and our kiss grew hot and hungry. Her hands slid down my back to cup my bare ass.

Gently breaking away, I shrugged off my blouse, leaving me as naked as she was. Guiding her to the padded bench, I positioned the girl on her back. then slowly straddled her face, my sex inches from her lips. Lowering my body onto hers, I dipped my head between her legs to lick at her cunt, hoping Mandy would return the favor.

Sure enough, I felt her hot, wet tongue slide over my throbbing pussy. We quickly found a mutual rhythm, and soon she and I were both eating each other’s cunts like we had been lovers for years. Clearly, this was not her first lesbian experience.

At that point, Angie drew the girl’s mother into the room and shut the door, both of them now completely nude. I felt Mandy jerk in surprise at the sound. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t release her from between my legs to see who had come in. I began to finger the girl’s cunt, raising my head to gaze at the mother as she knelt before us, her eyes glazed with lust.

My sister began to caress Mandy and me, trailing her long, elegant fingers over our bare bodies. The mother simply knelt on the floor before us, unable to tear her eyes from our lesbian mini-orgy. Mandy, reassured that the unknown person in the room was joining in our loveplay, was eagerly eating my pussy again.

The mother was staring at me, her lips slightly parted and trembling with excitement at the sight of me and her daughter making love. Then I noticed that she was openly fondling her cunt. I winked at her, then once more lowered my face back between the girl’s thighs.

Mandy and I licked frantically at one another as our pleasure ascended steadily higher. I was drunk on this moment — the scent of her, the wetness, the liquid sounds of mouths, tongues and cunts, the touch of my sister’s hands; all accompanied by our muffled moans and gasps as we both edged closer, steadily closer to climax.

Then Mandy was coming, her thighs squeezing my head as she bucked and rocked beneath me. The girl’s ecstasy immediately claimed me as well, and I gasped into her dripping pussy as white-hot flashes of pure delight went off like firecrackers inside me, one after the next.

We both shivered deliciously as our mutual orgasm peaked, then waned. I continued to lightly nuzzle Mandy’s sex as we drifted back down to earth; she copied my actions, her lips gently brushing my slit. Finally we both relaxed, my body now still atop hers, the two of us moist with sweat.

I gingerly climbed off the girl, exhaling noisily as I sat down on the floor next to the bench. The mother was kneeling next to me, and she bent down to plant a open-mouthed kiss on my neck. I sighed happily, my hands moving to fondle her breasts as she began to explore mine.

I turned to glance up at Mandy, who was now sitting upright, a look of utter shock on her face at the sight of her naked mother touching me. “Momma…?” she gasped, her voice the merest whisper.

“Hush, Mandy,” the mother said. “Don’t… go to pieces or anything. I’m just having fun, like you are.” She lowered her face to my breasts, her tongue emerging to lick at a nipple. I sighed contentedly, hugging the woman’s face to my chest.

“Hey, girlie,” said Angie, now sitting next to Mandy on the bench. The girl twisted her head around to look — her eyes going even wider, if that was possible, at the sight of my equally nude mirror image beside her. “Wanna kiss me?”

Mandy was, to put it mildly, thoroughly confused by now. “I… uh, I…”

My sister laid a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You sure are cute… and I bet your lips taste really good right now.” She leaned in closer, her mouth lightly touching Mandy’s, barely brushing the girl’s lip with her tongue… then she drew back a bit. “Mmmm, yum…” she cooed, “I just love my sister’s pussy.” And her mouth covered Mandy’s again.

For a second I thought the baffled teenager was going to jump up and flee the room. Instead, she simply closed her eyes and relaxed against the wall as Angie’s kissing grew hungry, urgent. Then Mandy slowly wrapped her arms around her new mystery lover and began to return my sister’s increasingly heated tongue action.

The girl’s mother had raised her face from my breasts and was gazing, enthralled, at my sister and her daughter, now engaged in some pretty passionate loveplay. My arousal began to simmer anew as I saw how intensely the woman stared at her naked child.

“Hey,” I asked her, “what’s your name, lover?”

“Cherie,” she replied, giving me the merest glance before shifting her gaze back to the lesbian lovemaking.

“Mine’s Tess, and that’s my sister Angie. So… your little girl’s a real hottie, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” Cherie said, so quietly I could barely hear her, “God, she is perfect…”

My lips were brushing her ear. “Go on and touch her… kiss her. You want to, I can tell — bet she’d love it.”

Cherie gasped, the naked desire in her eyes unmistakable — but she was clearly afraid to make such a daring move.

I touched her arm, and she turned to gaze helplessly at me. “It’s all right,” I said. “Watch this.”

Tingling from head to toe in delicious anticipation, I crawled up to Mandy, who was still kissing my sister, and gently parted the girl’s thighs. She broke away from Angie, turning to stare at me. Her face was flushed, her mouth wet from kissing, her hair disheveled. Yet somehow, she was more beautiful than ever. I could see why Mandy’s mother wanted her.

My eyes never leaving hers, I lowered my mouth to Mandy’s mound and placed a lover’s kiss upon her slit, deliberately coating my lips and chin with her essence. A soft mewling sound escaped from the girl’s throat as I frenched her pussy, probing her with my tongue.

Finally I raised my face from Mandy’s cunt, then turned to her mother. I seized Cherie’s arm, forcefully drawing her to me.

Making sure her daughter could see, I claimed Cherie’s mouth in a heated kiss. She was startled at first, but quickly recovered to return my kiss measure for measure. She moaned, savoring the taste of her daughter’s cunt as she licked the wetness from around my mouth.

When we finally broke apart, Mandy was leaning forward, staring at us. “God, Momma, that’s so…” she breathed, her eyes bright with excitement.

Cherie slowly rose to her feet, her eyes fastened to her daughter. “Oh, honey,” she shyly said, “you taste wonderful.” She sat down next to Mandy, reaching out to stroke the girl’s cheek with her fingertips. “You are so beautiful, my sweet child… you’ve grown into a lovely woman.”

Mandy reached for her mother’s hand, bringing it to her lips. “I — I love you, Momma,” she sighed.

“And I adore you, sweetheart,” Cherie said, gently placing a hand on her daughter’s breast, caressing the taut nipple. “Does this feel nice?”

“Oh, Momma,” gasped the wide-eyed teen, “oh, yes.” The girl was visibly trembling.

“Mandy,” the girl’s mother began, suddenly shy, “may I… may I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Mandy answered, closing her eyes, lips already parting.

Cherie leaned forward and their mouths met, brushing lightly. Then Mandy suddenly pushed her mother against the wall, her tongue plunging between Cherie’s lips, making their kiss hot and passionate.

Cherie moaned in surprise, but she got over that soon enough, eagerly returning her girl’s embrace. Angie and I glanced at one another, grinning excitedly. Clearly, Mom’s incestuous desire for her daughter was a two-way street.

Mandy and Cherie slowly slipped to the carpet, their mouths still locked together, tongues engaged in a dance of pure lust.

Angie drew me close and we enjoyed a brief, yet torrid kiss of our own, then turned to watch, eager to witness the incredible sight of mother and daughter sharing their bodies as lovers for the first time.

I seated Angie between my thighs, my breasts pressed against her back, then reached around to cup her sticky pussy. I’d already come twice, but it was clear that my sister was in serious need of release.

Cherie and Mandy were frantically making out, pressing their bodies together, kissing hungrily, groping one another. Finally, Mandy tore her mouth from her mother’s to moan, “Oh, Momma — I w-want to lick you.”

Cherie gave her daughter a look hot enough to melt iron ore. “I want to taste you too, baby. Let’s sixty-nine.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” said Mandy, and she rose up to swivel her body around, positioning herself atop her mother.

“Ooohh, Mandy,” Cherie breathed, reaching up to lightly touch her daughter’s sex with her fingers, “you have such a beautiful pussy.”

“So is yours, Momma…” Mandy paused to inhale deeply, “…and you smell so good!” Licking her lips, the sexy teenager burrowed between Cherie’s thighs, covering the woman’s sex with her mouth.

I fingered my sister with an increasing fervor as we watched Cherie moan from the touch of her girl’s lips, her eyes still fastened to Mandy’s juicy cunt. She raised her head from the carpet, her tongue sliding through her daughter’s folds to take that first loving lick.

Mother and child were locked together in a glorious duet of oral love, filling the room with muffled moans and moist sounds as they feasted upon one another. Angie and I watched them fuck, the two of us occasionally sharing hot, passionate kisses while we indulged in forbidden delights of our own.

Angie gasped as my fingers brushed her erect clit — and suddenly she was crying out, her body seizing up again and again as waves of pleasure surged through every inch of her slender frame. I kept toying with her pussy, wanting to keep her orgasm going as long as possible.

Finally she relaxed, leaning back onto my shoulder, placing gentle pecks along my jawline. I drew her up to me and claimed her mouth in a fiery soul kiss. Then we sat back together, savoring the lovely sight of Cherie and Mandy, still eagerly pleasuring one another with their mouths and tongues.

Then mother and daughter were coming, gasping into one another’s cunts as their bodies rocked together in mutual pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of pussy.

Breathing hard, Mandy rolled off her mother’s body to slump onto the floor next to her, wincing as her hand struck the wall. Their bodies glistened moistly, and I felt a sudden craving to taste the salty wetness of their skin. For the moment, though, I just hugged my sister close, letting Cherie and Mandy have their moment together as new lovers.

Mandy stretched, cat-like, then crawled into her mother’s waiting arms. Cherie cuddled her daughter to her heaving breasts. “Baby,” she whispered, “that was… beyond words.”

Mandy sighed happily. “I’ve… I’ve wanted that to happen, Momma. And it was even better than I’d dreamed it would be.” She raised herself, gazing at her mother with adoring eyes. “God, I love you,” she breathed. Their mouths briefly met in a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, angel,” Cherie gently replied, reaching up to caress her daughter’s face. She turned to look, misty-eyed, at me and Angie. “I want to thank both of you — for bringing Mandy and me together.”

“Oh, the pleasure was ours,” Angie giggled. “So… how do you guys feel about taking this party somewhere a little more spacious than a changing room?”

We all laughed at that, then Mandy whispered something to her mother.

Cherie nodded, then turned to us again with a smile. “Why don’t you both come back to our house? We’ve got a pool, a hot tub, a nice wine cellar, plenty of food… and there’ll be no one there but the four of us.”

“And Mom has a huge bed!” Mandy chirped. “All of us can sleep on it.”

“You could stay the night, if you wanted to,” Cherie added.

Angie and I glanced at each other with excited eyes, then back at our new friends. “Sure, why not?” I grinned. “Just let us get the register closed out, and we’ll be ready.”

With much amusement, we gathered up our wildly scattered clothes, and Angie dashed back to the other changing room to get Cherie’s things. It took us at least fifteen minutes, what with pausing to fondle one another and share kisses, but we finally got ourselves dressed.

As Angie fastened her dress, she said, “Maybe we should make a quick pit stop at our place on the way.”

“Need to pick up some things?” Cherie asked.

“Well…” Angie replied, a bad-girl smile I knew all too well on her lips, “Tess and I have quite the collection of sex toys.” Her eyes danced as she looked from mother to daughter. “How wild do you two feel like getting tonight?”

Cherie glanced at her daughter, then back at Angie. “Try us.”

“Mandy,” my sister turned to the cute teen, “how would you like to strap on a nice latex cock and fuck your mother with it?”

Mandy’s eyes were instantly alight. “Wow,” she gasped, “that sounds awesome!” She turned to her mother. “Would you let me do that, Momma? Can I… fuck you?”

Cherie laughed, drawing her daughter into her arms. “Oh, honey, I’d love you to.” She lowered her voice to a sexy purr. “In fact, I especially love taking it in the ass… bet you’d love to do that to me, wouldn’t you?”

Mandy grinned delightedly, then grabbed her shoes. “C’mon, guys — let’s go!”

The four of us took turns freshening up in the office bathroom while I put the receipts and cash in the safe. Angie set the alarm, and I locked the store behind us. Our working day now over, my sister and I climbed into our compact and set off for our place, Cherie and Mandy close behind in their Lexus.

And the whole way there Angie and I were giggling foolishly, the two of us wired with anticipation for the night to come.

By JetBoy

I’d just been dropped off by Mitch at the end of our first date. I was fourteen at the time. He kissed me once more, then drove off slowly, waving as he went. I felt happy and deliciously tingly, watching him go.

We’d had a wonderful night. Mitch had kissed me dozens of times, and I had let him fondle my breasts through my top. I would have been willing to go further with him, but he didn’t push things. I liked that he didn’t pressure me, but I was feeling really aroused. I knew that I’d be fingering myself that night for sure, as soon as I slipped into bed.

I never did get the chance, though… not that night.

The living room light was on, so I knew that Mom was still up and waiting for me. She had been an absolute wonder… buying me some cute new clothes, getting my hair done by her stylist and doing everything she could to help me get ready for my first real date. As I climbed the steps to our front door, I reflected on how great it was to have a mother as cool as mine, who I adored more than anything. Ever since my dad had walked out on us, Mom and I had been incredibly close; a lot more like best friends, really. I knew that there was nothing I couldn’t talk to her about.

I unlocked the front door and opened it to see Mom, seated on the couch, still wearing the short dress she’d had on earlier. “Hi, Mom,” I cooed, and crawled into her lap for a big hug. She wrapped both arms around me, holding me close. After my date, the feeling of her soft body against mine was warm and sensual.

“Hey, babe,” she murmured. “How’d it go?”

“Mmmm, wonderful,” I sighed happily.

“So…” she said softly, but with a smile, “did you two… go very far?”

Like I said, Mom and I could talk about anything. She wasn’t hung up about me staying a virgin; in fact, she had given me a packet of condoms before Mitch got there, just in case we went all the way that night. I hadn’t expected her to ask for details, but didn’t mind giving them to her.

“No,” I replied, plunking myself down beside her on the couch. “We kissed a lot… and he kinda felt me up some.”

“Sounds fun, but maybe a bit frustrating,” she chuckled. “I bet I know what you’ve got planned for later!”

I giggled. Mom had taught me how to masturbate when I was twelve, so that was another topic we had no difficulty discussing.

That had been a real bonding experience for the two of us. We’d both taken all our clothes off, and Mom had let me watch her finger her pussy until she came. Then she watched me as I touched my bare slit, giving me encouragement while I made myself come for the first time. It had been a wonderful experience… so much so that I often wished that we could masturbate together again someday. She never made the offer, though, and I was kind of embarrassed to ask.

Mom sat back, giving me a loving smile. “Actually, Wendy…” she purred, “how would you like to try something different tonight, instead of masturbating?” She smiled. “I think you’re old enough for something new… something very exciting.”

I was intrigued, to say the least. “Well… sure. What is it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Still wearing her mysterious smile, she stood, reaching out for my hand. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.”

I followed Mom up the stairs, watching as the movement of her body pulled the thin cotton of the sundress she wore this way and that. She had always been, to me, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Mom had really nice legs, and her butt wasn’t too big, or too small, just perfect. As she climbed the stairs, her bottom seemed to move almost hypnotically before my face. Then I noticed that it didn’t look like she was wearing any panties. For some reason, the idea of Mom being naked under her dress made me feel all tingly.

“Let’s get you into bed now.” Mom was saying, pulling me into… her bedroom?

I’m sure I looked surprised, so she added, “You’re sleeping with me tonight, sweetheart.” Her hands rested gently on my shoulders as she guided me towards her bed. “You’ve had a very important night in a girl’s life.” She took both my hands in hers and gazed lovingly at me, a light in her eyes that made my tummy suddenly feel all warm, like I’d just had a cup of hot chocolate. “You are so… perfect. So pretty, Wendy.”

She sat on the bed while I blushed at her words, nibbling my lower lip slightly as I stood there just in front of her, unsure of what to say or do.

“Was Mitch nice to you?” she was asking me, her hands sliding down my sides, finding the bare skin of my waist and hips, just below my halter and above my skirt.

I nodded. “Yeah. He’s really nice.” I closed my eyes, thinking of how great he was. He was my boyfriend now, and everything. Mom moved her hands back and forth along my sides, caressing me softly. I wondered if we were going to masturbate together, like she and I did that one time. Then I remembered that she had promised me something new.

“Let’s take this off, okay?” Mom whispered, and I felt her undoing the little catch in the back of my skirt and drawing the zipper down slowly.

I was a little embarrassed, suddenly realizing that my panties were damp, and I blushed a bit.

Mom knew, though, and she banished my awkward feelings with a smile. “Shhh… I know, honey… you’re still excited.” Her voice was soft and husky and her fingers pushed down my skirt, sliding it down my thighs to expose my panties. “Oh, goodness… I guess you really are all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” She tilted her head, staring at my barely concealed sex.

“M-mom?” My voice was barely a whisper and I trembled with a sudden excitement I didn’t understand. Maybe that had something to do with that look in my mother’s eyes. My whole body was like a glowing ember in the heat of Mom’s gaze.

“It’s okay, Wendy… Mommy is going to take care of you now.” She was moving her hands up along the back of my thighs, stroking me gently. I felt lightheaded, as if I might fall down any second. I put my hands on Mom’s shoulders, more from reflex than anything else.

Mom found my bottom with her hands, cupping my cheeks through the thin cotton of my panties and fondling them — gosh, it felt good. Really good.

“Ohhhh… Mom,” I moaned, swaying slightly, nearly overcome by her touch.

“You’re so hot, Wendy… so hot all over.” Mom was saying, rubbing me, touching me. “And inside too, aren’t you? Are you all hot inside, baby? In here?” She leaned forward, her hands still on my ass, pressing her lips to my bare tummy, kissing me there.

“Y-yessssss,” I gasped, digging my nails into her shoulders, staring blankly into space, concentrating on the good feelings filling my belly. My body and soul were immersed in some sweet warmth that seemed to lift me, make me seem almost weightless.

Mom’s tongue emerged to tease the skin of my tummy, then she pushed her tongue into my belly button, swirling it around lazily, licking me there until all I could do was tremble in her embrace. What was happening? Was Mom actually… making out with me? Whatever it was, I had never felt so wonderful in my entire life.

“Let’s take these off,” she breathed, sliding her hands up to the small of my back and then down again, slipping into my panties this time. My heart was racing.

She pulled them down slowly, baring my adolescent sex to her eager gaze. My mind was a kaleidoscope of sensations, emotions. We shouldn’t be doing this, I thought, she’s my mother. But somehow that didn’t matter so much right then.

“Oh, Mom,” I whispered as she gently parted my thighs, revealing my fourteen-year-old virgin sex. I could feel Mom leaning closer once more, her breath on me, her hands returning to my now bare bottom to caress the baby-soft skin there, pulling me closer so I had to thrust out toward her with my hips.

“Such a pretty pussy, Wendy,” she murmured. “Would you like me to kiss it for you?”

I could barely believe what she was saying. My body was on fire. I stared down at myself, seeing what my mother was seeing right then. The swell of my sex, puffy and glistening. I was unbelievably wet and my barely downed slit was flushed and pink, inviting my mother’s kiss. And up above, just at the top of my slit was the nubbin of my clitoris, a tiny pearl of pink that seemed the center of my universe at that moment. It was hot and throbbing and aching, and I only knew I needed someone to love me, or I was going to go crazy!

Why shouldn’t that someone be my mother? Right then, I couldn’t think of a single reason why not…

And then Mom put her mouth on my pussy, turning her head slightly so she was kissing my slit like it was a mouth. I felt the soft warmth of her lips, then the incredible sensation of her tongue teasing across my folds. I whimpered, gripping her tightly as she caressed my ass, burrowing her face between my thighs. She sucked and licked and kissed at my throbbing sex, making sweet liquid sounds that only intensified my pleasure.

When her mouth finally found the button, the tiny knot of fire at the top of my cunt, I jerked so violently that my mother could barely hold me to her. I couldn’t help myself — the hours of desire and pent-up need I’d built up that night surfaced with an explosion of ecstasy I’d never known… never imagined possible!

My body was truly awakened for the first time in my young life, demanding that every part of me surrender completely to my mother’s love. I was helpless against it.

I don’t know exactly what happened for several minutes. Everything just became intensely bright, and it felt as if my body was being turned inside out. There were worlds exploding in my head and I thought this must have been what heaven was like. It was glorious, better than any feeling I’d ever known. So intense it was almost painful, and just on the verge of terrifying. I never wanted it to stop.

But when it did, I found myself lying back on the bed, now completely naked, Mom having removed the rest of my clothes. She was next to me, caressing my face. I was tingling all over… still floating, it seemed, on the wondrous tendrils of warmth that still radiated through my body.

And then my mother was kissing me, the way Mitch had, except… better somehow, different. Her mouth was soft and sweet, with a slight tangy flavor that seemed somehow familiar and alien at the same time. I nearly swooned at the sudden realization that I was tasting my own pussy on my mother’s lips.

Mom held me close to her, exploring my mouth with her tongue, and I could do nothing but respond, my own tongue emerging to join in the sweet games. This couldn’t be happening, my own mother kissing me like a lover, me kissing her back just as passionately… but she was, and I was — and I loved it.

I felt her fingers toying with my sex which, amazingly, still ached, hungered for more. She rubbed my clitoris in little circles, up and down, and my body moved to the rhythm of her fingers. She slid her index finger inside me, right up to the barrier of the hymen… and I moaned in disbelief. All the while we kissed over and over again, as if we’d never get enough.

“Let me take this off,” she told me finally, breaking our kiss and standing to pull her dress over her head, shaking her long blonde hair loose. She was naked underneath it, completely… and I gaped at her nudity, feeling my whole body tremble with nervous excitement. God, Mom was as beautiful as a May morning… and I was suddenly burning with a wild desire to touch and love her bare body, just as she had mine.

She knelt next to me. “I love you, Wendy… my angel.”

Her eyes, shining with adoration, transfixed me. “I… I love you too, Mom,” I whispered. “That was so beautiful, what you made me feel.” I wrapped both arms around her, burying my face in her soft tummy.

“My sweet baby,” she breathed, “please, kiss Mommy’s nipples… do that for me, honey.”

I tilted my head up, gazing at Mom’s beautiful breasts, then extended my tongue to lick at a pert nipple.

“Oh, Wendy,” she whimpered. “Oh.”

Wanting more, I took the tip of Mom’s breast into my mouth, feeling like a little girl again, gently sucking the pink tip. She cradled my head in her arms, holding me to her. “Ohhhh, baby, that’s it, yes… oh, my…” She was purring with pleasure as she gazed down at me, an expression of perfect bliss on her face.

Mom’s breasts thrilled me. I could feel her nipples stiffen in my mouth as I sucked them eagerly, letting her guide me from one to the other and back as she wished. Her free hand was in my hair, my head resting in the crook of her arm. With her other hand Mom continued to fondle my pussy, fingering me gently, always so careful not to push inside too far.

“Here, sweetheart, taste yourself,” Mom breathed as she drew her finger from my pussy, then rubbed it around her left nipple, coating the tip of her breast with my juices. “Sugar and spice… mmmm…” She brought my mouth to it, then her fingers returned to my clit, giving me feather-light strokes that made my hips arch in response. I licked her breast clean, the fires of passion reawakening and raging anew as my mother touched me.

She took my chin in her hand and tilted my face upward, then ran her finger, moist with my juices, across my lips. I parted them naturally, letting her slide her finger into my mouth. Then she leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue circling my mouth to taste the wetness she had left there.

Her eyes ensnared mine again. “Do you think I’m pretty, Wendy?” she asked me.

“Yes, Mom.” I breathed. I felt nothing but love for my mother… and now lust, strange as that seemed. This was a side of her I’d never known. It was wild and exciting, and awakened new and very different feelings inside me. I wanted all of her, wanted her as my lover.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, her eyes glistening, “I’m the luckiest mother in the world, to have a child like you.”

“Mom?” I asked her shyly, “can I… can make you feel good now? ”

“Oh yes, angel,” Mom cooed, lying back and parting her thighs for me, “I’d love that.”

My heart throbbed frantically. This would be the wildest, craziest thing I’d ever done in my life, licking my own mother’s pussy… and I wanted it more than I could remember wanting anything. My mouth watered for her.

Kneeling beside her, I bent down to share a steamy kiss with Mom, then began to lick my way down her body, pausing to flick at each nipple with a playful tongue. I continued on, trailing kisses across her tummy. I nibbled at her belly button, nuzzled her hips, lightly kissed the swell just above her sex. She had a generous thatch of wheat-hued pubic hair that didn’t quite conceal the glistening pinkness of her cunt.

“Oh, Wendy, I love you so much.” She was trembling, I noticed for the first time… every bit as excited as I had been.

I studied her vulva, marveling at its beauty. Nearly concealed in her soft pubes I could see her clitoris, so much more prominent than mine. I gently touched it, eliciting a passionate moan from my mother.

She let me explore her like that for several minutes, getting my first good look at a woman’s pussy, seeing what mine might become over the next few years. Her labia were moist and swollen, darker than the soft pink interior of her cunt. I caressed her with curious fingertips and savored the thick, rich scent, breathing deeply of her arousal.

Mom’s hunger finally became too intense, though, and she tugged desperately at me with a shaking hand. “Oh, baby… Wendy, please…”

I lowered my face between her thighs, first placing a shy kiss on her slit. Then I licked her, softly at first, then harder as she urged me on with her hands and breathless moans. She tasted incredible… and I was soon eating my mother’s cunt with a fervor that surprised me, lips and tongue exploring every inch of her sex.

I took Mom’s clit between my lips, lightly sucking it like she had mine a few minutes earlier. I flicked my tongue across it, and seconds later Mom was arching her ass up from the bed, breath hissing through clenched teeth.

As I continued to pleasure her clitoris, I slid two fingers into her cunt, pushing them in deep the way I’d never dared to do to myself. She was wet and hot inside. I could feel the soft walls of her pussy squeezing around my fingers as I pumped them in and out, and there was so much wetness coming out of her that it was oozing down the crack of her ass.

“Oh… ohhhh, Christ, Wendy… oh, honey! Yes… ohhhh!” She was bucking and rocking wildly on the bed, and it was all I could do to keep licking her. My mouth and chin were dripping with her fluids. It felt like she was going to come at any second… but then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Turn around… t-turn around, Wendy… like this,” she was panting, almost lifting me up and turning me around, then drawing my hips down to her so that I straddled her face. “I want to eat you too, baby… I want to lick my little girl’s pussy while she does me.”

I was on top of her, my budding breasts pressed against Mom’s tummy. I felt her mouth on my pussy again and I gasped out loud, feeling her hands on my waist, clutching me tightly. For a few heartbeats all I could do was lie there, feeling the woman, my mother, beneath me.

Then I buried my face between Mom’s thighs and eagerly claimed her cunt with my mouth, pressing my tongue inside her like it was a little cock and thrusting it in and out. Then I shifted my attention to her clit, kissing and licking at the inflamed nubbin of flesh where my mother’s pleasure lurked.

Mom was tonguing my virgin slit like a woman possessed, licking and stabbing inside me, worming into the tight wet confines of my vagina. I thought she was going to turn me inside out! My heart was pounding, my legs were trembling — I knew I was coming again, and this time it was better. I was almost expecting my climax when it hit, so at least I managed to keep from passing out this time.

Mom made me come at least six times, I think. Sometimes they were huge, like tidal waves that buried me completely; other times they were smaller, almost gentle, like a caress that touched every inch of my body at once.

Finally she let me catch my breath, then I simply lay back as Mom straddled my face, lowering her cunt to my open mouth. I licked and kissed her pussy the way she had mine, using my fingers on her too. When she came, she shook so hard I thought she might fall off the bed!

Mom and I made love several times that night. At one point, she got me on all fours, then she began eating my pussy from behind, then trailed her way up to my butthole! When she pressed her tongue between my cheeks and started licking my crack, I nearly screamed, it felt so good. I’d never even heard of lovers doing such things, but it got me so hot that I had to pleasure her the same way. Years later, I still love anal play.

The whole time we were having sex that night she would call me her little girl, her sweet little girl. She wanted me to call her Mommy, especially when she was right on the edge of coming. That always seemed to really make it good for her, and I didn’t mind. She was my mommy, I thought… and I was her lover.

Finally we lay together, snuggling affectionately. I was tired, but didn’t feel sleepy. Instead I was hot and sticky and glowing with love for Mom. She wasn’t sleepy either, so we just lay there entwined, with my face pressed against her big, beautiful breasts.

“You’re so adorable, Wendy,” Mom told me. “You’ll have a lot of boyfriends, you know… dozens, maybe hundreds!” We both giggled. “But I hope you know now just how sweet making love with another woman can be.”

She bent over me to gently lick my right nipple, making it stiffen. “And when that woman truly adores you, it’s even better,” she said softly. “Like the way I do, angel…”

And Mom loved me all over again until all I could do was cry tears of joy, like the little girl that I still was.

By JetBoy

My mother Amy is the sweetest person I know — shy and soft-spoken, a lovely woman with a good heart who I adore more than I can put into words. Our relationship is very different from most mothers and daughters, though, and this is about how that came to be.

Mother got pregnant when she was in high school, and the jerk who was responsible took off for parts unknown as soon as he got the news, so I never had a father to speak of. She did a wonderful job of raising me on her own, though, with lots and lots of help from my grandparents. They put her through college, looking after me during her classes. She graduated with a bachelor’s degree in business, and was quickly hired by a local accounting firm. Within six years, she’d worked her way up to a partnership, then bought us a home of our own.

My mother showered me with affection; she always made time for me when I needed it, always gave freely of herself. As a little girl, she would hold me in her arms for hours when I was sad or frightened. I was her baby doll, her Julia.

We lived a fairly typical life as mother and daughter, until one day I discovered the deep feelings that dwelled beneath Mother’s quiet exterior — feelings that would lead us both to a beautiful new intimacy as lovers.

And though our life together has been flavored with the spice of romance, somehow our relationship as parent and child has remained intact. She remains my mother, and I her daughter, even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I’ve confided about Mother and I always ask me how it happened. Here’s the story.

One summer morning, while she was at the office, I was about to take a walk in a nearby park, and wanted to borrow this nice peach-colored blouse she had. My mother and I fit into the same sized clothes, and even though our styles were very different, sometimes we like to wear each other’s things. Anyhow, I was rummaging through her top dresser drawer, looking for the blouse, when my hand closed on something flat at the bottom. I withdrew the object and examined it closely. It was a paperback book with a plain blue cover that read Lesbian Incest.

Intrigued, the blouse forgotten, I took this book to my room. I spent several hours caught in its spell, reading the stories of women and girls who found love with their mothers, their sisters, their aunts, their daughters.

The interviews got to me in a big way. This wasn’t fiction, but the stories of real people who loved and wanted and acted, often risking everything they had in the pursuit of passion. At the time, I had been questioning my own sexuality, and many of these women were dealing about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to terms with myself.

As I read, I began to wonder why my mother owned this book. Then, as I made my way through its pages, another, more unsettling question reared its head: does Mother feel this way about me? Does she fantasize about being my lover?

I was stunned that the thought had even occurred to me — and once there, found it impossible to shake. I was no stranger to lesbian love play, having experimented with other girls at my high school. I’d loved it, and was now wondering if I might be gay… but in my wildest imaginings, I’d never considered the possibility of sex with my own mother!

Once the idea had entered my mind, though, it took root. After that, I couldn’t stop thinking about it… about her. I imagined Mother naked and in my arms, her hands caressing my body, kissing my mouth over and over, touching me in intimate places – and then I began to fantasize about loving her in the very same way. It was pretty unsettling, to say the least; especially when I found myself getting extremely turned on.

The more I pictured it, the more inviting the idea seemed. Our relationship was so close and loving as it was, so somehow the notion of taking what we had between us to a new level really made sense.

Somehow I ended up spread out on my bed, masturbating furiously while imagining Mother and I making passionate love. When I came, it was so intense that the very universe seemed to shift on its axis. I’d never had an orgasm like that before.

I lay motionless for a long time after that, feeling my heartbeat slow to its measured rhythm, pondering this newfound desire for my mother. Oh, I knew that such cravings were supposed to be immoral, forbidden… but I didn’t care. The idea of us being lovers just felt right, somehow. All I knew was that I wanted to make my fantasy happen.

How to go about such a thing, though, was a puzzler. What easy way is there to let your own mother know that you want to go to bed with her? I didn’t think I could just take her in my arms and kiss her — but, strangely enough, it almost happened that way.

It was a Friday night, about a week after I discovered my true feelings for Mother. We were spending a typical evening together, and she had cooked a wonderful meal for us both. After dinner we were relaxing on the couch, listening to chamber music. I was feeling so in love with her right then that I had to say something. So I just let my heart take over.

I turned to her and said, “Mother… I love you. You take such good care of me.” Gazing deep into her shining eyes I kissed her gently and whispered, “I want to take care of you, now.” Then I drew her into my arms.

As I held her, she rested her face against my shoulder and sighed, “Sweet Julia.” I felt a few warm tears against my skin.

I raised her face to mine and kissed her again, my lips lingering against hers a little longer this time.

I could feel Mother’s heart pound with excitement as her body nestled into mine. That was when I was certain she did want me, every bit as much as I hungered for her.

I bent to briefly nuzzle my mother’s soft neck, then raised my face to hers, our noses almost touching. Her eyes were shining with love, but I saw desire there as well — a fierce need for the love between us to become something more.

Unable and unwilling to restrain myself for another second, I closed the brief gap between us and our mouths met again. This time, her lips hesitantly parted, and so did mine. I slipped my tongue into my mother’s mouth, and she shivered in my arms.

Soon we were kissing passionately, her tongue joining mine in a sweet, hot duet. My hands found their way beneath her sweater to cup her breasts. Mother moaned into my mouth, her own hands slipping down to fondle my ass. I teased her nipples with my fingers.

My mother’s touch was gossamer and her hands warmed my skin. We fondled and caressed one another, kissing again and again, speaking not a word. None were needed.

Finally I stood and took her hand, leading Mother to my bedroom. But first we kissed some more, leaning against my door and making out like shy but excited schoolgirls.

I undressed her slowly, one article of clothing at a time, unveiling her body. My mother carried a few extra pounds, and there was a slight sag to her breasts, but these imperfections only made her seem lovelier to me. She was a real woman, a vision of fully ripened beauty — and now she was mine.

When she was naked I laid her down, kissing her mouth first, then trailing my way down her body with my lips and tongue. Her neck… her shoulders… her full, creamy breasts, capped by pert pink nipples that I licked lovingly… her tummy, then lower.

I searched out her wet center and found sweet honey dripping there. Gently parting her thighs, I kissed inside the opening flower. She cried out wordlessly, her fingers tangling in my blonde curls. I took my mother in my mouth, exploring her with a probing tongue. She came for me, and it was beautiful.

As Mother caught her breath I rested my cheek on her thigh, gazing in wonder at her glistening sex… the door from which I’d come into the world sixteen years ago. She had a neatly trimmed pubic triangle, hued a golden brown; the flesh of her vulva as elegant as an exotic orchid. I breathed deeply of my mother’s thick scent, still savoring her flavor on my lips.

Then her eyes fluttered open, and she anxiously drew me to her, whispering “Oh, baby… my precious…” her mouth claiming mine in a fevered kiss.

Breaking away, Mother rolled me onto my back, a fire in her eyes that I’d never seen before. I sank into the pillow, offering myself up to this wonderful woman who had given me life.

My mother worshiped my breasts with her caresses. My nipples tingled to her touch. When she loved me with her fingers my clit throbbed for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn’t expect it so quickly and it hit me hard, like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me then, her lips grazing my vulva in the gentlest of kisses until I found myself once more.

We lay together a long time after that in each other’s arms, gazing into one another’s eyes, sharing soft kisses. Mother smiled at me, resting her hand on my cheek… and I twisted to nuzzle her palm. “Oh Julia, my angel,” she whispered, “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.” Her eyes were growing moist with joyous tears. “I’ve wanted this — you and me, together — for a long time.”

I nibbled at her ear and murmured “I love you too, Mother… you mean everything to me.”

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body was like warm velvet against mine. She ran her hands down my back as we kissed hungrily, already wanting more. She caressed my ass, putting a finger to my most intimate opening, and I gasped with delight when she penetrated my rectum, right up to the third knuckle. I panted, “That feels so good, Mother… I like having you inside me…”

“I love you, sweetness, and I love being inside you… touching your beautiful, beautiful body…”

As she gently fingered me, I found myself transported to a place of love, of magic. Our mutual arousal quickly rose to fever pitch, and Mother and I shifted positions on the bed so we could be in each other’s mouths.

I licked her thighs, drunk on the perfumed heat of her body, then buried my nose in her bush to taste the wetness that was so sweet on my tongue, the thick, warm wine that flowed between her thighs. She kissed and licked at my shaved pussy, her every touch a poem of love for me. As she drank from my body I heard myself gasping over the ecstatic rush in my head. “Mother… oh, Mother…”

I was lost to time. All I could do was feel — her hands fondling my bottom, her lips brushing my clit, her flower in my mouth, mine in hers. Then she licked her way to my anus, her tongue sliding wetly through the crack of my ass, and I felt such a consuming joy that I thought I might cry. No lover had ever done such a thing for me. The knowledge that she was willing to pleasure me there only made fed the adoration I felt for my wonderful mother.

Wanting to do the same for her, I buried my face between her cheeks and kissed her asshole like it was my mother’s luscious mouth. I cupped her pussy, stroking her clitoris with my thumb — and she responded with a choked cry, plunging two fingers into my cunt.

I don’t know who came first, but I heard us both moaning as ecstasy poured down upon us like torrents of summer rain. We rode our climaxes together, continuing to pleasure each other for as long as our bodies could take it. Finally we cried out in unison as this pure delight rose to one last, impossible peak, then slowly dimmed to a comforting glow.

Mother and I lay entwined, exchanging vows of love, swearing mutual devotion. You see, we both knew that this was the real thing; that we were meant to be lovers for the rest of our lives. We held one another close crying tears of joy, our only regret having taken so long to find this perfect thing that we now shared.

We two have been a couple for three years, and that time has been pure bliss for us both. We are mother and daughter, best friends, roommates and lovers. She is still sweet, shy and soft-spoken, still the parent who helps to make everything right when the cares of the world are too much to take; our nude bodies tangled together in the warmth of the bed we share.

Mother and I love to fantasize about her teaching me the pleasures of incest as a little girl. In fact, we often play sweet pretending games where I am a child of anywhere from six to ten, Mommy taking me to bed to show me a new way of loving.

Those are wonderful times, as is every moment of sexual intimacy she and I enjoy… but the memory of us coming together on that first night is the one I cherish above all.

At eleven-thirty that evening, Hannah slipped out of her bed, wearing just a battered old Little Mermaid nightdress that she’d had for years. It was too small for her, and the hem only reached a few inches down her pale thighs.

She emerged into the darkened hallway and gingerly tiptoed down to Alice’s room, quietly opened the door and stepped in.

“Hiya,” whispered Alice, sitting up in the center of the bed. She was on top of the duvet, her naked body on display. The room was lit by the bedside lamp, which cast a warm, friendly glow over the scene.

“Hi, big sister,” Hannah whispered back, carefully shutting the door. She pulled off her gown and flung it aside, then scampered over to leap onto the bed. She knelt in front of Alice, and both sisters leaned in to meet in a passionate kiss, as if they’d been lovers for years. Hannah’s hands found their way to her sister’s breasts, teasing Alice’s nipples to aching stiffness.

“Mmmm, we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight, baby sister,” Alice murmured.

“We sure are!” agreed Hannah.

“Just remember to keep the noise down, ‘kay?”

“Sure. Um, so… what do we do first?”

“Well, I’ve done this before, so why don’t I give you a little demonstration of how girls make love? Lie down” — she patted the bed — “and I’ll get you off. Believe me, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before!”

A shiver of excitement darting down her spine, Hannah eagerly lay back and spread her legs, watching eagerly as Alice knelt between them. The older girl’s eyes grew wide as she studied the barely downed pink slit before her.

“Damn, sis,” she breathed. “Your pussy is… it’s one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.” Reaching out, Alice began to lightly stroke her sister’s mons, drawing a sigh of approval from the girl. Growing bolder, she carefully inched the tip of a finger into Hannah’s vagina, then began gently working it in and out, penetrating a little deeper with each stroke.

Hannah closed her eyes, breathing raggedly as her excitement grew. She’d been masturbating since the age of ten — but this was, of course, the first time anyone else had touched her there. It felt fantastic.

The nineteen year old brunette gently fondled Hannah, watching as the girl tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, mewling with delight. Alice’s finger had reached the limit of her little sister’s hymen and, not wanting to taking Hannah’s virginity right then, she began to roll the probing digit in a circular motion, stimulating the vaginal wall — a trick she’d learned from her first female lover.

Gnawing at her knuckle, Hannah stifled a sob of pleasure. What could be better than this? She had her beautiful big sister back home again — and now Alice was making love to her, like they were girlfriends!

Alice marveled at how slippery her finger became as she eased it in and out — God, her sister’s cunt was so hot and wet! She took her hand from between Hannah’s legs and licked at her fingers, humming contentedly as she tasted her little sister.

“Mmmm, what a yummy pussy,” Alice murmured, leaning down to lick her sister’s slit. She ran her tongue up and down the glistening cleft before her, then pressed her mouth against Hannah’s vulva and kissed her hotly — an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue emerging to penetrate the preteen girl.

Hannah was overwhelmed by how lovely it was, the feeling of a warm, wet tongue exploring her inside. Her nipples were stiff; throbbing to the touch, ripples of pleasure flowed like ocean waves through her body. “Oh Alice, that f-feels wonderful,” she panted. “Ooohhhh!” Her trembling hands clutched at Alice’s head, fingers twining into her big sister’s hair.

Soon, Hannah began to come — a white-hot spark coming to life deep inside her, rapidly mounting into an inferno that seemed to consume her whole. She had to clamp a hand over her mouth to muffle the moans she made as her body shook and shuddered helplessly.

Alice drank thirstily at her sister’s cunt as Hannah came nonstop for a good thirty seconds, her elfin face contorted in ecstasy. When it was over, the older girl lifted her head, lips and chin glistening with her baby sister’s essence.

Hannah lay exhausted, breathing hard as her big sister crawled up to sprawl beside her. Nuzzling the girl’s face, Alice murmured, “Your pussy tastes great, sis.”

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah moaned, turning to her sister and kissing her passionately, humming with delight as she sampled the flavor of her own cunt from Alice’s mouth.

They kissed for a long, sweet while, then Hannah pulled away and exclaimed, “Let me lick you now! I want to taste your pussy.”

“Sure, sis. Remember, though, be quiet — we don’t want Dad catching us!”

The girls swapped positions, Alice lying on her back, legs spread wide.

Nestled between her big sister’s thighs, Hannah spent a moment admiring Alice’s cunt, the way her glistening pink lips were framed with neatly trimmed auburn pubes. She gently explored her sister with her fingers, getting to know her intimate parts. Hannah’s eyes widened in awe as she slid a finger into the moistened slit, stroking her sister’s soft triangle with her other hand. “Wow, Alice… you’re all hot inside!”

“Eat me, sis,” urged Alice, her body tingling with excitement, “Lick my pussy, please.”

Flashing her big sister a grin, Hannah moved closer to lick at Alice’s slit. Pausing to mull over the taste, she licked again, her tongue slipping between her sister’s labia to sample the fiery flesh of her vagina. “Mmmm,” purred the preteen girl.

“D-does it taste good?” Alice stammered, her nails digging into the navy blue sheets.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Hannah. “It’s kinda… I dunno, but I like it!” She dove back in eagerly, pressing wet open-mouthed kisses into the pink flesh. Wanting more, she thrust her tongue deep into Alice’s opening, making her big sister moan with pleasure.

God, Alice thought, she’s a natural at this! The twelve year old’s instincts were undeniable, her hot little tongue probing and exploring Alice’s vagina with relish. Then Alice gasped in disbelief as Hannah began to tease her clit with a fingertip while still licking her pussy. With that kind of loving attention, it didn’t take long at all for Alice to come in her sister’s face, clasping a hand tightly over her mouth to dampen her cries of passion.

Hannah took the older girl through two explosive orgasms, clumsily tweaking Alice’s clit with two fingers while her tongue eagerly probed into the moaning teen’s womb.

“Oh God, oh fuck, oh fuck… OH!” moaned Alice, trying desperately to keep her voice down in the height of passion. The walls at the apartment she’d shared with Tanya were thick, and there certainly weren’t any fathers around to avoid rousing. Alice and her lover would cry out loud and blurt wild obscenities during their rampant fucking. They’d suck, lick, and finger each other to exhaustion practically every night — often in the mornings and afternoons, too.

Alice still missed those times, but not nearly as much as she had just a few hours ago — this opportunity to have sex with her preteen sister was hotter and wilder than anything she’d ever done before.

Finally overcome, she gasped, “S-stop, stop — I can’t t-take any more!”

Hannah raised her head, licking her lips and smiling sweetly. “Did I do a good job?” she asked, tilting her head adorably.

“You did great!” insisted Alice, still breathing heavily. “You made me go off like a fuckin’ rocket. C’mere and gimme a kiss, you little minx!”

Hannah crawled into her big sister’s open arms and they kissed tenderly, their hands languidly exploring one another’s bare bodies.

This soon had Alice hungering for more of her baby sister, so she rolled the girl onto her back and got on top of her, kissing Hannah with a renewed passion. She licked and nuzzled the young girl’s throat, making the twelve-year-old shiver. Alice moved down further, kissing her way to her sister’s budding breasts. She sucked on each nipple in turn, spending a long while pleasuring them with her mouth. Then she resumed her southward travels — squirming down the bed to kiss and nibble at the soft skin of Hannah’s flat belly, darting her tongue into the girl’s navel to make her giggle.

Soon, Alice confronted her sister’s pussy, a lustful gleam in her eye. Without a word Hannah spread her legs, sighing happily as her big sister began to pleasure her again.

After a further hour of lovemaking Hannah, hair disheveled, legs shaky and her heart radiant with joy, bid Alice goodnight with a kiss, then tiptoed back to her own room and crawled into bed, where she immediately fell asleep.

The next day, Hannah raced back to her big sister’s room and jumped into bed with Alice as soon as their father left for work. The two girls spent all morning naked, happily exploring one another.

First, Hannah gladly allowed herself to be manipulated like a doll, placed into various positions by her big sister — on her back, on her belly, on all fours, standing up, on her knees — with Alice touching and tasting every inch of the young girl’s body.

Then they swapped roles. Hannah had the time of her life as she pleasured her big sister with fingers and tongue — paying particular attention to Alice’s cunt, which she licked and fingered lovingly.

After almost ninety minutes, though, Alice was ready to take things to the next level.

“Wait until you see this! It’s so cool,” she exclaimed, hopping off the bed.

“What’s so cool?” giggled Hannah, laying back on the bed… flushed, slick with sweat and grinning happily.

“You’ll see!” Alice declared, walking over to her chest of drawers. She bent down, thrusting her pert ass out as she opened the bottom drawer and looked within. Rummaging around, Alice fished something out from underneath the panties in the drawer. She stood up and turned around, holding aloft her prize; a slender dildo, eight-inches in length and bright florescent pink. “Ta-daaa!” she sang.

“Whoa, awesome!” gasped Hannah, thrilled by the sight of the toy her sister would soon be introducing into their lovemaking. “That’s like a fake dick, isn’t it? Where’d you get that?”

“Oh, I bought it ages ago,” Alice replied, “I have others, but I left them with Tanya. I thought it would be too risky, ’cause Dad might find them. I couldn’t resist bringing this one, though, it’s my favorite. Not too big, not too small.”

“Cool color too,” giggled Hannah, “Nice and pink!” Her eyes were wide with excitement at the prospect of what they could get up to with Alice’s sex toy. She loved her big sister so much right then — Alice was not only beautiful but caring and wise, and making love with her made Hannah feel very grown up.

Likewise, Alice was overcome with love for Hannah, amazed that it had taken her so long to realize just how pretty and desirable she was. More than that, it was incredibly thrilling to be indulging in these forbidden games — lesbian sex with her own underage sister! Bet Tanya wishes she could get in on something this kinky, Alice thought with a smirk.

“Lay back Hannah… I’m going to fuck you with this,” Alice purred, leaning close and kissing her sister lovingly, her eyes glowing with anticipation.

“Oooh, yeah,” Hannah smiled. “Let’s do it. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have my first time with than you!” She lay back, parting her legs, her bare pussy glistening wetly.

Alice knelt between her little sister’s thighs, seductively sucking at the tip of the dildo, then held it up for Hannah to see, now wet and ready.

“Put it in me,” urged Hannah.

Alice placed the tip of the pink dildo at the entrance to Hannah’s cunt. She ran it up and down the lips, teasing her sister before she began to ease it into her. Hannah arched her back, her eyes shut, breath hissing through her teeth as Alice pushed the plastic cock into her body. Deeper and deeper it went, Alice gripping the base of it, watching it disappear in her sister’s vagina until the tip rested against Hannah’s hymen.

“Okay,” Alice murmured, “I’m going to go all the way in now… are you ready?”

“Yes!” Hannah said hoarsely. “Fuck me, sis!”

With one firm stroke, Alice pushed the pink dildo into her sister up to the hilt, breaking through the fleshy membrane.

The young girl winced sharply, her body rigid. “Ohhh! Ow, that hurt!”

“Hold tight, babe,” Alice quickly said. “Stay still for a minute. Just try to relax while it’s inside you.”

Hannah slowly exhaled, her hands clenching and unclenching as she tried to ease the tension that gripped her body. Gradually her breathing became normal again. “Okay,” she said softly, “I… I think you can try m-moving it a little bit.”

Alice began to withdraw the dildo as slowly as she could, pulling it out about two inches before carefully pushing it back in again. Hannah’s mouth opened, her body trembling. A delighted expression lit up her face as the pain she had expected failed to appear, sensations of pleasure already rippling through her body.

“Oh yeah, oh Alice,” she panted, “My God, it’s in me, oh yeah!”

“You’ve lost your cherry, lover… and we didn’t even need a boy to do it!” laughed Alice with delight.

“It feels so good, Alice,” she sighed, “Mmmmm, wow! Push it in and out of me, sis, but slow… that’ll feel nice, I think.”

“Oh it will, honey… it will!”

Alice began sliding her toy out of Hannah’s cunt, falling into a steady rhythm, transfixed by the look of intense joy on the girl’s pretty face. Back and forth, in and out she worked the pink cock, moistening her fingers in her own cunt as she fucked her little sister. Then Alice began to rub Hannah’s clit with those fingers, slick from her own pussy.

“Mmmm, yeah!” Hannah gasped, her words coming in bursts. “I think… you c-can… maybe go — ooohhh — a little… f-faster now.”

Alice gradually increased the pace of the fucking, watching her sister panting for breath, slowly rising to an apogee of purest ecstasy. Suddenly Hannah’s breath hissed through clenched teeth, her body seizing up. A keening sound began to issue from the twelve-year-old’s throat.

“Yeah, come for me, Hannah!” Alice panted, “Are you coming? Are you coming for me?”

“I… I am,” urged Hannah, frantically working her pelvis in time with Alice’s steady thrusts, “Oh yes, oh yes… I’m gonna come… oh GOD!”

Hannah couldn’t speak after that, just moan and splutter barely coherent cries as she bucked and writhed in a ferocious orgasm. It took a full two minutes to build to a peak, then slowly die away — finally, she relaxed with a deep sigh. “Oh. Oh my.”

“Damn, you look so beautiful when you come,” Alice purred, slowly withdrawing the dildo from Hannah. It made a wet sound as it eased out of the girl’s tight young vagina.

“Let me do you now!” Hannah squealed, still catching her breath. She sat up, watching Alice take her place on the bed.

Lying on her back, Alice parted her legs. “You don’t have to be gentle, Hannah,” she told her sister. “Push it deep inside and fuck me hard.”

Hannah got into position, tongue protruding slightly as she concentrated on doing the job right. She placed the dildo at the opening of Alice’s cunt and teased her sister a bit, sliding just the tip of the toy into Alice’s wet pussy. Then she began to push it into her sister, finding to her delight that it slid in easily. She began working it in and out, slowly at first, watching as Alice began tossing her head from side to side, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Alice was panting, “Oh my God I’m so hot… oh that’s so good. Oh, Hannah, my sweet sister, fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder… nnnnnnnnnngggg!”

Hannah’s slender arm was pumping wildly now as she worked the dildo in and out of Alice’s cunt, eyes wide as she watched her big sister’s thick, warm fluids coating the bright pink toy with each stroke. Copying Alice’s tactics, Hannah began to brush Alice’s clitoris with her fingers — which pushed the older girl over the edge, leaving her wailing like a bitch in heat.

“Oh fuck yes, I’m coming so hard Hannah, oh fucking Christ, fuck…OOOH! Oh, oh, oh! OH GOD!” Alice’s body thrashed violently as she rode the crazy carousel of her orgasm.

Hannah gradually slowed down her thrusts as Alice’s climax ebbed away, finally sliding the dildo out of her sister’s cunt. Studying the glistening toy, she brought it to her mouth to lick. “Mmmmm, tastes good.” Then she giggled. “It’s like… a pussy lollipop!”

“Oh, yeah? Wanna share some with your big sister?” Alice purred.

“Sure,” Hannah proffered the wet toy. Alice took the tip in her mouth and sucked at it, then took a long, slow lick along its length. Hannah bent down to join her sister, and the two girls bathed the dildo with their tongues, finally coming together in a heated kiss.

“Mmmm, that was fun,” Alice giggled when they finally drifted apart. “Did you like getting fucked?”

“I sure did,” Hannah exclaimed, her eyes dancing with delight. “I loved it! A real cock would be nice to try sometime, though. Bet I could handle it!”

“Maybe so, sis,” Alice said, sitting up and reaching out to fondle Hannah’s barely formed breasts, “But you shouldn’t rush into sex with a boy so soon. Let’s just me and you have some fun together for a while. Now that you and I are lovers, we can do this all the time.”

“Wow, lovers,” Hannah breathed, “I guess we really are, aren’t we?”

“We are, babe,” Alice murmured, cuddling her baby sister close, “and I think it’s pretty cool.”

“Me too,” the young girl sighed dreamily. Then she placed a hand on her big sister’s belly. “You and Tanya had lots of fun, huh? Must’ve been great, being able to have sex with her all the time.”

“Yeah, it was nice. We’re still friends, too. I’ll give it few weeks, then I’ll call her… maybe go visit her one day.”

“So you guys can still fuck, then?” teased Hannah. “Even though you broke up?”

“Sure — why not? Just for old times sake.” She grinned at her baby sister. “Y’know, if I go visit her, maybe you should come along.”

Hannah’s eyes widened. “Um, you mean… I can have sex with both of you, like what you did with Tanya and h-her friend?”

“A threesome,” Alice nodded. “Oh, yeah, she’d be way into you.”

“Wow,” Hannah whispered. “You’re the best big sister in the world.” She kissed Alice lovingly, running both hands through her older sibling’s hair. Meanwhile, Alice allowed a hand to find its way between Hannah’s legs, her fingers stroking the youngster’s moist slit.

“I want to play with your ass now,” Alice breathed, her lips brushing her sister’s ear. “Get up on your hands and knees. You’ll really like this.”

Hannah quickly got on all fours, ready and eager for another new experience.

Alice got behind Hannah, licking her lips as she fondled her twelve year old sister’s adorable bottom, squeezing her cheeks gently. Then she ran a fingertip up and down the cleft between Hannah’s slightly parted cheeks, running her nail lightly over her asshole, which twitched instinctively.

“Oooh, that’s nice,” Hannah gasped. “Mmmm… yeah, play with my butt, Alice. Put a finger in, like you did with my pussy!”

“God, you have a beautiful ass,” murmured Alice, leaning down to bestow a few soft kisses on Hannah’s buttocks. Then she kissed the pre-teen blond’s anus before running her tongue over it, teasing the tight virgin orifice. Hannah cried out in surprise and delight at her sister’s loving invasion.

Soon Alice was licking lustily at her sister’s luscious asshole. Hannah’s head was swimming, and she began breathing deeply as her big sister ate her ass. Burying her face in the pillow, she reached back to spread her buttocks further apart, giving Alice complete access to her most private place.

Alice pulled her head back a moment to catch her breath, then began pushing her tongue into her sister’s anus, easing it past Hannah’s sphincter and into her hot buttery rectum.

“Uh, uh, uhhhhh, that’s so gooood!” wailed Hannah, arching her back and pushing her bottom into her older sister’s face. “Lick it, lick it, Alice. Lick my butt!” The naked pre-teen moaned in near-unbearable delight as the older girl pleasured her from behind.

As Alice pushed her tongue in and out of Hannah’s slippery back door, she bought a hand into play, trailing up her sister’s thigh to her vagina. As Hannah sobbed with passion, Alice gently worked a finger into the youngster from behind, easing it inside until she was buried to the knuckle in the girl’s fiery cunt.

“Ohhhh, Alice, I’m coming,” Hannah began to cry out shortly, “Oh my… oh Alice… lick me, finger me YES! OHHHH!” Her climax was powerful and prolonged, and the girl nearly swooned from the intensity of it. She managed to rally herself enough to gasp, “Oh, oh God… no more, please!” before slumping to one side.

Alice sat up, easing her slippery fingers out of the young girl’s cunt. Hannah lay motionless for a short time, catching her breath, then wrapped both trembling arms around her big sister.

“Oh, Alice,” Hannah cooed, “I think… that I’m in love with you.”

“I feel the same way, sis,” Alice whispered, clutching her sister closely. “No matter what, let’s always love one another like this, you and me. Even if we have other girlfriends — or boyfriends. Even if we get married!”

“Yes,” sighed Hannah contentedly. “Let’s.”

The two girls lay in each other’s arms, whispering words of adoration and exchanging lazy kisses until they fell asleep.

By JetBoy

As she gazed out through the window of her father’s car, Alice gave a wistful sigh. She was moving back home after a year of life on her own, having just recently broken up with her girlfriend Tanya. Once Tanya had moved out, Alice couldn’t afford the rent on the apartment they’d shared, and in the end, she had no choice but to call home and ask Dad if she could have her old room back. He wired her the money for a flight home the next morning.

She knew how difficult it had been at first for Dad to adjust to the idea of his oldest daughter entering into a romantic relationship with another girl, but he’d been supportive in the end… and he was being supportive now, trying his best to lighten Alice’s mood with jokes and tidbits of neighborhood gossip as he drove. Still, Alice suspected that he wasn’t exactly unhappy to have her back home and single again. Oh, well, she was glad to see him, too — and it would be great to spend time with her baby sister Hannah, who had just turned twelve. Much as she’d enjoyed life in the big city with her lover, Alice had missed Hannah terribly.

Soon they arrived home, and sure enough, Hannah was delighted to have her older sibling back again. Alice was already feeling better about things, the very sight of Hannah lifting her spirits. Her kid sister was always smiling and giggling, full of gleeful energy, taking nothing too seriously — just what Alice needed right then.

“Was it fun living away from home?” Hannah asked her big sister, later in the day. They were in Alice’s bedroom, which had been left more or less untouched while she was living with Tanya. It was a bright, cheerful room with two large windows set into the wall.

“It was fun, yeah,” Alice smiled. She was standing by her wardrobe, open suitcases at her feet, putting her clothes away. She had to admit that it did feel nice, being back in the room she’d slept in since she was a kid.

“Are you glad to be back?”

The young woman shrugged. “Oh, sure…. I’ll miss Tanya, but it’s good to see you and Dad again.” She put the last of her things into the wardrobe and shifted the suitcases to the corner of the room. She’d been home for a couple of hours, and their father had gone to pick up dinner at her favorite Chinese restaurant.

Hannah paced the room with a spring in her step, excitement in her big blue eyes at the prospect of having her beloved older sister home once more. Twelve years old, Hannah was barely five feet tall, and while her sister and father had dark hair, Hannah’s hair was like her long-deceased mother’s — a lustrous coppery red, reaching down almost to her waist. Her face was elfin and pretty, with a smile that seemed to illuminate her face with childish joy. She was slim, and her breasts were only recently beginning to bud. She wore an old cast-off Sonic Youth t-shirt of Alice’s that was at least two sizes too big for her and a pair of bright yellow gym shorts that showed off her bare legs to nice effect.

“What should we do?” asked Hannah, “Dad’s out, and I’ve got my big sis back home! Whoo-hoo!” She was incredibly animated, all but bouncing around the room. Suddenly she jumped onto Alice’s bed, next to her big sister. “I know what — let’s share secrets! We haven’t done that for ages.”

“Okay,” Alice agreed, amused by Hannah’s enthusiasm. “What d’you wanna know?”

“Tell me what it was like, living with Tanya,” Hannah suggested.

“You mean, what was it like being away from home?”

“Well, I was thinking more about… what it was like living with a girlfriend. Y’know — spending all that time with someone you’re in love with, going to bed with her…”

“Hannah!” giggled Alice, “That’s private!”

“C’mon,” pleaded Hannah. “We’re sisters, we’re s’posed to share everything!”

“But you’re only twelve, kiddo… I think you’re kinda young to hear details about my love life.”

“Am not!” retorted Hannah. “And your face is red! Jeez, you’re just like Dad — he always gets all embarrassed when he even mentions sex.”

“Welllll… what do you want to know about Tanya and me, anyhow?”

“Why’d you split up?”

“Because Tanya wanted to see other women.”

“When you say, ‘see’, you’re talking about having sex, right?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah. She wanted me to join in, too.”

“Wow. So, did you ever…?” asked Hannah, her big eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah… last week,” admitted Alice, “It was a friend of Tanya’s. We all went to bed together.”

“An orgy?!”

“Yeah. A threesome, really. It was fun but… well, I wanted Tanya all to myself, I guess. But she couldn’t give up other girls, so we agreed to split up. We’ll still be friends, though — maybe even fool around every once in awhile.”

“Do you, um, just not like doing it with guys, then?”

“Well, no, not quite… men are okay, sure. But when it comes to sex, I just think girls are better.”

“Like what? What things do they do better?”

“Hmmm, let’s see now,” Alice pondered. “Well, there’s kissing. Girls have such soft mouths… and when it comes to touching and oral sex, girls are absolutely better than guys.”

“Why’s that?” asked Hannah, enthralled.

“Think about it,” Alice explained, “A girl has the same body parts you do, so they have a better idea of how to make you feel good, right?”

“I understand that, yeah. What do you like doing with girls the most?”

“Mainly fingering and eating pussy, I’d say. The best thing, I think, is a sixty-nine.”

“I know what that is! Someone at school told me. It’s when a guy and girl — or two girls, I guess — lick each other’s, um, pussies. Have you done that with Tanya?”

“Lots of times,” Alice boasted, suddenly noticing that she was getting aroused, her nipples erect beneath the thin cotton blouse she wore. It was oddly arousing, in a perverse kind of way, to be admitting such lewd antics to her kid sister.

“Was it fun?” asked Hannah.

“It was. There was this one time the other week, when I had the threesome with Tanya and Gina. Gina was this hot chick she was seeing on the side. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine with me on top, both of us licking each other’s pussies. And…” Alice hesitated, her voice trailing off.

“And what?” demanded Hannah.

Alice pursed her lips. “Um, I shouldn’t really tell you any more. You’re too young.”

“Aw, come on, sis,” urged Hannah, “Come on! You’ve gone too far to back out. I wanna know everything!”

“Well, okay then. Tanya and me were in a sixty-nine, me on top…”

“Yeah yeah… you on top, I’ve got the picture… go on, sis.”

“…and Gina was, um, fucking me in the ass with this latex strap-on cock.”

“No WAY! Holy shit, that’s cool!” giggled Hannah, bouncing on the bed excitedly, the nipples on her budding breasts clearly erect through her t-shirt, which Alice couldn’t help but notice. “Did it hurt?”

“Not really. Tanya had done it to me that way before. I like anal sex, actually.”

“That sounds wild. I bet sex is a lot more fun if you can do it with both guys and girls.” She paused. “I think I might be bisexual.”

“Really…?” breathed a surprised Alice.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I am. I mean… there’s a couple of boys in my class who I think are cute, but there’s a girl I like too. She’s older than me, she’s fourteen, but I’ve seen her in the showers once or twice and I sort of… look at her, y’know — at her body. And I’ve kinda got a crush on one of my teachers. She’s really sexy! She has short dark brown hair, like yours.”

“Well, don’t go making a move on her!” Alice cautioned. “You’ll cause big problems for yourself, trying to get sexually involved with a teacher.”

“Yeah,” smiled Hannah, “She’s married anyway. She is very pretty, though. Like you. I think you’re really beautiful, y’know.”

“Thanks, honey,” Alice said, smiling warmly. She reached out and stroked Hannah’s cheek with her fingers. “You’re really pretty too, Hannah. Whether you go after a boy or a girl, I don’t think you’ll have any problems getting a lover when you’re older.”

“Aw, I want a lover now!” pouted Hannah.

“Don’t be so impatient,” laughed Alice. “Some things you just have to wait for, kiddo.”

Hannah gazed thoughtfully at her big sister. “Alice… can I ask you to — to do something for me?”

“What, sis?”

“Could I… would you let me kiss you?” Hannah asked.

Alice was naturally taken aback. “How do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” shrugged Hannah, “I’ve never kissed a girl before. I’ve only kissed a couple of boys, and they weren’t so hot. I’d like a real kiss. I mean… I need some practice for when I’m older. Come on Alice, we’re sisters and best friends too. Just one kiss. Pleeease?”

“Okay,” shrugged Alice. It sounded a bit weird, but she was feeling all tingly from talking about sex — and her comment about how pretty Hannah was had been genuine. Her little sister was maturing deliciously. In fact, Alice couldn’t keep herself from stealing furtive glances at the outline of Hannah’s hard little nipples, clearly visible through her t-shirt. “Sure… you can kiss me.”

Hannah hesitated a moment, then knelt opposite the older girl. She placed both hands on her big sister’s shoulders as she leaned in close, bringing her lips to Alice’s.

They began to kiss, hesitantly at first.

At twelve, Hannah was a sexual novice, but the young girl made up for her inexperience in pure enthusiasm, sliding her tongue into her sister’s mouth. Almost instinctively, Alice began to respond.

Soon they were kissing hotly, their hearts throbbing with excitement. Without a thought, Alice reached up to fondle her sister’s small, barely formed breasts.

Suddenly catching herself, she pulled back, breaking their kiss.

“What’s up?” Hannah asked. “Why’d you stop?”

“Omigod, I’m sorry, Hannah. I shouldn’t have t-touched you there!” Alice stammered. “Wow, I kinda forgot you were my sister for a second!”

“Oh, don’t be sorry,” Hannah giggled, “I liked it! Do it again. Touch my boobs while we kiss some more, and I’ll play with yours, too.”

Before Alice could reply, her frisky little sister was kissing her again, her hot tongue plunging into Alice’s mouth. Hannah began to touch her older sibling’s breasts, stroking them through her blouse. Alice, her desire growing increasingly sharp, returned the favor — this time caressing Hannah’s chest with both hands.

The two sisters kissed for a while, tongues meeting and mingling as they fondled each other. A few minutes passed before they drew apart, faces flushed.

“God, that was cool,” Hannah breathed, wide-eyed, “Am I a good kisser, you think?”

“You sure are,” Alice smiled, “Your breasts are really coming along, too!”

“Yeah, I’ll need a bigger bra soon,” Hannah said, “Here, take a look!” reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.

Before Alice could say a word, Hannah had removed her top and flung it aside, standing there in shorts and white socks, bare from the waist up.

“Nice, huh?” enquired Hannah, cupping her small titties in her hands, “My nipples are all pointy. They do that all the time now. Especially when I play with myself in bed at night.”

“Mmmmm,” nodded Alice, totally enraptured by the sight of her pretty sibling.

“Let me see yours,” Hannah said softly.

Alice didn’t hesitate. She quickly undid her blouse and removed it, then her bra. Her breasts were small, but round and firm, capped with bright pink nipples that were as stiff as her sister’s.

“Wow, nice,” Hannah sighed, reaching out to fondle Alice’s breasts. Her fluttering fingers caused a gentle sigh of pleasure to escape from her big sister’s lips.

“Oh, Hannah, that feels so good,” Alice whimpered.

“Can I — can I kiss them? Would you like that?”

“Er… okay.”

Hannah leaned close and took Alice’s right nipple into her warm mouth, flicking the tip with her tongue.

“Oh, sweetie,” breathed Alice, running her hand through Hannah’s hair. She was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. There was something so kinky and wild about having her twelve-year-old sister pleasuring her breasts.

Hannah sucked and licked at her sister’s nipples for a long while before she stood up and gave Alice a loving, lingering kiss on the mouth.

“Let’s take all our clothes off,” Hannah suggested. “Okay?”

Alice was about to suggest that perhaps this was taking things too far — but then she stopped herself, the words dying on her lips as she watched Hannah slip out of her yellow shorts. Fuck it, I don’t care how wrong this is — I’m not going to pass up the chance to be my baby sister’s first lover.

She slowly rose from the bed and undid her jeans, sliding them down with a pair of sodden panties. In moments, the two sisters were nude.

“Wow, you look so beautiful,” Alice said, admiring Hannah’s body.

“So do you, kiddo,” Hannah smiled.

At nineteen, Alice stood five inches taller than her twelve-year-old sister. Their bodies were both slim and youthful, but quite different in other respects. Alice had a neatly trimmed triangle of chestnut-brown pubes framing her slit, while Hannah’s vulva was covered by a light dusting of auburn down.

“What do you want to do now?” asked Alice, moving close, stroking her sister’s hair.

“C-can we, um, make love?” Hannah stammered nervously.

“Okay,” Alice whispered, leaning in closer, her lips just an inch away from Hannah’s. The tips of her fingers were mere inches away from Hannah’s slit as Alice gently kissed her sister, lightly nibbling on the little girl’s lips…

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening could be heard.

“Shit, it’s Dad!” gasped Alice, leaping back. Lost in their mutual exploration, both girls had completely forgotten about their father and his imminent return.

“Get dressed, get dressed, get dressed!” hissed Hannah frantically, turning and grabbing her clothes.

“Are you girls up there?” came their father’s voice as he began to mount the stairs. Hannah was hurriedly scrambling into her shorts.

Snatching her own clothes from the floor, Alice hurled them into the wardrobe, then grabbed a blue terrycloth dressing gown that hung from a hook on the bedroom door. She barely managed to wrap the tie around her waist, concealing her nakedness just as her father reached the top of the stairs.

He tapped gently on the door and peeked in. “Hello, ladies.”

“Oh, hey, Dad,” Alice smiled, heart pounding like a kettledrum.

“Hi, Daddy,” Hannah said, raising her eyes from a book she had grabbed and opened.

Dad grinned. “A savory feast from Chef Lu’s awaits. Wash your hands and get downstairs before I eat it all myself!” He winked and turned to leave, shutting the door behind him.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. “Holy smokes… that was close.”

“Good thing he came back when he did,” Alice said quietly. “He could have caught us — really doing stuff with each other.”

They were both silent for a moment, neither of them quite able to believe how close they’d been to plunging into lesbian incest.

This is absolutely nuts, Alice thought. Was I really about to have sex with my little sister?

We lost control of ourselves, she told herself. I ought to tell Hannah that we got carried away, that this was a bad idea…

She felt a soft hand touch hers. Turning to her sister, Alice opened her mouth to speak, but forgot what she was about to say at the sight of Hannah’s face… and the look of mixed adoration and desire in her eyes.

“Wanna try again later?” Hannah whispered.

Alice was rooted to the spot, overwhelmed by a surge of helpless lust that made her head reel. I’m going straight to hell for this, she thought.

“Um, yeah,” she slowly replied. “Long as you really want to…”

Hannah grinned ferociously. “You bet I do!” she exclaimed, reaching up to wrap both arms around her big sister’s neck. “I want to do everything with you! God, I can’t wait.” She gazed, dreamy-eyed, at Alice. “You look way sexy with your clothes off.”

“So do you,” Alice replied, every inch of her body throbbing with renewed sexual heat. Unable to restrain herself, she bent down to give Hannah a loving kiss. The younger girl immediately responded, and the kiss quickly grew hot and eager, their tongues intertwining.

Alice’s hands trailed down her sister’s back, moving to fondle the younger girl’s bottom while they kissed. Finally they parted, dazed.

“Let’s get together later tonight — after Dad goes to bed,” Hannah breathed.

Alice nodded. “Okay. Come in about half an hour after he turns out his light… and, for God’s sake, be as quiet as you can.”

“Sure. Hey, Alice… I’m really looking forward to this.”

They kissed again, briefly, and Hannah turned to leave. “See ya downstairs!” the younger girl chirped, arching an eyebrow, then she was gone.

Alice sat down heavily on the bed, her mind a jumble. What on earth had she roped herself into?

She had to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. While preparing for her trip home, during the lengthy flight, and on the road with her father, Alice had wondered how long she would have to go without a lover. Tanya had been her first girlfriend after years of dating boys, and she would be hard to replace — especially in the sleepy Iowa suburb where Alice had been raised, where there was no gay scene to speak of.

Alice had all but resigned herself to a long dry spell, settling for lesbian internet erotica and her fingers. Or even making do with guys, though that prospect only depressed her after the sexual delights she’d shared with Tanya.

Now, on her first day back home, she was on the verge of sparking off a wild, passionate fling with a cute girl — her own twelve-year-old sister!

Definitely not a good idea, Alice told herself again. Fuck it, though — I don’t care if it’s wrong. Hannah wants this, I want this… if there are complications, we’ll just have to deal with them when they come up.

“Honey?” her father’s voice called up the stairs. “Didn’t you tell me that you were, and I quote, ‘starving to death,’ about an hour ago?”

Startled, Alice shook her head to clear it. “Coming, Dad!” Casting the dressing gown aside, she quickly donned a t-shirt and panties, then stepped into her favorite pair of sweatpants. Pausing to glance at herself in the mirror, she nodded once before exiting the room.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

The three women stood quietly for a moment, as if suddenly realizing the enormity of what they were preparing to do. Then Anne unfastened the remaining buttons of her nightgown and shrugged the garment from her shoulders to puddle on the floor. She stood before her daughters, nude but for her panties.

“Like what you see?” she murmured.

Ellie and Sally gazed eagerly at their scantily clad mother. Anne had always taken good care of herself, and had the body to prove it. She was a full-figured woman, soft and curvy in all the right places. Her silky mane of dark red hair cascaded freely down to her shoulders, grazing the tops of her breasts.

“God, Mom,” breathed Sally, “you are sexy as hell.” She reached around to unfasten her skirt, casting it to one side to expose her shaved pussy. Grinning, Ellie tugged her sweater up and off.

“You two are the sexy ones,” Anne whispered as her daughters finished undressing. Soon they were both naked.

“You haven’t come yet, Mom,” cooed Ellie, kneeling before her mother, “we’ll have to do something about that.” She grasped the waistband of Anne’s panties, then slid them down to reveal the thick pubic tuft that adorned her mother’s cunt. “Ooooh, Mom…” Ellie sighed happily, “your pussy looks yummy.”

And with that, she buried her face in Anne’s thatch, extending her tongue to take a long, slow lick at the moist flesh of her mother’s sex.

“Jesus,” Anne gasped, cradling her daughter’s head, “that feels s-so good… oh, I’ve missed this.”

Eager to participate, Sally moved to her mother’s side. “Kiss me, Mom,” she demanded, her lips already parting as she claimed Anne’s mouth with hers.

Anne whimpered, sucking her daughter’s tongue into her mouth as Sally’s fingers brushed her creamy breasts. She moved her palm against her mother’s nipples in a circular motion, first one, then the other, teasing them to aching hardness.

Ellie, still kneeling before Anne, pressed her lips against her mother’s cunt in a hungry kiss, then slipped the tip of her tongue into Anne’s vaginal tunnel, circling the entrance.

Throwing her head back, Anne gasped, “Oh, my beautiful girls… I love you…”

Sally grinned down at her sister, now feasting avidly at their mother’s sex. “Hey, sis,” she murmured, “I think we ought to let Mom lie down before we fuck her.”

Ellie drew away, licking her lips. “OK,” she panted, then patted Anne’s bare hip. “C’mon, Mom… get that big, beautiful ass of yours on the bed. We’re just warming up here.”

Her legs unsteady, Anne slowly moved to the bed and lay down, parting her thighs for her wide-eyed daughters.

“Go ahead, sis,” invited Ellie, gesturing at their mother’s glistening sex. “You have a taste.”

Sally cooed with delight at the sight of her mother’s dripping pussy. “Mmmm… she does look good enough to eat.” And she crawled into the bed, lying down on her belly before Anne, inhaling deeply of the thick musk. “Your pussy smells great, Mom,” she sighed, then buried her nose and lips in the tawny curls of Anne’s bush.

Ellie padded over to the head of the bed, gazing down adoringly at her squirming mother. She bent to kiss Anne, who moaned in delight as her tongue emerged to lick in a circle around her daughter’s mouth, sampling and savoring the flavor of cunt. Meanwhile, Sally was lapping at her mother’s sex, her lips and chin now dripping with warm fluids.

Ellie began to trail kisses down her mother’s neck, pausing to press her lips into the hollow of Anne’s throat before continuing her sensuous journey. Reaching her mother’s breasts, she sucked a nipple between her lips, lightly teasing the pink tip with her teeth.

“Oh my God, you t-two are incredible,” Anne whispered, cradling Ellie’s face to her breasts. The girls seemed perfectly attuned to her body, as if being her daughters gave them a sixth sense for what she liked best. Or perhaps it was the taboo of incest that made the lovemaking so intense.

Whatever the reason, Anne felt intoxicated by love, giddy with sex. The sweet scent of her daughters’ skin, the soft suppleness of their naked bodies, the taste of their lips…

And with that, Anne thought of another part of her girls that she very much wanted to taste. So much so that her mouth was watering.

“Ellie,” she began, “climb on my face, baby… I want to, to lick you. I need your pussy. Oh, Sally — fuck, that feels s-so good!”

Sally’s mouth was fastened to Anne’s cunt, her tongue rolling around the walls of her mother’s vagina. This is the best, she thought. How could Ellie and I have given this up? Even better… now Mom’s part of it too. Sally buried her face even deeper between Anne’s trembling thighs, her heart radiant with joy.

Ellie’s eyes danced as she slowly straddled her mother’s face. “Yes, angel,” Anne gasped, “let me… I want t-to taste you… ” She licked her lips, awed by the sight of her daughter’s glistening pussy, now inches from her already open mouth. Raising her head from the pillow, she trailed the tip of her tongue through the dewy pink flesh.

“Ooooh, Mom,” Ellie moaned, “fuck, yes… lick me!”

Firmly grasping her daughter’s hips, Anne drew Ellie to her, pressing the young woman’s cunt to her mouth, then thrust her tongue into the dripping orifice.

“G-god, Sis,” Ellie gasped, “Mom has such a h-hot mouth… ohhhhhh, you’ve got to feel this! Yes, Momma… mmm, you’re eating my pussy so, so good!”

Sally was tongue-fucking her mother, probing the older woman’s lust-slicked vagina, feeling tremors of ecstasy pulsing through her womanly frame that grew more intense by the second. Sensing the nearness of her mother’s climax, Sally trailed her tongue up through Anne’s labia to the inflamed nubbin of her clitoris. She flicked at the crimson tip, then took it between her lips to suckle.

That did it. Anne emitted a muffled scream into her younger daughter’s cunt as a wave of pleasure rocked her body like a rolling thunderclap. She shook violently, hands clutching helplessly at the sheets. In the midst of it all, she rubbed her gasping mouth against Ellie’s cunt, not wanting to stop pleasuring her daughter.

Finally her climax began to wane. Sally was now nuzzling her inner thighs, and Anne renewed her cunnilingual activities, taking Ellie’s cunt into her mouth to drink deep of the young woman’s essence.

Ellie was swaying ecstatically atop her mother’s face. “Oh, Mom… yes, eat my fucking cunt… God, y-you are gonna make — oh! — m-make me come — oh, JESUS!”

A choked cry broke from Ellie’s throat, the young woman’s head thrown back as the most amazing orgasm came crashing down. She shuddered wildly, breath hissing through her clenched jaw, riding out her pleasure. Anne continued to lick her daughter’s pussy until, with a final gasp of disbelief, Ellie managed to stammer “N-n-no more, Mom…!” Raising herself from Anne’s now-glistening face, she collapsed upon the bed next to her mother.

“Christ,” Ellie panted, “I thought I might never stop coming…” She squirmed around on the bed until she could take her mother in her arms. “Mmm, Mom… that was awesome,” she cooed. “Now, how about a kiss?”

Their mouths met, and Ellie purred with delight as she sampled the taste of her own juices on her mother’s lips. Then she crushed her mouth to Anne’s, eagerly tongue-fucking the older woman.

“Hey, you two… save some for me,” said Sally, now on all fours above the incestuous lovers. She bent down to join in the passionate lip action between her mother and little sister, and then the three women were sharing a steamy three-way kiss. Ellie drew her big sister down to lie with her and Anne in a sweaty tangle of flesh.

“Mmmm… I think someone here needs to get her gun off in a big way,” Ellie giggled, reaching around to cup Sally’s ass. Her fingers delved between her sister’s legs from behind, tracing the sticky slit.

“Oh, God, yes,” Sally moaned, “it’s my turn. C’mon, you guys… make me come.”

Disentangling herself from the girls, Anne sat up. “I think have just what you need, child.” She stood, then padded over to a nearby armoire. The sister stared as their mother bent to open a large drawer, then rooted around inside. “Now, where did I…? Ah, here it is.” Turning to grin at her daughters, Anne held up a very lifelike eight-inch latex cock… one with a leather harness attached.

“Wow,” Sally breathed. “That’s… that’s one wicked looking toy, Mom. You want to use that on me?”

“Only if you can take it, honey,” teased Anne, the flesh-hued prick dangling from her fingers.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” enthused the older daughter. “Definitely. I want to be fucked.”

“Your wish is my command, daughter mine,” Anne replied, fastening the straps around her waist. “Now get on your back.”

Sally positioned herself for her mother’s cock — legs parted, knees up, hands resting lightly on her breasts. She brushed her nipples, making them stiffen.

Anne produced a tube of lubricant, but Ellie stopped her. “You won’t need that, Mom,” she purred, crawling between her big sister’s thighs. “I’ll get her nice and juicy for you.”

And with that, she bent down to swipe at the baby-smooth vulva with her tongue, licking the rosy flesh a few times before moving in to cover Sally’s cunt with her mouth.

“God almighty,” groaned Sally, “that hot little mouth of yours, El… mmmm, feels so goooood…”

Anne watched raptly, stroking the cock that jutted obscenely from her body as she savored the sight of Ellie going down on her big sister… her younger daughter’s mouth making small liquid noises as she feasted on Sally’s pussy. “Don’t finish her off, honey,” she cautioned.

Ellie started, lifting her head. Her lips and chin shone with Sally’s fluids. “Oops! Sorry ’bout that, Mom… almost forgot what I was doing.” She flopped down next to her sister. “Anyhow, she’s ready for you now.”

“Yeah… c’mere, Mom,” Sally cooed.

Anne climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her daughter’s parted thighs. She paused, shaking her head. “I wonder what I would have done if I’d caught you little sluts doing each other, back in the day?”

“Grounded us both for life, probably,” Ellie muttered, but with a wry smile.

“I don’t know, sis,” murmured Sally as she stared up at Anne, transfixed by her mother’s hungry eyes. “I kinda think she might have taken off her clothes and slipped into bed with us.” She placed her hands on Anne’s hips. “How ’bout it, Mom? If you’d seen El and me making love when we were kids, would it have turned you on?” Her fingers grazed the older woman’s belly. “I was about fifteen or so… Ellie was only ten. Would you have touched us, licked our cunts?”

“Shit, that’s wild,” whispered Ellie.

“I don’t know, honey,” Anne moaned, fondling her own breasts. “M-maybe I would have. Right now, I feel capable of… of anything. Christ, look what we’re doing now.” Her eyes narrowed. “Enough chitchat, missy. It’s time for you to take my cock.”

“Mmmm, yeah,” Sally moaned, a shiver rippling through her frame. “Do it, Mom… put it in.”

Taking the latex penis in hand, Anne carefully positioned the tip at the opening of Sally’s vagina, took a deep breath, then pressed forward.

Gasping as the bulbous head of the latex prick slipped inside, Sally slid both hands slid around Anne’s body to grab her mother’s generous ass. “Oh yeah, Mom — all the way in, that’s right, ohhh…” her voice trailing off into a moan as the older woman did exactly that. Sally’s eyes widened as, inch by glorious inch, the full length of cock entered her yielding body until their bellies were pressed together. She gaped in disbelief at her mother, her hips shifting about on the bed as she worked to fully accommodate the size and heft of Anne’s prick. She panted for breath, her thighs quivering uncontrollably. “God, Mom… oh, oh shit, that f-feels — ohhhh!”

“Sweet child,” Anne murmured, her body coming to rest on top of Sally’s. Their noses were nearly touching as she whispered “I adore you…” Then she glanced over at Ellie, giving her youngest daughter a loving smile. “Both of you. My precious girls… I can’t remember the last time I felt so — so alive.” And she kissed Sally, her tongue tracing the young woman’s parted lips.

Sally immediately responded, her tongue darting forth to tangle with Anne’s. She inhaled sharply as her mother’s pelvis drew back, withdrawing the slippery cock until only the tip remained inside… then Anne slowly penetrated her daughter again. Sally rose to meet her mother’s thrust, and their bodies began, slowly at first, to move in unison.

“Yessss!” Sally gasped, “j-just like that. Mmmmm… it’s, it’s perfect. Take me, yeah — anyway you want to, Mom…”

Ellie stared at the incredible spectacle of her own mother and older sister coming together in a hot lesbian fuck. She slid a hand between her thighs, sinking a finger into her pussy.

Anne’s hips started to churn, pumping in and out of her daughter in longer, deeper strokes. “H-h-harder, Mom,” panted Sally, “Don’t hold b-back. Oooooh! I can take it…” Their bellies began to slap together with each thrust, filling the room with the sharp staccato of flesh on flesh.

“I’m fucking you, baby,” moaned Anne, “Jesus, I can’t b-believe I’m doing this — fucking my own daughter, m-making love…”

“Yeahhhh, Mom… do it!” hissed Ellie, now working two fingers in and out of her vagina. With her free hand, she reached to cup Sally’s breast, rolling the nipple between index finger and thumb.

Sally twisted her head to stare dazedly at her baby sister. “C’mere, you,” she growled, “g-gimme a kiss.”

Ellie paused in her masturbation to claim Sally’s mouth, probing it with her tongue. Meanwhile their panting mother toiled up above them… her womanly frame pumping frantically, heavy breasts bobbling as she drove deep into Sally with each forward motion.

Feeling her big sister’s body stiffen slightly, Ellie knew that older girl was about to come. Breaking their kiss, the teen deftly slipped a hand between the two fucking women, seeking and finding Sally’s clit. Grinning wickedly, she lightly pinched the swollen nubbin.

Sally’s body seized up, a massive orgasm smashing into her like a fist… and a startled Ellie quickly covered her big sister’s mouth with the other hand to muffle her cries of ecstasy.

“Mmmmmppfff!” Sally bellowed into Ellie’s palm, the young woman’s face contorted grotesquely as white-hot surges of pleasure rocketed through her twitching frame. Anne continued to plow her daughter with all eight inches, her body glistening with sweat. Then with one final thrust, she froze in mid-motion, the latex cock as deep inside Sally as it could go.

Sally’s muffled cry rose to a choked squeak, every part of her rigid with sexual rapture as her climax topped out, then waned… and with that, she went limp.

Ellie sat back, propping herself up on an elbow to study her sister with a wry smile. “Awesome,” she cooed.

Sally lay dazed, her chest rising and falling with each gulp for breath. Anne bent to kiss her older daughter’s cheek, then carefully extracted the length of her strap-on from Sally’s channel, the head slipping out with a tiny wet sound. Then the forty-six-year-old mother wearily lay down between her girls, Ellie scooting over to make room.

“Jesus,” Anne mumbled, her head sinking into the pillow. “That was… one hell of a workout!”

But Ellie wasn’t really listening to her mother. Instead, her eyes were glued on the cock that still protruded from Anne’s pelvis, shiny with Sally’s vaginal fluids. Licking her lips, the lithe teenager rose to her knees. “Oh, yeah,” she breathed, “I gotta have some of that.” And without another word, she bent down to run her tongue over the toy — licking from the base to the head, which she then sucked into her mouth. “Mmmmm,” she purred, all dreamy-eyed, savoring the sweetness of big sister’s pussy.

Her mother stared, enthralled. “My, that’s a sexy sight…”

Ellie sat up, the rubbery phallus wobbling to and fro as it left her mouth. “Oh, that’s nothing. Watch this!” And she threw a leg over her mother, straddling the shiny cock. Reaching down to take its slippery length in one hand, she opened her cunt with two fingers, placed the tip at the opening and slowly lowered herself until her bottom touched Anne’s belly. The teen groaned ecstatically as she was impaled, taking in every inch of Mommy’s dick.

Anne gaped at her youngest daughter’s boldness, then sighed wistfully. “Well, I guess you aren’t a virgin anymore…”

Breathing heavily, Ellie still managed a giggle. “Well, no… I’m n-not, Mom — ohhhh that feels good! — but I’ve never been with a boy.” She pointed at her sister, who had regained her breath and was watching the hot mother-daughter spectacle. “She took my cherry with her — oooohh! — with her vibrator, after I t-turned eleven.” She wriggled her hips ecstatically. “Jeez, your cock feels amazing, Mom… wish we’d had one of these back then…”

Anne glanced from Ellie to Sally, an appalled expression on her face. “Eleven years old!?” Her mouth twisted, and she shook her head. “Couple of little perverts,” she muttered. Then she laughed. “Listen to me talking… the mom who’s fucking her daughter with a strap-on cock.”

Reaching for her mother’s hands, Ellie placed them on her own breasts. “That’s right, Mommy, that’s right… you’re a pervert too, and ohhhh, oh God I love you for it!” She inhaled sharply, eyes widening as she moved her pelvis in a slow circle, feeling the ribbed penis press against her vaginal wall.

“Me too!” giggled Sally, moving to embrace Anne.

“And I love you both,” moaned the older woman. “This is… it’s the wildest, best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, it’s gonna get even wilder,” panted Ellie as she began to raise and lower herself upon the jutting prick. Anne started to move in tandem with her daughter, but Ellie halted her motion with a shake of her pretty head. “No, no… relax, Mom,” cooed the teen. “You just fucked the holy hell out of Sally… now let me do the work.”

Years of jogging every morning before breakfast had given Ellie strong, supple legs, and now she was flexing them to pump her body up and down, riding her mother, mouth hanging slack as she picked up speed. Her cunt was so wet that the cock made tiny slurping sounds as it plunged in and out, in and out to Ellie’s increasingly frantic thrusts.

While her sister bucked and rocked atop their mother, Sally nuzzled Anne’s ear, both hands moving to cup the woman’s generous breasts. “Sweet Momma,” she whispered, rolling over to gaze down at her.

Anne stared longingly at her oldest child, their noses nearly touching. “Baby…” Her tongue emerged to tease Sally’s lips, then mother and daughter came together in a ravenous soul kiss.

“Oh yeah,” gasped Ellie as she rode her mother’s eight inches, staring down at the back of Sally’s head. “Let m-me see you g-guys kiss… oh God, let me w-watch…”

Without breaking apart, daughter and mother moved to give Ellie what she wanted — Sally shifting back onto her side, Anne following her eldest child’s lead. The two women kissed lewdly, tongues tangling together in a lustful dance intended to fan the flames of the younger sister’s arousal.

It worked and then some. A choked cry exploded from Ellie’s throat, quickly muffled when she clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sounds of her rapture as the seventeen-year-old was consumed by her third and most powerful orgasm of the night.

Anne and Sally fell apart, staring up in awe at Ellie. The teen was now hunched over, gripping a flexing thigh with her free hand as she fucked her mother’s cock with quick, slashing thrusts, panting “Huh! Huh! Huh!” into her palm with each stroke.

Suddenly Ellie’s hips went rigid, cutting off her up-and-down movements in mid-thrust, all eight-inches buried inside her body. The girl uncurled her frame, throwing her head back, face pointed to the ceiling. She was utterly still but for a barely perceptible shiver, more felt than seen.

Then the teen seemed to deflate, slumping forward as she released her held breath in a long, slow exhalation.

Rising to her knees, Sally took hold of her baby sister’s arm, helping a very dazed Ellie dismount from her mother, then laying her down as gently as she was able. She bent to kiss Ellie’s flushed cheek, then turned to Anne as the older woman was unfastening the harness to her strap-on and gingerly removing it.

The jutting cock glistened with the thick honey of womanly passion. Anne examined it with a knowing smile, then turned to Sally. As her eyes met those of her oldest daughter, she took a long, slow lick up the length of the toy, then proffered it to the young woman. “Like to share?”

Grinning, Sally leaned in to swipe at the sticky cock with her tongue; then she and her mother eagerly cleaned every trace of vaginal juices from its surface, pausing occasionally to sample the essence of Ellie’s sex from each other’s lips.

This happy task accomplished, Anne placed the device upon the bed, next to her feet. She and Sally shared a quick kiss, then both women moved to lie down on either side of the damp, flushed Ellie, framing the girl.

“Heeeyyy, Sis,” Sally drawled. “Still in the land of the living, are we?”

“Barely,” the teen mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes. “I think maybe…” and her voice trailed off into a contented yawn before she could finish her sentence, “maybe I exploded!” Pursing her lips in concentration, she wiggled her toes, then fingers. “Nope, I’m still in one piece. One tired, sweaty, smelly piece.”

Anne nuzzled her daughter’s chest. “Well, I think you smell wonderful after sex, sweetheart.” She lightly kissed Ellie’s nipple, then slowly sat up, wrapping both arms around her knees. “Listen, girls,” she murmured, her voice suddenly taking a sober tone, “we need to talk about… about this.”

“Okay,” Sally quietly replied. Ellie nodded in agreement as she slowly raised herself onto one elbow, still breathing deeply.

Anne continued. “I guess the most important question is this.” She took a moment to think, carefully considering her words. “What we did, the three of us… was it a one-time event, or… or will we make love again?” She paused. “Should we?”

The girls’ eyes met and held for a long, sweet while. What each saw in the other’s face was love; a love that went far beyond the blood bond of sisterhood. Sally blushed as Ellie’s hand crept into hers, giving it a small squeeze. Then they turned back to Anne, both smiling.

Sally spoke first, as she usually did. “Mom, the thing is — well, Ellie and I, we’ve been apart for much too long…” She glanced at her sister’s face once again, drinking in the adoration she saw there before shifting back to Anne. “…and we’re going to be lovers again, just like it used to be.” Sally placed a hand upon her mother’s shoulder. “You can be a part of that too, Mom… if you want it.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, suddenly dazed as she caught the meaning of her daughter’s words. “Honey, I don’t know…”

“C’mon, Mom,” Ellie spoke up, “we have to be together.” She leaned in closer, her eyes dancing. “Dad’s not giving you what you need anymore — and you aren’t with anyone else right now, you said so. Why not… be with us?”

Sally allowed her hand to glide up her mother’s neck to touch Anne’s flushed cheek. “You’re still sexy and desirable, Mom… you need a lover. A real lover. That could be us… Ellie and me. Your lovers.”

“It’s perfect!” squealed Ellie in a loud whisper, making the bed shake as she bobbed her head excitedly. “And way romantic, too. Think about it, you guys… all the stuff we could do! We could go out on a date in the minivan, all three of us… then go somewhere private and get totally crazy in the back!” She seized the still-moist strap-on, then brandished it before her mother. “Can I fuck you with this, Mom?”

“Enough, you two!” Anne hissed, and they fell silent. She glared at her daughters for a few seconds, then finally laughed, rolling her eyes. “Christ almighty, the way you girls team up on me… no wonder I always let you get away with murder.”

“Well, Mom,” began Ellie, grinning hugely, “what we want is way nicer than committing homicide…”

“Shush, child, and listen to me,” Anne demanded. “Both of you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “I adore you two, you know that. What we shared together just now was the most amazing experience I’ve ever had. And I’m… flattered that you want me to be a real lover to you. But I’m not sure that I can be both a mom and a girlfriend.” Both daughters opened their mouths to speak, but Anne held up a hand to silence them. “If you two want to be in a serious relationship, you’ve got my blessing… though I do think that you’ll have to keep it secret. And I’ll make love with either of you — or both of you — whenever you want me… but I think that’s taking things far enough between us for now.” She laughed, running nervous fingers through her hair. “I suppose what I’m saying is… I’d like to keep this little affair of ours casual.”

Sally grinned sheepishly. “Okay, Mom. Guess we shouldn’t get too carried away…”

“Well, I kinda like the idea of having my mom for a girlfriend,” Ellie cooed, “but regular sex works for me, thanks.”

Anne smiled sweetly at her daughters. “But I’m not saying that you shouldn’t, well… romance me. Who knows? I might just fall in love with you both if you try…”

Surprised, the two young women stared at their mother. Ellie broke the silence, shaking her head in what might have been admiration. “Jeez, Mom — you’re weird, but I sure do love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” added Sally. “And I don’t think you’re so weird — especially compared to Miss Thing here.” She patted her sister’s bottom with a smirk, and Ellie replied by sticking out her tongue.

Anne took a deep breath. “Well, girls… I had a marvelous time sharing my bed with you,” she cooed, the end of her sentence trailing off into a long yawn. She stretched herself luxuriously. “But it is getting late… time to break up this little party, I think.”

“I guess,” Ellie muttered reluctantly. “Wish we could all sleep together, though.”

Anne shook her head. “No, hon. We can’t take even the slightest chance of your father catching us… not if you want to keep this, this thing — I’m not even sure what to call it, what we’re doing. Pure insanity, I’d say. And if Ron found out, it would be a disaster for us all.”

“I know, I know,” the teen sighed, pouting a bit.

“Hey, at least you guys get to fuck next week… and the week after that!” Sally retorted. “Shit, I have to be back on the East Coast first thing Monday morning for that damned teacher’s assistants meeting.”

“Hmmm… I have an interesting idea,” Anne said slowly, a flicker of sudden excitement in her eyes. “Why don’t I tell your father that we three want to have some… some girl time together, and that we’ll be staying at the Chevoor for a couple of nights?”

“Oooooh!” squeaked Ellie. “That’s a killer plan!”

“Not so loud, El!” Sally whispered fiercely before turning to her mother. “God, that’s the swankest hotel in town… won’t Dad be pissed at being left out?”

Anne snorted. “Believe me, having the house all to himself is the kind of vacation Ron dreams of. He can have friends over for an all-night poker game, make a huge pot of that disgusting hobo chili of his and watch porno tapes for hours — the ones he doesn’t think I know he has, by the way.” She giggled. “As for me and my darling daughters… we’ll be stark naked in a luxury suite at the Chevoor, indulging our every wicked whim.”

“Cool! Can we do the spa, Mom? Can we, can we?” Ellie bounced eagerly in place.

“Oh, of course,” Anne replied. “We’ll do it up in style — having meals sent up, ordering bottles of vintage wine…” She saw Ellie’s face light up at that, and laughed. “Yes, honey, you can have some.”

“Get a room with a jacuzzi, Mom,” Sally added. “I’ve always wanted to fool around in one.”

“And we can watch some hot lesbian porn!” Ellie grinned. “I hear they have a huge X-rated movie selection.”

“But mainly,” Anne cooed, “we’ll be making love in every way imaginable. In fact, we’re going to fuck each other silly.” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, gazing hungrily at her daughters. “Are you two into… anal sex?” The girls both nodded. “Good… I love taking it in the ass, and it’s been ages.” She grimaced. “I never could interest your father… he calls it ‘unnatural’. So — are either of you interested in butt-fucking your mom?”

Ellie’s eyes flashed. “Totally!” she squealed.

“Yeah, I’d be into that,” said Sally. “Um, I like a little back door action myself, so maybe one of you guys could do me that way, too…?”

“Oh, yes… this little trip is definitely happening,” Anne purred. “I’m making the reservations first thing in the morning.”

“God, this is gonna be totally insane,” Ellie enthused. “I can’t wait!”

“Pack light, girls… I plan to keep you both naked for pretty much the entire stay. Bring your sex toys, though, if you have them.” She laughed. “But that’s for tomorrow. Now get to bed, you two. I’m fading fast. First, though,” she added, “one goodnight kiss apiece.”

Eyes sparkling, Ellie moved first, leaning in to crush her mouth to Anne’s, quickly bringing an eager tongue into play. Mother and daughter hummed pleasurably as their kiss deepened; tongues meeting, mingling.

Finally Anne broke the passionate connection. “Down, girl,” she panted, staring at her flushed child. “You’ll get me worked up all over again.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind…” breathed Ellie, reaching up to cup her mother’s breasts.

Anne shook her head, but with an affectionate smile. “Patience, honey… we’ll make love over and over again, I promise you. Every kind of pleasure that women can share. But for now…” She placed a tiny kiss on Ellie’s nose. “Momma needs her beauty sleep, okay?”

“Oh, Mom,” Ellie giggled, allowing herself to topple over onto her back, “come off it. You’re beautiful now.”

Anne laughed. “I love you too, sweetheart.” She shifted her gaze to Sally. “Your turn…”

Sally approached slowly, eyes locked with Anne’s. Kneeling before her, she sought out her parent’s mouth with her own. Unlike Ellie, the older daughter chose a far more tender approach, her lips silky-soft as they lightly brushed those of her mother.

Anne moaned, lips parting just enough for Sally’s tongue to slip between them, the young woman kissing her with a passion that glowed rather than burned. Sally licked a slow, sensuous circle around her mom’s mouth, cupping the older woman’s face in both hands.

They gently parted, eyes opening simultaneously. Sally and her mother stared at one another for several heartbeats, then Anne said “My gracious,” in a faint voice. Glancing from one daughter to the other, she said, “Thank you, girls. You’ve made me happy tonight… happier than I can put into words.” She rose somewhat shakily to her feet. “Help me fix the blankets, will you?”

No words were spoken as the three women straightened the skewed covers, then turned them down for the night. This accomplished, Anne climbed into bed, tugging the blanket up to her shoulders as she settled in. “See you in the morning… we’re having blueberry pancakes.” She pointed at the floor. “Don’t forget your clothes.”

Sally and Ellie quickly gathered up their scattered things, then each bent in turn to kiss her mother’s cheek before padding toward the door. “Good night, Mom… love you,” whispered Sally.

“Love you, Mom. Night-night,” added Ellie as she cautiously opened the door into the hallway and peered out.

“Good night, girls. I love you both.” Anne blew her daughters a kiss, then extended a hand to switch off the table lamp, sending the room into darkness.

Giving their mother one last smile, Sally lifting her hand in a fleeting wave, the sisters tiptoed into the hall, carefully shutting the door behind them. Then Ellie, her clothes clutched in one hand, seized her big sister’s wrist with the other, leading Sally across the long corridor to their old bedroom.

Once inside, Ellie quickly closed the door behind them. “Fuck that icebox that we call a guest room,” she cheerfully announced. “You’re sleeping in my bed tonight!”

Sally laughed. “How can I refuse such a charming offer?”

“You can’t. C’mon — let’s get under the covers.”

The sisters crawled into bed, shifting about as they got comfortable. Finally they lay spooned together, Ellie’s bottom nestled against the warmth of Sally’s mound.

“Jeez, that was amazing!” Ellie suddenly blurted. “God, I still can’t believe it really happened…”

“It did, though,” murmured Sally, resting her chin on her sister’s shoulder.

“We fucked our own mother, Sal,” the younger girl said in an awed tone. “We had sex with Mom.”

“That’s not all that happened, though,” Sally replied. “You and I… we found each other again.” She searched for and found her sister’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “How did it happen, El? How could we have drifted apart like we did?”

“I don’t know, Sal… we just did.”

A heavy sigh. “Five fucking years… just thinking about it makes me want to cry.”

Ellie wriggled around to face her big sister, firmly grasping her arm. “Don’t you dare, Sally Stratton… you’ll have me crying too.”

“I won’t. Anyhow, it doesn’t matter… I’ve got you back, and this time it’s for keeps.” She nuzzled Ellie’s face. “I love you, El.”

“Me too, Sal. So… it’s really true, about you and me — we’re real lovers and, and, and everything?”

“Yeah. Especially everything.”

Ellie propped herself up on one elbow, gazing at her big sister in the moonlight that spilled like milk through the open drapes. “What about Mom? She says she just wants to be, y’know, casual… but do you think we can, m-make her fall in love with us? Cause that seems like — like something I really want to do now.” She thoughtfully nibbled her lip. “Maybe… I’ve felt that way about her for a long time, and just didn’t know.” Lying down again, she reached out for Sally, wrapping her arms around the older girl. “When I think about you, me and Mom being in love for real… jeez, it’s making me tingle all over!”

Sally touched Ellie’s cheek. “I feel that way, too… we can’t push her, though, El. Let’s just make her know how much we want her, how strong our love is… somehow I think we can win her in the end.” She yawned, stretched. “Okay, let’s talk about this later, babe — we need to get some shut-eye. Just ’cause we stayed up late doing the wild thing with Mom doesn’t mean she won’t be rousting us from bed for breakfast at 9:30.”

“Blueberry pancakes, I know. Um, Sally… I know it’s late, but, well… I was kinda hoping that we could, y’know, fuck before we go to sleep…?”

Sally’s eyes opened, and she stared incredulously at her sister. “Damn, girl… you are insatiable.”

Ellie giggled. “Just call me horny, ma’am.”

Sally couldn’t help but grin. “Welllll…” she drawled, “I did get pretty turned on myself, watching you ride Mom like a rodeo cowboy…”

Ellie rolled onto her back. pulling Sally on top of her. “Take me,” she breathed, wrapping her lithe legs around the older girl. “Have your way with me. I wanna be your baby-sister fuck toy.”

Her pulse galloping, Sally felt Ellie’s open cunt rub against her lower belly… and she responded, grinding back against the sticky hot flesh. “Kinky bitch,” she growled, moving her pelvis in tight little circles.

Ellie raised her head to bite at Sally’s ear, making her big sister squeal in surprise. “Don’t analyze me, sis,” she whispered, allowing both sets of fingernails to travel slowly down her lover’s back, “just do me.” Suddenly, a wicked smile flashed upon her face. “Sally… let’s pretend it’s our first time again, and I’m only ten, and I have to let you do whatever you want, but I’m cool with it…”

Before Sally could speak, Ellie uncoiled her body from her sister’s… lying flat on her back beneath the older girl. The feral glint had vanished from the teen’s eyes, and she gazed up in a mixture of wonder and awe at her beloved big sister. “Sal…” she moaned in a soft, little-girl voice. “Oh, Sally, this feels s-so nice… what’re you doing to me?”

The blood seemed to roar through Sally’s veins as she stared down at the transformed Ellie. “Making love to you, El,” she gasped. “Making love.” And, lowering herself onto the slighter body stretched out beneath hers, she claimed the mouth of her baby sister in a fierce, heated kiss.

*****

The original version of “…and I’ll show you mine,” only went as far as the first chapter. After its posting, I received more requests for a sequel than for anything I’d ever written. Not wanting to disappoint my half-dozen or so readers, I began to think about how best to approach such a project.

Turn back the calendar to nearly two years earlier, when Leslita author Kathy-Anne Niemann posted a great story entitled “After Eighteen Years,” about a pair of sisters who were lovers nearly two decades earlier. The story ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, and I immediately emailed Kathy-Anne to beg her for a second chapter. She politely declined, but generously offered to let yours truly pick up the story’s thread.

Anyhow, when I was pondering a sequel to “…and I’ll show you mine,” it occurred to me that my version of Kathy-Anne’s story, with a few appropriate changes, would be ideal for the job. Once again, I emailed her to get permission, which she kindly granted. I ended up packing enough material on both ends of her plot to stretch the thing out to six times its original length, being such a wordy bastard. My fervent thanks to Kathy-Anne, both for her writing and her kindness.

By JetBoy

Seven years later…

Sally Stratton collapsed into the couch, her younger sister Ellie falling into a nearby chair. Both women sighed contentedly, then Sally reached for the bottle of Cabernet she’d left on the end table. Cautiously extracting the cork with her fingers, she filled a glass with wine, pausing to savor the bouquet before taking her first leisurely sip.

“Hey, can I have some of that?” asked Ellie.

Sally gave her sister a sideways glance. “And you a mere child of seventeen… you just want to get me in trouble for contributing to the delinquency of a minor,  don’t you?” She snickered, then ducked a carelessly thrown TV Guide. “Okay, okay!” Holding up a hand in surrender, she passed the bottle to Ellie. “Here, help yourself. Just don’t tell the parental units. And don’t drink from the bottle, for God’s sake. Be civilized, get a glass.”

“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled Ellie, stomping into the kitchen to seize a glass from the dish rack, then back into the living room to flop down in the chair. “Mom lets me have wine every now and then,” she declared, “that is, if Dad’s not around. Jeez, I’ll be legal in two years anyway.” Grabbing the bottle, she carefully measured out a rather large drink.

“Thirsty, are we?” murmured Sally.

“Up yours,” grinned the teen. “I earned it, with this pair of dishpan hands.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sally said, raising her glass. “Merry fucking Christmas, sis.”

Ellie held her own glass up and took a warm gulp. “Merry fucking Christmas. God, I’m glad it’s over. Nearly over,” she added, glancing at the clock above the fireplace.

It was approaching midnight, and they had just dispensed with the last of the dishes from the enormous Christmas dinner. The house had been full of relatives from both sides of the family tree. Arranging and preparing for the event had taken weeks, and Sally had been marshaled into duty minutes after arriving home for winter break by her mother Anne, who had given her eldest daughter a hug, a kiss, and just enough time to shrug out of her overcoat before handing her an apron and pointing toward the kitchen.

The party had ended two hours earlier, but there had been plenty of cleaning up left to do when the last of the guests had said their goodbyes. Their mother Anne had wanted to stay up and help the girls, but Ellie and Sally wouldn’t have it, shooing her upstairs.

Now that the work was over and done with, the sisters relaxed in the living room, listening to a jazz CD. The parents had gone to bed, and the house was blissfully still.

The two sisters sipped their wine, savoring this oasis of calm after the hours of frenzied activity. In fact, what with a grueling week of finals just before her flight home from Dartmouth; then the dozens of party tasks her mother had delegated over the last few days, this felt like the first tranquil moment Sally had enjoyed in ages. She sank a little deeper into the comforting embrace of the couch with a happy sigh.

Ellie was wearing her Christmas sweater, the one her mother had knitted — red, with little green holly leaves above her left breast. She’d paired it with khaki slacks that fit snugly. Sally wore a maroon skirt, which came up to just above her knees and was slit halfway up the left side. She’d worn a semi-sheer blouse, open just enough to show a tantalizing hint of cleavage.

Ellie broke the silence, smiling wistfully as she cupped her wine glass in both hands. “Can I ask you something?” she said. “It’s sort of personal.”

Sally shrugged. “Fire away.”

“Do you ever… think about the things we used to do together?”

Sally arched and eyebrow. “Things…?”

“You know,” Ellie replied. “Don’t pretend. Not now.”

The older sister paused, pondered. “What brought that on?” she finally asked.

Ellie traced the lip of the glass with her finger. “I can’t help but remember those days… especially when you’re here.”

Sally sat quietly for a moment, then slowly nodded. “Yeah… I guess I still think about it. Not as much as I used to, but…” She studied her younger sister. “Ever tell any of your girlfriends about us?”

“No,” Ellie replied. “I never would.”

“Really?” Sally tilted her head, an intrigued expression on her face. “Think they might get all… weird on you?”

“God, no,” snickered Ellie. “My last girlfriend Mandy — you never got to meet her… when she saw that snapshot I have of you in your volleyball uniform, she said you were, and I quote, a ‘hottie’, and told me she would love to take you to bed.” She giggled, then shook her head. “Jeez, if I ever even dropped a hint about the things you and I got up to back in the day, Mandy wouldn’t give me a minute’s peace until I introduced you to her. ” She fell silent, gazing into the embers that still glowed in the fireplace, then glanced up at Sally. “Honestly, I never wanted to tell anyone about you and me. It’s… it’s not for them. Only us.”

“I’ve never told anybody, either,” Sally nodded. “Probably for the same reason…”

Ellie smiled. “I knew you wouldn’t tell. Somehow, I just knew.”

“El,” murmured Sally, setting down her glass. “Have you given some more thought to… you know, coming out to Mom and Dad?”

Sighing heavily, the seventeen-year-old leaned back in her chair, studying her hands. “No,” she shrugged. “I think Mom would be okay with it, but Dad… he’d totally freak.” She glanced over at Sally. “What about you? When’s the last time you went to bed with a girl?”

“Oh… a couple of months ago, actually. Billy, the guy I’m seeing… he understands that I need to explore that side of myself every once in a while.” She grinned. “Of course, he’s bisexual himself, so…”

“No kidding!” Ellie exclaimed. “Is he into, you know, threesomes and all that?”

Sally shook her head. “No… and neither am I. We respect each other’s space that way.”

“Well, you and I never did a threesome, either. Not that we needed anything like that.”

“Guess not… still, it’s weird that the idea never came up. You’d think that we would’ve tried to get at least one of our friends into bed with us.”

I think what we had was perfect as it was. Just you and me.” Ellie hesitated, took another sip of wine, then gazed shyly at her older sister. “You know… for all the girls I’ve been with, I never had a better lover than you, sis.”

“That’s so sweet,” Sally smiled, blushing a bit. “I still have some of those pictures you drew of me. I love the one you did of us making out in the shower.”

Ellie giggled. “God, I’ll never forget that one! You were late getting back from volleyball, I was waiting for you… and feeling so hot and bothered that I thought I’d explode.” She tilted her head, studying her big sister. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”

“Yes… yes, we did. Funny how we’ve never talked about it since then.”

Ellie leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling… thinking about the night, nearly seven years ago, when she and Sally had become more than sisters.

She had been ten, Sally fifteen. They had always been close, much closer than any of their friends were with their siblings. Sally played volleyball, was a star member of the school debate team, extremely outgoing and popular at school. Ellie was shy, though lively and adorable with those who got to know her. She preferred artistic pursuits — drawing, painting, collage, sculpture.

Ellie began to look at her sister in a different way when Sally was just starting high school… and it began on one particular day when she was watching her older sibling play volleyball with her team. Ellie was just beginning to develop a real curiosity about sex and sexuality… and while the game was in progress, she noticed how nice her sister’s bottom looked in her black volleyball shorts, and how gracefully Sally moved on the field.

After that day, she began to think more and more about Sally, studying her big sister as she went through her daily routine… often feeling a kind of tickly sensation in her tummy at the sight of the older girl.

Soon, the ten-year-old began looking for any opportunity to see her big sister naked, or even in her underwear. She would lean against the bathroom door, listening to Sally when she was in the shower, wishing she could see her sister washing herself, confused as to why she felt that way. When Ellie was alone in the house, she would sometimes lie face down on Sally’s bed, savoring the scent of the older girl on the sheets.

She was jealous of Sally’s body, even as she longed for glimpses of it. Her sister had nicely developed breasts for her age and her hips were already assuming a womanly contour, but Ellie was still built like a boy. The single peek Ellie had stolen of her sister’s naked lower half revealed that Sally had a chestnut triangle of pubic hair, while her own sex was still completely bare.

Ellie had not yet realized that she had a crush on her older sister… but she would finally know the truth on that wonderful, magical night when everything changed between them both.

It began when Ellie had wandered into the bedroom she shared with Sally, having just brushed her teeth and changed into the t-shirt she always slept in — only to find Sally on all fours, naked but for a pair of red panties.

Her heart began to race at the sight of her beautiful big sister. Sally’s breasts were perfect, absolutely perfect; and the apple shape of her buttocks was set off beautifully by the skimpy panties.

Unable to think of anything else to say, Ellie had stammered “What’s up?” or something equally foolish.

Sally had glanced back at her, grinned, and replied, “I’m putting on a show for you!” then shook her bottom in a very enticing way.

Ellie had felt hot all over, so excited she could barely draw breath. Sally, doing a strip show for her…? She remembered cheering her sister on, encouraging her to continue.

Well. Sally sheepishly explained that she was really looking for her missing contact lens, and Ellie felt a twinge of disappointment that she tried her best to conceal. But then, instead of covering her nudity, the older girl continued to scan the floor in her undressed state. Even better, Sally began to move her bottom around in an almost sexual manner, as if she really was putting on a show for her baby sister. The vision of that beautiful rump had Ellie quivering inside.

Suddenly Ellie had an idea. A very wicked, very delicious idea that required every ounce of nerve the little girl possessed.

Grasping the waistband of her underpants, she slowly slid them down to just above her knees, then turned her back to her sister, who was still combing through the carpet. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the ten-year-old squealed, “Check this out, Sally!” then began to dance for her sister, arms and legs churning as she wiggled her bare bottom to an imaginary beat.

Ellie was unsure of how her sister might respond to this lewd display. Would Sally become peeved, or berate her for being childish? She stole quick glances at the half-dressed teen as she continued to grind her hips, thrilled to see that not only was her older sibling not offended, she seemed downright fascinated by Ellie’s partial nudity.

When a surprised Sally asked what she was doing, Ellie squealed, “I’m giving you a show!” And she kept right on dancing.

Seven years later, Ellie savored the memory of her beautiful big sister grinning with delight and clapping; then telling her she was “so cute… sexy, even!”… and the feeling of joy that suffused the little girl at those words.

But then, Sally said something else… something that excited Ellie so much that she felt strangely dizzy.

Sally said, “Okay, my turn.”

The game proceeded quickly from there, the sisters taking turns displaying their bodies for one another in a bold game of striptease, revealing a little more each time until they were both naked.

And when Ellie had removed her panties and lay back to pose on her bed, completely bare and open to Sally’s stare, her older sister had made a move so utterly freaky that it left the child gasping, incapable of thought or speech. Sally had dipped her face between Ellie’s parted legs and kissed her pussy!

It happened so quickly that the act took a few seconds to register, then her big sister was standing at the foot of the bed, blushing as she thumbed the elastic of those red panties, the last stitch of clothing between them — soon to join the rest on the floor.

From there, things could only get even more interesting. Neither of them wanted to stop playing, even when there was nothing left to take off. Sally got on all fours upon her bed, facing away from Ellie, who was kneeling right behind her, and bent down to display her vulva and anus to a trembling younger sister, inviting her to look more closely.

Ellie had stared in wonder at the juicy pink crease of Sally’s sex, framed by soft brown curls. Then there was the darker-hued anal pucker, nestled so enchantingly between her sister’s buttocks. It was the loveliest sight the ten-year-old had ever encountered. She felt herself almost moved to tears, for some reason she didn’t understand.

Then Sally turned to peer over her shoulder at her younger sibling. “Touch me, El,” she whispered. “Touch me there. See how it feels.”

Ellie’s heart smashed against her ribs like a mad, caged thing as she reached out, lightly grazing the moist heat of her sister’s vulva with nervous fingertips; then, surprised by the warmth she found, began to explore the sticky flesh.

That was only the beginning of the sexual delights the sisters would explore that evening. Minutes later, Ellie lay back, thighs splayed apart while Sally kissed and licked at her slit. The ten-year-old mewled and whimpered as her sister’s mouth brought her pleasure such as she never imagined possible.

Afterward they cuddled, exchanging whispered words of love.

It was like a chunk of paradise had fallen from the sky into Ellie’s hands. She’d always adored her big sister, and now Sally told her that they could be girlfriends,  too. The ten-year-old was struck nearly speechless with joy, suddenly understanding, deep down inside, just how badly she had wanted this without knowing.

Then Sally invited Ellie to kiss her, saying that it was what girlfriends did, after all. The shy little girl placed a hesitant peck upon her older sister’s lips, but Sally responded with a real kiss, a French kiss. Ellie, who had never even held hands with a boy, nearly swooned at how lovely Sally’s mouth felt on hers. Soon their tongues were engaged in a loving ballet, flickering back and forth as the sisters’ passion grew increasingly heated.

She could have kissed Sally for hours, but then the older girl broke away to show Ellie another way to feel wonderful, sucking at her nipples like a nursing baby would, slipping a hand between her legs to caress the child’s bare slit. Ellie panted helplessly, clutching at her big sister’s back as, once again, Sally made her come.

And as the ten-year-old lay dazed, tingling from head to toe in pleasure’s aftermath, Sally offered Ellie fingers that were sticky with the little girl’s juices. Ellie eagerly sucked them, then shared the flavor with her sister in a kiss.

Having savored and relished the delights of lesbian lovemaking, Ellie was struck by a burning desire to pleasure her big sister in the same way. And she did, first nursing at Sally’s breasts, each in turn; then squirming downward to lie prone between the teenager’s thighs. She was very nervous and a little scared, but determined to do her best to make Sally feel good.

Ellie quickly fell in love with her sister’s pussy — kissing and sucking at the rosy flesh, soft pubes tickling her lips as the thick, warm fluids of Sally’s cunt dripped from her chin, thrilling to the older girl’s moans of rapture. Before she knew it, Sally was bucking crazily on the bed, lost in the sweet release of orgasm.

The girls spent much of the night making love, playing ceaselessly with one another like children with wonderful new toys. Finally the drowsy sisters exchanged one last passionate kiss, then Sally slipped from Ellie’s bed, drawing the sheets over her already dozing baby sister. Climbing into her own bed, Sally soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, Sally was first to waken. She stretched herself luxuriously, then suddenly bolted upright in her bed, eyes wide as memories of her night with Ellie flooded her consciousness. It all came back: the teasing, the undressing, the surprising transition from playing games to making love. She recalled the warmth of her sister’s body, the taste of her sex, her angel-soft mouth.

Heart racing, Sally slowly turned to gaze at the still sleeping ten-year-old, curled up so enticingly in bed. A twinge of desire surged through the teen as she studied Ellie’s form, concealed by a thin blanket — knowing that her baby sister was naked underneath.

Then a discordant note interrupted the melody of Sally’s arousal: would Ellie still feel the same today as she had last night… still mean the loving words she had spoken in the heat of their passion? The fifteen-year-old nibbled thoughtfully at her lower lip. What if Ellie awakened feeling used, even violated? What if she cried? Became angry?

Determined not to give her sister an opportunity for regret, Sally thrust the covers to one side, rising to her feet. Sweeping her hair back with an impatient gesture, she padded over to stand next to Ellie’s pillow. Bending down, she placed a hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Ellie,” she whispered, “wake up.”

The little girl shifted, breaking into a yawn as her eyes fluttered open. “Whas’sup…?” she mumbled… then Ellie gasped, gaping open-mouthed at her naked sister as remembrances of the night kicked in. “Oh, Sally,” she breathed.

The teen shushed her younger sibling, touching a finger to Ellie’s lips. “Morning, sis,” she cooed. “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Ellie seemed utterly disoriented by Sally’s request, for the briefest instant. Then she smiled hugely. “Yeah!”

Slipping into robes, the girls tiptoed across the hallway to their bathroom, quickly shedding the terrycloth garments as the door clicked shut behind them.

Sally drew her sister into a loving embrace, cupping Ellie’s bottom as she kissed her. The ten-year-old melted into Sally’s arms, meeting the teen’s exploring tongue with her own.

After a long while they gently parted, sharing a shy smile.

“How do you feel about all this, El?” murmured Sally. “Are you okay with what we did last night?”

“Yeah,” Ellie sighed, her eyes shining with adoration. “It… it seems kinda like a dream to me… the nicest dream ever.” She hugged her big sister close, lightly kissing her neck. “I love you, Sally.”

“I love you too, sugarpop. Now come on — let’s get wet.”

They climbed into the shower cubicle, Sally turning on and adjusting the water. The two sisters took turns soaping and washing one another, pausing often for hot, hungry kisses. Then Sally knelt before her sister, nuzzling a path down her tummy to cover Ellie’s smooth slit with her mouth. Ellie slumped against the yellow-tiled wall, breath hissing through her teeth as Sally licked her to a knee-trembling orgasm.

Once the girl had regained her breath, she got Sally down on all fours, crouching behind her older sister. Parting her buttocks, Ellie began to trail her tongue through Sally’s anal cleft, recalling how wonderful it had felt when she had been licked that way a few hours ago. As she rimmed her sister, Ellie slipped a hand between the teen’s thighs, clumsily fondling her vulva. Soon Sally was panting in amazement, trembling violently as the ten-year-old girl brought her off.

Emerging from the shower, the girls toweled one another dry, then embraced.

“That was… oh, jeez, it was amazing,” Ellie murmured.

“God, it really was,” Sally responded. “You know… I’m probably going to want to do a lot more of that with you.”

Ellie giggled. “Oh… I think I’m okay with that.” She reached up to touch her sister’s face. “Love you, Sal.”

“I love you too, El… and it’s a different kind of love. Better!” She paused, then grinned. “Hey — wanna go on a date with me?”

Ellie gazed quizzically at her big sister. “Um… sure, yeah. Where? When?”

“Tonight, in our room, about nine o’clock,” purred Sally.

“I’ll totally be there!” the ten-year-old squeaked, giggling excitedly. “Should I dress up?”

Sally shook her head. “Just bring your sexy little self.”

With that, they shared an altogether un-sisterly kiss before donning their bathrobes and heading downstairs to the kitchen, where their mother was making breakfast.

From that morning forward, Sally and Ellie were lovers.

They explored their newfound intimacy as often as they were able — and what with sharing a bedroom, they had many opportunities to learn the ways of lesbian love. Sally got an older friend to purchase a vibrator for her, which she used to break Ellie’s hymen not long after her baby sister turned eleven.

Until Sally left to attend college, the intimacy the sisters shared was the most important relationship of their young lives. They both dated and had sex with others, but only occasionally, always returning to one another. It was natural, it was beautiful, it was perfect. The night before Sally left, she and Ellie made love so forcefully that they finally collapsed from exhaustion, their tears mingling in a sorrowful aftermath as they bid each other goodbye.

Sally’s school was nearly a thousand miles away, and she was unable to return home until the very end of her freshman year. Once separated, the sisters drifted into new relationships. Sally began to date boys, though she continued to enjoy sex with females as well. Ellie decided she was gay, and indulged herself with girls whose tastes ranged from bi-curious to openly lesbian — though she was always careful to keep her preference a secret from their sweet but very conservative father.

With the passage of time, their youthful sexual adventures with each other came to seem naive, even childish; and they never picked up the thread of their romance when Sally finally returned from school. There was an awkwardness between them at first that they overcame by maintaining a careful silence about the special, secret loving they’d shared for more than two years. Gradually, with the passage of time, Sally and Ellie were able to resume a normal sisterly relationship.

Now, staring into glasses of wine, Sally and Ellie were speaking of their incestuous lovemaking for the first time since those heady days. They sat together in silence, but suddenly on edge with an unexpected excitement as they listened to the music in the glow of the Christmas tree.

Ellie nibbled nervously at her lip as she studied her sister. Taking a deep breath, she spoke. “I was watching your ass move all night while you were walking around… all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch it.” Her voice faltered, but she soldiered on. “I… I wanted to take you into the basement and feel you up, like we used to do.”

Sally arched an eyebrow. “Wow… you really have been giving this some thought, haven’t you?” Her heart was now throbbing steadily, and there was a restless warmth building between her legs. She shifted in her seat, murmuring, “It’s been a long time…”

“Know what started it? I was looking at that picture of you and me in Mom’s photo album. Remember — the one of us on the beach in California?”

Sally nodded. The photograph was of the girls in their two-piece swim suits, hugging each other and smiling brightly for the camera. Sally’s nipples were prominent, and the line of Ellie’s slit could be perceived through her bikini bottoms.

“If Mom knew what we did in the motel room that night, she’d have fainted,” Ellie said.

“That’s for sure,” Sally said, with a quiet smile.

They sat silently for a long moment, listening to the whispery caress of Miles Davis’ trumpet, sipping at their wine.

“So, El… let me ask you something,” Sally finally said, setting her glass down.

“What?”

She gazed evenly at her sister. “If I was to pull up my skirt and take off my panties… would you come over here and kiss me?”

Her eyes alight, Ellie nodded slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I would.”

Sally leaned back on the couch and tugged the hem of her skirt above her hips to reveal black panties. These she slowly slid down and off, carelessly dropping them on the floor. She put her arms behind her head, watching, waiting.

Ellie slowly rose, then padded over to where Sally sat on the couch, kneeling before her. The sisters drifted into each other’s arms and, for the first time in five years, shared a kiss.

It was gentle at first, but Ellie quickly brought her tongue into play, tracing Sally’s mouth. The older girl moaned, eagerly parting her lips. Within seconds, they were kissing like ardent lovers, as if they’d never been apart.

Their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies. Sally’s hands slipped into Ellie’s slacks, squeezing her ass through silky white panties. Ellie clumsily shoved her pants down to her knees, then embraced Sally again.

Sally parted her legs to accommodate her sister, letting Ellie grind lustfully against her mound. The motion and the heat sent waves of pleasure rippling through Sally’s tummy. Ellie unbuttoned her sister’s blouse, then dipped her head to kiss the tops of Sally’s breasts. Sally struggled with Ellie’s sweater, finally tugging it over her head to reveal a sheer red bra, her younger sibling’s nipples easily visible beneath the cups.

Ellie sat up, unbuttoning her pants, then flicked open the clasp of her bra while Sally eased herself up to struggle free of her own. Now bare-breasted, the two sisters came together in a frantic embrace, kissing passionately.

Ellie’s hand found its way between Sally’s thighs, and the older girl parted her legs to admit her sister’s questing fingers. She put her own hand inside Ellie’s panties, closing her eyes as she fondled the warm, secret part of her baby sister that she hadn’t touched in years.

“God, I love you, Sally,” Ellie breathed, as her older sibling worked a finger, then two, inside her.

“I… I love you too, Ellie!”

“Do you like it, Sal — my fingers inside you? Jeez, your pussy is like an oven!”

“Oh, fuck… I didn’t realize how m-much I missed this…”

Their hands worked frantically as the sisters brought their mouths together in a bruising kiss.

When the inevitable climax came, it enveloped both of them at the same time. They shuddered and moaned and clutched at one another, Ellie’s face buried in her sister’s neck.

After the throes of ecstasy passed, they lay quietly, holding each other close and listening to the sounds of their breathing.

And then, another sound. A soft cry of surprise.

Ellie and Sally looked up, both stiffening as they saw their mother Anne, standing in front of the Christmas tree in her nightgown, a look of utter shock on her face.

Sally imagined the tableau, just as Mom must have seen it: her two daughters on the couch, the eldest one with her legs spread as wide as they could go, the youngest with her slacks bunched at her ankles. Both women bare-breasted and their fingers still buried inside one another.

“Uh… hi, Mom,” Ellie said, eventually.

Anne slowly sat down in a nearby chair. “My God,” she gasped, “what are you two doing?”

Sally and Ellie glanced at one another, then slowly turned to face their mother.

Sally smiled weakly. “Um… well, I guess you could say that we’re making love, Mom.” She withdrew her hand from between her sister’s thighs, and Ellie followed suit.

Anne’s gaze drifted down to glance at her daughters’ exposed vulvas. She shook her head, as if to clear it. “How… how long has this been going on between you two?”

The sisters made eye contact again, both thinking the same thing: Should we tell her? Ellie shrugged, and Sally turned to Anne again, sighing heavily.

“Well, Mom,” she mumbled, “we first made love, um, seven years ago.”

Anne seemed dazed. “Seven years… Jesus. You were just children then!”

Ellie spoke up. “We just ended up… getting together, Mom. Neither of us planned it. It’s hard to explain how it happened.”

Sally put in, “This is the first time we’ve been together since I left for college. We just wanted to… to be intimate again, for old time’s sake.” She paused. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Anne gazed evenly at her daughters. “Don’t say you’re sorry,” she said, folding her arms. “You’re only feeling guilty because I caught you.”

Sally slowly nodded her head as she smoothed down her skirt, covering her nakedness. “I… I guess so… but that’s because Ellie and I love each other, Mom. Maybe more than most sisters, but…”

“Well, I’m not sorry about us,” Ellie said firmly. “I feel bad if you’re upset, Mom… but what Sally and I shared together was beautiful. It made us happy.” She wrapped her arms around her big sister. “And being with her again just made me realize how much I’ve missed what we had.”

“All right,” Anne said softly. “I understand.”

Ellie and Sally broke apart, exchanging a look of surprise. “Uh, Mom…” Ellie began, “you… you aren’t going to lecture us? Read us the riot act?” She nibbled at her thumbnail. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking you this, but, well, aren’t you upset? You just caught me and Sally fucking, for God’s sake!”

Anne sighed, then smiled wryly. “You two aren’t the only girls in the world who’ve been to bed with other women, you know.”

The sisters exchanged an even more astonished glance, then turned back to their mother. “Mom…” Sally began, hesitated, then began again. “Mom, are you telling us that… that you’ve had sex with women?”

Anne nodded. “Yes… many times.”

Ellie and Sally waited for their mother to continue, but she said nothing. Sally leaned forward, hands on her knees, while Ellie sat back, pants still around her ankles.

Finally Ellie spoke, a hint of impatience in her voice. “When, Mom?”

“The first time was back in college,” Anne began. “It was a girls’ school, after all. You’d be surprised how many of the women there were willing to experiment, even in those days.” She gazed wistfully into space. “I shared a room with a girl named Sophie… she and I were lovers for nearly two years.”

“So what happened?” Ellie asked.

Anne shrugged. “Oh, your father and I began to date… and he got me pregnant. So he and I got married, and I dropped out of college. I saw Sophie a time or two after that, but we never made love again.”

“Um… were there others?” Sally asked.

Anne gazed pointedly at her daughters. “What I’m going to tell you stays in this room, agreed?” Ellie and Sally nodded eagerly, and Anne continued. “Yes, there were others. Your dad is a good man, and he takes care of us… but I’ve never really been in love with him.” She paused. “I’d never cheat on Ron with another man, but I couldn’t give up women. I’ve had several affairs since we’ve been married.”

“Wow,” Ellie whispered. “Does Dad know?”

“No,” Anne said softly. She sighed. “Anyhow, I guess that’s why I’m not angry at you two for… what you’re doing. If it makes you happy, then don’t deny yourself.” Smiling, she added, “I have to say… you two are beautiful together.”

Sally glanced at her sister… and saw something in Ellie’s eyes that made her heartbeat quicken. Something about a conversation they had shared while lying naked in bed together, years ago. A certain conversation about how sexy their mother still was…

Turning back to Anne, Sally spoke, carefully measuring her words. “So, Mom… how long has it been since you’ve made love to a woman?”

Anne stared down at her hands. “A few years. There hasn’t really been anyone who I could be with that I know of, since my last lover moved to Toronto… and I would feel, oh, totally awkward going into a lesbian bar and hooking up with a stranger. I’m just too old for that.”

“Too old? Mom, you’re only forty-six… you’re still totally desirable!”

“Thank you, honey. I suppose I should get out there and try to find someone… seeing you girls together only reminds me of how much I’ve missed it.” She rose from the chair. “Well, I think I’d better go back to bed, and give you two some privacy. Just keep the noise down, all right?”

Once more the sisters made eye contact — and they both smiled. Ellie nodded to Sally as if to say, Go ahead.

Heart racing, Sally pushed herself up from the couch with trembling hands and moved to where her mother stood.

“You know, Mom,” she murmured, “if you really want to make love to a woman again… all you have to do is stay down here with us.” She kissed her mother’s mouth, then drew back to smile lovingly at a gaping Anne. “Ellie and I would love to be with you.”

Anne looked over to where her other daughter stood, only to gasp as she saw Ellie step out of her pants and underwear, then move in to join her mother and sister, nude from the waist down.

“I d-don’t know about this, girls…” Anne stammered… but she made no move to leave, or even break away from her daughters.

“C’mon, Mommy,” Ellie cooed, “join us.” She wrapped her arms around Anne, leaning in to kiss her mother’s neck.

“We… we can’t do this,” Anne gasped. “I — I’m your mother, for God’s sake.”

“Well, Ellie is my sister,” Sally purred, pausing to lick around the edge of Anne’s ear. “And you just told us how beautiful we were together.” She reached around to fondle her mother’s shapely ass. “Just think how much more beautiful the three of us would be in bed.”

“Doesn’t that sound hot, Mom?” Ellie added. “It sure does to me…”

“A mother and her daughters,” whispered Sally, brushing Anne’s breasts with her fingertips, “making love. Sharing their bodies. Getting closer than most parents ever are with their children.”

“I… I’m not s-sure about this,” Anne whimpered, her resistance clearly giving way.

Sally slipped her hand through the folds of her mother’s nightgown, then inside the elastic waistband of Anne’s panties. The older woman gasped as her oldest daughter slid a finger into her cunt… then another.

“You can’t say that you aren’t excited, Mom,” Sally purred, “not when you’re this wet.” She swirled her fingers around inside her mother’s vagina… then withdrew her hand, bringing it to her mouth. Anne stared as her daughter first licked once at her glistening fingers, then smeared her lips with the wetness that coated them.

Turning to Ellie, Sally cooed, “Want a taste of Mom’s pussy, Sis?”

Nodding, Ellie leaned in to kiss Sally, licking her way around her older sister’s mouth.

“My God,” Anne whispered. “You two are so fucking sexy…”

Then Ellie turned to Anne, reaching for her hand. Before the older woman had time to think, Ellie had tucked it between her legs, pressing her mother’s fingers against her exposed pussy.

“Feel that, Mommy,” she whispered, “how wet I am. That’s how you make me… the thought of making love to you.”

“Oh, my,” Anne whispered, trembling from head to toe. “My girls… my wonderful girls… I shouldn’t, but I want you b-both so much.” She leaned in to Ellie, taking her daughter’s mouth in a kiss.

Surprising the teen, Anne brought her tongue into play first, Frenching Ellie so passionately that the half-naked young woman moaned into her mother’s mouth. She quickly responded, her own tongue emerging to engage Anne’s.

Sally, meanwhile, began to unfasten the buttons of her mother’s nightgown, opening the front to bare Anne’s breasts. She paused to admire them — full and creamy, with only a hint of sag. Heart racing, she dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, God,” Anne gasped, breaking away. “G-girls… let’s not do this here. Let’s go up to my room and get comfortable.” Still breathing heavily, she gave her daughters a bad-girl smile. “I think my bed is big enough for three.”

The three women paused to straighten themselves, the girls quickly slipping back into their clothes. Then Anne reached out to take a hand from each daughter. “Come,” she murmured. “Do not wake your father.”

Hand in hand they climbed the stairs, then tiptoed together down the hallway, finally entering Anne’s bedroom.

Continue on to Part Three

By JetBoy

“Damn! Oh… damn it!”

Fifteen-year-old Sally Stratton let out a frustrated sigh. She knew she should have waited to take out her contact lenses until she was in the bathroom, but her stupid little sister had been in there for so long that she’d grown impatient — and now she’d dropped one of them!

Grimacing, Sally got down on her hands and knees to hunt for it, carefully peering around where she’d been standing, her fingers gently sifting through the tufts of the shag carpet.

“Wow, what a great view!” a little voice sang behind her.

Sally twisted about to see her ten-year-old sister Ellie standing in the doorway, taking in the sight of her panty-clad bottom. And quite a view it must have been, the older girl realized. The way she’d been kneeling, her ass was jutting out and pointed directly at the doorway… and all she had on were socks and her skimpy red panties, the ones that Mom had allowed her to buy instead of a thong.

Ellie flung herself onto Sally’s bed, bouncing excitedly a few times. “What’cha doing, Sal?”

Sally glared at her baby sister, somewhat irked by the girl’s irrepressible perkiness… then her expression softened into a wry smile. It was impossible to stay mad at Ellie for very long. She had to admit to herself that, no matter what an irritant she could be at times, her younger sibling was truly lovable. She was a real cutie, too… especially the way she looked now, in her Lizzie McGuire t-shirt and panties, ready for bed in the room they shared.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Sally replied. She wiggled her butt a little bit, giving Ellie a sultry look like she’d seen Veronica Lake do in an old movie the other night. “I’m putting on a show for you!” And she shook her ass again.

Enthralled, Ellie stared at her sister’s bare breasts, which she usually didn’t get to see. She felt a strange stirring deep inside; this was a weird game, but she liked it! “Really? Cool!” She began to clap. “Woooo-hoo! Let’s see some more!”

Sally actually blushed. She had felt her nipples begin to harden from the thrill of assuming this lewd position in front of another girl, even if it was only her little sister. Oh, stop, she thought.

“I’m only kidding, silly,” she said as she went back to her search, “I’m just looking for my contact lens. It fell out.”

Ellie stood, a bit downcast. “Oh. So… you want any help?”

“No. Thanks, though.” And she resumed her search, still feeling oddly aroused.

Sally had recently enjoyed her first lesbian experience with her best friend Kristy a few months earlier, something they had repeated as often as they could since then. So the idea of Ellie checking out her ass was making her kind of warm and tingly, even if it didn’t really mean anything…

Suddenly in the mood to tease her sister a tiny bit, she playfully flexed her bottom, moving it around in a very sensual manner without making it seem too obvious.

And Ellie was watching, too, fascinated by Sally’s bottom. It was so perfect, so round, and… kissable, that was the word that popped into her head. She was surprised at the rush of warmth she felt in her tummy, just from thinking about someone kissing her sister’s butt.

Sally was very much aware of the silence behind her. She sensed her sister’s eyes on her bottom, and felt a thrill at bending just a little bit lower than was necessary, of her panties tightening, stretching against her buttocks.Wow, she thought, this is freaky. I’m really getting turned on!

Her sister didn’t seem to be taking the bait, though… at least, Sally heard no response from the girl. She was surprised to feel an unexpected twinge of disappointment. Oh, well, she told herself. Show’s over. She resumed her search for the missing contact lens.

“Sally?” piped her sister.

“Hmmm?” Sally replied as she peeked beneath her bed.

“Check this out!”

Sally glanced over her shoulder… then her mouth fell open. She was astonished — and suddenly excited — to see little Ellie turned around on her bed, her panties pulled down to just below her bottom. The imp was performing a little dance, swinging her bare butt back and forth.

Sally gasped. “Ellie!?”

Her sister turned her head, a sly grin on her face. “I wanted to give you a show!” And she did another little cute grind. Ellie’s bottom had a light tan line, and was just beginning to take on a more womanly shape. The way the ten-year-old’s cheeks jiggled as she moved made Sally’s insides flip.

“Well… gosh, El… you’re getting really cute!” she cooed. “Sexy, even!”

With a look of triumph, Ellie threw her fists in the air. “Whoo-hoo!” She continued to shimmy provocatively around the room, occasionally stealing a glance at her big sister.

Sally’s heart raced at the view of Ellie’s partial nudity. She found herself wanting to join in her sister’s naughty game.

Why not? she thought. Let’s play.

She swallowed, then spoke. “Okay, my turn.”

Ellie stopped in mid-motion, her eyes wide with surprise. “Really!?”

Trying not to let her nervousness show, Sally nodded as she climbed onto the bed. “Turn around,” she murmured. “You can’t look until I say.”

Pausing to hoist her panties back up, Ellie turned away, covering her eyes with both hands.

Sally rolled over onto her back, shifting into the pose she wanted. I wonder what El will make of this? she thought. She suddenly had a moment of doubt: should she be doing this with her own sister? Ellie was only ten, for God’s sake. But Sally was really aroused — and this game felt so exciting!

“Okay, turn around…”

When Ellie eagerly spun to face her big sister, she hadn’t known what to expect. Maybe Sally would pull down her panties, too…?

What she saw was a bit disappointing at first — but then she noticed how long and lovely her big sister’s bare legs were, and what an amazing journey it was from her knees to the center of her, that mysterious place between her legs. Ellie’s eyes widened when she noticed how Sally had pulled her panties up as far as she was able to, revealing the contours of her vulva.

“Like the show?” With her right foot, Sally pushed her bottom up from the bed just a bit.

Ellie gaped at the lewd sight, her mouth slightly open. “Oh, Sal…” the girl breathed, “you’re so bee-you-ti-ful!”

The reverence with which she breathed this made Sally blush. She ground her hips, making little gyrations with her bottom. “Why, thank you.” God, her pussy was getting wet. She sat up, casually placing a hand on her mound, idly stroking herself there. “Okay, El… it’s your turn now!”

Ellie stared at her sister, feeling a little breathless. “Okay,” she piped, moving to her own bed. “Close your eyes!”

Sally obeyed, her body alive with excitement. This is getting kinda weird, she thought. But it really, really felt good. She’d never had any kind of thoughts like these about her little sister!

Yes, Ellie was cute, adorable even, with her shoulder-length blonde hair and Little Miss America looks. But Sally’s affection had always been sisterly, protective. Never sexual, or at least never that she had been aware of — but now she was thinking about the hot fun she and Ellie could have together, if she played her cards right. Her heart was pounding, her pussy growing wetter by the minute.

She heard a soft rustle from Ellie’s bed as she noted how erect her nipples were. She palmed her bare breasts with both hands, sighing pleasurably.

A little voice called out. “Now, before you look… umm, okay… first, you have to kneel up in front of my bed with your eyes closed!”

Sally clumsily felt her way to the foot of Ellie’s bed and knelt upward, her eyes still closed. “Ready?” she said.

“Mmm-hmm.” answered Ellie.

Sally opened her eyes to the unbelievably erotic vision of her little sister Ellie, spread out on the bed and completely naked. One leg was angled, brazenly revealing the girl’s glistening slit. One thin arm lay straight out, while the other bent back around her head in a pose suggesting a reclining movie star.

Sally’s tongue came out and licked her lips. “Well,” she murmured.

Ellie’s eyes were warm, dreamy. “Do I look sexy?”

Sally could only nod. Now she could smell the little girl’s excitement, a sweet musk flavoring the air. On a wicked impulse, her gaze never leaving Ellie’s, she slowly dipped her head and planted a gentle kiss on her sister’s pussy.

Ellie squealed, “Ooooh!”

Before her sister could react further, Sally quickly stood, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. “Close your eyes!” she said.

Ellie did so, her hand immediately slipping between her thighs. She touched herself where the feeling of Sally’s lips still lingered, stroking the area as she would a kitten. A weird but wonderful feeling began welling up inside her. “Oh,” she moaned softly.

“Okay!” called Sally. Ellie’s hand paused. Opening her eyes, she quickly sat up and looked over at the bed opposite hers, gaping at the sight of Sally kneeling there with her bottom sticking out like before. Only this time, it was bare!

The girl scooted to the edge of her bed for a better look. “Gosh…” she breathed.

Eagerly observing her little sister, Sally grinned. “Like the show?” Ellie just stared, her mouth slightly open, fingers lightly brushing her pussy again.

“I guess you do,” Sally purred, and slipped a hand between her own thighs to fondle herself, shivering at how lovely it felt. She looked back again at her little sister, suddenly struck by a wicked impulse. “Want to see it close up, El? C’mere, get behind me… take a good look.”

Ellie jumped over to her big sister’s bed, kneeling between Sally’s feet.

“See here?” Sally indicated, spreading her thighs even further apart.

Ellie leaned in, her little face just inches from her sister’s fragrant pussy, her cheeks pinking with excitement. “Wow,” she breathed. “It’s so wet!”

“Mm-hmm,” Sally purred, “it gets wet when I’m feeling excited…” and she caught her baby sister’s eyes in the mirror and gave her the sexiest gaze she could, “…like right now.” As Ellie stared at Sally’s reflection, the nude teen slowly moistened her lips with the tip of the tongue.

“Wow…” Ellie breathed.

Sally arched her hips up even further and shifted both thighs wider apart, opening up her pussy to her baby sister’s gaze. “Touch me, El,” she whispered, “see what it feels like to your fingers.”

Her heart pounding, Ellie nervously stretched out her hand. She couldn’t believe her beautiful sister Sally was asking her to touch her down there… but the awed adolescent knew that she wanted to. Very much.

Sally gasped when her sister’s fingers brushed her pussy for a tantalizing second. “Oh, El… that feels really nice.”

The young girl explored Sally’s wetness for a few more seconds before she grew nervous and stopped. “Wow, Sal… that feels… p-pretty amazing,” she exclaimed in a shaky voice. “Mine feels really good when I touch it, too. See?” And Ellie leaned back against the wall, parting her legs slightly as Sally turned around and sat beside her. The young girl ran a finger down her glistening slit, mewing with sudden pleasure.

Sally’s hand drifted between her own legs. “Feels good to me, too.” She ran her finger slowly along her pussy crack from anus to clit, sliding the tip inside herself for a delicious second. “Oooh…” she moaned. Ellie’s eyes grew even wider.

“Now you try that,” murmured Sally, as she worked her finger deeper inside her dripping cunt. “Just… just dip your finger into your pussy… then move it around a little bit. Be careful not to go too deep, though.”

Ellie began to explore herself, and Sally watched, her own sexual heat steadily rising as her little sister began to fondle her bare slit in earnest. “Mmm, yeah, sis,” she crooned, encouraging the girl, “just like you’re fingerpainting in a nice little circle.” The girl gave a shaky little sigh, smiling weakly, her slender form beginning to shiver. “You feel that, El, don’t you? Isn’t it amazing?”

Ellie nodded, her lips parted, breath growing ragged. Her tiny hand drew faster and faster circles as she inched deeper into her virgin sex.

Sally picked up her pace as well, sinking and swirling her fingers in and out and around her own vulva. Oh God, she was getting so close! And her little sister was whimpering in astonished pleasure, hips rocking in time with her busy hand, biting her lip as she masturbated.

The sight was too much for Sally. Rising to her knees, she reached for Ellie, placing sticky hands on the little girl’s thighs. She looked into her sister’s glazed eyes. “Do you want me to kiss it again?” she breathed. Her mouth agape, breathing heavily, Ellie could only nod.

Sally rolled Ellie onto her back and spread her thighs apart, brushing her sister’s busy hand away. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her face between her sister’s legs and began to kiss Ellie’s moist pussy, then took a long, slow lick. Immediately her baby sister began to moan, a little-girl moan, high-pitched, wavering, and frantic. This drove Sally wild, and she licked furiously, bathing Ellie’s moistened labia, then slipping the tip of her tongue into the pink folds that enclosed the little girl’s tiny clitoris.

“Oh, jeez… omiGod Sally,wh-what’re you — what — oooooohhhh…”

Sally sucked at Ellie’s smooth, luscious flower, then reamed the little girl’s pussy with an eager tongue. Wanting more, she raised her sister’s legs and moved down to kiss and lick her asshole, then she wormed her tongue in there, too. The firm little bottom smelled of the peach body wash that Ellie liked.

Ellie’s hips churned helplessly as she moaned, her arms flailing around her head and batting at the headboard. Then Sally slid up and glued her mouth to her sister’s clit once more.

Within seconds Ellie burst into a convulsive climax, her body seizing up with violent shockwaves of purest pleasure. “Ohhhh! Sal, I’m… I’m, ohGodohGodohGod… OH! OH! Sally, oh God Sally, I’m — I’m — oooohhhhhhYES!”

Finally, Ellie froze for a long moment, her face frozen in a silent scream. Then she slowly relaxed, head hitting the pillow, Sally’s tongue still buried in her sweetness.

The older girl tenderly nuzzled her baby sister’s thighs, then crawled up to enfold Ellie in her arms. The girl was wide-eyed, breathing heavily.

Sally gave her sister a loving smile. “Did you like that?”

Ellie shook her head in astonishment, then somehow managed to find her voice. “Oh, Sal,” she breathed, “that was… incredible. What did you do to me just then?”

Sally gently placed a hand over her sister’s right nipple, brushing it with her palm. “I made love to you, El,” she purred, her eyes never leaving Ellie’s.

“Wow,” the little girl said… clearly thrilled, if a bit confused. “So… you mean that, like, you, um, made out with me… like you were my boyfriend?”

Sally giggled. “Girls can make love with each other too, silly.”

“I know that…” Ellie replied, blushing. “So, have you done that with… another girl before?”

“Yes, I have,” murmured Sally, “and I loved it.”

“But… why did you do it to me, Sal?”

Sally rested her head on her sister’s chest, brushing the soft skin of Ellie’s neck with her lips. “Because I love you, babe… you’re such an adorable girl.” She raised her face to gaze lustfully at her. “And adorable girls get me hot.”

Ellie’s eyes grew wide, her mouth a perfect O. “Wow.”

“When I saw you naked just now,” Sally murmured, “you really turned me on, El… I knew I wanted you right then.” Her hands began to explore her sister’s body, caressing the little girl’s bare skin. “So… do you like the idea of the two of us making love? Maybe we could, you know… do it again sometime?”

Ellie’s eyes were absolutely aglow. “Yes,” she said softly. Then a delighted smile appeared on her face. “Yes!” She wrapped her arms around Sally, burying her face in the older girl’s breasts. Then her head snapped up again. “Wow… I can’t believe that my big sister w-wants to be my girlfriend!”

“Oh, you,” Sally chuckled delightedly, patting her sister on her bottom. Then she leaned in close, transfixing Ellie with her best bedroom eyes as she cupped the little girl’s ass. “So, sis,” she purred, “wanna learn what else two girls in love can do together…?”

Unable to speak, Ellie nodded her head. Sally could feel her sister’s heart beating with renewed excitement.

“Then kiss me,” the older girl breathed, her lips almost touching Ellie’s.

Shyly, awkwardly, Ellie gave her big sister a soft peck on the lips, then giggled, too embarassed to meet the intensity of Sally’s gaze.

Sally responded by kissing her back, her mouth lingering against her sister’s. She nibbled lightly at Ellie’s lower lip, then made the kiss warmer, more affectionate. Ellie’s lips parted slightly, and Sally slid her tongue into the little girl’s mouth. Her heart throbbed with excitement as she kissed her baby sister like a lover… then her desire soared even higher as Ellie, hesitantly at first, began to respond.

Soon they were both kissing passionately, Ellie moaning into her sister’s mouth as their tongues danced together. When Sally gently pulled away, the little girl was wide-eyed and trembling.

“Oh… Sal,” she breathed, “I — I love you.”

Sally’s heart melted at her sister’s words. “I love you too, babe,” she whispered, lowering her face to Ellie’s once more. “Let me show you how much.” And she claimed her sister’s mouth in another hot, hungry kiss.

Ellie was really getting into it, wrapping her arms around her big sister’s nude body. Their mouths slid together wetly, tongues sparring playfully, then Sally began to trail her kisses downward, her lips brushing Ellie’s chin before moving lower.

She nuzzled the soft skin of the little girl’s neck, thrilling to her little sister’s sighs of contentment. Eager for more, she brought her tongue into play, licking a moist path down to Ellie’s nipple.

She teased it with the flick of her tongue, making Ellie gasp before taking the girl’s nipple into her mouth, gently sucking at the pink bud.

Ellie cradled her sister’s face to her chest with shaking hands. “Oh, Sal,” she moaned, “that feels so nice.”

Sally moved to Ellie’s other nipple and gave it a long, slow lick, then captured it with her lips, pleasuring it as she had the other. She flicked at it with her tongue, then lightly bit the tip of her sister’s budding breast. Ellie squealed in delight.

As she showered loving attentions on the young girl’s upper half, Sally’s hand stole between her little sister’s legs, cupping the moist slit. She allowed a finger to slyly glide along the moist opening.

“Oh, God!” the child cried, eyes as big as soup plates as her big sister’s fingertip slowly eased into her, as far as her hymen. “Oh!”

Sally began to rotate her finger around inside Ellie’s vagina, taking care not to break the membrane that guarded her baby sister’s virginity, sucking each of the girl’s pert nipples in turn.

Ellie clearly loved what Sally was doing, moaning happily as her big sister gently fucked her with a probing finger. Wow, the little girl suddenly realized, that’s what’s happening. Sally is… she’s fucking me! Her head spun in astonishment as that intensely sexual image burned in her mind.

And when Sally’s thumb moved to tease Ellie’s clitoris, the ten-year-old child was quickly consumed by a second climax — one that stole her breath away, leaving her panting helplessly as white-hot surges of pleasure rocked her thin form. Sally kept up her fingering as she carried her sister through her orgasm, her touch growing gentler when the intensity of Ellie’s pleasure began to ebb.

Finally, Sally removed her hand from the juncture of her baby sister’s thighs and lay down next to the flushed girl.

“Here, sis,” she cooed, bringing her sticky fingers to Ellie’s lips. “Have a taste of your pussy.”

Ellie hesitantly took a wet finger into her mouth and sucked at it.

“Isn’t that yummy?” Sally purred, a bad-girl smile on her lips.

“It tastes kinda funny…” Ellie murmured, her brow furrowed in concentration before breaking into a shy smile, “but nice.” She gazed up at her big sister thoughtfully. “Does… does your pussy taste that good?”

The teenager’s excitement grew as, without a word, she reached down to cup her mound… then revealed fingers that glistened with the evidence of her arousal. “Try it for yourself, sis.”

Ellie closed her eyes, taking her sister’s wet fingertips into her mouth… humming pleasurably as she sucked them clean. Her eyes flashed open, excited once more. “I wanna kiss you down there now,” she cooed. “Can I, Sally? Please?”

The sight of her adorable baby sister asking permission to go down on her made the teenage girl misty-eyed. “Yes, Ellie.” she whispered. “Love me, my sweet little sister. Love me all over.”

Ellie grinned excitedly, then claimed Sally’s mouth in a hungry French kiss, her tongue sliding eagerly between her big sister’s lips to explore. Sally moaned into the kiss, her own tongue flashing to life.

And then Ellie was nuzzling her way down the teenage girl’s neck, leaving playful nibbles on her sister’s skin that made Sally shiver with pleasure. “Oh,” she sighed, “oh yes, Ellie.”

Reaching her big sister’s breasts, the enthralled ten-year-old cupped them in her hands, weighing them, brushing the quickly stiffening nipples with her fingers. Sally moaned, pressing her head back into her pillow. Licking her lips, Ellie lowered her face to her sister’s chest, taking a pert nipple into her mouth.

Sally whimpered, then inhaled sharply as the young girl flicked the tip of her breast with a playful tongue. “Mmmmm… oh, Ellie!”

Ellie straddled her sister’s leg, pressing her moist slit into Sally’s thigh as she sucked at a woman’s nipple for the first time in many years — only this time, she was doing it as a lover. The idea of it thrilled the little girl to her core. And the fact that this newfound lover was her own wonderful, sexy big sister… well, it made the thrill all the more delicious. She moved to Sally’s other breast and enveloped the tip of it with her mouth.

Sally had never been so excited in her entire life. She couldn’t believe that she was being pleasured by a ten-year-old girl — her baby sister at that! — but it felt so good, so right, so utterly perfect. Her heart swelled with joy, mixed with the faintest hint of concern, at the realization that she might actually be falling in love with Ellie. Her sister’s lips trailed soft kisses down to her belly button, and Sally gasped as Ellie teased her there with the tip of the tongue.

And then the little girl was sprawled between the teenager’s parted thighs, staring in fascination at Sally’s glistening pussy. She inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of womanly arousal.

Sally moaned as Ellie’s breath caressed her most private places. She spread her legs a bit wider, biting her lip in anticipation, then gasped as her baby sister pressed a kiss into her wet vulva.

Ellie licked her lips, again savoring the taste of her sister. Wanting more, the little girl extended her tongue, taking a long, slow lick along Sally’s labia. The teenage girl moaned, clutching at the blue blanket. “Please, El,” she whimpered, on the verge of hysteria. “Please…”

And she nearly screamed when her baby sister suddenly plunged her face between her thighs, licking and sucking wildly at Sally’s pussy as if to show the older girl just how thrilled she was to be her new lover. Sally bit her knuckle to muffle her moans as she watched her little sister going down. “Oh, Ellie… I l-l-love you,” she gasped.

The little girl raised her face from her big sister’s sex, wetness glistening on her mouth and chin. “Mmmmm… you’re delicious, Sally,” she cooed, then Ellie took the teenage girl’s flower into her mouth again, her tongue gliding up her the sticky labia in a long slow lick from Sally’s vagina to her clitoris.

When the tip of her little sister’s tongue brushed her clit, Sally cried out loud, her body suddenly pummelled by a raging climax that seemed as if it would never end. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as jolts of pleasure rumbled and roared through her slender frame.

Ellie continued to lick as her big sister bucked and squirmed beneath her, loving the thick, tart flavor of pussy. Finally, she felt Sally’s hand on her arm, and glanced up at the teen’s flushed face. “N-no more, babe,” Sally mumbled. “I’m… I’m wiped out.” And with that, she sank back, her head thudding into the pillow.

Ellie crawled into Sally’s arms, and the two sisters shared a warm embrace. The older girl tilted her baby sister’s face to meet hers and took Ellie’s mouth in a sweet kiss, her tongue sampling the flavor of her own cunt… the sticky essence that now coated the mouth and chin of the ten-year-old girl. “Mmmmm,” she purred contentedly. “God, Ellie… that was incredible.”

“Yeah,” Ellie replied, nuzzling her sister’s neck. “So,” she asked, raising her head to Sally, “does this really mean that I’m your girlfriend?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Sally cooed, teasing the little girl’s nipple with a playful finger. “I’ll want to, you know, be with other girls sometimes, sugarpop… but yeah, I want you to be my main squeeze.” She paused to place a gentle peck on her sister’s mouth. “Jeez, Ellie… you’re so beautiful.”

“You… you make me feel pretty, Sal,” Ellie replied, her face glowing with happiness. “Kiss me some more? Please?”

“Oh, yeah,” the teenage girl breathed. Sally rolled onto her back, pulling her new lover on top, her pulse accelerating as their mouths met again.

Continue on to Part Two

By JetBoy

It was a lovely July afternoon. Barbara had arrived home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, and was seated at the kitchen table, glancing through a magazine when her eleven-year-old daughter Becky entered the room.

The girl was wearing a pair of tiny cut-off shorts, and a skimpy halter top thin enough to clearly outline her nipples. In spite of her best intentions, Barbara felt her pulse suddenly quicken at the sight of her scantily-dressed child.

Not so very long ago, she would have made Becky change into something less revealing… but these days, things were different.

Barbara’s sense of who she was as a woman had been shaken to its foundation a few weeks earlier, when she’d spent the better part of a day indulging in her first lesbian experience — making love with a sixteen-year-old Goth girl named Erika.

They had met while standing in line at the local ice cream parlor when Erika had, out of the blue, asked a surprised Barbara about the necklace she was wearing. They began to chat, and ended up sharing a table, continuing their conversation over dishes of ice cream.

At they talked, Barbara grew increasingly fascinated by the girl. Then, when she suddenly realized that Erika was flirting with her, was stunned to find herself responding. She’d never had sex with another female before, but there was something about this cute Goth teen that Barbara was helplessly drawn to. She was soon blushing like a shy schoolgirl as the flirtation became more open, unable to resist Erika’s charms.

Almost before there was time to think she was behind the wheel of her car, with Erika giving directions to her place, the black-clad teen’s hand stroking Barbara’s thigh while she drove.

And just seconds after Erika closed the apartment door behind them, she reached out to take Barbara’s hands, drawing the older woman into her arms for a sizzling French kiss — and a dazzled Barbara simply melted into the raven-haired girl’s embrace.

Soon the two were naked and entwined upon an air mattress in Erika’s incredibly messy bedroom, where Barbara’s new friend spent the next couple of hours showing her just how incredible sex with a woman could be.

Barbara had always heard that Goths were morbid, depressed people, but Erika was nothing like that. She had a very childlike wonder about her that often made her seem even younger than her sixteen years. Yet at the same time, she seemed more sexually mature than most adult women Barbara knew, including herself.

The girl brought a sweet, fiery passion to her lovemaking, the likes of which Barbara had never experienced with her ex-husband — or indeed, with any man. First, she’d spent a long, lovely while on foreplay, caressing and nuzzling what seemed like every inch of Barbara’s body, returning often to the older woman’s mouth to ravish her with kisses.

Then Erika had knelt between Barbara’s thighs and began to kiss and lick her cunt, going down on her with the fervor of a wild animal in heat, quickly driving Barbara to a climax of such intensity that she fainted on the spot.

When she came to a few seconds later, dazed and exhausted, Erika had rolled Barbara onto her belly and parted her buttocks, pressing in between them to lick lustily at the crack of her ass. She had never been rimmed before, and found it heavenly.

Then, as she tongued Barbara’s anus, Erika slid her hand between the 34-year-old divorcee’s legs to toy with her clitoris — and suddenly, without warning, Barbara was coming again.

But that sexy little Goth lesbian wasn’t finished with her yet. Even as Barbara lay panting from that last climax, Erika was fastening a latex cock around her waist, a wicked smile on her lips. She anointed it with lubricant squeezed from a tube, then turned to the older woman, the toy jutting proudly from her pelvis.

Tired as she was, the sight of this petite teen girl sporting a cock thrilled Barbara — so much that she parted her thighs without a word, eager to be penetrated.

And Erika had fucked her wildly, beautifully; taking the 35-year-old with a heated ardor that left her head spinning. Barbara wrapped both legs around Erika’s back as the teen rode her, that lovely cock sending showers of sparks cascading behind her eyes with each exquisite stroke. Then, finally, Barbara came for the third time, screaming as waves of purest ecstasy buffeted her body without mercy.

Barbara was so drained that she quickly dozed off, waking in her new lover’s arms about an hour later. She awoke refreshed, relaxed, and very eager to return the pleasures Erika had given her.

She had been a bit shy at first, unsure of how to make love to a woman, but the tattooed teen had been a patient teacher. Before very long, Barbara was feasting on the girl’s pussy — first fucking her with a thrusting tongue, then suckling her clitoris until Erika came convulsively, her fingernails leaving four inch-long scratch marks on Barbara’s shoulder that the young mother would have to hide for a week.

Erika then harnessed an even larger cock around Barbara’s hips, lying back in the tangle of her bedsheets to spread her thighs wide for the older woman.

“Do me, babe,” the girl whispered, her eyes alight with excitement.

Without a word, Barbara climbed on top of her, placing the tip of the latex prick at the opening of the Goth teen’s cunt. Erika simply grasped her new lover’s ass and drew her in, squealing with delight as all nine inches of the thing slipped inside her with a single stroke.

Barbara fucked Erika in a lustful frenzy that seemed like a fever dream, her pelvis churning as she plunged the strap-on in and out, in and out of the mewling girl. Her every sense was intoxicated by the hot, sticky pleasures of lesbian love. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so fulfilled, so alive.

Afterward, they had cuddled for a long while, sharing tender kisses and caresses. Then they came together to make love once more; this time keeping it slow and gentle. It was the most sensuous experience Barbara had ever shared with a romantic partner, a perfect coda to the heated coupling they had already enjoyed.

It was late afternoon before Barbara gently untangled herself from Erika’s arms and rose to gather her scattered clothes. She dressed before the sleepy-eyed girl, then bent to whisper a few affectionate words and give her a soft tongue kiss before she left.

Since that day, Barbara had returned to Erika’s apartment several times for more sapphic loveplay. This had been more than enough to convince her that, for now at least, she preferred women to men.

There was only one worrisome aspect of Barbara’s newfound sexuality. Not long after she had taken up with sixteen-year-old Erika, she began to fantasize about other girls she saw, many of them even younger than her Goth bedmate.

A few weeks ago she had been shopping for groceries when a honey-haired nymph — who couldn’t have been a day past thirteen — came strutting down the aisle in her direction. She wore a tight blue t-shirt, a short skirt and sandals.

Barbara was rooted to the spot, a warm glow suddenly enveloping her body at the sight of this adolescent enchantress, now staring thoughtfully at the potato chips. The girl’s legs were lovely, gazelle-like. Barbara imagined kneeling before the blonde child, nuzzling her bare thighs, sliding her hands up the back of those legs to cup her bottom…

And then, a bag of chips clutched in her hands, the little blonde cutie was moving back up the aisle the way she had come, leaving a very shaken Barbara behind.

Now as she sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the magazine spread open before her, the memory of that dizzying moment at the grocery resonated in her soul like the tone of a struck bell. She’d abandoned her half-filled shopping cart, exited the store, climbed into her car and driven home in a daze. And as soon as the garage door shut behind her, Barbara had unfastened her pants right there in the driver’s seat, sliding a hand between her thighs to finger her cunt, hard and fast — finally exploding in a blinding orgasm that left her slumped against the steering wheel, gasping for breath.

It was on that very night that Barbara began to view her daughter Becky in a new and unexpected way.

She had always seen her child as a lovely, adorable girl. Now, as they watched a movie together, Becky sprawled on the floor in her nightwear, Barbara found herself distracted again and again by her daughter’s slim, elegant legs and the contours of her pert bottom, viewed through thin white panties that were just old enough to reveal the darker curve between the young girl’s cheeks.

She wondered if Becky’s pubes were beginning to show, then tried to picture what her daughter looked like naked. It had been years since she had last seen the girl undress, and suddenly Barbara found herself very much wanting a glimpse of her bare body, tingling deliciously at the thought of it.

When she realized with a start that she was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of her own child, Barbara swallowed hard. Shaking her head, she forced her attention back onto the television screen, immersing herself in the plot of… whatever it was they were watching, she couldn’t even remember now.

She did manage to pick up the thread of the movie again and hang on to the story until the credits began to roll, but the whole while, Barbara still felt unsettled about having looked at Becky the way she had.

Later that night as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, Barbara began to masturbate — thinking of Erika, as she so often did. She imagined herself making love to the teen in the shower, just as they had done earlier that week, kissing hungrily beneath the hot flowing water as they brought one another to climax with soapy fingers.

Then, without warning, Barbara’s thoughts drifted to the blonde girl she had spied at the grocery that day, and her hand began to move frantically between her thighs.

She pictured herself undressing the shy child, touching each part of her body as she bared it. Soon she was naked, and Barbara drew the adolescent into an embrace, arms twining around her slender frame.

Then Barbara was nude, too, sprawled on her bed with the preteen blonde on top of her, their bare bodies sliding together. She was kissing the girl’s adorable little mouth, probing it with her tongue. And the child was kissing her back!

Barbara squirmed beneath the sheets, legs scissoring together as she fingered herself, lost in this crazy fantasy of sex with an underage girl. The air was thickening with the scent of her desire.

The scene shifted again. Now the blonde nymph was straddling her face, smiling sweetly down at Barbara as she lowered her sex to a point just an inch or two above the older woman’s mouth.

Barbara pictured herself gazing at the girl’s smooth slit, now glistening with the dew of arousal. Licking her lips, Barbara raised her head from the pillow to press a open-mouthed kiss into the moist pink flesh.

In her mind, she heard the child cry out ecstatically as she licked at the smooth cleft, ending with a playful flick at her clitoris. Then Barbara wriggled the tip of her tongue into the girl’s vagina, instantly loving the imagined taste of her. Sugar and spice, she thought.

She saw herself shifting her gaze upward as she licked, wanting to catch a glimpse of pleasure on the little blonde’s face…

…only somehow, the little cutie from the grocery store had transformed into a different girl, one with a rounder face and auburn hair — Becky!?

And Barbara’s body seized up as she launched into a convulsive orgasm, breath hissing through clenched teeth, bucking wildly on the bed as what felt like oceans of molten lava roiled and churned inside. In her mind, she saw a frozen snapshot of the image that had made her come so intensely: Becky, perched atop her face, head thrown back and whimpering with delight as Mommy kissed and licked at her adolescent sex.

Then as Barbara’s orgasmic pleasure began to ebb, another vision elbowed its way into her consciousness. She imagined herself sitting naked on the couch, an equally nude Becky straddling her lap, the two of them kissing like lovers. She could almost feel the softness of the child’s mouth pressing against hers; seemed to hear Becky humming contentedly as their tongues met and mingled in a dance of passion.

Barbara was suddenly trembling from head to toe as, without warning, a second orgasm came thundering down like a bolt from the blue. Somehow she managed to seize a corner of the blanket with her free hand and press it to her face, muffling the hoarse scream that exploded from her throat while her body spasmed helplessly, out of control.

These sensations of pleasure rose to a near-unbearable crescendo, then slowly faded, leaving a dazed Barbara behind.

She lay quietly, bathed in sweat, breathing heavily — and deeply troubled. What had just happened? Had she really just masturbated to orgasm, gotten off to a vision of making love to Becky? 

Not only had she done that very thing, she was still aroused at the idea of it! Despite the horror she felt at this incestuous fantasy, the tingling of her sex told a very different tale. Visions of a naked, willing Becky flashed through her mind like some perverted slide show.

Without thinking, Barbara’s hand had drifted between her legs again, until the realization of what she was about to do made her snatch it back. She sat up in bed, clutching her head as if to squash the forbidden thoughts lurking within, her body numb with shock.

There was no way to sugarcoat this, Barbara knew. The truth had to be faced. She was sexually attracted to her own daughter.

It was crazy; didn’t make sense. It felt like something lifted from a science fiction story where you step outside the door of your home, only to find yourself in a completely unfamiliar world. And when you turn back around, she thought, the doorway isn’t there anymore. She gazed wildly around the room, as if to make sure she hadn’t met with such a fate.

Incest. She silently mouthed the word. Lesbian incest with her eleven-year old daughter! The very thought was taboo, never mind actually committing such an act…

Her fingers drummed nervously on her thigh. What to do? What to do? If she only had someone to talk to about this! Barbara knew, though, that this was a secret she dared not reveal; no, not to anyone. Not even Erika. The barest possibility of having her child taken from her was too great a risk.

Barbara took a deep breath, then exhaled, slowly counting to ten in an attempt to quell her jangling nerves.

Gradually, she managed to calm herself, lying back down to stare up at the ceiling. It was an unsettling situation, true, but nothing to fall to pieces over. These cravings she felt for Becky were disturbing, even sick — but they were only cravings. She certainly had no intention of making love to her little girl, and nobody knew of her dark secret.

At last, she shrugged. It’s okay, she told herself, really. Don’t overreact. It’s not as if you’re going to make a move on her, after all. This little obsession will fade away before long. You just have to try not to think of Becky as a, well, sexual creature. 

She relaxed, drawing the thin blanket up to her chin as she settled in for the night. What you need is a few hours in bed with Erika, she told herself, smiling wryly. That should take the edge off, at least. 

After awhile she managed to fall asleep, more or less reassured.

But desire is a genie who, once freed, may not be so easily returned to its bottle, stoppered inside and cast away. Barbara continued to dwell on her daughter, and how very lovely she was. The very next morning, she found herself watching Becky while the girl buttered her toast, suddenly wondering what it would be like to give her daughter’s pretty mouth a lover’s kiss.

Over and over again in the days that followed, Barbara would catch herself gazing longingly at her child’s uncovered legs as she lay sprawled on the couch, or admiring the curve of Becky’s bare shoulder.

At night, the situation was no less unnerving. Barbara was masturbating more frequently than she had since her teenage years — at least once every night, and often in the morning. And despite her every effort, Becky continued to intrude into her fantasies; naked, vulnerable and all too eager to be loved by her mother.

Even worse, Barbara was now taunted by visions of Becky making love to her. She imagined it: the child lying between her legs, pressing her face into the wheat-hued thatch that adorned Mommy’s cunt, slipping her tongue into the moist channel from which she had emerged more than eleven years ago. Just the thought of it was enough to make Barbara wet — and deeply ashamed.

As if that weren’t enough, she couldn’t even escape into her Goth lover’s arms for a moment’s relief. Erika’s grandmother had passed away during the weekend, and the teen had been whisked off to Kentucky for the funeral, leaving Barbara trapped with this terrifying hunger that, at times, seemed poised to consume her.

And inevitably, she began to wonder if sharing sexual love with her daughter would truly be such a terrible thing.

Is it really so wrong? she thought, struggling to make sense of her feelings. We love each other. Wouldn’t this simply be taking our love to a new level… giving our relationship a kind of intimacy that most mothers and daughters don’t get to share? 

Barbara was still determined not to give in to these forbidden cravings for Becky, but she also wondered if her resolve was beginning to falter a bit.

And now on this lovely July afternoon, as she sat at the kitchen table, the sight of her child in summery clothing was making Barbara feel all warm and… hungry inside.

Feeling herself shiver, Barbara shook her head in an attempt to clear it, then forced herself to return to her magazine and stop stealing glances at her daughter. She stared at the page. Fifteen Barbecuing Ideas for a Festive Summer...

Becky opened the refrigerator, peered inside, shut the door, stood motionless for a few beats, then padded across the room and sat down across from her mother, eyes lowered shyly. She was very quiet, so unlike herself. Normally, she was bright and bubbly, never still for very long. Now she sat silently, waiting for her mother to notice. Finally Barbara glanced up from the magazine, a bit puzzled by her daughter’s silence.

“Mommy…” began Becky softly, before Barbara could speak. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, pumpkin, of course,” Barbara replied, gazing at her daughter curiously.

“It’s, uh… it’s kind of personal, Mommy.”

“Well,” Barbara replied hesitantly, “I might not want to answer… but you can always ask.”

Becky looked at the table top intently for a moment, then took a deep breath, looked up at her mother and spoke. “Do you… like to, um, touch yourself between your legs?”

Barbara’s mouth fell open, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. Oh, God, this was exactly the kind of thing she should not be discussing with Becky right then, not with these unwanted feelings of sexual hunger still taunting her. Teasing her. Making her want things she knew she couldn’t have.

She swallowed. “W-well… yes, I do, pumpkin. If you’re asking if I like to masturbate, then I do.” She ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Um… why do you ask, Becky?”

“Oh…” Becky blushed. “I… I read about it in one of your magazines. And some girls I know were talking about, um, doing it the other day… we were in the changing room at the pool. They all said… well, that it feels really great. When you c-come, I mean.”

“Hmmmm,” Barbara said, trying to conceal her rising excitement. “And what did you say, honey?”

“Nothing, Mommy,” Becky replied, her cheeks flushed, poking at the salt and pepper shakers with nervous fingers, unable to meet her mother’s eyes. “I don’t really… I don’t know how to, to… m-masturbate. That’s kind of why I wanted to talk to you…”

“Don’t you ever touch yourself, Becky?” said Barbara, images of the child caressing her pussy suddenly flickering in her head. She pictured Becky’s legs spread wide, the girl’s hand moving between them.

“I’ve tried, Mommy,” Becky said quietly. “but I don’t know how to do it right, I guess.” She shrugged. “It doesn’t feel like… oh, like the way everyone says, anyway.” She raised her face to Barbara’s. “Do you think you could teach me how, Mommy?”

Barbara’s head was spinning. A simple “yes,” would have her teetering on the very brink of madness, of giving in to her incestuous obsession. Good sense told her to refuse Becky’s request outright, but her heedless body pulsed with an excitement that was impossible to ignore.

All the familiar excuses began to scroll through Barbara’s mind yet again. Would it actually be so bad? Don’t we love each other? Couldn’t it make us closer than ever? 

She began to think about what Becky was asking for: a mother’s help in learning to give herself pleasure. It could be a bonding experience for them, really, and a chance to teach Becky the wonders of her growing body. Besides, the thought of guiding her adorable daughter through her first orgasm was too tantalizing to resist. Surely it would be a far nicer experience for her eleven-year-old than the adolescent fumblings of some immature boy.

Barbara knew full well that these were nothing more than lame excuses cobbled together to justify her own forbidden infatuation, but with every passing day, she was becoming less and less willing to deny herself what she wanted. Only two weeks ago, the seed had taken root within her; now, the idea of making love to Becky seemed downright inviting.

Should she do this? Could she? Barbara stared at the girl, her mind racing furiously.

Silently, a decision was made.

“Okay, pumpkin… I’ll show you how,” she breathed.

Becky’s face lit up, and she padded barefoot to her mother with both arms outstretched to hug her tightly about the waist, head buried in the folds of her dress. Barbara soothingly stroked her daughter’s soft hair, tendrils of excitement wafting through her as Becky’s hands innocently touched her ass.

Barbara tingled with anticipation at the thought of exploring her daughter’s body. She allowed her hands to slide down Becky’s back, gently caressing her, feeling a tremor run through her child’s slight frame.

“Come with me, pumpkin,” said Barbara. She took the girl by the hand and led her upstairs, to the master bedroom.

Once inside, Barbara sat down on the bed, positioning Becky between her spread legs. Her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing the red panties she’d worn to work that day. Seeing the wide-eyed expression on the girl’s face, Barbara hoisted her skirt up to her waist, giving her daughter an even better view of her sexy underwear — and the insides of her creamy thighs.

Becky stood transfixed at the sight of her mother exposing herself, something she’d never seen her do before, at least not in such a blatant way.

“Do you like seeing my panties, Becky?” Barbara said softly. “Do you think they’re pretty?”

“Oh, Mommy,” squealed Becky. “they are pretty!”

Barbara spread her legs wider, giving Becky a good look at her panty-clad sex. “I like it when you look at me that way, pumpkin.”

“I … I like it too…”

“Could I see you in your panties?” Barbara murmured, her heart throbbing.

“Sure, Mommy… if you really want to,” replied Becky with a bashful smile.

“Yes, I would,” Barbara whispered. “I’d like that very much.”

Becky unsnapped her tight shorts, then placed a hand on Barbara’s knee to balance herself as she twisted and struggled to slide them down her thighs.

“Here, let me help you.” Barbara used both hands to grip Becky’s shorts by the waist, then slide them down over her narrow hips. As she did, her child’s pink cotton knickers were revealed.

Becky daintily stepped from her shorts, then stood beaming before Barbara. “Do you think my panties are pretty, Mommy?” she cooed as she spun round in a clumsy pirouette, then looked over her shoulder at her mother.

“Yes, pumpkin,” Barbara breathed, “I do.” She could clearly see the contours of her child’s luscious ass, and an enticing strip of bare midriff showed below her halter top. Barbara drew Becky closer and placed a hand on the girl’s side, absorbed in her beauty. Becky swayed dreamily, her buttocks curving temptingly before Barbara’s rapt gaze.

“So… what would you like me to teach you?” asked Barbara as her hand drifted to her daughter’s lower back, dropping down to cup the girl’s bottom.

“I want…” Becky began softly, then broke into an excited giggle. “I’d love for you to show me how to, to make myself feel good!”

“Now, what if,” she breathed in Becky’s ear, her pulse racing, “what if instead, I were to make you feel good, pumpkin…?”

“Would you?” Becky squirmed back against Barbara’s hand.

“Yes. I’d love to, baby.”

“Will you do that to me now, Mommy? Please?”

“Oh, yes, Becky,” Barbara crooned gently, slipping a hand into the back of her daughter’s panties, feeling the warmth of her bare bottom. She felt as if she might come right then, just from the thrill of touching her little girl in such an intimate way.

“Oh, Mommy,” said Becky, quivering in her mother’s embrace. “I love you…”

“I love you too, my angel,” Barbara breathed. She tremblingly caressed Becky once more, then sat back to admire the girl, her heart thumping wildly. This was it — the point of no return. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then slowly opened them, giving Becky a warm smile.

“Okay, pumpkin… take your panties off for me.”

Becky quickly slid out of her knickers and stood before her mother, clad only in her thin top. Barbara felt hot and cold at the same time as she drank in the view of Becky’s slit, noting that her daughter hadn’t begun to grow pubic hair yet. She gently pulled the girl close, placing a quivering hand on the girl’s tummy.

“Becky,” Barbara whispered as her hand inched down her daughter’s body, “I’m going to do something really nice to you now. Okay?”

Wordlessly, Becky nodded her head, then whimpered “Oh,” as her mother let one finger brush over the cleft of her vagina. She placed both hands on Barbara’s shoulders to support herself, arching her hips forward to feel more of that exploring finger.

“Do you like that?” whispered Barbara, her heart racing.

Becky opened her mouth, but couldn’t speak as powerful new feelings flooded through her. She shuddered pleasurably as Barbara gently parted the slightly sticky labia with her fingers to expose the tiny clit. Becky was trembling, holding onto her mother tightly, soft little sounds coming from deep in her throat.

Barbara slipped one finger between her daughter’s honeyed pussy lips, sliding upward to brush the clitoris. She began to stroke it with the lightest of caresses, and Becky moaned softly.

Barbara glanced up to see Becky’s nipples, clearly visible through the thin material of her top. She used her free hand to lift the shirt, pulling it up, exposing the girl’s bare chest. As if in a trance, she leaned forward to take a pink bud between her lips.

She sucked Becky’s nipple, making her child mewl ecstatically, then moved to pleasure its twin in the same way. At the same time, Barbara continued to stroke Becky’s clit until suddenly, she knew that her daughter was about to come.

“Oooohmommymommymommy!” Becky gibbered helplessly, her head thrown back, clutching Barbara’s face tightly to her heaving chest. “Oooh, Mommy! What’s happening to me…?” A wild cry broke from her lips as the child shook in her mother’s embrace. “Ohhhh! OH! Oh, Mommy!” she squealed, climaxing for the very first time.

Barbara continued to pleasure Becky with her exploring hand and hot, sucking mouth until she knew that the girl could take no more. She gently broke away from her daughter, and a dreamy-eyed Becky sighed contentedly as she lay down, slowly sinking into the bed next to where her mother sat.

“Oh… Mommy,” she gasped, “wh-what was that? What did you do to me?”

“I made you come, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed as she stood to remove her dress. “Now you know how it feels.” She let the garment drop to the floor, unhooked and removed her bra, then tugged her wet panties down to her ankles and stepped from them. Naked, she stood with her thighs slightly parted, on display for her daughter.

“Gosh, Mommy,” Becky exclaimed softly as she sat upright, transfixed by her mother’s nudity, “you are so… so beautiful!”

“Do you think I have a pretty pussy?” Barbara murmured seductively, stroking her belly.

Becky blushed. “Yes, Mommy… I think your, your p-pussy is very pretty.” She bit her lip for a moment, then peered timidly up at her mother. “Can I touch you there, now? I… I want to make you… come, too! Can I? Pleeease?”

“Yes you can, pumpkin,” Barbara sighed happily as she lay down on the bed, parting her thighs to give access to her daughter’s curious fingers.

“Wow… you’re so warm. And wet!” Becky breathed, fingers exploring between her mother’s legs, tentatively at first, but with an increasing confidence. “Have you ever let a girl touch you here before, Mommy?”

“Oooh, I have, yes,” Barbara moaned. “I’ve let a girl kiss me there, too… and lick me.”

“Really?” Becky gasped, her free hand flying to her mouth. “Did… did you do that to her?!”

“Yes, I did,” Barbara murmured, “and it was wonderful. Her pussy was yummy.”

“Wow…” Becky said, fascinated by this revelation. “So, what does getting licked… down there… well, what does it feel like?”

“Oh, it’s the most amazing feeling in the world, pumpkin,” Barbara cooed, “even better than when someone touches you there.” Gazing deep into Becky’s eyes, she whispered, “It’s one of my favorite ways of making love.”

Becky stood in thought for a moment, then her eyes met Barbara’s. “Mommy…” she began hesitantly, “c-can I…?” She faltered, blushing hotly, too bashful to finish.

“Mmmm, yes, my pumpkin. You can kiss my pussy… if you really want to,” said Barbara, answering her daughter’s unfinished question with a smile, all the while trying to conceal the storm of lust that raged inside her. God… can this really be happening?

“Cool!” Becky cried as she knelt before her mother. Placing warm hands on Barbara’s thighs, she hesitantly lowered her face between her mother’s legs. Barbara could feel the child’s hot breath caress her sex, and it made her tingle deliciously.

“Ooooh,” Becky murmured, “you smell really nice, Mommy.”

Barbara trembled as she waited for the touch of her daughter’s mouth. Then Becky’s tongue brushed lightly against her slit, and she cried out, “Oh God honey yes… that feels so wonderful!”

Becky licked again at her mother’s pussy, sampling the taste of the older woman, deciding that she liked the flavor. She pressed her lips against Barbara’s sex in a loving kiss, her tongue emerging to explore. As Becky began to eagerly lap the moist pink flesh, she slipped both hands beneath her mother’s bottom, cupping her cheeks. She burrowed deeper between those silken thighs, nuzzling Mommy’s flower.

“Yes, my sweet baby.” Barbara moaned, “oh God, I love you… p-please, honey, lick me, please, yes, lick my pussy…” She spread her thighs further apart, opening herself to her daughter’s adoring mouth. The moist sounds of oral love and the thickening scent of cunt seemed to fill Barbara’s head completely.

“Mmmm… you taste good, Mommy!” said Becky as she pulled back to look up at Barbara, the child’s mouth and chin coated with her mother’s juices. “Am I doing this right?”

“Oh, yes!” gasped Barbara as she guided the girl’s sweet face back between her thighs. “Yes! You are!” Hit by a sudden inspiration, she parted juicy labia to expose her throbbing clitoris to Becky. “Pumpkin,” she panted, “if you lick at this p-part of my pussy… well, that feels better than just about anything…”

Becky found her mother’s clit, teasing it with the tip of her tongue, then her youthful lips quickly encircled it, sucking lightly.

Barbara cried out, holding the child’s head tightly to her as she burst into a frenzied climax. She shivered helplessly, white-hot flashes of pleasure searing her body from head to toe, inside and out. Her free hand snatched frantically at the bedsheets as she came in her daughter’s mouth.

Becky continued to lick and suck at her mother, drinking of her essence until Barbara placed a shaking hand on the girl’s shoulder and gasped, “N-no more, honey.”

The girl drew back, but remained on her knees, resting a cheek on her mother’s thigh as Barbara sprawled out on the bed, panting like a marathon runner.

“Becky,” she finally managed to get out a moment later, “t-that was… marvelous. Thank you, angel… for making your mommy feel so good.”

“Can you do that to me now?” asked Becky dreamily, licking her pussy-wet lips.

“Of course I can.” said Barbara, the thought of tasting her daughter quickly renewing her strength — and her desire. She patted the bed. “Get on all fours for me, pumpkin… and push your bottom up.”

With a delighted smile, Becky tugged her top off and tossed it to the floor, which left her naked but for the tiny pink socks on her feet. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on hands and knees, gazing coyly over the left shoulder at her mother.

Barbara’s cunt tingled as she gazed at Becky’s adorable ass, the flawless cheeks spread slightly apart. She lowered her head to kiss one soft buttock, nuzzling the child’s smooth, silky skin. Her tongue trailed its way to Becky’s puckered asshole and licked around the sensitive ring.

“Mommy! What are you doing!?” gasped a shocked Becky.

Barbara didn’t answer, just continued to lick the pink cleft between her child’s buttocks… and soon enough, Becky was squirming with pleasure. “Oooh, Mommy… I like that!” she panted. “I didn’t know my b-bottom could feel so good!”

“Mmmm…” hummed Barbara as she tasted Becky’s ass, her tongue sliding up and down the girl’s crack. She took one last lick, then raised her head to murmur, “Lie down on your back now, okay?”

Becky quickly rolled over onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for her mother. Barbara knelt between her child’s outstretched leg, then grasped them, bringing them up, pushing them back until the girl’s knees touched her chest. The child’s vulva was completely exposed to Barbara’s eager eyes, and she fell to her elbows, her face inches from the rosy slit.

Barbara gently parted Becky’s labia with two fingers, then dipped her head to slide the tip of her tongue along the vaginal opening.

Becky gasped, then grabbed her own legs behind the knees and clutched them tightly, biting her lower lip as, once again, unbelievably delicious sensations coursed through her body.

Barbara held the back of her daughter’s thighs to hold the shivering girl steady, then wriggled her tongue into Becky’s tight pussy — at least, as deeply as she was able to go. Then she began to slowly work it in and out.

As she tongue-fucked the child’s vagina, Barbara stimulated her even further with a trick she’d learned from Erika, touched her daughter’s clitoris with the ball of the thumb, brushing the tiny nubbin with feather-light strokes.

The girl couldn’t last for very long, not with her mother pleasuring her so well. She came quickly, moaning deliriously through her climax, Barbara’s mouth glued to her baby-smooth sex the whole time.

Barbara guided Becky through her orgasm, gently bringing the child back down to earth as the raw heat of it slowly faded into a warm glow. Finally she rolled onto one side, watching the rise and fall of her daughter’s chest as the preteen girl struggled to regain her breath.

“There,” Barbara sighed happily. “That’s making love, Becky. Did you like it?”

“Oh, Mommy!” gasped Becky. “I loved it! I want you to do it to me… all the time!” Then she rose up on one elbow and took Barbara’s hand. “I want to do it to you some more, Mommy.”

Barbara’s heart swelled with love for her child — the daughter who had now become something more. “I’d love that, pumpkin,” she smiled.

“So… do I taste good down there?” queried Becky.

“Mmm-hmm,” purred Barbara, as she ran a finger over Becky’s moist labia, making the girl squeal, then held it out for her to sample. “Here, try it for yourself!”

Becky parted her lips to accept her mother’s wet finger, then took it into her mouth, sucking it. Testing the flavor for a moment, she then smiled and licked her lips. “Mmmmm,”she purred.

“Honey,” Barbara said, suddenly serious, “you know that this… what we’ve just done… well, it makes us more than just a mother and daughter.”

Becky’s eyes grew wide. “Wow,” she breathed. “You mean, like, I’m your girlfriend now? Is that because we, we just made love?”

“In a way, I… I guess you are, pumpkin,” Barbara said, squeezing her child’s hand. “And, to be honest — well, mothers really aren’t supposed to make love to their daughters. But… but I wanted to be with you so very much.” Her eyes began to grow moist as she glanced at her child, suddenly fearful. “Becky… do you feel at all bad about this?”

“Gosh, no, Mommy,” Becky replied, bringing her mother’s hand to her face and kissing the palm. “I want to be your g-girlfriend. I love you so much… and I really want us to do this again.” She suddenly grinned. “Can we do it every night?”

Barbara laughed. “Oh, baby, we’ll see… I’m not sure my heart could stand the excitement, though!”

Becky rolled onto her back, giving her mother a come-hither glance. “Well, I feel like making love to you again… right now!” 

“Mmmm, my sweet child,” Barbara crooned, stretching out next to her daughter. She took Becky’s face in her hands. “Hey, want to learn how you kiss a lover…?”

The lust-filled expression on the child’s face softened into one of purest bliss. “Yeah, Mommy,” she whispered, “Please kiss me.”

Barbara lowered her face to nuzzle her daughter’s neck. Becky sighed as her mother left a trail of soft kisses up to her ear, then gasped as Barbara took her earlobe between her lips and nipped it lightly. Her mouth then journeyed to Becky’s, and she gave her daughter a warm, loving peck. She pulled back to gaze adoringly into the girl’s dreamy eyes, then leaned close to nibble gently at her lips before claiming Becky’s mouth with her own, tongue emerging as she kissed her daughter — really kissed her — for the first time.

Becky was content to passively accept her mother’s honeyed kiss, at first, but soon her own tongue flashed to life, joining in the loveplay as her desire grew sharp again.

Mother and child kissed hungrily, their bodies squirming together in a heated rekindling of arousal. Heart thumping, Barbara rolled over onto her back, pulling Becky on top, their mouths still locked together.

Becky raised her face from her mother’s and shook her mane of auburn hair, then let her eyes travel down the length of Barbara’s bare body and back up again. “Mmmm, Mommy,” she purred, “your boobs are so pretty.” And without another word she gently cupped one of her mother’s large breasts in her hand and flicked her tongue at a nipple, then took it between her lips to suckle.

Barbara moaned at how divine that felt, her daughter’s warm mouth on her breast. Then her excitement soared even higher as she felt the child’s hand slide down her tummy and between her thighs to touch her wet pussy. Becky’s mouth moved to her mother’s other breast, her tongue teasing the tip as she pressed her fingers into the juicy heat of Barbara’s cunt.

“Mmm, yes,” Barbara gasped in delight. “Put your f-fingers inside me, pumpkin… push them right into my pussy.”

And the thirtyish mother arched her back as her daughter did just that, a whimper escaping her throat. “Ohhh… yes, that’s good. Now — ooh! — just work your fingers in and… and out of me.” She stared into Becky’s eyes, licking her lips. “You’ll be fucking me then, baby…”

“Cool,” Becky whispered eagerly. She began to do as her mother wanted, pushing two fingers into her body, withdrawing them, then sliding them in again. The girl’s thrusts slowly accelerated as she fell into a steady rhythm.

Barbara opened her eyes to savor this incredible sight — the naked child kneeling between her legs, brow furrowed in concentration as she worked her fingers in and out of her mother’s vagina.

It felt wonderful, even though Becky’s fingers were too small to penetrate Barbara’s cunt as deeply as she wanted…

“H-hold on,” Barbara panted, placing a hand on her daughter’s wrist, stopping the girl in mid-thrust. “Becky, do you want to make me feel really good?”

“Sure,” the eleven-year-old enthused. “This is fun. I love… fucking you, Mommy!” And she giggled, delighted at being able to use such a bad word in front of her mother.

Barbara laughed, charmed by the girl’s bravado. “Well, then… I want you to put all four of your fingers inside me, instead of two, and… fuck me that way for a while. Then,” she continued, a flash of excitement lighting her eyes, “when I tell you to, I want you to fold your thumb into your palm like this” — she held up her hand to demonstrate — “and push your hand all the way inside.”

Becky’s eyes were huge. “M-my whole hand? Won’t… won’t that hurt you, Mommy?”

Barbara shook her head. “It shouldn’t… after all, you came out of there not so very long ago. Just try, honey. If it hurts me, I’ll make you stop — I promise.”

The girl hesitantly withdrew her index and middle fingers, just far enough to join the other two, then carefully slid the tips of all four digits into her mother’s pussy.

Barbara sighed happily. “Yeah… that feels nice, baby.”

Her confidence increasing, Becky began to push harder, opening up her mother to take more of her hand. “It’s… it’s going inside, Mommy!”

“Ohhhh… I can feel it, yes… mmmmmmfff!” Her daughter’s fingers pressed even deeper, stretching the entrance of Barbara’s cunt in a lovely marriage of pain and pleasure. And she knew that this was only the prelude…

After she and Erika had made love two weeks earlier, and they lay entwined in Barbara’s bed, the cute Goth lesbian described the time she had fisted an older lover of hers once, and how awed she had been by the sheer ferocity of the woman’s climax. The idea sounded intriguing, but Barbara had been uncertain as to whether she could accommodate Erika’s hand or not, and the subject hadn’t come up again.

But she continued to think about fisting after that day — imagining herself spread out before her young lover, body taut as piano wire, the tattooed teen hand-fucking her cunt until she screamed from the pure, blinding rapture of it.

Now her eleven-year-old daughter was about to do that very thing for her instead, and that made the idea even more thrilling.

“Okay,” Barbara whispered, “Do it now… put your hand inside me.”

And she dug her fingernails into her palms as Becky’s hand began to penetrate her cunt, inhaling sharply at the unimaginable sensation of her daughter’s knuckles slipping past the vaginal opening.

And with one final push, that wonderful, beautiful hand was inside her, sinking into her body right up to the wrist. Barbara threw her head back, a wild animal cry torn from her throat.

There was a ringing in her ears, but she heard Becky’s frightened voice. “M-mommy? Are — are you okay?”

Barbara quickly placed a hand on her child’s arm before Becky tried to withdraw from her. “Yes, pumpkin,” she panted. “It… it feels lovely. Now… make your hand into a fist, if you can.” And she moaned as she felt the girl’s fingers shifting around inside her body.

The warm, wet walls of Barbara’s sex gripped Becky’s hand tightly as the wide-eyed girl clenched her fingers together. “Okay, Mommy,” she said, “I… I did it. Does it still feel good?”

“Yes,” whispered Barbara, stunned at how wonderful the slightest movement of her girl’s hand felt. “Oh! Oh yes, Becky, just like that. Now m-move it in and out… mmmm, yes! Fuck your mommy, pumpkin!”

Becky began to rock her hand forward, then back, gradually getting a motion going. She fell into a slow, steady rhythm, gradually penetrating even deeper as Barbara’s body accepted her daughter’s loving intrusion. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth as Becky worked her hand back and forth, back and forth.

It was incredible; fucking as the 36-year-old divorcee had never known it. Her entire body seemed to hum like some enormous purring machine, her daughter’s fist a churning piston. The humming seemed to grow louder and higher-pitched by the second, then Barbara realized the sound was issuing from her own throat.

“Give it to me, baby, yes,” Barbara managed to gasp. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

And Becky did…

Barbara shuddered as a climax began deep inside, then rocked through her body like a rolling thunderclap. Becky’s hand kept moving, sawing in and out of her vagina as Barbara thrashed on the bed. The whole world seemed reduced to the hard rhythm of cunt and fist.

Becky watched in awe as her mother came for a full sixty seconds, panting and gasping, finally placing a trembling hand over her daughter’s to halt her motion.

Then Barbara’s eyes widened in disbelief as another orgasm smashed into her body, rippling outward in waves from her throbbing sex, which still gripped tightly at Becky’s fist. She shook helplessly, gasping, “Oh m-m-my g-g-g-GOD…” riding the crazy roller coaster of ecstasy until it finally ground to a slow, squeaking stop.

Finally Barbara sighed happily and relaxed, her head sinking into the pillow. “Okay,” she whispered, “take your hand out now… but do it slowly.”

Biting her lower lip. Becky carefully withdrew from her mother’s vagina, gradually pulling free with a wet sound. She brought her glistening hand to her face to examine it, then began to lick her fingers. “Yum!” she squealed with delight.

“Mmmm, pumpkin… come lie with me now,” Barbara cooed,” Mommy needs to hold her little girlfriend.”

Grinning happily, Becky crawled into her mother’s arms, burying her face in Barbara’s breasts.

“I love you so much, Mommy…” she whispered. “This is the best thing ever!”

Lifting her daughter’s face up to hers and gazing deep into the child’s green eyes, Barbara’s brought Becky close for a tender kiss. “I’m glad this happened between us, honey,” she murmured, “and I love you, too… more than I can say.”

She kissed the young girl once more, this time allowing it to linger. Becky’s mouth came to life again as she moved on top of her nude mother, already wondering what sexy games they would play next.

The End