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Ripples, Chapter 13

  • Posted on April 29, 2019 at 2:25 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Monday morning, back to work, back to school, everything back to the same old routine.

Only it wasn’t, not by a long shot.

When Jessica opened her eyes, memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. She turned to the side, expecting to see Alice there, but that side of the bed was vacant. She must have gone back to her room during the night, she thought.

Unlike the morning after the first time she’d made love to her twelve-year-old, there was no guilt or moralising — well, not very much — and no regret. Today, she mostly felt acceptance and fulfilment, perhaps a teensy weensy bit of disappointment that her beautiful, persuasive daughter wasn’t still lying beside her, warm, naked and waiting to be kissed.

Turning back to her bedside cabinet, Jess squinted at the glowing red numbers on the radio alarm clock. It was still early, so she decided to shower before making sure the girls were up. Pushing the blankets to one side, she swung her feet to the floor, then stretched languidly. Seize the day, kid, she told herself.

As Jess rinsed off in the hot shower, dismissing an urge to masturbate, she mused on how completely her life had changed in the last month. Turning off the water, she moved to the end of the double size cubicle, plucking the soft Turkish towel from its hook, then gently dried her body.

Jess studied her steam-obscured image in the mirror, recalling that first momentous morning where she had asked herself: Where is my life going? Now, at least, she had some answers, and for the first time in a long while, knew what she wanted, for herself and the girls.

She thought of the years she’d wasted: first, resenting Mark for leaving her, then wondering when and if she would ever find a replacement for her fickle ex. Longing for a man; not just someone to share her life and give her the security and love she needed — no, deserved — and on whom she could bestow her own love, but someone for the girls to look up to as a male role model. It had taken Jess until now to finally realise that she was chasing the wrong dream. Her daughters didn’t need a father figure to lead happy and successful lives, and I sure as hell don’t need a man to make me feel complete.

She wasn’t sure where her relationship with Rachel was headed, only that she wanted more than just friendship. Will she become my lover, partner… wife, even?

Then there was Alice. Whatever the future held, she knew this ‘special relationship’ she had with her eldest daughter would continue, at least until the girl found her own path. For Jessica, that path had been well and truly trodden, and she knew that she wanted to stay on it, at least for now.

But she wanted more than just sex. She craved a relationship, a grown-up relationship… with a woman. And if that woman also has a penchant for sex with young girls, especially her daughters, so much the better.

As for sweet distractions such as Sally — and perhaps others to come, Jess told herself — well, didn’t she deserve a little fun to make up for lost time? She was certain that Rachel felt the same way. Nevertheless, she resolved to get together with her friend as soon as possible to address that very subject: should they become real lovers, or keep things casual?

Jess wasn’t sure how her sexual relationship with her daughter Alice would affect what she had with Rachel, but couldn’t imagine it being a stumbling block. After all, Rachel herself had made it clear that she intended to entice her own daughter Bella into bed — and that she was willing to include her younger girl Cindy, who was only ten, in the fun and games.

She pondered the likelihood of her friend making such a daring move. Could she really have sex with her ten-year-old daughter, or was she just trying to shock me?

Given everything that had happened over the last few weeks, Jess was inclined to believe that Rachel did intend to seduce Cindy. Hell, who am I kidding? She’s the one who loaned me that lesbian DVD, the one that got me lusting after Alice in the first place. If I know her, she’s already made love to Bella, and she’ll probably have gone down on Cindy before the week is out.

That thought suddenly posed a question in her own mind, a question she’d never allowed herself to take seriously, but had been quietly nagging at her for at least a week: Is there a possibility that Katie might be open to exploring the same pleasures that Alice and I have? Even when Rachel had jokingly suggested they “educate” their daughters together, Jessica had only been thinking of Alice.

Only now that the idea had been planted, Jess found it had taken root.

What if Katie caught me and Alice naked and in bed again, only this time while we were making love? How would I explain that away… and would I even want to?

Jess remembered how brazen she had been when Katie walked in on her and Alice that first time. Recalling how she’d flaunted her nudity just to test Katie’s reaction, she realised how easy it would have been to take that next step, to persuade her nine-year-old to undress and join them beneath the sheets.

And what about Poppy? …Oh my God, I can’t be thinking about this!

Nonetheless, those thoughts persisted. Jess had been paying more attention than usual to her daughters’ beauty of late — partially because of the sex she and Alice had enjoyed, but also because the girls had become much more, well, casual about what they wore around the house.

Just last Saturday, Jess had noticed that Katie, who’d been ridiculously self-conscious about her body for at least a year — never allowing herself to be seen in anything more revealing than her bathrobe — was now lounging about in a t-shirt and knickers. Hopeful that the nine-year-old was getting over her bashfulness, Jess had decided not to comment on Katie’s attire and risk making the girl self-conscious all over again. She’s got no reason to be shy, not with a cute little body like that, Jess mused — but that thought made her uncomfortable, and she forced her mind elsewhere.

As for Alice, she’d definitely been dressing in a more provocative fashion since the first time she and her mum had made love, spending most of her time indoors in her underwear. She favored her tiniest panties and a thin, tummy-revealing top through which her nipples could easily be seen. Probably trying to get me all hot and bothered, Jess thought. Can’t say it didn’t work.

Then there was Poppy, whose nightwear had suddenly gone from pajamas to panties… which, of late, was usually all she wore to the breakfast table. At least I didn’t look at my half-naked seven-year-old and think of sex, Jess told herself, then sighed. But I probably will this morning.

Don’t go there! she admonished herself. Still naked, Jess seated herself on the bed, rubbing her closed eyes and struggling with these forbidden thoughts.

As on that first fateful morning, her reverie was interrupted by the sound of one of her girls calling out.

Slipping on a big fluffy robe, Jess went to see what the noise was about. The hallway was empty, but she followed the sound to Katie’s room, where she saw Poppy standing outside the door of the adjoining bathroom that Katie shared with Alice.

Sure enough, her youngest was only wearing knickers. Jess forced herself to focus on Poppy’s face, rather than her body. “Sweetie, what’s all the noise about?”

The seven-year-old frowned at her mother. “I can’t find my hairbrush, Mum. I wanted to see if Katie’s got it, but the door is locked.”

“Go and finish getting ready. I’ll find it for you,” Jess said. In spite of herself, she couldn’t suppress the impulse to steal a glance at her little girl’s bottom as she exited the room. A sudden desire to see it bare made her shiver, and she clenched her jaw. No, God damn it.

With a grimace, she tried the door. Sure enough, it was locked. She gave it a sharp rap. “Katie, what are you doing in there? Poppy was out here, calling for you.”

Katie’s voice issued from the other side. “Oh, sorry Mum. I was in the shower and didn’t hear. What’s up?”

“She wants to know if you have her hairbrush.”

Jess thought she heard giggling, but then Katie responded, “I’m not sure… maybe? Tell her I’ll look for it.”

Something seemed odd, but Jess wasn’t sure what. At a loss, she simply said, “Well, hurry up and finish.”

She left the room and, as she passed Alice’s closed door, knocked. Getting no response, she opened it slowly, wondering if Alice was still in bed. She peered into the room, but saw no sign of her eldest daughter. Figuring that Alice was already downstairs, Jessica turned to go — then paused when she heard whispered  voices coming from the bathroom. She tiptoed over to the door and tried the handle, but it, too, was locked.

What’s going on? Is Alice in there, too? Jess struggled with her curiosity, feeling a strong impulse to place an ear against the door and eavesdrop. Finally, though, she made herself turn away. I’ve never spied on the girls, and I won’t start now.

But… should I knock, at least? she wondered.

*****

Minutes earlier, Alice had entered the bathroom when she heard Katie turn on the shower. Casting the extra-large t-shirt she was wearing aside, the nude preteen quietly approached the shower cubicle, opened the door and stepped inside. “Got room for one more?” she said with a grin.

“Omigod!” squealed a startled Katie, her eyes huge — then the younger girl’s expression shifted into a  scowl. “Dammit, Alice, you scared the stuffing out of me!”

“Sorry, sis,” the older girl replied with a giggle. “I just wanted to wash your back.”

Irritated though Katie was, the offer was an inviting one. For one thing, she liked the idea of hanging out with her big sister while they were both naked. She’d been thinking a lot about the stuff Alice had shown her the day before — that film clip of the two girls doing sex, then the lesson she got from her sister about touching between the legs to make yourself feel good.

Katie had made herself come three times since then, though she had to force herself to look at a photo of a boy band singer she liked while she did it, trying not to think about those lesbian girls in the film clip.

Now here was Alice, offering to help her get clean. It was weird, yeah, but too tempting to refuse.

“Okay, okay,” Katie sighed, as if getting her back washed was a tedious everyday experience. But her pulse was throbbing with excitement.

“I’ll take that,” said Alice, plucking the bath mitt from her sister’s right hand and slipping it over her own. It was already lathered up, but she added a dollop from the blue soap bottle anyhow. “Okay, turn around.”

Katie meekly obeyed, and Alice began to wash her younger sister. She started with long strokes up and down the girl’s back to soap her up, then worked on Katie’s upper half with the mitt. All the while, she drank in the view of her sibling’s bare body, especially that cute bottom of hers.

She wanted to use both hands — so after a moment’s hesitation, Alice brought her uncovered left into play, tenderly caressing the slippery softness of Katie’s skin.

“You’ve got a great body, sis,” Alice murmured, massaging the girl’s shoulders. “Mark my words, you’re gonna be a right stunner in a couple of years. But you look good now, too.”

Katie looked back, studying her big sister’s face. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that, y’know, just to — to be nice?”

“Just you wait,” Alice said, letting both hands glide down Katie’s sides to her hips. “The boys will be falling over themselves to ask you out.”

Katie didn’t reply right away, then she said, “Well, maybe I won’t want to be with a boy. Could be I’ll like girls, same as you.”

“Okay, then the girls will be doing the asking. Bet they won’t be able to keep their hands off you!”

“Well, you’ve got your hands on me now,” Katie giggled.

Alice was taken aback. Wait, wait — did little sister just flirt with me? The notion made her decide to be a bit bold. “Yeah… guess I do.” Soaping the small of Katie’s back, she allowed her hands to slip down further, cupping her sister’s bum.

Katie tensed slightly, but didn’t react otherwise. So Alice began to gently knead the taut globes, loving how perfectly they fit in her grasp.

The temptation was there to give into her craziest impulse, to let a couple of fingers wander between Katie’s thighs and stroke her smooth slit. Bet she’s wet down there, Alice told herself, and not just from the shower.

Alice knew this wasn’t the right time to make her big move, though. Katie was still grappling with shyness, and it wouldn’t do to come on too strong, not this early in the game.

Then she got a very exciting idea…

“Okay, your back looks pretty clean,” Alice said, then offered the bath mitt to Katie. “Wanna wash me?”

Hesitantly accepting the soapy glove, Katie stuck her hand into it, then looked at her big sister. “Well… turn around, then!” she said.

Alice just smiled. “Why don’t you do my front? I need to be clean there, too.”

Katie’s eyes widened. She parted her lips to speak, but nothing came out.

“It’s okay,” said Alice. Reaching out for her sister’s gloved hand, she pressed it to her right breast.

Swallowing hard, Katie slowly began to soap Alice’s chest, trying to seem relaxed and casual about it.

“Hey, this is just like that movie we saw!” Alice said. “You know, the one where Cleopatra gets bathed in milk by her slaves?” Assuming a regal air, she added, “Wash my tits, serving wench!” and laughed.

Katie giggled nervously, then fell silent as she continued with her task, fascinated in spite of herself by the nicely formed breasts of her big sister. They sure do feel nice, she thought.

Alice was thrilled by Katie’s touch. Her eyes drifted shut as she pretended that the nine-year-old was really making love to her. Then, as Katie’s soapy-gloved hand moved down to stroke her belly, Alice felt a reckless impulse that was too powerful to refuse. Grasping her sister’s wrist, she began to guide it between her legs.

Staring in disbelief at her big sister, Katie whispered, “What — what are you doing, Ali?”

“Wash me there,” Alice pleaded. “It feels so good…”

Instead, Katie snatched her hand back. “We better get out now. Mum might come in!” Turning away from her big sister, she ducked under the shower head to quickly rinse the soap from her body, then hastened out of the cubicle without a backward glance.

“Yeah, I guess,” Alice sighed, then stepped under the flowing water to rinse off. Idiot, she chided herself. You pushed her too far, too soon.

She’d no sooner finished and turned off the water when their mum called out. Alice tried to keep quiet, but failed to suppress a giggle when Katie answered. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a towel and hastily dried herself.

She was just about to escape into her room when Mum called again — this time, from her side. “Alice? Are you in there, too?”

After a brief moment, Alice answered, “Um, yeah, Mum. I couldn’t wait, so I asked Katie if I could come in to, er, use the toilet while she was in the shower.”

“Well, stop playing around and get ready, both of you.”

Alice waited a full sixty seconds before cautiously opening the door and peering into her room. Making sure that Mum had left, she turned back to Katie. “She’s gone — we better get dressed.” Touching her sister’s arm, she said, “Sorry about that, Kitty-Kat,” giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“Oh.. it’s okay,” Katie replied, her cheeks flushed. “Sorry that I — I got weird.” Opening the door to her room, the younger girl left without another word.

Entering her own room, Alice padded naked over to the dresser with a towel in hand, taking out clean underwear before she finished drying herself.

As she took her school uniform out of the wardrobe, Alice weighed the situation, finally deciding that her blunder hadn’t necessarily spoiled her scheme to get Katie into bed. She’s gotten a lot more comfortable about being naked around me… and she totally wanted to touch my pussy, even if she didn’t actually do it.

Alice resolved to stay the course and continue with her plan. I’ll just keep flirting with Katie, but give her time to think about what she wants. If I let her make the next move, she won’t be as likely to back out. Slipping into fresh knickers, she reached for her skirt. Maybe if I let Katie catch me playing with myself…?

Then an interesting thought occurred to her. What if it was Poppy who caught me touching my pussy? Bet I could get that little minx to strip off and join me, right then and there!

Alice could feel her knickers grow slightly damp at the idea of playing sexy games with both her younger sisters. At the same time, even! Then… what if I got all of us into bed with Mum?

Glancing at the clock while buttoning her blouse, Alice grimaced. She longed to masturbate, but there wasn’t anything close to enough time. Maybe I can rub out a quick one in the loo after gym. She stepped into her shoes, then snatched up a brush and began to work on her hair.

*****

Over in her bedroom, Katie was glumly dressing for school, scolding herself all the while. Why didn’t you do what Alice wanted? Just the other day, you put your finger inside her! Now she thinks you’re a great big fraidy-cat!

She sighed, her shoulders slumped. Alice probably won’t wanna teach me anything else, not now…

At the same time, Katie was puzzled about feeling this way. Why did it matter so much, anyhow, getting sex lessons from her gay sister? Why had it felt so good when Alice soaped up her bum in the shower? Why did she keep thinking about that film clip Alice had shown her, the one with the two naked girls doing dirty things with each other? She’d managed to resist the temptation to look for more stuff like that on her own computer, but those girls seemed to elbow their way into Katie’s head whenever she touched herself.

And now she was noticing cute girls at school, too. Really noticing them.

It doesn’t mean I’m gay, she told herself. The notion didn’t scare her like before, but she still found it unsettling. She’d toyed with the idea of searching the internet for a porn clip, one featuring a girl having sex with a boy… but hadn’t worked up the nerve. What if it grosses me out?

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. I’m so mixed up! Maybe I should talk to Alice about this. But after how I just acted in the shower, what if she tells me she can’t help me, cause I’m just a kid?

Katie nibbled at her lower lip — wanting to cry, knowing there wasn’t time to.

*****

Jessica was busy making breakfast when Alice danced down the stairs and entered the kitchen, dressed in her school uniform. Jess turned, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of her beautiful, sexy daughter. Alice’s crisp white blouse and lacy bra barely hid the outline of her ripening breasts, and her pleated skirt had been pulled up and turned over at the waist — shortening it to show off her legs, the way all the girls did.

Jess pictured herself kneeling before Alice and running her tongue up the girl’s soft, pale thigh, then shook her head to clear it. Not now, for fuck’s sake!

She gave her daughter a shy smile. “Hi, sweetheart. Didn’t hear you get up this morning.”

“Hi, Mum,” Alice said. “Well, I woke up early… then I figured I should go back to my room, just in case Katie came in and caught us again, y’know?”

“You were right, of course. I should’ve thought of that myself.” Jessica studied her child carefully. “So, Alice… are you still okay, with — with all of this? I mean, after last night?”

Moving closer, Alice reached out for her mother. “Oh, Mum, it was wonderful.”

Jess opened her arms, drawing her daughter into a loving embrace. She bent to plant a kiss on the girl’s forehead, but Alice lifted her head to catch the kiss on her mouth. Jessica gasped in surprise — and Alice quickly responded, her tongue darting between the older woman’s parted lips. Helpless to resist her daughter’s fierce ardor, Jess met and matched Alice’s passion, her own tongue joining in the lustful fray.

As they kissed, Jessica’s robe fell open to expose her nakedness. Alice slid both hands inside the robe to cup her mum’s breasts, then bent to plant a kiss on each nipple.

Jessica moaned, nearly swooning with mingled joy and pleasure. Hastily righting herself, she gave her daughter a reproachful look. “Alice! Be careful, for God’s sake! Your sisters might see.”

“Sorry, Mum, I forgot.” Alice responded with a shrug, actually wishing that Katie and Poppy could see her like this, making love to their mother.

They broke apart at the sound of Alice’s siblings, two sets of feet descending the stairs.

Jess hurriedly pulled her robe shut, greeting the younger girls before turning back to preparing breakfast. Her heart was racing, but she managed to appear calm and genial.

*****

A little later, Jessica got dressed, ran a brush through her hair and drove the two younger girls to school, dropping Alice at the bus stop to her school along the way. Home again, she’d just closed the front door and tossed her keys on the kitchen counter when the phone rang.

It was Rachel. “Morning, Jess… are you off to work?”

“Hi, Rach, not yet. I’m going in a little later, why?”

“Can I pop over for a bit? I need to talk to you about something.”

Jess laughed. “That’s funny; I was going to ask you the same. Sure, come on by when you’re ready.”

“Okay, see you in a minute.”

As she replaced the receiver in its cradle, Jess wondered whether Rachel wanted to discuss the same thing she did… a possible future together as lovers.

Jess filled the silver espresso pot with strong Italian coffee and switched on the hob. After a couple of minutes, the pot hissed and dark brew bubbled from the stem, filling the kitchen with its heady aroma. As she took down two small cups and matching saucers, the doorbell rang.

Jess opened the door to the ravishing brunette. “Perfect timing, I’ve just made us some coffee.”

“Smells lovely,” said Rachel, breezing in through the door to embrace her friend. They held each other for a moment, then slowly drifted apart, exchanging shy smiles. “I’ll pour,” Rachel murmured.

By the time Jess had closed the door and followed her neighbour into the large kitchen, Rachel had already filled their cups and was perched on a stool, sipping her coffee.

Jess got the feeling from Rachel’s unusually quiet demeanour that she had something momentous to say. She leaned back against the counter and picked up her own cup, raising it to her lips. “So, what is it that’s so important?” Jess was a little nervous, wondering if perhaps Rachel was going to say that their night of lovemaking had been a mistake.

Rachel didn’t answer straight away, just continued to drink her coffee, draining the cup down to the dregs before setting it on the saucer. Meeting her friend’s gaze, she said, “You know me, Jess. I’m not shy in the least, not when it comes to talking about sex.”

“Oh, really? Hmmm… can’t say I’ve ever noticed that about you.” Jess responded with a slight grin.

Ignoring the wry comment, Rachel took a deep breath, then suddenly blurted, “Jess, I made love with Bella last night!”

Nearly choking on a sip of coffee, Jess set her cup to one side. “Bloody hell — break it to me gently, why don’t you?”

Rachel was blushing. “Sorry, love. I’ve been thinking all morning about how I was going to tell you.”

“Consider me told,” Jessica said, wiping her lips with a napkin. “So… how did it happen?”

“Well, I did say that you and I should educate our daughters together… though honestly, I was being a little tongue-in-cheek when I said it. But last night, I got to thinking about you doing it with Alice, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. All the while, Bella’s sprawled out in front of the telly, wearing a sloppy old pajama top and these adorable little shorts… my God, I couldn’t take my eyes off her!”

Jessica’s heart throbbed as she drank in Rachel’s words, capturing feelings that were so very much like her own for Alice.

Rachel continued. “Any morally upstanding woman would’ve gone upstairs to her room, locked the door and wanked herself into a stupor. But that’s never me, Jess. So I invited Bella into my room and offered to teach her more about sex. She was nervous, yes… but she didn’t say no.”

Jess sat just looking at Rachel for a moment, raising her coffee to her lips to hide her face. She wasn’t sure how this news made her feel.

“How was it?” was all she could think to say.

“It was bloody amazing! I started off by asking about her and Alice… and it seems they haven’t really done that much together. Just kissing and some touching, because Bella was too scared to go any further. I asked her if there was anything about sex that she wanted to know, but she was really shy. It was really hard getting her to open up; when I asked her if she masturbated, she couldn’t even say the word.”

“So what changed?” Jess asked, even though she felt she knew what was coming next. Her excitement was steadily growing, as if she was listening in on a private sex chat. As Rachel went on, Jess began to stage the scene in her mind.

“I did manage to get Bella to admit she touches herself… but when I asked her to show me how she does it, she didn’t want to undress. I hope you don’t mind, but I told her you’d had a similar little chat with Alice — you know, about sex and masturbation, but I didn’t elaborate. In the end, I offered to undress myself, then I fingered my pussy and got her to copy me. One thing led to another and… well, you can imagine what followed. I couldn’t believe how excited I was to see Bella naked. It must’ve felt the same way for you, Jess, when you first got a glimpse of your Alice in the altogether.”

Jessica’s imagination was running wild. She was beginning to squirm where she stood, assailed by vivid scenes of Rachel and her adorable twelve-year-old. More than that, Jess also recalled the waking dream she’d had on the morning after that first incredible night with Alice.

“I was just… on fucking fire with lust for my own daughter, but also trying not to let it show in case she got scared. In the end we made love, Bella and me… it was beautiful, and I came like never before. When you and I did it, it was fantastic, really fucking fantastic, especially as I’d been hoping something would happen between us for ages… but there was something about the, the danger of sex with Bella, that takes it to a different level.” Rachel gave Jess an inquiring glance. “You understand what I mean, don’t you…?”

Jess was still processing the scene in her head, but she’d also picked up on her friend’s comment about hoping for something to happen between them. Maybe she feels like I do, and wants us to be a real couple. “Oh yes,” she replied, “I know perfectly well what you mean. I felt the same… especially last night. You see, Alice and I made love again.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “What? My God, so you and Alice were going at it the same time as me and Bella? If I’d only known, I might’ve come even harder.”

It wasn’t even my doing, really,” said Jess. ”Alice is turning into a little minx; she asked if we could do it again and I didn’t have the strength to tell her no.” She sighed, made a helpless gesture. “Oh, who am I kidding? I swear, she only has to snap her fingers and I’ll be flat on my back, legs spread for her. I’m going to have to talk with Alice, tell her to be careful, else she’s likely to be seducing her classmates… probably even some teachers.”

And we already know a couple of our girls’ teachers who are that way inclined,” Rachel said. “Remember Beverley and Hannah, and what they were getting up to at the bar the other night?”

Taking a deep breath, Jess said, “Listen, since we’re in confession mode, I need to let you know something else. Last night I told Alice all about us, what you and I did. I even told her about having sex with Sally.”

“Wow, really? How did she react?”

“Oh, she was fine with it all — in fact, she was brilliant. She even asked if you were jealous about me and Sally.  And that leads me to why I wanted us to talk today.”

“What, you want to know if I am jealous, then? Of Sally?” Rachel queried with a look of puzzlement that softened into a grin. “Perhaps I am, just a little, but only because I wasn’t there to help you fuck her.”

“That’s not what I was getting at,” Jess replied, shaking her head. “What I wanted was to talk about… well, where things stand with you and me, Rach. I’m not sure what we have here, and I need to know if it’s just a casual sex thing or not. Are we in a real relationship? Do you… would you like to be?” She tried to seem calm and collected, but there was a definite tremor in her voice.

Their eyes met briefly before Rachel slid off her stool, then crossed the short distance to where Jess was leaning against the worktop. She took Jessica’s cup from her and placed it on the counter. Looking up at the taller woman, Rachel tilted her head to place a soft kiss on her friend’s mouth. Jess responded, cupping Rachel’s face in her hands. They kissed, gently but with enormous passion.

Finally, Rachel broke away to look at Jess. Were there tears in her eyes? She whispered, “Yes, yes… I’d love for us to be a couple… that is, if you want to? I — I’ve been avoiding the subject, in case I scared you off. I wasn’t sure whether you could fall in love with a woman, or if — well, if it was just a phase, something you just wanted to try because you weren’t, you know, getting any.” They laughed, then Rachel added, “I didn’t want to be pushy.”

Jess relaxed, relieved that she hadn’t misread the situation. “Before that first night, I’d barely even thought about sex with women, but you triggered something in me, and I began to get curious. It opened my eyes to what I’ve been missing… what I’ve needed to have in my life.

“That first night, when you and I made love for real… it felt like the beginning of something. At first I thought I was reading too much into it, that you just wanted a bit of fun… or maybe that you felt sorry for me. But deep down inside, I sensed that you wanted more than a romp in the sheets — and that’s when it struck me, that I felt the same way. After all that’s happened, with you and Sally and Alice, I knew that I wanted a real relationship with a woman. With you.”

Rachel gazed at Jess with adoring eyes. “You’re my best friend, but I’ve been in love with you for ages. I know I have a reputation for being bold as brass, but let me tell you, Jess — it took a long time for me to work up the nerve to make a move on you. I’m so, so happy that you want us to be lovers!” Overwhelmed, close to tears, Rachel reached out to her friend. “Take me in your arms and hold me, Jess, before I start blubbering like a baby.”

Jess leaned into Rachel and hugged her close, losing herself in the woman’s warm body, the sound of her contented sighs, the scent of her skin. She detected the merest hint of another aroma as well — that of her new lover’s arousal. God, I want to fuck her, she realized. But there isn’t time. Is there?

When they finally drew apart, Jess placed both hands on Rachel’s shoulders, looking down on the shorter woman as if she was having a serious talk with a child. “So what comes next? I’m not sure I’m ready to tell the world about us just yet. Christ, I’m only just getting used to the idea of being a lesbian!” She shook her head in wonder. “Wow, I never pictured myself saying those words. What will happen when everyone knows? We both have businesses, but what would this do to our reputations? We might lose some customers, and it wouldn’t be fair on the people we employ if that happened.”

Rachel stopped her friend. “Hey, it’s 2018; it’s hip now for strong women to switch sides. They’re all doing it in Hollywood, every other week some actress comes out as gay, or bi.”

“Maybe, but this is the Cotswolds, and some people still have old-fashioned views.”

“Well, I agree we should think about it before going public, but this town’s a lot less straight than you think. You saw what was going on at that club; how many ladies did you see getting it on? Remember Bev and Hannah, me and Heidi, and plenty more.”

“Well, I suppose you’re right. There were even some women having sex in the loos.”

Rachel looked surprised. “Oooh, I didn’t know that! Makes sense, though. You should have come and told me, girl! Did you actually stand on the seat, then, and peek at women shagging?”

“I was in a cubicle and heard some, but others were making out right out in the open. Did you know about Reiko and Nadya?”

“I’d guessed; I’ve seen them together and it was pretty obvious. I thought you already knew.”

“Alice told me. Apparently, Reiko’s daughter Azumi told her. Come to think of it, I wonder if that’s what made Alice curious? Anyway, I bet you’ll be shocked when I tell you who else was having it off.”

Rachel looked intrigued. “Spill the beans, you old dyke.”

Jess lightly punched Rachel in the shoulder with mock indignation. “Hey, you, not so much of the old. I overheard Abby and Mel getting very hot and heavy, and it definitely wasn’t their first time, either.”

Rachel’s eyes widened. “Are you sure?”

“Of course! They’ve been my friends since school, I’d recognise those voices anywhere. Plus, they used their names. Trust me, it was them.”

“Well, fuck my old boots! Mel and Abby lovers… I never clocked on. I wonder if their husbands know. They must be very sneaky about it. Did they see you?”

“No, I hid until I was sure they’d left, but I think they might have suspected it was me in the cubicle when I went missing. I was going to tell you that I saw them groping each other as they left your place, but you dragged me upstairs and ravished me before I could get the words out.”

“What can I say? I was aflame with passion.”

Jess grinned. “Still are, you silly cow. Anyhow, when I left yours in the morning, I saw Abby coming out of Mel’s house and they kissed on the doorstep. She must have stayed the night; I think their girls were at a sleepover, and their husbands off fishing or something.

“That’s not all, as we left the club, I saw some woman all over Serena; she was frozen on the spot while the woman practically assaulted her. Then later I remembered where I’d seen her before. It was Karen Gregson, y’know, from that hair salon down the end of the high street. That’s why Serena didn’t come home with us, she went with Karen. I think it might have been her first time, the way she acted.”

“Wow, who’d have thought the prim and proper Serena would get turned? That’s one piece of info I’m keeping for later.” Rachel gave a satisfied nod. “So, it seems everyone in the mother’s club has seen the light. Good job I rescued you from blokes and brought you into the fold, eh? We could have ourselves a regular little lezzie group thing going on.” Smiling wryly, she added, “And you’re worried about losing customers for being gay?” She noticed a thoughtful frown on Jessica’s  face. “What’s up, love — something wrong?”

“There are some serious details you and I need to discuss, Rach. There’s Sally for one, and what about Millie? I told Sally I that was open to having sex with her again, at least until she finds herself a girlfriend her own age.”

“I told Millie the same thing. You know, if you’re up for it, there’s no reason we can’t play around with others now and again — perhaps even together. It wouldn’t change how I feel about you, and I’d say we both need to make up for lost time, but only if you feel the same way.”

Jess felt a surge of warmth jolt through her body. The thought of having sex with Rachel and Sally at the same time appealed to her tremendously. “I think that would be… delicious.”

That’s my girl!” Rachel exclaimed. “Actually, I’d almost forgotten about Millie, but I’ve just had a thought. Why don’t I ask her to come round to mine sometime next week, then you tell Sally that you have a surprise and bring her over? We could do a little matchmaking. If Sally is looking for a girl her own age… well, after what Millie and did last week, she is definitely off boys. Plus, if they need a little guidance, we could always offer some hands-on tuition… I know where I’d like to lay my hands.”

Jess was already picturing that little scenario, but she forced it out of her mind, determined to stay focused. Rachel had a wicked smile on her face, until she noted her friend’s sober demeanor. “Okay, there’s that… what else is on your mind, Jess?”

“Well… what should we do about our daughters? If Alice comes on to me again, I don’t have the willpower to say no — to be honest, I don’t even want to say no. And I’m sure that you’ll want to keep making love to Bella, now you’ve got the taste. Can you and I be lovers and have sex with our kids? And then there are our younger girls. I’m still not sure what to do about Katie and Poppy. And what about you, are you still seriously thinking about taking Cindy to bed?”

“Ah, yes… that reminds me of something I need to tell you,” Rachel murmured, looking a bit embarrassed. “I think it might be a little late to keep my activities with Bella a secret from her little sister. Bella and I were having a little post-fuck cuddle, you see… and Cindy caught us, stark naked and in each other’s arms. it seems that I was, er, somewhat noisy when Bella went down on me.” She was blushing now. “For a novice, she’s got a very talented mouth.”

“Oh, my God, something like that happened to us! Katie caught Alice in my bed after our first time together, but I managed to cook up an excuse, at least. I told her that Alice came in to sleep with me because she’d had a bad dream… and we were both naked because my room was hot. So what happened, what did you tell Cindy?”

“Y’know, it was pretty obvious what Bella and I had been doing… so I told her the truth.”

Shocked, Jess covered her mouth. “You didn’t!”

“I did. You know how Cindy responded? She wanted to know when I was going to teach her how to make love. So… I promised her I would, this weekend.”

“You really are going to take her to bed, then. Doesn’t that feel like, well, going too far? I mean, she is only ten.” Like you haven’t been thinking the same way about Katie, she told herself.

“Nearly eleven, actually. Look, if Cindy is old enough to take an interest in sex, she’s old enough to learn. And who better than a loving mother to give her the guidance she needs? Besides, she was bound to catch me and Bella again at some point, so it seemed like the sensible thing to do. Think about it, keeping that kind of thing under wraps in your own home is going to be all but impossible. How long do you think you can hide what you’re doing with Alice from her sisters?”

Jessica’s mind was in chaos; she couldn’t think straight. “I don’t know, I hadn’t thought about it.” Liar, she accused herself. You did too, just this morning.

“You must have at least considered the possibility that you’d be caught again.”

Jess remembered the way Katie looked at her when she’d paraded nude in front of the nine-year-old, that morning after she’d first been intimate with Alice. “Well, okay, I have. Earlier on, I was wondering what might happen if Katie caught us again. See, I remembered what you said about Cindy, how you were thinking about… including her. At first, I told myself you were joking, but then I wasn’t sure. That was when I let myself, uh, imagine what it would be like with Katie. Then, I started thinking about Poppy and I… I had to make myself stop.” Her cheeks burned.

Reaching out, Rachel calmly took Jessica’s hands between hers. “Jess, darling… it will be okay, I promise. Our girls are pretty grown up; they’ve had to be. If you and I face this together, we can make it work… and with all of us participating.”

Jess stared at her friend. “All of us? How do you mean?”

“It’s what I sort of suggested the last time we spoke about this. It seems to me that we should sit down and talk it over — you, me, Alice and Bella at first. We could officially tell the girls about us being lovers, then we tell Alice about me and Bella, and Bella about you and Alice. That way, they’ll have each other to talk to, and who knows, they’ll probably take their relationship to the next level, now that Bella is over her shyness.”

“She is?” Jess said. “Well, after a romp in the sack with the likes of you, I’m hardly surprised.”

“Let me put it this way,” Rachel said, “Alice is going to be amazed, the next time she and Bella have a sleepover. My daughter is champing at the bit to get her hands on yours.” She paused for a moment to think. “Tell you what… why don’t you have Bella spend the night this Friday, and we’ll have that little chat with her and Alice. At the very least, they’ll spend a lovely evening together… and if we’re lucky, all four of us can have some fun.”

Jess considered Rachel’s proposal, already picturing that scene. “That does sound tempting, I must admit. But what about our youngsters? I’d be too nervous to try anything like that with Poppy or Katie around.”

“Hmmm, good point. Let’s see… what if we organized a sleepover at my place for them? That way, Katie and Poppy could come over and have the run of the house with Cindy. I’ll see if Millie can sit for them — which means that I’ll need to save some sex energy for her when I get back home, I suppose. That way, if we do end up joining Alice and Bella, we’ll be able to get as loud and wild as we want!”

“Jesus, that sounds so fucking kinky,” Jess murmured, absently touching between her legs.

Noting where Jessica’s hand was, Rachel couldn’t help but smile. “Then on Saturday, I’ll be teaching these things to Cindy.” She shivered with delight. “God, I can’t wait to get her naked. If all goes as it should, she’ll have another member of our little family society.”

Incest society, you mean,” Jess said. “I can’t believe we’re actually talking about doing this. The more I think about it, though, the more it makes sense. I fought myself about it at first, but you know what? I love what sex has done for the relationship I have with Alice. What would it be like to have that kind of closeness with Katie, too?”

“Well, since I hope to be making love to my youngest this Saturday, you should take the opportunity to come out to Katie… perhaps to Poppy as well.”

Jessica tried to picture that scenario. She’d always been open and honest with her daughters, speaking to them in a way that some would say was too grown up, but the girls had always responded in a way that sometimes made her forget their ages.

“I’m not sure about Poppy. I think she’s too young to be part of this.” Jess interjected.

“I think you’re underestimating her… but okay, let’s leave the little one out of it for now. Katie, though, is very grown up for her age. You should let her know what’s going on, at least, even if you aren’t quite ready to make love to her. Let’s speak about it later in the week.”

Jess knew Rachel was right, but she wasn’t sure how she would broach the subject. Taking a quick glance at the kitchen clock, she turned to her lover. “Much as I’d love to cement our relationship, I really do need to get to work.”

Rachel also checked the time. “Me too. Phone me up some time, if you’re having any further doubts.”

With that, they kissed, each resisting the urge to undress and ravish the other, then Rachel left before either one of them could change her mind.

Once at the store Jessica plunged herself into paperwork, but was too distracted to accomplish much. In the end she spent much of the day in her office trying to work what she would say to the girls, particularly Katie.

That night, she tried to put it all out of her mind, spending the evening helping her daughters with homework before they all settled down on the sofa to watch TV. Every so often, Jess stole a glance at each of her lovely girls, dressed in their nightwear, wondering what their reactions might be when she told them about her newly realized sexuality… and Rachel. Sometimes she peeked at the girls with no other reason than to appreciate the beauty of their youthful, scantily covered bodies.

Alice already knew about her mum’s lesbianism, of course, but making an official announcement out of it seemed different to Jess, more formal… and even though Alice had claimed to be fine with Mum and “Aunt Rachel,” becoming lovers, Jessica still wondered if her daughter mightn’t still feel a bit jealous.

The rest of the evening passed without incident — in fact, Alice didn’t come knocking on her door after hours. Despite a hint of disappointment, Jess was mostly glad that the girl had given her the time and space she needed to collect her thoughts.

So Jessica spent a good long while lost in concentration, staring up at the ceiling — but everything was too jumbled in her mind to organize, so she shut everything out and switched off the light, allowing herself to fall asleep.

As promised: Chapter Fourteen!

 

Expecting, Part Two

  • Posted on April 27, 2019 at 2:19 pm

by  JetBoy

Tammy and Mist followed me in their car as I negotiated the twisting roads that led to my home. Once arrived, I ushered them inside; and once the door had closed behind us we stood there for a moment, grinning foolishly at one another, ready for anything.

“How about dinner?” I finally said.

This met with enthusiastic approval, and I invited Mist and Tammy into the kitchen to join me while I threw something together. They wanted to help, so I dug into my larder, and the three of us pitched in to conjure up a lovely supper of pasta with marinara sauce, a salad and garlic bread. I opened a nice Cabernet, and we sat down to our humble feast and tucked in.

I was incredibly hungry, and my guests clearly were as well, so we made short work of the meal. The mood was one of exuberance. Fixing dinner with Tammy and Mist had been a lot of fun, and we couldn’t stop smiling and giggling as we ate.

The wine turned out to be excellent, and we called on Mist to make a toast. She stood, looked back and forth at her mother and I, then raised her glass and softly said, “To us.”

“To us,” Tammy and I echoed — and when I glanced into my friend’s eyes, I seemed to fall into them. We gazed at each other for an eternity that only lasted for a few seconds, and something passed between us, something warm and beautiful. I think that was when I first realized that this was more than one of my casual lesbian sex romps. Much more.

Then I turned to Mist, who gave me a smile as big and bright as the sun, and I felt a surge of adoration for her, too.

I wasn’t sure what was happening to me, but I liked it — and rising from my seat, I purred, “I think we’ll have dessert in the bedroom.” Taking the bottle of wine, I beckoned Tammy and Mist to follow, adding, “Leave the dishes,” with a wink.

We climbed the stairs, a tangible excitation in the air that seemed to positively crackle. The lovemaking we had enjoyed earlier now seemed like a mere appetizer, and we were already ravenous for more. I ached to sample every imaginable sexual delight with this pregnant goddess and her luscious nymph of a daughter. As for Tammy and Mist, they were clearly eager to explore their new relationship as lovers.

Entering my bedroom, I set down the wine bottle and turned to my guests, only to have both mother and daughter take me in their arms. I wrapped my arms around their bodies, and we simply held each other for a long, lovely while. Then I sought out Tammy’s mouth with my own, and we enjoyed a gentle French kiss. Then Tammy turned to her daughter, their mouths meeting, tongues dancing. When Mist kissed me I melted into her, licking at her lower lip, and she sucked playfully at my tongue.

Our kisses grew increasingly urgent, and our hands began to wander and explore the curves and planes of each other’s bodies. Mist’s fingers were toying with my right nipple as I slid a hand beneath her mother’s top to stroke her swollen belly, while Tammy’s tongue trailed its way around the edge of my ear. Our heartbeats seemed to accelerate in unison, the excitement level increasing dramatically by the second.

And then we were undressing each other — but slowly, teasingly, as if we had all the time in the world to make love. A button unfastened here, a portion of skin bared there, the sound of a zipper being tugged down… we were playing out a slow dance of seduction, making each moment count. I tugged Mist’s tank top up and off, bent to place a soft kiss upon her shoulder, then stepped out of my panties when Tammy slid them down to my ankles. No words were spoken — none were needed.

Soon we were all naked, and Mist squealed “Come on!” followed by a flying leap onto my bed, where she bounced excitedly, as if she were eight instead of fourteen.

I glanced over to Tammy, standing beside me. She smiled and took my hand, and we padded over to the bed, climbing aboard next to Mist, whose eyes were aglow with lust. “I wanna watch you guys fuck now,” she cooed.

To hear those wicked words from this sweet young girl… well, my libido was aflame in an instant. I turned to Tammy and seized her in my arms, claiming her luscious mouth with my own. She matched my passion and then some, her tongue darting between my parted lips.

We lay down together, still locked in a fierce embrace. Tammy was fucking my mouth with her tongue, grinding her pregnant body into mine. I dragged my nails down her back, and she broke away long enough to moan “Oh… I love that!”

Her ass demanded to be groped — and I obliged, kneading her generous buttocks with hands that hungered to touch, to fondle, know every inch of this magnificent woman.

My mouth, however, was watering for Tammy’s cunt, and it would not be denied.

Pulling away, I quickly positioned Tammy on her side, then twisted around to burrow my face between her thighs. No gentle nuzzlings were wanted now… I plunged into her sex, a greedy mouth drinking deep from a lover’s body.

A shiver flickered through me as I felt Tammy placing hot, open-mouthed kisses upon my own cunt — then I inhaled sharply as her tongue probed into the vaginal tunnel, wriggling about deliciously. Tammy’s chin was brushing my engorged clitoris, making my body jolt with her every movement.

The entire lower half of my face seemed to be coated with her essence, and I still craved more. Drinking deep from the chalice of my lover’s sex, I suddenly wondered if she tasted different because of her pregnancy. I imagined going down on her right after she gave birth, soothing her aching vagina even as I sampled and savored what new flavor her cunt might have.

Tammy and I lay curled on our sides, pleasuring one another with ardent mouths, our bodies forming a sweet circle of womanhood — a circle with an unborn child nestled in the center. Can the baby feel this, sense our loving from inside her mother’s womb? I wondered. As I ate Tammy’s juicy cunt, I slipped a hand between our bodies and placed it on her belly, wanting to convey all the warmth and joy I felt at that moment to the little one.

Then I felt a crazy surge of joy as Tammy placed her hand atop mine, squeezing it as if to say that she knew my wishes, and shared them. It was a beautiful moment that sent my arousal — and my love — soaring.

My response was to grind my face even deeper into Tammy’s wet flesh, going down on her with everything I had. No subtlety here — my objective now was to make her come and come hard. I rolled my tongue around the walls of her vagina, then withdrew to shift my attention to the hard nub of her clitoris, which I sucked between my lips.

Tammy took my cue, quickly moving to envelop my throbbing clit with the warmth of her mouth — and then we were off, both of us passengers on a mad roller coaster of sexual rapture that wrenched us this way and that, ever moving faster, faster; knotting into tangles of pure velocity that swiftly untied themselves, only to twist together all over again; whizzing past blurred flashes of ecstasy, barely glimpsed through speed-narrowed eyes.

Oh, my stars, what a wild ride it was. And it steadily grew ever more intense as Tammy and I each licked and sucked and nibbled at the other’s pleasure button. I was spinning, whirling helplessly as that damned roller coaster somehow trapped itself on a loop-the-loop, increasing its speed on each go-round — gravity tearing at me like an insane thing as the world raced by spinning, spinning, spinning —

And then I was coming, wrenched free from the weird whirligig and flying headlong through space, body strobing to the impossible poundpoundpound of my heart, each beat in perfect rhythm with the throbbing of my orgasm. I plummeted to earth, but somehow never felt myself land.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open.

I was greeted by the sight of Tammy’s beautiful cunt, the glistening pink flesh nearly hidden within a thick bush of auburn curls. I moved in to press an affectionate kiss inside the dewy flower, then rested my cheek upon my new lover’s inner thigh. A blissful, serene haze enveloped me, and I felt a sudden flush of warmth course through my limbs as Tammy lightly nuzzled my own still-tingling sex.

Then I felt soft hands caressing my body, and I rolled away from Tammy to peer up at the beaming face of Mist, who now knelt beside us. “Gosh,” she whispered, her eyes moist as she stroked her mother and me, “that was… that was awesome.”

I was out of breath and a bit dizzy, but the sight of this naked girl rejuvenated me, made me want her. Raising myself into a sitting position, I drew Mist into my arms, covering her mouth with my own. My lips were sticky with Tammy’s wetness, and the cute teen moaned happily as she tasted and delighted in the flavor of her mother.

Tammy was now hugging her daughter from behind, adorning Mist’s neck with heated, open-mouthed kisses. A prickle of excitement raced through me as Tammy trailed her tongue up to the girl’s ear, pausing to nip at the lobe in a playful fashion. Mist swiveled around to gaze at her, and a lust-filled glance passed between them that made my heart skip a beat. Then their mouths crushed together as they embraced, mother and daughter lost in the forbidden pleasures of incest.

Then Tammy gently broke their kiss, turned to me and with a wicked smile cooed, “C’mon, Carly… I think Mist needs both of us to get her off.”

Tammy and I lay the girl down between us and began to touch her, gossamer-light caresses that traveled the length and breadth of her body. She sighed contentedly, lulled into relaxation. But as our touches became less gentle, more intimate, Mist began to squirm in arousal.

Then we began to love her with our mouths as well as our fingers — barely-there kisses, light tongue flicks and teasing love bites intended to drive her frantic with lust. Soon she was moaning in our arms as we lavished affection on her bare body. We were careful, though, not to make Mist come, wanting to take her to the absolute limit of pleasure — and beyond! She would have to beg us for release.

By now I was sucking on Mist’s toes, sending delicious shivers through her slim frame while Tammy licked at her daughter’s nipples. I could see her hand tucked between Mist’s thighs, fingers lightly stroking at the girl’s slit.

Mist was writhing helplessly, eyes wild as she mewled in desperation. “Oh, Mommy,” she gasped, “Carly. P-please… let me — ohhhhh, I need to, to…”

In spite of her entreaties, we continued to tease her for just a bit longer. Then Tammy’s eyes met mine, and she gave me a nod.

I quickly crawled between the redheaded nymph’s slender thighs, opened her cunt with my fingers and kissed the sweet pinkness inside. Tammy was manipulating Mist’s clitoris with her fingers as I allowed my tongue to slide deep into the girl’s vagina. She tasted wonderful — tart and juicy as an exotic fruit.

I began to tongue-fuck my teenage lover, gazing up the length of her form to watch Tammy enjoy her daughter’s breasts — suckling them, then teasing the pert nipples with her teeth. Mist’s head was thrown back, mouth slack as she cradled her mother’s face to her chest. Her body was quivering from head to toe. She was going to come soon, and her climax promised to be one for the record books.

Eager to take this young lesbian even higher, I brought my hand into play as I continued to suck at Mist’s dripping cunt, placing the tip of a finger against the moist cleft between her buttocks. A shudder flickered through her body at that — and as she sucked in a lungful of air, I slid the finger all the way into her anus with a single steady stroke.

And then Mist exploded in a surge of pleasure that had the girl thrashing about like a wild mare, her heels drumming a tattoo on the mattress as she came. God, did she come. It was all I could do to hang on and not be thrown from the bed by the helpless thrusts of her hips. I held firm, though — my mouth glued to Mist’s sex, tongue probing her. I was rolling my finger around inside the teen’s anus, moving it in tight little circles… and that only made her buck all the harder.

Tammy and I carried Mist through the arc of her ecstasy, keeping it going until she had climaxed at least four times in succession. Finally she lay limp, her eyes glazed, panting as if she’d just completed a marathon.

I lifted my face from between Mist’s thighs as Tammy turned to me, the two of us coming together in a brief but passionate kiss of celebration. Finally we broke apart and lay down alongside Mist, cuddling her between us.

We three lay entwined for a long, wonderful while — serene and contented, occasionally exchanging soft kisses and taking warm swallows of wine from the bottle I’d brought upstairs.

I was amazed at how good it felt – just being with these beautiful women. When it came to relationships, I’d always kept things on a casual basis. I just liked playing the field too much, sharing my bed with a steady stream of willing and curious females. But the warmth and affection that I felt in the arms of Tammy and Mist was something else again. It was as if I’d been magically transformed into a teenager with an enormous crush — and I loved it!

The three of us didn’t leave the house or put on a stitch of clothing from that Friday night until early Sunday. Well, I threw on a dressing gown when we had Chinese take-out delivered on Saturday night, but otherwise it was all nude, all the time. Mist had made plans to meet with friends on Saturday, but she called them to beg off, claiming she had a headache. And for an amazing forty hours or so, Tammy, Mist and I indulged our every sense in a wild bacchanalia of pleasure that the gods on Olympus might have envied.

We made love again and again in every combination, three new lovers exploring every part, every inch of each other’s bodies. We fucked ourselves into exhaustion, dozed, then awakened to fuck once more. We’d unwind from our orgies in the hot tub, though even in there we’d make out — which sometimes got the love play going all over again.

And when we weren’t engaged in carnal delights, there were many other ways to pass the time. We watched a Bollywood film from my DVD collection, danced naked to Sixties soul records, fed each other chocolate cake with our fingers, even had an impromptu yoga session. I read to Tammy and Mist from the love poems of John Donne, and Tammy told our fortunes with a Tarot deck I had lying around. As for Mist, she fell in love with my tabby cat Percival, and played with him every chance she got.

But that wasn’t all — we also shared our souls. I found myself opening up to Mist and Tammy in a way I seldom did with my lovers, giving them the chance to see me as I honestly was… all the while getting to know them better, too.

And Tammy and Mist were discovering one another in a different way — mother and daughter adding a sexual dimension to their relationship, joyfully exploring a new life together as women in love.

There was one more particularly special moment that I want to tell you about. We were curled together on the bed, all flushed and glowing from our lovemaking. We’d just engaged in an oral daisy chain; the three of us licking each other’s cunts at the same time.

Anyhow, Mist twisted around to smile at her mother and murmured, “Say, Mom… do you have one of those strap-on cock thingies?”

Tammy arched an eyebrow at her daughter. “Well… yes, I do. Why do you ask?”

Blushing sweetly, Mist replied. “Um, I’m — well, the thing is, I’m still a virgin, Mom… and I’d kinda like for you to be my first fuck.”

Tammy’s eyes widened. “Mist!” she gasped, “Is that… are you sure that’s what you want? You shouldn’t rush into–”

Mist placed a finger against her mother’s lips to shush her. “It’s been a fantasy of mine, Mom,” she whispered. “Ever since I knew that I wanted you. God, I’ve made myself come so many times, just imagining you on top of me, taking me with your cock… totally making me yours.” She cupped Tammy’s cheek, her eyes shining with love.

Tammy was overcome with emotion. “Oh… oh, my God, Mist,” she breathed, her eyes suddenly moist. “I don’t know what to say…”

Mist sighed happily. “I… I never believed it could actually happen, Mom. It was just a, a crazy dream I used to get myself off. But now that we’ve made love…” She touched her mother’s swollen belly. “I know you can’t fuck me just yet… but — after the baby is born, I hope you will, Mom. You’ll b-be making my dream come true.” She took her mother’s hand, pressing it to her lips. “Oh, Mom — please say yes! I don’t want anyone but you to do it…”

Tammy stared at the ceiling. “How can I say no?” she whispered, her face alight with wonder. She turned to Mist. “Sweet baby,” she cooed, “If you want me to be your first, nothing would make me happier.” She drew Mist close, cradling the teen’s face to her breasts. Then she glanced at me, her eyes brimming with happy tears. “I’ve got a date with my little girl, Carly,” she whispered. “She wants me to fuck her.”

I was on the verge of tears myself, overwhelmed by this incredible love between mother and daughter. “I think it’s a beautiful thing, Tammy… and you are a very lucky woman.”

Then we were all hugging… and it was only moments before the three of us were making love again, our lust rekindled.

Our weekend was a wonderful vacation from the cares of the world, and I was sorry to see it end. Tammy had to work on Sunday, though, and I’d committed myself to a staff meeting at the clinic that same afternoon. So mother and daughter bid me a fond goodbye, we kissed passionately, and I waved as they slowly drove away.

Ah, but before they left, Tammy and Mist made plans with me to get together for dinner on Monday night at a local French restaurant. It was a marvelous evening, too. We enjoyed a fine meal, then nipped back to their place for fun and games. All of which, needless to say, we played naked.

Over the next few weeks the three of us spent every spare moment in each other’s company, and that included more than a few overnight sleepovers. I even drove Mist to school one morning and, wicked woman that I am, fingered her to a lovely orgasm before I dropped her off.

The sex continued to be nothing short of incredible, and the time I spent with Tammy and Mist with our clothes on was a joy, too. Getting to know them both, as friends and lovers, moved me to reevaluate a few things I’d always taken for granted about myself. As I mentioned earlier, I’d always been one for casual, commitment-free relationships. Oh, there had been roommates, in my less affluent days, but I had never shared my personal space with a lover, and shunned serious romance as if it carried the plague. I’d been a player, jumping into bed with any available female that took my fancy.

But the hours, the days, the nights spent with Mist and Tammy had me wanting something different.

Suddenly I wasn’t seen at the Hot Spur on Fridays, trolling for young cuties. I abandoned the lesbian chat room. I bought a very expensive new outfit — complete with sexy underwear — just to dazzle Tammy and Mist for a night out on the town. I sent them flowers and spent hours making each of them a personalized mix CD. They had an ice cream cake delivered to my door, festooned with pink frosting hearts. Then there was the night that they tied me to a chair in my living room and performed for me, doing a nicely choreographed song-and-dance rendition of “I Only Have Eyes for You,” while stripping naked, one item of clothing at a time… then they got into a mother-daughter sex show on the floor at my bound feet that nearly gave yours truly a heart attack — not to mention got me so fucking wet that I had to have the chair professionally cleaned. I wouldn’t let Tammy pay for it, either.

After three weeks of this craziness, I knew I was in love.

It shook me up, I’ll tell you… but I was determined not to let this chance for happiness slip through my fingers. I invited Tammy and Mist over for dinner on Friday, then spent a couple of days making preparations.

By the time the doorbell rang on Friday, I was a bundle of nerves… but as I opened the door to let them in, all the tension that was churning through my tummy simply melted away at the sight of their smiling faces. I was a woman in love, and everything was perfect.

We dined on a sumptuous feast of chicken in a orange glaze, a wild rice casserole and steamed vegetables, with black bottom pie for dessert. Then I brought out a bottle of vintage Reisling, and we toasted one another. Then, my heart racing with excitement, I took out three tiny black velvet boxes and gave one apiece to Tammy and Mist.

I watched as mother and daughter opened the boxes, then flipped the top of my own. Their eyes widened in unison at the sight of the trio of matching rings I had purchased.

And I simply said, “I love you both, and I want to be a part of your lives. Tammy, Mist… will you marry me?”

The next thing I knew, we three were hugging tightly, all of us sobbing as we tearfully exchanged vows of devotion. I was deliriously happy and, truth be told, a little wistful that I’d spent so many years running away from this kind of love.

Before long our hugs and kisses began to grow increasingly heated, so we tiptoed up the stairs to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went. By the time we reached my bed – our bed — we were all naked and ready to play. And play we did, losing ourselves in an evening of wild sex that I still remember vividly. All the heat and passion we had already explored together was there, now flavored with the spice of romance.

A few weeks later, we had a small ceremony in which Tammy and I were joined together, as lovers and life partners. Mist slipped the rings on our fingers, which all our friends thought was adorable — but nobody noticed that she wore a ring of her own, one exactly like ours.

So Tammy and I were united as a couple. Everyone cheered, we had a great party afterward, toasts were made, confetti was thrown. Then my lovers and I waved goodbye to the guests, jumped in the car and squealed away in a crunch of gravel for our honeymoon. I’d borrowed a vacation house in Costa Rica from a friend of mine, and we spent two weeks there, celebrating our new life together.

*****

That was five years ago. The three of us are still together, still blissfully content.

Mist attends a local college, and occasionally enjoys herself with other girls, some of whom she brings home to romp with in her room. But she always returns to the big bed that her mother and I share, where we three renew our secret bond, this wondrous triangle of love and lust that unites us.

Oh, and then there’s the fourth member of our happy household — the one who brought us together in the first place, when you think about it.

Pony Myrtle Parker was born nearly a month after our ceremony. The birth was performed by a midwife I know, so it took place in our home. After the midwife had shared a congratulatory glass of wine with us and departed, Mist and I undressed and climbed into bed with the new mother to make gentle love to her. And yes, we both took turns going down on Tammy, soothing her vagina with our mouths as she nursed our daughter.

That was such an amazing experience that we made it part of our sex lives for awhile — Tammy, Mist and I sharing our bodies as lovers while Pony fed at her mother’s breast, all four of us gloriously nude.

I still carry a picture in my mind — an image viewed while lying between Tammy’s thighs, mouth buried in her red pubes as I drink of her thick, sweet nectar. I’m gazing at Mist’s flawless bottom as she perches upon her mother’s face; then at Tammy, happily licking at the juicy cunt of her daughter. And all the while, little Pony is nestled in Tammy’s arm, taking milk from her mommy’s nipple. I’m not sure I’ll ever have a lovelier erotic memory.

Unless it happens to be the night, two weeks after Pony’s birth, when Tammy kept her promise to Mist and took her daughter’s virginity. I prepared Mist for her mother, licking her slit while she sucked at the seven-inch latex cock that jutted proudly from her mother’s waist.

It was a breathtaking sight, watching Tammy lower her naked body onto that of her daughter, slowly entering Mist until the tip of her cock rested against the girl’s hymen. Tammy and I each took one of Mist’s hands… fingers entwining as our virgin lover inhaled deeply, bracing herself for her mom’s penetration.

Mist cried out loud when Tammy’s cock broke through the thin membrane, her face contorting with pain. She wouldn’t allow her mother to pull out, though, wrapping her legs around Tammy’s ass to hold her in place while she waited for the hurt to lessen… trying her best to accommodate the seven inches of latex that filled her. Finally she whispered, “Okay, Mom, I’m ready… just go slow.”

God, it was beautiful. The tears were still drying on her cheeks, but Mist’s face gradually grew radiant with joy as Tammy began to move her hips — only an inch or two at a time, at first.

And soon mother and daughter were really fucking, their bodies grinding lewdly, mouths pressed together in the most torrid of French kisses. I frantically masturbated while I watched my lovers from a ringside seat, right next to them on our bed.

It was a hell of a night, one that left Mist with an abiding passion for strap-on sex. And the little minx loved to fuck — every bit as much as she loved to be fucked. Tammy’s cock, along with a few other bad-girl toys that we owned, became a crucial part of our collective sex life after that night.

Pony is four now and about to begin nursery school, the most charming, delightful child imaginable. I certainly never saw myself as the maternal type, back in those younger, wilder days, but raising Pony together with my lovers has brought me a profound sense of fulfillment. Corny as it sounds, I consider myself blessed.

Our little girl understands that Tammy and I are a couple, and has even seen us make love a few times… but we are keeping big sister Mist’s role in our sex lives a secret from Pony until she is old enough to understand.

It was Mist who was the first to bring up the subject of bringing Pony into our incestuous relationship, broaching the idea soon after the child had turned three. Mist adores her baby sister, and wants her to be a part of the passion and pleasure that she, her mother and I have shared for five years.

We spent hours discussing the pros and cons of making love to our little girl. In the end, Mist’s heartfelt arguments won the day.

Here’s what we finally decided. Pony is already comfortable in a lesbian household where open nudity and sex are part of our everyday life, and we have always been very physically affectionate with her. When she turns seven, Tammy, Mist and I will sit our child down and tell her about our secret love life, then offer Pony the chance to join the three of us in bed. Mist has already staked her claim on making love to her little sister first, but Tammy and I are also ready and willing to teach our daughter all about the joys of the lesbian life. And knowing Pony as we do, we are all confident that she will say yes.

It’s a wonderful feeling, imagining that day, less than three years from now, when we hope to make Pony our new lover. And this anticipation we feel only seems to grow in intensity with the passage of time. Our little girl might make some adorable remark, or skip happily through the living room, or sprawl naked before the television, giggling at a Bugs Bunny cartoon — and Tammy and I will share a secret smile, or Mist will give us both a saucy wink as we dream of the magical night when our sweet trio will become a quartet.

The End

 

Expecting, Part One

  • Posted on April 13, 2019 at 1:58 pm

By JetBoy


 

My name is Carly Benetton. I am a woman’s therapist employed by the Pembroke Center, which functions both as a gynecology clinic and a health center for expectant mothers. It’s a job I love, especially since I get to meet some incredibly sexy girls and women in the course of my working day.

Yes, I am a lesbian, and I’ve made some very hot sexual connections with females that I met through my job. This story is about how one of those special encounters, and how it changed my life.

Tammy Parker was a single mother of thirty-five with a fourteen-year-old daughter named Mist. She’d been trying for the last few years to conceive again, which is why she became one of my patients — first, to get herself artificially inseminated; then, to receive therapy that would help prepare her to deliver the baby girl she was now happily expecting.

At that time, I’d known Tammy for about five years. She was a free spirit, a wild and warm woman with bright red hair and a zest for life that was utterly contagious.

Mist had been a rough delivery for Tammy. She’d insisted on a vaginal birth, even after a long, painful labor, with her doctor all but insisting that she opt for a C-section. She held firm, though, and later told me that, painful as it had been, Mist’s birth had been the most joyous experience of her life.

She was determined to give birth to her new baby vaginally as well, only this time she came to our clinic to help her prepare for the delivery. And her daughter Mist would be an enthusiastic participant in the process.

Tammy was overjoyed and very proud to have Mist helping her through the pregnancy, especially since she was unattached at the time, with no lover to be there when she gave birth.

I’d had both of them in for sessions before, mostly limited to discussion. On this day, though, I would be teaching Mist how to give her mom vaginal massages, which would ultimately make Tammy’s delivery a much more comfortable one.

Most women would have felt a little strange about allowing their own daughters to touch them in such an intimate way, but Tammy was an ardent feminist who thought it would be a positive bonding experience for them both — not to mention a useful lesson for when Mist had children, if she chose to.

Tammy knew about my own preference for women, being a lesbian herself — though she and I had never been lovers. What she didn’t know was that I’d enjoyed sexual relations several times before with girls who were about the same age as her daughter.

I had a real knack for putting teenage girls at ease during their first gynecology exam, so most of that work at the Pembroke Center fell to me. I’d ended up teaching some of them much more about their bodies than they had expected, bringing them to orgasm during my examination. I’d even had brief sexual relationships with a few of these sweet nymphs, taking them into my bed for some very loving fun and games.

Anyhow, the thought of teaching the utterly adorable Mist how to massage her mother’s vagina had me tingling with anticipation — and I had a feeling that Tammy would enjoy it more than she expected. In fact, I was hoping for that.

Taking a moment to center my energy, I paged the reception desk and asked that my next patients be sent in.

Tammy, full-bellied and absolutely glowing, entered the room and hugged me affectionately as I rose to meet her. Mist followed close behind — a freckled redhead like her mother, all bare-legged and coltish in her cut-off denim shorts. God, they were beautiful together, radiating a warmth that left me lightheaded.

Mist hugged me too, smelling of jasmine. “Mom says you’re gonna teach me how to help her with the actual birth part today, Carly!” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“That’s right, Mist. I’m going to teach you how to help your mother work the muscles of her birth canal, so the baby can come out easier when she delivers.”

“Cool!” she squealed. “I’m so thrilled about having a new sister!” She tilted her head in Tammy’s direction. “I’ve been buggin’ Mom about it for years.”

“She did, too,” Tammy replied with a smile, “I used to find little notes hidden around the house. ‘WHERE’S MY BABY SISTER?’ they’d read.” She laughed joyfully. “I saved every one, too.”

Mist grinned. “And one day, when she’s old enough, I’ll take out the scrapbook and let her see ’em, so she’ll know just how much I wanted her.”

“She’ll be one lucky girl, to have a big sister like you,” I said. “So… are you both ready to start?” They nodded.

I’m a New Age oriented therapist, so my next instruction wasn’t as odd as it might seem to most. “Okay then, let’s get undressed,” I murmured as I dimmed the lights, then pushed the button on my CD player. The soft, contemplative sound of meditational Sufi music could be heard.

We helped each other out of our clothes. I’d seen Tammy naked in the course of our previous sessions, and she was utterly beautiful in her sixth month of pregnancy. As for Mist, she looked so bewitching in the nude that I just wanted to gobble her up.

Tammy lay down on her side atop the padded surface of the massage table as I eased a pillow beneath her tummy, then I turned to Mist. “I’m going to give your mom a body rub, before we start the birth canal massage.”

“Can I maybe help with that, Carly?” Mist asked shyly.

“Sure, if your mom doesn’t mind.”

“Oh, Mom doesn’t mind…” Tammy said, already relaxing on the table.

Standing beside me, a naked fourteen-year-old Mist eagerly watched as I poured scented oil into my hands, then began to rub it into her mother’s back. As I worked my way down the curve of Tammy’s spine, Mist moved up to knead her mom’s shoulders.

I rubbed Tammy’s shapely ass for a while, then began to massage her anus — pressing a finger between her cheeks, then slipping it deep into her rectum. Mist was fascinated by what I was doing, staring wide-eyed as I probed her mother’s bottom. Needless to say, Tammy was purring with pleasure all the while.

Feeling a bit daring, I turned to Mist. “Would you like to do this, honey?”

Her face lit up. “Sure… can I, Mom?”

Tammy paused, pondered, then said, “Okay, baby.”

I stepped back, and Mist placed the tip of her finger against the whorl of Tammy’s anus. Her eyes widened in wonder as she pushed it deep into her mother’s bottom. “Wow,” she whispered, “it’s so warm inside!”

“Oooohhhhhh, that’s nice…” Tammy moaned contentedly, responding to the combined touches of her daughter and me.

As Mist probed her mother’s rectum, I began a preliminary pudendal massage on Tammy — opening her cunt up to my touch, then gently working two fingers inside. Mist gasped in surprise, then giggled when she felt my fingers through her mother’s vaginal wall.

Tammy was really getting into our mutual exploration of her body — and before too long she was panting furiously in orgasm. I’d warned her that she would probably become sexually stimulated when I massaged her vagina, but the intensity of her climax both surprised and thrilled me. Mist was delighted, having helped to make her mother feel good. This was perfect — the mood in the room was exactly as I wanted it.

Once Tammy had recovered, I helped her to sit up on the table for the next stage of her therapy. With Mist to my left, I showed her how to rub and massage her mother’s nipples.

As Mist fondled her mother’s breasts, her eyes dancing excitedly, I leaned into Tammy and kissed her, sliding a hand between her thighs. As my fingers brushed her vulva, I slipped my tongue between Tammy’s parted lips. I figured that she was so turned on at that point that she would let me kiss her like a lover in front of her daughter — and when she began kissing me back after only a moment’s hesitation, I knew I was right. Soon she was cupping my breasts as our mouths played sweet games together.

I was ecstatic. Now it was time to get Mist more intimately involved.

Breaking our kiss, I turned to Mist and asked, as innocently as I was able, “Would you like to suck on your mother’s nipples now?”

Her mouth fell open, and Tammy shot me a puzzled glance, but as I explained to them both, “The baby’s going to be constantly nursing, and she won’t necessarily be gentle. Your nipples need to be toughened up before she arrives, Tammy.” I turned to Mist. “So… if your mom doesn’t mind, you can take turns sucking and lightly, lightly biting on each nipple to make them less sensitive. Is that okay?” I finished, gazing inquisitively at Tammy.

“Well… okay. I guess so,” Tammy said quietly. Mist slowly nodded.

Spreading a sheet over the couch to keep the massage oil from staining it, we three sat down together — Mist on one side of her mom, me on the other.

I smiled reassuringly at the slightly nervous girl. “Okay, Mist… watch me, and do what I do.”

I cupped Tammy’s left breast in hand and indicated to Mist that she follow my lead. I parted my lips, took Tammy’s nipple into my mouth and lightly suckled it. Mist mimicked me. Pulling back slightly and turning so Mist could see, I took the pink tip of Tammy’s breast between my teeth and lightly nibbled it. Mist did the same.

“Oh… ohhhhhh! Oh, Carly, oh my darling Mist. That feels so… so heavenly!” Tammy gasped.

Mist and I continued to suckle Tammy as my hand slid down to her pussy which, by this time, was incredibly hot and juicy. If you haven’t guessed it by now, sexual therapy is part and parcel of what we do at the Pembroke clinic, and right then, this lovely mother-to-be was very much in need of release, even after the orgasm she’d already had.

I lifted my face from Tammy’s chest. “Time to learn how to do the vaginal massage for your mom, Mist.” I whispered to the fourteen-year-old, who seemed utterly intoxicated by the pleasure of sucking and fondling her mother’s breast.

Then she raised her head to grin at me. “Don’t you mean ‘pussy massage,’ Carly?” Mist asked with a giggle. “That’s what I heard Mom call it yesterday.”

“We can call it that if you like, honey,” I laughed.

Tammy scooted to the edge of the couch, perching on the edge as Mist and I met between her legs. Mist smiled at me. God, she was the loveliest girl…

I couldn’t help what I did next — kissed her full on the lips. I had no idea how she would respond, much less her mother… but then she kissed me back. Tammy watched what we were doing, her eyes widened in surprise. For a brief moment, I thought she might stop us, but then she simply smiled and relaxed, watching us with interest.

Mist and I continued to kiss, our tongues gradually coming into play as things grew increasingly passionate between us. She began to fondle my breasts and nipples as we kissed. Needless to say, I didn’t mind that at all.

My hand slowly rose to touch her own slight breasts, marveling at their softness. We broke our kiss, and Mist reached down to gently graze my pussy with her fingertips. I touched hers in happy reply, finding her moist.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly, “Oh.” Then she smiled bashfully at me. “After you show me how to massage Mom, will you–” She bit her lip, suddenly blushing, but soldiered on. “Would you touch me d-down there, Carly?”

My heart throbbed with excitement, but I tried to maintain a calm exterior. “That’s up to your mother, honey,” I said gently.

Mist turned to Tammy. “Mom? Mom, please, can she?”

There was a thoughtful silence for a moment, then Tammy said, “We’ll see, baby.”

Mist and I knelt before her mother. Tammy’s cunt smelled incredible, her own musky aroma combined with the strawberry-scented massage oil I’d anointed her with earlier. I placed my hand at the fleshy juncture between her thighs and went to work.

One, two, four fingers, then my entire hand easily slipped inside her body. Mist just stared, enthralled by the sight of her mother’s pussy accepting my hand, Tammy mewling with pleasure as I fucked her.

Finally I turned to Mist and murmured, “Now you try it.”

The girl quickly positioned herself between her mother’s legs, and my heart raced as I watched Mist ease her fingers into Tammy’s warm, wet vagina. It wasn’t sixty seconds later that her hand was buried to the wrist inside her mom, the girl’s face alight with joy as she worked it in and out, in and out.

I watched Mist, offering a few tips as I sucked Tammy’s juices from my sticky fingers, loving the thick, earthy taste of her. “Twist it a little, move it around… that’s it. This helps to open her up for the baby.” Then I smiled meaningfully at Mist. “And it feels good for your mom, too, especially when you do this…” and I showed Mist how to touch her mother’s clitoris while giving her the vaginal massage.

By this time, Tammy had closed her eyes and was miles away, drifting on a sea of sexual ecstasy. I began to fondle her breasts, while Mist worked on her pussy and clit — and within the next couple of minutes, she was once again writhing in orgasm, panting furiously.

As Tammy, now slumping against the back of the couch, recovered from her climax, I leaned over to kiss Mist again. She responded quickly, her tongue darting into my mouth. We kissed like lovers for a long, delightful moment… then she drew back, her face flushed with excitement.

“So, Carly… you said th-that you’d touch my pussy too, right?”

“Only if your mother says ‘yes’, that’s what I said.” I replied with a loving smile, stroking her face, glancing over to Tammy for approval.

“Yes,” Tammy sighed happily, giddy in the aftermath of her pleasure. “Touch my baby girl, Carly. Make her feel good.”

Mist sat next to her mother on the couch, spreading both legs wide for me. Pretty much all pretense of therapy was gone at that point. I knelt before the girl, admiring her beautiful, lightly-downed vulva, savoring the tantalizing scent of female arousal.

I glanced up into Mist’s face. Her lips were parted, and she was palming her budding breasts as she stared at me, awaiting my touch. I allowed the tip of a finger to tease the girl’s rosy slit, and Mist whimpered softly.

“Do you like how that feels, honey?” I whispered. She nodded, too thrilled to speak. “Well,” I continued, “I want to do something even nicer to you.” And I slowly licked my lips, my eyes burning into hers.

Lowering my face between her thighs, my mouth went right to Mist’s vagina, placing a soft kiss upon the sweet pink flesh.

“Ooooohhhh, Carly,” she moaned, a ripple of pleasure coursing through her slender frame.

Extending my tongue, I took a long slow lick that trailed upward from her vaginal opening through the labia, ending with a flick to her tiny clitoris.

A cry burst from Mist’s throat. Seizing my head, she drew my face even deeper between her thighs with shaking hands. I pressed my mouth into her sex and licked again, hungering for more — more! — of this exquisite young girl. Her cunt was delicious — ambrosial, even.

“Mmmm, Carly,” Mist moaned, “lick my pussy, oh yeah, you do it so good…!”

I went down on her eagerly; then, as Tammy knelt on the carpet beside me, drew back to give my friend a good view of her daughter’s glistening slit, now inches away from her wide-eyed face. I began to gently finger Mist as I leaned closer to her mother.

“Want to taste her…?” I whispered, then lightly bit Tammy’s earlobe.

She trembled, but didn’t move; just sat there in a daze, clearly torn between her fear of breaking the taboo of incest and a newfound, unexpected desire that shone in her eyes as she stared at Mist’s vulva.

Wanting to nudge Tammy into letting go of her inhibitions, I grasped her chin, turned her face to mine and kissed her, lips sticky with Mist’s essence. She gasped as, a split-second later, she realized what I was doing… and I let my tongue slip into her mouth, giving Tammy a real taste of her daughter.

She froze for a second or two… then with a little sigh, her own tongue came to life. She licked her way around my mouth, moaning with delight as she sampled the tart flavor of her child’s sex.

Finally I pulled away and gestured toward Mist, who was breathing heavily as I continued to lightly stroke her wet pussy. “Go on,” I whispered to Tammy, “lick her. She wants you to…”

Lips parted, Mist stared hopefully at her mother. “Please, Mom,” she breathed. “Please.”

Moving as if in a dream, Tammy placed both hands on her daughter’s thighs, shivering with excitement as she slowly lowered her face to Mist’s cunt and began to lick.

Mist’s response was instantaneous. “Oh, MOM!” she cried. “Ohhhhh… yeah, that feels — f-fantastic!”

Tammy murmured ecstatically into Mist’s pussy in response, the liquid sounds of mouth, tongue and cunt making sweet music. The rich scent of womanhood was sharp in the air as mother pleasured daughter.

“Oh,” Mist moaned. “Mmmm, oh yeah — love me, Mom.”

Wanting to join in the fun, I positioned myself behind Tammy’s upraised ass — dipping my head to press a kiss into her slit, then licking the length of her cunt with the flat of my tongue. She gasped, but kept her own mouth fastened to Mist’s pussy. The girl was quivering like a plucked bass string, hands clutching at her mother’s head. “Oh, yeah,” she raved, “oooooohhh, so nice…”

Feeling deliciously lewd, I parted Tammy’s buttocks with my hands and began to lick at her asshole. I circled the rim of her anus with my tongue while slipping a hand between my friend’s legs to explore her sex. The ass is, I think, my favorite part of a woman’s body — and the apple-round shapeliness of Tammy’s bottom had my lust soaring. I pressed further between her cheeks, kissing her anus as if it were a lover’s mouth.

My eyes shifted to glance at Mist when a loud cry exploded from her, the girl’s body seizing up in climax. “Ohhhh… oh GOD!” she cried, shaking violently from head to toe as she came.

Her mother kept right on pleasuring her daughter, though. And while I continued to lick Tammy’s ass, I watched the teen’s body buck and rock on the couch as waves of pleasure surged through her slender form. Finally she panted, “N-no more, Mom…”

Tammy raised herself to draw her dazed daughter into her arms. I shivered with delight as their mouths met in a hungry kiss, Mist’s tongue emerging to sample her essence from her mom’s lips. Tammy was palming her daughter’s breasts, hands moving in circles to tease the young girl’s nipples erect.

Finally, they gently parted, mother and daughter gazing at one another in perfect adoration. “I love you, Mom,” Mist whispered, “that was… oh, gosh, it was perfect.”

Tammy brushed her girl’s lips with trembling fingers. “Oh, baby, I can’t believe we’re doing this… but I’m so glad it happened.”

Then she raised her head to look at me — and smiled.

“Honey,” she said, turning back to Mist, “I’m afraid that we’ve been very neglectful. We need to make Carly feel good now.” She patted the space on the couch next to Mist, her blue eyes burning into mine. “C’mere, beautiful…” she said, beckoning me to her with a curled finger.

I slowly rose onto shaking legs. Joining Mist and her mother on the couch, I parted my thighs, offering myself to these two beautiful women. Tammy knelt before me, then I felt her hands slide up my legs as she leaned closer, her nostrils flaring as she savored the scent of me. “Smells heavenly,” she happily sighed. And with that, she lowered her face to my cunt and began kissing me there.

At first her oral attentions were gentle, almost soothing — then she grew aggressive, plunging her face between my thighs to lick me with a probing tongue, then taking my flower into her mouth, her lips adorning my cunt with the sexiest of French kisses.

As she ate me, pausing now and then to tease my clitoris with tiny flicks of her tongue, Mist and I kissed hungrily, my hands stroking as much of her slender body as I could reach, brushing her soft, pert breasts as she cupped mine. I cried out as she bent down to take my nipple into her warm mouth.

Then, as if responding to some silent cue, Tammy and Mist switched places, the adorable teen now on her knees before me. Tammy whispered, “Thank you, Carly… thank you,” as her lips sought mine.

I closed my eyes and savored her hot, luscious mouth, now tantalizingly flavored with the tartness of my sex. Why had we never made love before?

Tammy’s tongue wrestled with mine as Mist burrowed her face between my legs, opening me with her fingers to kiss the wet flesh inside. Then I inhaled sharply as she slid two fingers inside me… then a third… then a fourth. Oh, my — was she going to…

She was. I cried out as Mist’s hand slipped inside me completely, right up to her wrist. I felt my vagina open to accept her. Tammy was licking and biting my nipples.

“Oh, that feels SO good,” I whispered. “Fuck me. God, fuck me.”

Tammy raised her face to mine to thrust her tongue into my mouth for a luscious instant, then slid down to join her daughter between my legs. Her fist soon took the place of Mist’s smaller hand inside my body.

God. Pure heaven. Mist hovered above my lap, suckling my clit as Tammy began to give me a full-bore fistfuck, her hand churning almost violently in me. Legs shaking like I’d been hit by a 7.9 earthquake, I came so hard I screamed. I’d never climaxed like that. Never, never.

Mother and daughter smiled at me from their kneeling positions between my legs. I grinned back like an fool, then slid down to the floor to wrap my arms around them both. Tammy placed a hand at the back of my head and drew my face to hers, claiming my lips in a luscious kiss that had my head spinning.

I turned to Mist, seeking out her sweet, girlish mouth. She purred with delight as our lips slid together, tongues engaging playfully.

Then Mist broke away from me, turning to her smiling mother. Tammy closed her eyes, and I gazed in awe while she and her child shared a lover’s kiss, the two of them clearly thrilled by this new incestuous bond they had discovered.

Truth be told, I was thrilled too. As they slowly parted, I told Tammy and Mist, “I want to watch you two make love.”

Mist rose to her knees, gazing lustfully at her mother. “It’s your turn, Mom,” she said. “I get to taste you now.”

Tammy reached out for her daughter’s hand, then pressed the girl’s palm to her mouth. “My angel… I love you so much!”

With that, they leaned into each other, their mouths coming together once again. My body throbbed with excitement as I watched Mist and Tammy swap tongues. Such a beautiful sight.

Then the fourteen-year-old nymph gently guided her mother onto her back. “Oh, Mom,” Mist breathed, “I’ve thought about this so many times… I can’t believe I’m finally getting to love you like this.”

“Y-you’ve wanted this to — to happen?” Tammy gasped. “For how long?”

Mist smiled. “Nearly a year, Mom — ever since I knew I was gay, like you.” She bent to kiss her mother’s nipple, pausing to flick it with her tongue… and Tammy arched her back, a whimper escaping her lips. “That’s when Paula Thornbeck and I first went to bed together.” She glanced over at me, flashing a grin as she saw me fingering myself.

Tammy moaned. “You and Paula… oh, my.”

“I love her lots, Mom,” she cooed, cupping her mother’s full breasts, “but then I saw you in the bathroom a couple of days after me and Paula did it that first time. You were getting out of the shower, naked and wet all over.” Mist paused to lick Tammy’s left nipple, circling the tip of her mother’s breast with a playful tongue. “You were so beautiful, Mom, so sexy.” She sighed dreamily. “I think, maybe… that I fell in love with you right then.” She nuzzled the tuft of soft red hair that nestled in her mother’s unshaven armpit, then kissed her there. “Mmmm, Mommy,” she murmured, “just the… smell of you gets me hot.”

“Baby,” Tammy whispered, “I… I never knew. How could I not have known?” She lifted a hand to touch her daughter’s cheek.

I moaned, now curling two fingers inside my vagina to massage the G-spot. My body was on fire, set ablaze by the sight of mother and child exploring love in a whole new way.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that, Mom,” Mist spoke, her hand slipping between Tammy’s thighs to fondle her vulva. “I needed to love you so bad. So many nights I made myself come, just… dreaming of you in bed with me.”

A sob issued from Tammy’s throat. “Oh, angel,” she moaned, “my sweet, sweet little girl…”

“But this… this is even better, Mommy,” said Mist, rubbing her face against her mother’s swollen belly. “Now I get to make love to you while you’re carrying my baby sister.” The teen was shivering with excitement as she placed hot, open-mouthed kisses all over Tammy’s stomach, slowly moving down between the pregnant woman’s thighs. “I hope she can feel it inside… how I feel about you.”

“Mist,” gasped Tammy, her face radiant. “Oh, my precious…!”

Mist’s kissing mouth traveled down below her mother’s navel and into the lush thatch of fiery red hair that adorned Tammy’s cunt. Pulling back slightly, the fourteen-year-old licked her lips as she studied her mother’s sex up close. “I love you, Mom,” she whispered, “and I love your baby.” She smiled. “Our baby.”

And with that, Mist burrowed her face into Tammy’s thick pubes, lips parting to claim her mother’s sex. Tammy gave a hoarse cry as her daughter began to feast upon her pussy.

That was it for me — I came, seizing up as a second climax smashed through my body. I was whimpering through clenched teeth, fingers twisting in my vagina. The pleasure swiftly rose to a screaming peak, then slowly, slowly faded to a toast-warm glow.

Panting for breath, I shakily raised myself onto an elbow, not wanting to miss any more of the mother/daughter lovemaking than I already had.

Mist was still going down on Tammy, her mouth making wet slurping noises as she eagerly ate pussy. Tammy was caressing her pregnant belly, eyes closed, whispering, “My sweet child… I love you. Oh, I love you.” I wondered which of her children she was speaking to. Both, probably.

I moved in closer to take in the awe-inspiring sight — a daughter loving her mother as a woman for the first time. I remembered how desperately I had wanted it to be like that between me and my own mom, who I’d desired in a sexual way ever since discovering my love for other girls as a teen. I’d never had the opportunity or courage to tell her how I felt before she died in a car crash at 42, and the sight of Mist and Tammy sharing their bodies in this loving way made my unfulfilled fantasy all the more poignant.

Mist’s mouth was glued to Tammy’s cunt, sucking her, drinking down the thick sweetness of her mother’s nectar. I licked my lips in anticipation of when I, too, would get to taste my friend’s juices right from the source.

Then Mist was licking her, and I watched in awe as this fourteen-year-old girl lovingly circled the opening of her mother’s pussy with her tongue, the whole lower half of her face shiny with Tammy’s essence.

I was hesitant to involve myself in this intimate moment between mother and daughter, but it was impossible to simply sit back and watch. I’d only gotten to lick Mist’s pussy for a moment before letting Tammy take over, and my mouth was watering for more of her. Also, the sight of her upraised bottom reminded me that I hadn’t sampled the delights of that cute little ass yet.

I crawled over to kneel behind the slim teenage girl, then began lavishing her cheeks with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Mist twisted her head to stare at me. “Oh, yeah, Carly,” she panted, licking her pussy-wet lips. “Kiss my butt. Mmm, yeah, I love that.” Then she spun around to plunge her face back between Tammy’s thighs.

With trembling hands, I gently parted Mist’s cheeks to reveal the dark pink rosebud. The sight was breathtaking. I lowered my face to the girl’s bottom, then trailed my tongue up through the crack of her ass. The sound of the fourteen-year-old’s moan, muffled by her own mother’s cunt, only spurred me on — and with that, I pressed my tongue even deeper into Mist’s anal cleft.

Tammy’s cries were growing louder, her body quaking helplessly as Mist brought her ever nearer to climax, keeping the pleasure simmering without letting her boil over. In the meantime, I licked at Mist’s pink star, then burrowed between the girl’s buttocks to kiss her there.

Just then a strangled cry broke from Tammy, her body bucking upon the padded floor as she approached orgasm. Her breasts were bouncing wildly, her big belly quivering. Mist was hanging on, gripping her mother’s thighs, her mouth still covering Tammy’s cunt — at least, that’s how it looked from over the gentle slope of the teen girl’s back as I continued to rim her asshole as best I could.

Tammy’s clutched frantically at Mist’s shoulder, her eyes huge, hands shaking. “Oh, b-baby… Oh my GOD…” And she began to scream as her ecstasy redoubled, driven to a frenzied orgasm by her daughter’s hot, sucking mouth.

Her cry grew louder, wilder, finally reaching a passionate crescendo as Mist took her even higher… then Tammy froze, her body rigid for a long, silent moment before the breath seemed to rush from her lungs, and she went limp.

Mist lifted her face from her mother’s vulva, licking her lips, then rested her head upon Tammy’s thigh. Reaching up to touch the bulging belly of her panting mother, the teen girl smiled blissfully. “Love you, Mom,” she sighed.

“Love you, baby…” Tammy managed, still breathing heavily.

I’d stopped tonguing Mist’s anus while she was taking Tammy through her orgasm, but now that Mom had been sated, I began to rim Mist again, pleasuring this luscious young girl with everything I had. My hand slipped between her thighs to toy with her downy slit while my tongue probed wetly between her buttocks. She whimpered, squirming her ass back against me when I allowed my thumb to enter her — just the tip at first, then I pressed deeper, penetrating the girl far enough to touch her hymen. Hmmm, interesting… she was still a virgin.

I could hear the sounds of kissing, and raised my eyes to see Tammy, kneeling before her daughter, their mouths playing a sweet duet of love. My friend’s tongue fluttered like a ribbon between Mist’s parted lips.

Then Tammy lay down on her back and slid underneath her lovely teenager, who was still on all fours. I couldn’t exactly see what she was doing to Mist while my lips were fastened to the girl’s butt crack, but from the position of Tammy’s body, it looked as if she was sucking her daughter’s breasts.

Sure enough, I soon heard Mist coo, “Ooooh, yeah, Mommy — bite my nipples.” Then she squealed with delight. “Oh! Uh-huh, just like that…”

I began to roll my thumb around inside Mist’s vagina, pressing against the wall of her tight pussy to pleasure my young lover without breaking her hymen… then allowing my index finger to brush the nub of her clitoris.

“Oh!” she cried out, throwing her head back. “C-Carly, oh God that feels so, s-so good! Oh, yeah, do m-my pussy… mmmm, yes! YES!” Mist’s body jolted helplessly, a hoarse scream tearing loose from her throat as she suddenly came.

Her mother and I kept pleasuring her, taking her through the wild, wonderful ride of her climax. I used my fingers and mouth to keep Mist’s orgasm going, pushing the girl to the absolute limit of ecstasy. Finally, it was clear that she could take no more, so I stopped stroking her clit… and Mist slowly slumped onto her side, gasping for breath.

My heart swelled as I took in the lovely sight of Mist, her hair tousled, body glistening and flushed from head to toe, cradling her mother’s face to her breasts. Tammy was licking languidly at her daughter’s nipples. I joined them on the floor, and they welcomed me into their arms.

Then we three climbed onto the couch to cuddle, sharing kisses back and forth, caressing each other’s naked bodies in a deliciously sensual way.

I’d purposely made Tammy and Mist my last appointment of the day. There was nowhere else I had to be, and the entire evening was free to spend with my new lovers. And that, I realized, was exactly what I wanted. Tammy and her daughter seemed to feel the same way — they made no move to depart, or even get dressed. It was as if the three of us were under a magic spell that no one wanted to break.

Finally, I made a suggestion, suddenly feeling shy as a schoolgirl. “Would you both like to stay at my place tonight? I have plenty of food — and I’ve got a bed that’s big enough for all of us…”

Mother and daughter exchanged a look, then they both smiled. “Sure,” Tammy murmured, her fingers lightly teasing my cunt. “That sounds lovely.”

I have a shower in the private bathroom adjoining my office, so I suggested that we wash up before leaving. Tammy and Mist happily agreed, so after rising from the couch to stretch our limbs, we were soon washing one another’s sticky, sweaty bodies beneath a torrent of hot water. The stall is only big enough for two, so we simply left the shower door open and took turns getting clean, kissing and making out like kids on a first date. We got water all over the bathroom floor, but had a marvelous time.

Once we had emerged from the steamy cubicle, our bodies now a lovely shade of pink, I laid all the extra towels out on the bathroom floor to soak up the puddles we were leaving behind. Then we all helped to dry one another which, as you can imagine, was oodles of fun… but took much longer than it had to. We were like children with wondrous new toys, reluctant to stop playing. As we toweled each other, pausing often for luscious kisses and fondlings, there was a very real temptation for us to make love again, right then and there. Somehow, though, we managed to resist. Instead, we gathered up our scattered clothes and quickly dressed, filled with anticipation of what the night would bring us.

On to Part Two!

 

Ripples, Chapter 12

  • Posted on April 5, 2019 at 2:59 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

*****

This is one of the happiest, most perfect moments of my life, Rachel decided. She had her twelve-year-old daughter Bella in her arms, both of them naked, the girl ready and waiting to be taught the ways of lesbian love.

Does she still think that I’m only practising with her? Or has Bella sussed out the truth, that I really want us to be lovers? If she doesn’t yet know my intentions, she’ll figure them out soon enough.

Oh, my precious child… maybe I’m doing this for selfish reasons, but that’s not all there is to it. I want your first sexual experience to be with a woman, for you to know how beautiful it can be. Before the boys get their grubby paws on that sweet body of yours, you need to be shown that there’s a different, better way. It’s a precious gift I’m giving you, from Mummy to her little girl.

“I’m going to kiss you again, love,” Rachel said. “Now, this time, I want you to kiss me back. Okay?”

“Okay, Mum,” Bella replied in a small voice. She was nervous, but it was clear that she wanted to keep going.

Rachel leaned in, lightly brushing the girl’s mouth with her parted lips, then bringing her tongue into play. Bella hesitated for a moment, then began to timidly return her mother’s kiss. Rachel encouraged her, coaxing the preteen’s tongue to join in the fun and games — and Bella responded, gaining courage as the kiss deepened. Soon she was passionately Frenching her mother, prompting Rachel to suspect that her daughter might have gotten more practice with Alice than she’d let on.

Wanting to take things up a notch, Rachel placed a hand on Bella’s shoulder, then allowed it to glide down until it was cupping the globe of the girl’s breast. She moved her hand around in a circle, feeling the nipple stiffen against her palm. Bella’s breasts were coming along nicely. As Rachel stroked them, each in turn, she felt her daughter tremble, whimpering into their lover’s kiss.

Carefully breaking away, Rachel sat back a little. “How do you like that, darling?”

Bella struggled to get the words out, but eventually said, “It’s… really nice, Mum. I’m all tingly!”

“That’s good. Now, it’s important to remember that making love is about sharing those good feelings… which means learning how to give pleasure to your partner. Would you like to touch my breasts, like I did yours?”

“Um, sure!” said Bella, nodding eagerly. Slowly extending a hand, she placed it on her mother’s body, touching the breast of an adult woman for the first time. “Oooohhh, it’s so soft.” She let it bounce in her hand once or twice, testing its heft.

“You can use both hands,” said Rachel. Bella reached out to cup the other breast. “Mmmm, that feels lovely. Now keep in mind that there are a lot of ways to touch a woman. Just about anything you do will feel good — though it’s always a good idea to be gentle at first, unless you know that your lover likes it rough.” She paused, allowing her daughter to experiment with different ways of feeling her up. What a bloody amazing sight, watching my own child play with my tits.

“How’s this, Mum?” Bella asked. She was focused on the task, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“It’s exquisite, darling. Make sure you give the nipples some attention, too. Try rolling them between your finger and thumb, or brushing them with your fingertips. You can even pinch them — not too hard at first, mind you. Good, that’s… very good, Bella.”

She kissed her daughter again — and this time the girl responded immediately, thrusting her tongue into her mum’s mouth.

This kiss lingered for a long while, then Bella pulled away, her eyes flashing excitedly. “This is — it’s really nice, Mum! Um, c-can we maybe do more…?”

“Yes we can, my love,” cooed Rachel, thrilled to bits by how perfectly her seduction was going. She leaned forward again but, instead of kissing her daughter, she bent down to take the girl’s left nipple between her lips.

“Oh,” gasped Bella. “Oh!” With shaking hands, she clutched Mum’s face to her chest.

Rachel sucked gently at the swelling bud, then circled it a few times with her tongue before switching to the other breast, her hand moving to caress the free one. She could feel the pounding of the girl’s heart through her fingertips as she stroked her.

After a couple of minutes she sat up straight, gazing lovingly at her pink-cheeked daughter. “How does that feel, darling? Did you like it?”

Bella rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Oh, my God! It was… I don’t know, so nice. Me and Alice, we’ve just touched each other’s titties some, never this far.”

Rachel smiled warmly. “Now it’s your turn.” Cupping one of her generous breasts, she offered it to the twelve-year-old.

This time, Bella responded right away — bending down, she flicked her tongue at the large nipple, then kissed it. Rachel caught her breath at the first touch of the girl’s warm, wet tongue, then placed a gentle hand on the back of Bella’s head, cradling her as though she was nursing an infant.

As her daughter did as she’d been taught — lavishing affection on each nipple in turn, switching her attention from one breast to the other — Rachel absentmindedly let her free hand drop to her lap, pressing her vulva. Catching herself, she withdrew that hand, determined to prolong the pleasure. It’s a special occasion — my first time making love with Bella. I’m going to make this last.

After a few minutes of Bella savouring her breasts, Rachel gently grasped her daughter’s chin, coaxing the girl’s head up to face her. “You’re learning fast, kiddo. That felt amazing.” Bella beamed with pride. “Now, are you ready to take this to the next step?”

The attentive pupil paused for an instant, then nodded.

“Are you sure, dearest? I’d love for us to do more… but this is about what you want. Don’t feel that you have to go along with this to make me happy.” Rachel ached to share her body, her sex, her love with Bella… but she was determined to give her daughter the chance to say no.

Bella was already nodding again. “I am sure. I know I was scared when Alice and me were doing stuff… but I’m not scared anymore, I promise! I want to learn all of it — everything that girls can do with girls. And I love having you be the one to teach me, Mum.”

Rachel stared at her daughter, awed and touched by the trust she saw in Bella’s eyes. “Fair enough,” she said. “So, to start off your next lesson, then… I’d like to see you masturbate.”

The teen hesitated, but only for a second. Propping herself against the headboard, Bella parted her thighs, then began to rub at her already lubricated cunt. She started slowly, but quickly increased her speed until she was rapidly working a finger up and down the slit.

“Whoa,” Rachel protested, “slow down, girl!”

Bella froze in mid-stroke, startled by the tone in her mum’s voice.

Rachel reached out to touch her daughter’s shoulder. “Darling, relax. You’re not sanding a block of wood.”

Bella began to pout, so Rachel hastened to calm the girl. “Now, don’t you fret, love. You’re still learning, remember?” She gave her daughter’s arm a squeeze.

“I know, Mum,” a blushing Bella replied. “It’s just that… I really want to be good at this!”

Rachel laughed. “Don’t you worry about that, my girl. By the time I’m done showing you what’s what, you’ll be going off like a bloody firework display!” Bella had to grin at that. “I think, darling, that what you need is a little hands-on demonstration.” She patted the bed in front of her. “Why don’t you sit here and watch what I do… and when it feels right, you can copy me.”

Her mood of excited anticipation returned, Bella moved to sit before Rachel, who spread her legs to give the girl a full-on view of her naughty bits. “The important thing is to start off gently. You can get really wild and crazy as you go, but it’s best to build up to it… and it’s even better if you warm yourself up some, before you even lay a finger on your pussy. Okay, now watch.”

Leaning back against the headboard, Rachel repeated her earlier acts of self-stimulation. She caressed her nude body all over, then concentrated on her breasts — fondling them, pinching and rolling the nipples. Then she slipped a middle finger into her open mouth, closing her lips around it before slowly drawing the moistened digit out.

Moving slowly and deliberately, giving her daughter the chance to see everything, Rachel lowered her hand to the top of her vulva, slowly tracing the slit with that glistening fingertip, moving it up and down a few times, then gently easing it into her vagina.

She was beginning to breathe deeply, the excitement she felt mounting far more rapidly than at her normal wanking sessions. Then again, why the hell shouldn’t I be excited? I’m giving my twelve-year-old daughter a live sex show, how fucking kinky is that?

As Rachel steadily worked her fingers in and out of her cunt, deliberately avoiding her clitoris, she only had eyes for Bella — carefully watching her daughter’s face, observing how the girl responded to what she saw.

Bella didn’t notice. Her mind was a crazy whirl of impressions, each one more thrilling than the next. Mostly,  she was studying her mum’s fingering technique, determined to make it hers. Then there were thoughts about what a crazy thing Mum was doing — giving her lessons in how to have sex with another girl!

Okay, she’s teaching me stuff… but is she maybe also doing this because she wants to? With me?

It was a big thing for Bella to wrap her head around — too big, actually — the possibility that she might be the object of her own mother’s desire.

And then there was the incredible sight of her mum’s vagina. The girl marvelled at it. So pretty. Like a pink flower covered with dew. Or maybe a juicy piece of fruit.

Bella found herself wondering about Alice, if her pussy was beautiful like Mum’s. Of course, she’d been naked with her best friend before, but had always been too timid to do more than steal the occasional fleeting glance at her secret place. Now she wanted to see what Alice had, get up close and take a good long look.

Right then, though, Mum’s gorgeous pussy was on full display. Bella lost herself once more in the sexy sight, watching the older woman masturbate.

After fucking herself for awhile, Rachel withdrew her fingers and slowly raised them to her face. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the thick, heady scent of pussy before slipping those fingers into her mouth and sucking her juices from them. Bella could only stare, enthralled by the lewd sight.

When Rachel began to jill herself again, she smiled at her daughter and said, “Now, darling, you try it. Just do what I’m doing.”

The young girl watched for a moment as Mum repeated what she’d done before. Then Bella spread her own legs, reached down to cup the rise of her mound and began to copy Rachel’s movements. The first touch was like a static charge and made her jump, but she soldiered on, following her mum’s example.

“That’s it baby, nice and slow. Try to avoid your clitoris for right now — this bit here, see? We don’t want to make you come too soon.”

She watched, continuing to encourage Bella in a low, gentle tone. After a couple of minutes, she brought her hand to her face again, waiting for Bella to do the same. When she did, Rachel repeated what she’d done before — smell her glistening fingers, then take them into her mouth to suck.

Bella raised her hand to her nose and sniffed tentatively, sampling the strong aroma, quickly deciding that she liked it. She was reminded of the scent that Alice gave off when they fooled around. I bet that’s how Mum knew what me and Alice were up to… she must have smelled it in my room!

Glancing at her mother, Bella hesitated, then slowly inserted a wet finger into her mouth, closing her lips around it. She let the sharp, tangy flavour explode on her tongue, then began to suck, like she’d been given a lollipop. Wow, it’s really nice! She wondered what it would be like to taste Alice that way.

Now it was Rachel who was staring. Even considering all the hot lesbian experiences she’d had over the last couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember being more turned on. She was about to thrust her hand back between her thighs and take herself all the way, then paused. I don’t want to make myself come — not now, damn it. I’ve got to have my daughter. I’ve got to!

She let out a strangled gasp, breaking the spell Bella was under. The girl’s eyes flew open, and she hastily withdrew her finger from her mouth, shocked at what she’d just done.

Rachel gazed deep into her daughter’s eyes. “Let me taste you,” she said, her voice trembling with the need she felt.

Unsure what that meant, Bella gave her mum a puzzled look.

“Your finger,” Rachel said. “Put it into your pussy again. Make it nice and juicy for me.”

As if in a trance, Bella did as her mother asked. After a moment, she pulled it out, nervously proffering her wet digit to Rachel. “L-like this?” she asked.

Reaching out to grasp the girl’s wrist, Rachel guided that finger to her own waiting mouth. She inhaled, filling her nose with the scent of her daughter, then extended her tongue to take a lick. The first taste of her twelve-year-old was positively ambrosial, and she greedily sucked at Bella’s finger.

Bella gasped, her heart racing as she struggled with some very thrilling, very confusing, very scary feelings. Mum’s tasting my pussy, she told herself — and even while watching it happen, the moment seemed like a dream.

Releasing her daughter’s hand, Rachel smiled lovingly at the dazed girl. “You taste heavenly, darling,” she said, licking her lips.

She reached down to her own pussy, easing a finger back into the dripping hole and probing around inside like she was trying to reach for something, then pulling it out and extending her hand, offering the finger to Bella.

The twelve-year-old stared at it, then her mother, her mouth going slack as she realised what her mum wanted.

Somehow, Rachel managed to keep her voice steady and even when she said, “Now taste me.”

Bella scooted forward on the bed — glancing at her mum, then the hand held up in front of her. Reaching out to grasp Rachel’s wrist, she drew it closer, nostrils flaring slightly as she sampled the aroma. Her mother smiled encouragingly, so Bella took the juicy finger into her mouth. The taste was different from her own nectar, stronger and sweeter.

Quickly deciding that she liked it, Bella sucked at the finger like a hungry baby from a bottle, humming with pleasure.

By then Rachel’s lust could barely be contained, but she didn’t intend to take things too fast and possibly unnerve her daughter. Instead, she carefully withdrew her finger from Bella’s mouth and replaced it with a kiss. The girl immediately responded, her tongue darting between Mum’s lips, clumsily fondling the older woman’s breasts.

My God, Rachel marvelled, head swimming. Her timid, nervous girl of twelve was now an eager participant in the lesbian lovemaking. I think she’s figured it out, what’s happening between us. And not two minutes ago, my biggest concern was that I might frighten her!

Still joined in an ardent kiss, Rachel gently guided the girl onto her back, then lay down beside her. She stroked Bella’s budding breasts, playfully nuzzled them, then kissed a path up to her daughter’s neck. Bella was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling.

After a few more minutes of kissing her child, wandering about the girl’s upper half with her lips and tongue, Rachel smiled at Bella and said, “Now it’s your turn, love. You do that to me.” She lay back, nestling into the warm sheets.

Raising herself into a sitting position, Bella bent to exchange a tender kiss with her mother, then began to explore the body of a grown woman — first cupping, weighing and stroking Rachel’s breasts, licking and sucking the fat nipples, even biting them when Mum asked. Returning for a few more kisses, Bella resumed her journey, caressing and kissing her mother’s neck, shoulders, ears and upper chest.

Rachel was in ecstasy. Though inexperienced, Bella was doing her best to please her grownup lover. The girl’s affection could be felt in every touch of her fingers, of her lips. She loves this, Rachel realised. Sex with women, it seems to come naturally to her. And me, her own mother — I’m the one who brought it out!

Suddenly aching to feel the young girl’s mouth on hers, Rachel grasped her arm with trembling hands, guiding her daughter up and into Mum’s loving embrace. They immediately came together in a heated French kiss, their tongues engaged in a lustful dance.

Breaking away, Bella stared at her mother. “Did I… am I doing it right?”

“Oh yes, darling, you’re a marvellous pupil,” Rachel sighed. “Just you wait, though — now I’m going to teach you about the real pleasure of making love. It’s more intense than what we’ve done so far, and I don’t want you to get scared by the feelings you’ll have. Just let it happen… I promise, you’ll enjoy every second.”

“Okay, Mum,” the girl replied, surprised by the raw desire she saw in the woman’s eyes. “I — I’m ready.”

“Lie down, then.”

Bella complied, and Rachel got on all fours above her daughter, bending to kiss her again. After a minute or so, she started to gradually work her way downwards, kissing and licking Bella’s chin, her neck, her shoulders, then down to the girl’s heaving chest. Rachel paused to anoint each nipple with her tongue, then descended the terrace of Bella’s rib cage until her face was buried in the wondrous softness of the child’s belly.

Rachel reached up to toy with her daughter’s stiffened nipples as she moved even further down, licking a path below Bella’s navel that led straight to the girl’s pubic bone. Bringing her hands down, Rachel placed a thumb on each side of the smooth vulva, slowly prying the outer lips open to reveal the tiny nub of her twelve-year-old’s clitoris.

By then, Bella was gripping handfuls of the sheets, a shudder running through the girl’s slight frame as Rachel’s warm breath caressed her clit. Oh my God, Bella thought, could she be, is she really going to…?

Hesitating just long enough to take a deep breath, Rachel ran her tongue from the bottom of her daughter’s slit to the tip of the clitoris. A sharp cry broke from Bella’s lips, followed by a long, low moan.

Rachel bathed the girl’s cunt again and again with lengthy swipes of the tongue, then took Bella’s clit between her lips to suck, like a tiny nipple.

Mum!” Bella gasped.

Her little girl’s cunt was hot, juicy and even more delicious than she’d hoped. Rachel pleasured the inflamed clitoris for awhile, then stiffened her tongue, thrusting it into Bella’s vagina. She tongue-fucked the shivering child for a few strokes, then replaced it with a finger, once more centering her oral attention on her daughter’s clit.

Rachel worked her finger in and out of Bella’s opening a half dozen times or so, then added another. Falling into a steady rhythm, she timed each stroke to match the quick flicks of her tongue, licking Bella’s clitoris as she suckled it. The rising tension she felt in the girl’s thighs made it clear that her daughter was about to come — and Rachel was determined to make the experience an unforgettable one.

Sure enough, within seconds Bella bucked violently, crying out loud. Suddenly concerned that Cindy might be awakened by the noise, Rachel quickly moved back up Bella’s sweat-soaked body and covered the twelve-year-old’s mouth with hers, keeping the girl’s pleasure going with her fingers all the while.

Bella continued to quiver and shake until she eventually lay still, her chest heaving, eyes glazed. Rachel let her daughter rest for a moment, then kissed her ear, whispering, “How was that, sweetheart? Are you okay?”

Shaking her head as if to clear cobwebs away, Bella murmured, “Oh my God, I thought my chest was going to explode. Is it — does it always feel like that?”

Rachel had to smile. “Well, every woman is different. To get a real idea of how sex usually feels, you need to get a lot of practice at it.”

“You do?” Bella’s cheeks were already flushed, but they turned a little pinker. “Well, um… can you help me get more practice, Mum? I mean — is it okay if we do this again sometime?”

Taking the young girl in her arms, Rachel gazed deep into Bella’s eyes, their noses touching. “I’d love to, darling. Just ask.” Tilting her head, she drew in and kissed her daughter, their tongues briefly engaging. Gently breaking away, she added, “Speaking of practice… what we just did is called oral sex. Now, it’s time for you to show me what you’ve learned about it. Are you ready?”

Bella sat up, clumsily embracing her mother. “I think so. Um… I bet I won’t be as good as you, though. Is that okay?”

Rachel laughed. “The thing to remember about getting your pussy licked is that it always feels good.” She lay back, letting her thighs drift apart. “So… you remember what I did to you, then?”

Bella gave a blissful smile, hugging herself. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget.”

Crawling between Rachel’s parted legs, the young girl nuzzled her mother’s belly, breathing in the scent of the woman’s skin. Bella lovingly kissed the tender flesh, then teased the cleft of Mum’s navel with a quick flick of the tongue.

“Darling,” Rachel gasped, her body throbbing like an idling motor. It was hard for her to lie still — she longed to take her daughter again, to ravish every sweet inch of her twelve-year-old’s bare body. But this was Bella’s moment, the girl’s first genuine attempt at being a lover.

She’s certainly taking her time about it, though, Rachel thought. Bella seemed to be moving at a snail’s pace, leaving a trail of kisses, nibbles and occasional licks over, below and around her belly — even travelling to the outland of her mother’s hips.

Rachel’s need for release was making her dizzy — and, truth be told, a little frustrated. She thought of simply grabbing Bella’s head and pressing the child’s face where she ached for it to be, fucking her daughter’s virgin mouth. Of course, she wouldn’t, but the impulse was there.

Instead, when Bella’s lips finally grazed the rise of her smooth-shaven vulva, Rachel allowed her fingers to gently twine into her daughter’s blonde hair as she murmured. “Darling, use your thumbs to open my pussy. Take a good look at the inside of a woman.”

Doing as her mother wanted, Bella stared in awe. She’d never seen a vagina this close before, and certainly not an adult one — only hers, using a mirror whilst seated on the edge of the bath. Although she and Alice had dabbled a bit with one another, they’d gone no further than kissing, the occasional touch of a breast and just once, briefly touching each other’s slits through their knickers.

The flesh inside Mum’s opening was warm, bright pink and very juicy. The aroma enticed the girl, tickled her nose in a pleasing way. This was an amazing new experience, surely the most thrilling thing Bella had ever done.

She wanted more, but suddenly felt uncertain how to proceed. Should I just kiss her there? Feeling foolish, Bella looked up at her mum for guidance.

If Rachel saw her daughter’s fear, she didn’t let it show, just resumed her lesson. “See that tiny little knob at the top? That’s my clitoris, and touching it will give you those especially good feelings. Now, take a look at my pussy. See how wet it is?”

Bella nodded, wondering if Mum might have peed herself a little.

“That’s the fluid that a woman’s vagina produces when she’s aroused… like how you’re making me feel, love.” She smiled at her daughter. “It lubricates the pussy, makes it easier to have sex. Go ahead and touch me down there, then you can put a finger inside.”

Bella’s gaze shifted to her finger, slowly drawing nearer to Mum’s sex — lightly brushing, then stroking the moist flesh.

“Mmmm, that’s lovely, darling. Go into me now.”

Placing the tip of a finger at the vaginal opening, Bella pressed inward, her eyes widening as Mum’s cunt seemed to almost suck the digit inside. “Wow,” she whispered. She started moving the finger in and out, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

“Oh, yes, Bella, yes,” Rachel moaned. “You’re fucking me now, fucking your mummy… p-put another finger in, my beautiful child…”

Heart frantically racing, Bella followed her mum’s instructions, bringing a second finger into play. That task accomplished, the young girl began to plunge them in and out, in and out. Rachel’s words rang in her ears. You’re fucking your mummy.

That’s it, b-baby girl. Oh. Oh! Now, now see if you can g-get in the other two in. You won’t hurt me, darling, I promise!”

Bella added a third finger, then the fourth. Within moments, most of her hand was sliding in and out easily.

Rachel was quivering from head to toe, gasping with each thrust. Struggling to speak, she finally managed, “Oh, darling, that — oooohh! — it feels d-divine, but now, I need you to, to use your mouth on me… Lick Mummy’s pussy, oh, please…”

Even in the midst of the most acute excitement, Bella felt a twinge of nervousness about tasting her mother down there. But she also longed to make Mum feel good, wanted it more than anything — and that easily outweighed her fear.

Abruptly removing all four fingers from the juicy hole, then placing that sticky hand on the bed to steady herself, Bella lunged forward, burying her parted lips in the dripping heat of her mum’s cunt. Bringing her tongue into play, the twelve-year-old gave it the same kind of messy French kiss that she’d been exchanging with her mother mere moments ago.

Rachel clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out loud. Oh God, oh fucking hell this feels so bloody amazing. Perhaps her daughter was a complete novice at going down on a woman, but Bella made up for it and then some with her willingness to please — licking and sucking her mother’s pussy with everything she had.

“Yes, m-my angel — now lick my clit. Oh! Oh, yes, just like that, tease it with your… with your tongue. You c-can even suck it, that’ll, oooohh, get me off for sure… Oh, Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck!”

Bella was eagerly following Rachel’s instructions, focusing her attention on the fleshy spear of Mum’s clit. The hint of pussy she’d sampled from her mother’s finger had tasted nice, but getting it from between her legs was even better, lots better!

Wow, I love doing this, Bella decided. Wonder if Alice tastes as yummy as Mum does? She nursed at the inflamed clitoris as if it was a nipple, her tongue occasionally darting down for more that delicious honey that flowed freely from her mother’s vagina.

By then, Rachel had all but lost the power of speech. She could only groan and whimper, gulping for breath all the while. Bella began to get a little scared, wondering if she was hurting Mum — but she remembered how it had felt when her pussy was licked like that. Then the girl’s concern evaporated into mist when she felt Mum’s hands on her head, clutching it as though afraid that she might stop. No fear of that, Bella told herself, sucking her mother’s clit even harder, strumming it with the tip of the tongue.

Suddenly a violent jerk shook Rachel’s body, and she was babbling, “Oh fuckfuckfuck, yes, yes, k-keep going!” Then she gave one last loud cry, her legs gone rigid, teeth clenched, breath hissing from her throat.

Bella felt a jet of warm liquid squirt into her mouth — for an instant, she thought Mum had peed herself, but it tasted sweet. Then Mum’s hands were pushing her head away, her voice gasping, “Stop, d-darling, I can’t take anymore, it’s too — too much!”

When Bella broke away, Rachel went completely limp, sinking into the sweat-soaked bedding, panting for breath. Blindly seeking her daughter with shaking hands, she coaxed the girl into her arms.

I’m so happy, Rachel told herself as she embraced Bella, her eyes misting over with joyous tears. It’s come true, the fantasy I’ve held inside for so long. My darling child is now Mummy’s beautiful little lover. She kissed the top of Bella’s head, then her face, finally her mouth.

Bella hummed blissfully as she let herself be enfolded by Mum’s love — returning her kisses, knowing that Mum was tasting herself in every one. She felt warm, gentle hands cupping her bare bottom.

Then a sound interrupted their reverie.

Rachel and Bella both looked up to see ten-year-old Cindy, standing in the open doorway, rubbing her eyes. “Mummy,” she said, something loud woke me up.”

As the little girl’s eyes became accustomed to the light, she saw something strange: her big sister was there, lying on top of Mummy, and they didn’t have their nightdresses on — or anything else! Not only that, Mummy had both her hands on Bella’s bottom…

Knitting her brow, Cindy frowned. “Mummy, what are you and Bella doing?”

Mother and daughter gaped at the younger girl, who stood before them in a cute blue nightshirt, barefoot, her hair mussed. It was Bella who finally made the first move, dismounting Rachel and scrambling to her feet, snatching her plaid pajama top from the floor and holding it to her chest to conceal her nakedness. All she could say was, “Cindy…”

Shifting onto her side, Rachel raised herself onto an elbow, facing her youngest daughter. In what felt like an eternity, but was actually just a couple of seconds, the cogs in her brain whirled and spun like a mechanical clock about to strike the hour.

In that frozen moment, still high from the most explosive orgasm she’d ever had, Rachel decided to be honest with her little girl. After all, I want her to be a part of this, too.

“Hello, darling. Sorry for waking you up. We should have been quieter.”

She casually sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, swinging her legs down, making no attempt to cover herself. Behind her, Bella was trying to wriggle into her shorts without being noticed.

Rachel smiled at Cindy, beckoning her closer. “Come here, baby girl… I want to talk to you.”

Without a word, the child shuffled over to the bed and stood before her mother, who then patted her thigh invitingly. Cindy climbed up into her mum’s lap, and Rachel wrapped an arm around the girl, holding her close.

Cindy sneaked a quick peek at Rachel’s breasts, then peered up at her mum, still puzzled by what she’d just seen.

“I’ll tell you what we were doing, darling,” the older woman began. “I was teaching your sister about some special things, things that people do when they love each other.”

Cindy glanced over Rachel’s shoulder at her sister, then back at her mum. “You mean sex?”

In for a penny, in for a pound, Rachel thought. “Yes, darling, that’s right. When young girls get to a certain age, they need to learn about their bodies… and about sex. Pretty soon your sister will start going out with boys — or even girls,” she added as an afterthought. “So now, I’m showing Bella how to make love.”

Cindy giggled. “Girls? How can Bella go out with another girl? That’s silly!”

“It isn’t, though,” Rachel replied with a smile. You know what a lesbian is, don’t you?”

Cindy mulled that over for a moment, then said, “I think so.”

“Well, there are a lot of girls — and grown-up women, too — who prefer to go out with other girls. A big part of going out with someone is kissing, and making love. Bella is growing up, almost a woman, so she needs to know about those things. That’s why I was teaching her about love between girls. We’d just finished our first lesson when you came in.”

“Okay, I get it,” Cindy said, nodding eagerly. “Can you teach me now?”

Oh, my… this is working out even better than I’d hoped! “Do you like girls, then?” asked Rachel.

“Hmmm, I might…” Cindy replied, after a moment’s thought. “I sure don’t like boys much. Hey, maybe I am a les-bian! If I am, then I gotta know those things, too, right?”

“Well… I wasn’t planning to do that with you until you’re a bit older,” Rachel said, feigning reluctance.

“But you love me the same as Bella, don’t you?” the child pouted.

“Of course I do, darling. It’s just that some people wouldn’t understand about the two of us making love, not when you’re so young. I could be in a world of trouble if anyone found out. If we were to do these things, you’d have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“I do promise not to tell, Mummy, really I do. Cross my heart!”

Much as she longed to share pleasure with her youngest, Rachel took a moment to balance the pros and cons of taking Cindy as a lover. Young girls have a habit of telling their friends their secrets, without much thought as to the consequences. Then again, she’s a sensible child for her age. And damn it all, I want her so desperately.

You’d think that just having fucked Bella would have slaked my appetite, for the moment at least… but no, it just makes me crave Cindy even more. Then there’s the possibility of getting both my daughters in bed at the same time, of them making love with each other. Fuck me, wouldn’t that be a treat!

It was too tempting a prize to refuse. “Listen, darling, you’re old enough to understand how important it is that you keep what we do secret. Can you promise me that you won’t tell anyone, not ever?”

“Not ever, Mummy. I promise.”

“Okay, then, I’ll teach you.”

The child went from serious to animated in a heartbeat. “When, Mummy? Now?”

“No, no. It’s late now, and you’ve got school tomorrow, so I think it best that we wait until the weekend.”

“Okay,” said Cindy, a touch of disappointment in her voice.

“Now, I think it’s time you got to bed, both of you!” She stood up, setting Cindy down on her feet, then took the child’s hand and led her towards the door. She glanced back toward her bed, where Bella was standing — back in her nightwear again, while Rachel was still nude. “Come on, darling — you, too.” She extended her hand to the older girl.

Bella came over and meekly took her mum’s hand, still dazed at having been caught.

Entering the hallway, Rachel ushered Bella to her room, then took the younger sibling to hers. With a yawn, Cindy climbed back into bed, and Rachel tenderly covered her. “Sleep well, lollipop,” she whispered, leaning  down to kiss her little girl.

Acting on a sudden impulse, she kissed Cindy on the mouth, rather than the soft peck she always gave her youngest on the cheek. She allowed the kiss to linger, savouring the taste of the ten-year-old’s lips.

Rachel’s body tingled as she studied her little girl, tucked up so snugly in bed. This is one lollipop I’m going to enjoy very much… very much indeed.

“Goodnight, darling. I love you.”

“Night, Mummy. Love you too.”

As she crossed the room’s threshold, Rachel turned to take one last look at the thin form under the bedclothes before pulling the door closed. Her next destination was Bella’s room, where she tapped gently on the door, waiting for her daughter’s soft, “Come in.”

Rachel entered, seating herself on the edge of the bed. “How are you, love?”

Bella shrugged. “It scared me when Cindy came in, but I’m okay now.”

“Good. So… how do you feel about what we did?”

“I loved it, Mum. I didn’t know it would be anything like that! When me and Alice kissed, it was nice, but what you showed me was miles better. I can’t wait to see her, to try out these new things I learned.”

“That sounds lovely, darling. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to bits.”

“What about you and me, Mum? Can we really do it again, like you said?”

Rachel smiled contentedly, “Oh, yes, we will indeed, I have so much more to teach you… and your sister.” With that, she bent to kiss her oldest daughter. It was gentle, but their tongues met briefly.

Rising to her feet, Rachel said, “Goodnight, my sweet little lover. I adore you.”

“I love you too, Mum,” Bella said, her eyes shining. “More than ever.”

With a pat for her eldest daughter’s shoulder, Rachel returned to her room, where she slipped into bed and quickly drifted into sleep, already imagining the wondrous possibilities that lay ahead for her and the girls.

Here we go. To Chapter 13!

 

Ripples, Chapter 11

  • Posted on March 22, 2019 at 2:20 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Rachel was seated on her bed, legs crossed at the ankles, leaning back against the soft padded headboard, while her twelve-year-old daughter Bella stood before her, nervously fidgeting with the hem of the old pajama top she wore.

Even since that night a couple of months ago, when she’d discussed masturbation with her timid child, Rachel had yearned for the chance to teach Bella even more about the wonders of her body… and share them with her.

At first, she’d tried her best to ignore the feelings of sexual desire that her daughter had awakened, telling herself, It’s just part of these lesbian cravings I’ve been experiencing. Obviously, I don’t want to go to bed with my little girl. I don’t, damn it!

But try as she might, those forbidden longings continued to prey on Rachel’s mind.

She found herself trying to catch glimpses of Bella when she was in her underwear — or even nude, if she got the chance. The sight of the girl’s legs when in shorts, her bare tummy when she reached up for something on a high shelf, her bottom when she bent over to retrieve a dropped pencil; these glimpses of her child’s loveliness made Rachel tingle all over. She craved physical contact with her daughter, regularly giving Bella hugs and caresses, even inviting the girl to cuddle with her when they watched TV.

Then there was the sweet scent of the child — it bewitched her, made her light-headed, made her want things she shouldn’t. Rachel sometimes found herself at Bella’s door, drinking in the enticing aroma of her little girl for minutes at a time.

Still, she mostly managed to keep her mind away from genuinely sexual thoughts of Bella — at least she did until one night, after drinking two glasses of wine too many, when she turned in for the evening and had an unexpected dream of her daughter.

Rachel was walking barefoot down a hallway, dressed only in a filmy nightgown. Pausing at the doorway to her bedroom, she entered, only to be confronted by the sight of Bella — on her bed, curled up on the top blanket, completely naked.

Had she gasped? Rachel couldn’t recall that much of the dream. But the next moment etched itself deep into her consciousness: the girl raised herself up on one elbow, smiling sweetly at her dazed mother. “I love you, Mummy,” Bella said, her voice gentle and sweet. “Come be with me.” The meaning in the child’s words was unmistakable.

Now nude herself, Rachel slowly advanced, climbing onto the bed, drifting into her little girl’s outstretched arms. Bella’s head was tilted back, her eyes warm with adoration as their mouths came together in a kiss, the kind shared by lovers.

She remembered sucking on her daughter’s tongue, the softness of Bella’s bottom in her hands as she cradled the naked child.

And that was when Rachel jerked awake — panting for breath, her body damp with sweat, heart beating out a frantic tattoo. Her cunt was hot and juicy, and she quickly responded, sinking two fingers into the dripping hole.

Rachel fucked herself like a woman possessed, mauling her sex with both hands as she took that perverted fantasy from her dream and ran wild with it. Bella’s on her back, legs spread wide apart, waiting for the touch of Mummy’s mouth. I’m lying before her, so close to that pretty cunt that I can feel the heat of it on my face.

I can’t wait… and neither can Bella. Her eyes are bright and wide open; they tell me what she wants. As if still dreaming, I draw nearer and part my lips, taking a long, luscious lick. She moans, and the taste of her fills my mouth.

Then Rachel was coming hard, her jaw clenched hard enough to crack teeth as a colossal orgasm raged through her trembling frame, leaving her a spent, sodden mess.

She lay awake a long while after that, turning the dream and her fantasy over and over, examining it from every angle. In the end, it left her with one unavoidable conclusion: I want to make love to my daughter.

Rachel had known for awhile that she was sexually aroused by her twelve-year-old. She was able to live with that, even if it made her feel slightly uncomfortable. But these newer, more explicit wanderings of her mind were something else again.

Oddly enough, those vague feelings of guilt she’d had before were now completely gone. Instead of filling her with shame or embarrassment, Rachel’s fantasy of sex with her twelve-year-old daughter had put things into a sharper focus… and not only because those feelings of lust for Bella were now stronger than ever. Suddenly, the idea of a deeper intimacy with her child made perfect sense.

It would make her happy, she told herself. It would give Bella pleasure, teach her about the delights of her body — a woman’s body. Perhaps it would even help the girl overcome her shyness. Best of all, it would bring us closer together, make our love stronger.

That said, there was a formidable gulf between wanting to explore sex with your daughter… and actually making it happen. Rachel continued to fantasise about her child, masturbating again and again to images of touching Bella, kissing her, going down on her.

Getting into a lesbian relationship with her friend Jessica had shifted Rachel’s thoughts of Bella to the back burner, but hadn’t purged them. She still craved her daughter, much as ever.

Then, on the previous night, Jess had made a startling confession as they lay together in the afterglow of lesbian sex: she’d actually made love with her own daughter Alice, a blonde cutie about the same age as Bella.

Jess was hesitant to confess this, fearing her friend would be horrified; instead, Rachel was so turned on that she masturbated herself to a quick orgasm, all the while thinking, I’ve got to do this. I have to make this happen with my Bella.

In fact, Jessica’s story had so affected her that, for the first time, Rachel toyed with the notion of going even further, exploring these forbidden pleasures with her youngest child — Bella’s little sister, ten-year-old Cindy.

Why should I leave her out? Rachel reasoned. I want to make Bella feel more loved than ever, loved in a wonderful new way. Surely it would be wrong to cheat Cindy of that same closeness.

Rachel was strongly convinced of the rightness of her intentions toward the girls — so much so that she shared her plans with Jess, who was already thinking about being with her own daughter again.

Now Rachel sat on her bed, smiling at a timid Bella. Moments ago, she had approached her oldest child, asking if she wanted to learn more about sex. The girl had eagerly agreed… but now, in Mum’s bedroom, Bella’s shyness was beginning to manifest itself again.

Rachel studied her daughter’s pretty face. Despite her self-assured public persona and personal confidence, buoyed by the success she’d had in converting her best friend to the joys of lesbian love, a small voice in her head began to question her motives. Is this really the right thing to do? What if she gets scared? Most important of all, am I doing this for Bella or myself?

Contrasting the earlier conversation downstairs with Bella with her demeanour now, it was obvious that her daughter was uncomfortable with the idea of sex… and if she couldn’t talk about these fears with her own mother, how could Bella fully mature? Would she be able to make her own choices without being hobbled by guilt, shame or fear?

Rachel made her decision. If I’m the one who gives Bella nurturing, protection, schooling and a mother’s love, then surely it’s also on me to help my daughter learn how to have a happy, fulfilled sex life.

And if I happen to share in that enjoyment… well, so much the better.

“It’s okay, honey. Come sit with me,” said Rachel, patting the spot beside her on the bed.

Dressed in her usual summer nightwear — an old plaid pajama top, loose-fitting shorts and with bare feet — Bella sat halfway down the bed on her haunches. The girl’s hands were restless, moving up and down her thighs as though she was trying to rub away goosebumps.

Rachel gave her daughter a warm smile. “Do you remember a few months ago, when I showed you how to touch yourself?”

Bella nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“Have you tried doing it? Been practising at all?”

Bella looked down in embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay,” Rachel said, using her most soothing tone of voice. “You’re growing up into a woman and I want to help you with that. I promise, you can be totally honest and tell or ask me anything.”

Looking up, Bella gazed into her mother’s eyes. She was reassured by what she saw in them, but still felt uncertain about where this was leading. The idea of learning more about sex stuff appealed to her… was Mum the one she wanted to learn from? The whole situation seemed awkward.

When Bella fooled around with Alice, she always got scared of the feelings that bubbled up inside her. Lately, her best friend had been kissing her more often, and kept wanting to see and touch her developing breasts — something Bella had inherited from her voluptuous mother.

The girls usually laid down side by side, facing each other. Their lips gently touched at first, then gradually increased in pressure with the occasional touching of tongues. At some point, Alice’s hands would wander to her breasts… and after a minute or two, Bella was relaxed enough to return the favour.

More recently, Alice had initiated her into French kissing, which she claimed to have seen in a film. She’d also begun to casually drop her hand between Bella’s legs, almost as if by accident. When that happened, Bella felt a jolt of pleasure mixed with fear; both made her heart race.

At that point Bella would stop her friend, mumbling about how worried she was that Mum might come in — once, even pretending she heard her mother coming up the stairs. It embarrassed her horribly, behaving like a great big scaredy-cat in front of her best friend.

In truth, she wanted to do these things with Alice — go further, even! — but she was afraid of what that said about her. Did she really want to be one of those girls who liked other girls?

Bella shivered as she recalled what happened that day when Chloe Winshaw and Siobhan Riley had innocently wandered around the school grounds, holding hands. That spotty oik Nigel Greaves began to hurl quiet abuse at the girls, hissing, “Bloody dykes… Jesus hates you, you sodding bitches… piss off and go throw yourselves in the river, you dirty cunts.” He knew how to time his insults so the adults wouldn’t hear, and in moments had reduced the two girls to weeping, protesting wrecks.

Someone grassed on Nigel, but his only punishment had been getting sent home for the rest of the day. Worse, some of the other girls pointedly avoided Siobhan and Chloe after that. Siobhan, in particular, had become far more quiet and withdrawn after the incident. The very idea of something like that happening to her filled Bella with helpless horror.

Her mind was in turmoil and, even though Mum seemed to be okay about the things she’d done with Alice, fear of the unknown still held her back, made her afraid.

“You can tell me anything, angel,” Mum said. “Anything at all. On my word, I’d never think less of you.”

Bella closed her eyes. I can’t go on like this. I need a helping hand, and Mum’s offering one. Best to take it. Pausing for a deep breath, she spoke.

“Sometimes I… d-do stuff, but I get scared, in case I make a noise and you come in and see.”

“What do you do?”

Go on, say it. “You know, like touch myself… um, down there.”

“You masturbate?” Rachel questioned.

Bella immediately reddened and averted her eyes. “Uh-huh,” was all she could get out.

Rachel realised that she had some work to do. “Sweetheart, if you can’t even say the word, you’ll always think of it as something wrong or bad. I promise you, it’s not.”

Bella looked up, something akin to fear in her eyes.

Reaching out to place a hand on her daughter’s, Rachel said, “Bel, I really want to help you, and I think the first thing is to help you understand that sex is not dirty or wrong. In fact, provided you’re sensible and careful, it’s a wonderful, beautiful thing. So I need you to forget about getting caught, stop being afraid and just… just trust me. Okay?”

Her daughter nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

“Good girl. Now let’s start slow; I want you to tell me what it is that you do.”

Peering deep into her mum’s eyes, Bella saw only love. She took a deep breath, braced herself, then blurted out in a breathy voice, “I masturbate.”

“Good; that’s very good. How often?”

“Well, um, maybe a couple of times a week.” She paused, then added, “I’m not really sure, but… I don’t think I’m doing it right.”

Sensing she was making progress, Rachel gently asked, “Why do you think that, sweetheart?”

Bella hesitated. “Well, sometimes it feels good, and other times it’s…” She shrugged.

“There’s a lot of truth in the saying practice makes perfect. You have to experiment, learn what makes you feel good. Remember, not everyone masturbates the same way.” She hesitated, then said, “Does it feel good when Alice touches you?”

Bella flinched at the mention of her friend. So I was right, Rachel thought. They have been fooling around.

Reaching out, she patted her daughter’s arm. “Don’t worry, no-one told me, I haven’t been spying on you, and you’re not in trouble, far from it. I’m your mother, I know about the two of you practising stuff together and it’s absolutely okay. See, it’s normal for girls your age to experiment with other girls. I did, when I was even younger than you are.”

Bella was surprised at this news, but it seemed to relax her a little. “We haven’t done much!” she hastened to say. “But when she touches me d-down there… it feels really nice. Alice wants to do more, but I always get scared and, and make her stop. I like it, but then I freeze up. Oh, Mum — I don’t know what to do!” The girl’s lower lip was trembling.

“That’s because you’re still learning, sweetie. It’s like anything else in life. I remember when you took your first steps — you fell down quite a few times before you were up and walking.”

Bella gave a shaky laugh. “Did I? I don’t remember that!”

Oh, trust me, you were a clumsy baby at first. So… what’s it like when you touch yourself? Compared to when Alice does it to you.”

“It doesn’t feel the same. I touch myself like she did, but… well, not much happens.”

“Hmm.” Rachel stroked her chin, thinking. “I think you ought to show me how you do it.”

Suddenly nervous again, Bella looked at her mum, nibbling her bottom lip, certain that this wasn’t in the parenting manual.

“Tell you what,” Rachel added. “Would it help you to feel more comfortable if I undressed first?”

Bella felt her heart pump even faster. “I dunno, I guess… um, yeah.”

Without a word, Rachel swung her legs sideways and slid off the bed, rising to her feet. She looked briefly at the young girl, a wave of desire suddenly washing over her. Electing to prolong the moment, she slowly pushed the thin straps of her diaphanous midnight blue nightdress off her shoulders, one at a time, holding the front against her breasts to keep it from sliding off completely. Make it sexy, she told herself. Make her want you.

She waited until Bella’s eyes met hers again, smiled adoringly at the girl, then peeled the thin nightie away and let it fall to the floor.

Bella stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Rachel’s body, now bare but for tiny lace panties, little more than a postage stamp held up by string. She all but forgot to breathe, awed by the sight of her mum’s generous titties. Will mine ever be that nice? she wondered.

Rachel slowly brought both hands up to fondle her breasts, briefly rolling the nipples between thumbs and fingers. Her daughter’s face was a portrait of wonder. I wonder how long it’s been since she’s seen me nude, she wondered. Probably not since she was three or four, and we were taking a bath together.

Her anticipation mounting, Rachel slid her hands back down her sides, sliding both index fingers under the thin waistband of her matching g-string. Bending at the waist so her still firm breasts hung down in a most enticing way, Rachel pushed the barely-there knickers to her ankles and stepped out of them.

She moved casually towards Bella, slowly enough for her daughter to take in the view. Then, climbing on the bed, she crawled back to the headboard, offering the dumbstruck girl a very good look at her from behind, her puckered anus and shaved cunt on full display.

Her brazen display seemed to be working, too — Bella was mesmerised, not just by her mother’s beautiful, curvaceous body, but by the sheer eroticism of the moment. Rachel wasn’t just undressing… she was undressing for her daughter. A small, but crucial distinction.

Bella was clearly unsure how to respond, though. She simply sat there, hands knotted in her lap.

“Your turn, darling. Don’t be shy,” Rachel murmured.

After a few heartbeats, the young girl pushed herself up from the bed and got to her feet, then hesitated again, looking to Rachel for reassurance. “Are you sure this is okay, Mum? Um… what if Cindy wakes up?” She glanced nervously at the bedroom door.

“Don’t worry, darling,” said Rachel. “She’s fast asleep… and you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Relax, this can be a lovely experience for us both if you’ll let it. We’ll take it nice and slow.” She smiled. “Go ahead. I want to see what a stunner my little girl has become.”

With clumsy fingers, Bella started to unbutton her pajama top.

“Wait. Come round to the side of the bed so I can see you properly. That’s better. Now, undress slowly. You should always take your time when you do that, to tease your lover. It makes it so much more exciting, builds the anticipation.” She laughed. “Believe me, there’s a little hint of sex kitten in every woman. Let’s see yours.”

With a shaky smile, Bella did as her mum asked. Standing a couple of feet away from her, she slowly undid each button, then for a moment, let her top swing open to provide a glimpse of the breasts concealed by the worn flannel. She hesitated for an instant, took a quick breath, then pushed the top off her shoulders, letting it fall behind.

Rachel hadn’t seen her daughter topless for a long while. She studied the girl’s breasts, impressed by the sight. My God… they’re absolutely perfect. She longed to take a nipple between her lips, to feel it stiffen as she teased it with a swipe of the tongue.

“Darling,” Rachel breathed, “you’re growing up beautifully. You should never be shy about showing your body off… to the right person, anyhow.”

Bella’s face seemed to light up at her mother’s compliment, but she did blush slightly, too. “I’m… I’m not that pretty,” she mumbled.

“Oh, you are, believe me. Now let’s see the rest of you.”

Her confidence increasing, Bella hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the shorts and pushed them down until they dropped loosely to the floor. She carefully lifted each foot out — then, as if acting quickly before she lost her courage, Bella grasped the elastic of her cotton knickers and tugged them down and off.

Now completely nude, the twelve-year-old slowly straightened herself, then stood before her equally naked mum, both hands clasped in front of her genitals.

Rachel drew closer. “There’s no need for modesty, baby girl… this is the start of the new you. Let me see.”

Unclasping her hands, Bella allowed them to drop by her side.

Rachel gazed lovingly at her daughter’s bare body — still that of a child, but with obvious hints of the woman she was becoming. Her breasts, while still budding, were already generous enough to play with. Rachel unconsciously licked her lips in anticipation, already picturing herself doing exactly that. Her eyes dropped lower to see a darkening growth of pubic down that was still sparse enough to show the line of Bella’s slit, which already glistened with a slight trace of moisture.

The shy tween studied her mum’s body, then looked down at her own.

Sensing her daughter’s thoughts, Rachel assured Bella, “Don’t worry, darling. Your breasts will grow bigger soon enough. In fact, it looks like they’re well on the way. Come back and sit down, where you were before.”

Bella got back on the bed in her previous position; only now her knees were slightly parted, giving her mum a good view of her pussy.

As Rachel seated herself on the side of the bed, facing her daughter, Bella gazed thoughtfully at her mum’s vulva. “Do you, uh, shave your thingy?”

“Bella! It’s called a vagina.”

The girl’s cheeks flushed. “I know; we learned it at school.”

“Well, you’re becoming a woman now, so you oughtn’t to use words like ‘thingy’. There are lots of names for it; in the old days, some used to call it a minge or a fanny, but I suppose the most common name nowadays is pussy. If you want to be really naughty, you can call it your cunt.”

Bella started, surprised by her mum’s language, but Rachel just smiled. “Why don’t you try saying those words, darling? It’s exciting to use them when you have sex.”

Suddenly feeling like a wicked child, Bella blurted, “Pussy. Cunt!” then burst into giggles.

Rachel couldn’t suppress a small laugh of her own. “There, now you’re getting relaxed. To answer your question, I sometimes shave my pussy, but that can cause a rash or leave it a bit sore, so I mostly use a cream or wax.”

My pussy doesn’t have much hair,” Bella said, looking down, idly touching the fine pubic down. “It’s really soft.”

Rachel felt her skin prickle with a growing sense of arousal. “Okay, let’s get started. We’ll begin with the basics.” She was keen to begin her daughter’s education, feeling hungrier by the second for the potential delights that lay ahead.

“Last time I just showed you where to touch yourself. Really, though, we should’ve started with something more basic, like kissing. After all, when you like a girl — or a boy, whichever you happen to prefer — it’s usually the first thing you do. The other fun stuff comes later, if you decide you like the person enough to do more.”

Bella’s eyes lit up at the mention of kissing girls, and now she was paying especially close attention to her mum.

Rachel opened her legs slightly. “Come a bit closer, darling… sit right in front of me.”

Bella scooted across the bed to face Rachel, unable to keep herself from glancing repeatedly between her mother’s thighs.

Reaching out, Rachel gently took Bella’s chin between her index finger and thumb, then leaned in to kiss her daughter on the mouth.

Before she could, Bella drew back sharply. “Wh-what are you doing, Mum?”

Rachel looked curiously at her naked girl, aware that this was not going to be easy as she’d hoped. Got my work cut out, she thought. “I’m kissing you.”

“But… you’re my mum. Mums and daughters aren’t supposed to kiss like that.”

“I’m just trying to show you how it’s done, love. Watching people kiss on TV, or looking at pictures in a book won’t help you know how it feels.”

“I guess,” Bella nodded, but she still seemed hesitant.

Reaching out for her daughter’s hand, Rachel gave it a squeeze. “It’s okay, darling. We can take it slowly, and we can stop any time you like, but I really want to help you through this, so you can enjoy what you do with Alice without being scared about it. In fact, her mum is probably talking with her right now, just like we are.”

“Is she?” A sudden thought popped into Bella’s head. Did Alice learn how to do French kissing from her mum, then? It was an intriguing notion, one that made her feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Oh I’m pretty sure she is, or has already. In fact, while we’re on the subject, there’s something I should tell you. I want to be honest, and prove to you that it’s okay to like girls.”

Bella gave her mum a quizzical look.

“I had sex with Jessica. We’re lovers, in fact.”

Bella looked stunned at this news. “But you were married… to Dad.”

“Yes, I was. But now he’s gone, and I don’t want to bring another man into our lives. The thing is, I still have needs, sexual needs… and I’ve discovered that I want to satisfy those needs with a woman.”

“So I guess that means you’re a, a lesbian, huh? Is Alice’s mum one too?”

“Well, I’ve been interested in women for a long time, even when your father and I were still together, but now I identify as gay. And yes, I think Jessica feels the same. We’ve only made love once, mind you — last night, while you and your sister were out. Jess and I both needed someone and we’ve been best friends, like you and Alice, for a long time. It just happened, and we haven’t really talked about the future.” She paused, studying her daughter. “Are you okay with that?”

Bella parted her lips, on the verge of speaking — then fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Seeing her daughter’s quiet struggle, Rachel decided to let her own actions speak instead. She reached out once again to touch the girl’s cheek, then drew close, guiding Bella’s face to hers.

This time their mouths met… and lingered.

Sensing that her child was balanced on the cusp of excitement and fear, Rachel made the kiss as warm and tender as she could, her lips brushing, caressing the soft jewel of Bella’s mouth.

After a few moments she pulled away, pleased to see that her daughter’s eyes had drifted shut. Using both hands to cup the sides of Bella’s face, she moved in to kiss her again — only this time, she flicked across the girl’s lower lip with her tongue.

Bella gasped in surprise, and Rachel seized her opportunity, sliding her tongue between the twelve-year-old’s parted lips. This time, her daughter didn’t pull away, so Rachel deepened the kiss ever so slightly, circling the girl’s mouth once, twice, three times.

Bella finally broke away, though gently, and gave her mum a smile. “It’s okay, Mum. If you want to be gay and it makes you happy, then I’m happy too.” She giggled. “And all this time, I was scared of what you’d say if you found out what I was doing with Alice. Silly me, huh?”

Grinning foolishly, the love she felt for this wonderful girl glowing through every inch of her, Rachel wrapped both arms around her daughter. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Their noses almost touched as she added, “Now… let’s carry on with your lesson, shall we?”

Bella slowly nodded, a new, thrilling warmth in her eyes. “Okay, Mum… I’m ready.”

Trek on to Chapter Twelve!

 

Ripples, Chapter 10

  • Posted on March 4, 2019 at 3:15 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

After dinner and the washing up, Jess made hot chocolate for everyone, then she and her daughters moved into the living room to watch TV. Katie and Poppy quickly became sleepy, though, and toddled off to bed at least an hour earlier than usual. Jessica gave the girls a few minutes to clean their teeth and get into their nightwear, then went upstairs to tuck them in for the night.

Electing to turn off the TV, Jess and Alice spent a while seated on the sofa together and chatting. Alice shared more details about the scout trip and what they had learned, while Jess told Alice about her night out with the girls and staying over at Rachel’s house, leaving out the salacious details.

It looked and sounded just like a typical mother-daughter conversation — but in reality, it was anything but. The very air seemed to hum with an undercurrent of eroticism and desire.

Jess ached to kiss her daughter, but couldn’t bring herself to take that step, even though she knew that the girl wanted it. As for Alice, she was biding her time, waiting for the right moment to make her wishes known.

Eventually, Jess glanced at the clock. “Getting late,” she said with a sigh. “Guess we should turn in. Can you lock up, sweetheart?” She gave Alice a peck on the cheek. “Good night. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mum,” Alice replied, then wandered over to the front door to bolt it.

Soon Jess was at the sink, washing the mugs they’d used to drink the hot chocolate, a frown on her lips. She throbbed with sexual hunger, her fierce need for Alice — but found herself paralyzed, unable to act on that desire.

I can’t do it, she realized. Even if I’m certain that she wants me, I can’t come on to my own daughter. And Alice seems to feel the same way. We’re at a standstill. Placing the last mug in the dish rack, she dried her hands, then went back out to the living room to switch off the lights.

Alice was still in the room, waiting for her.

“Mum,” she said quietly, “can I sleep with you tonight?”

Jess looked at her daughter, feeling her heart rate rise. “Um, certainly, if you want to, darling. Any particular reason?” Her arousal still burned brightly, but now Jessica felt an unexpected touch of fear. She felt an impulse to flee to the safety of her bedroom and lock the door.

Alice gave her mother a bashful smile. “I just missed you.”

Those sweet, simple words made Jessica feel warm all over. “I missed you too, love,” she said, reaching out for the girl, drawing her close for a hug.

They held one another for a long time. Alice’s face was buried in her mother’s breasts, and Jess felt her nipples getting stiff. Finally, she gently broke their embrace, gazing in wonder at this lovely creature that she’d brought into the world more than twelve years ago.

“Okay, sweetheart,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.”

Mounting the stairs with her daughter, Jess turned to the girl. “Go get into whatever you want to sleep in, brush your teeth and meet me in my room in five minutes.”

“Make it three,” said Alice with a wink.

While her daughter was preparing for bed, Jessica did the same — cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair and slipped into a sexy negligee. After a moment’s deliberation, she chose to go without panties. Padding over to the bed, she seated herself, waiting.

Alice entered the room seconds later. “Okay, Mum.” She was wearing that old dress shirt that had belonged to her father. Is she naked underneath? Jess wondered, unsure if that was what she wanted.

Exchanging shy smiles, they slipped into bed. Jess had a feeling that Alice wanted to talk, so she left the bedside lamp on. Sure enough, the girl gave her mother a sidelong glance, as if she had something on her mind.

Jessica turned to her daughter. “Is there something you want to ask me about, darling?”

Alice gazed pensively at her mother — then after a moment, looked at her hands. “Umm… I’ve been thinking about girls again.”

Her heart was beating fast, but Jess did her best to keep a calm demeanor. “I see. Anyone in particular?”

Katie, for one, Alice thought, but knew far better than to mention her little sister. “Well, the other girls I shared my room with at camp. They were all really cute. One of the scoutmasters. Oh, and a couple of the girls’ mums. This one mum was wearing these tight white shorts with dark knickers underneath… wow! All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss her.”

“My goodness, that’s a crowded list! Well, that’s okay. It’s only natural, in fact — you’re just beginning to explore your sexuality, so you’ll be imagining yourself with different, er, partners.”

“Do you think it’s weird that I get so — so turned on by older women, Mum? I mean, I kinda like girls, too, but…”

Jessica’s head was spinning. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Alice. I’m sure there are lots of girls who are attracted to the thought of, er, more mature partners.” Is she talking about me? Is she?

“Hmmm.” Alice stared into space. Jess remained quiet, sure that Alice wanted to say something else. Eventually, she did.

“Mum… you know the other night? When I spent the night with you?”

“Yes, love,” Jess whispered. “How could I forget?”

Alice looked at her mother, wondering if she actually did want to forget. “Well, I was wondering if… if we could do it again.”

Jessica’s mind was ticking furiously, wondering how and what to answer… but she got lost in her daughter’s eyes, an overwhelming sense of love washing over her. She knew then that they had strayed onto a path she could not, would not abandon.

Taking a deep breath, Jess said, “Alice, you’re growing up and becoming a beautiful, intelligent young woman. I’ve always tried to be honest with you and your sisters, so before I answer, I have something to ask you — and something to tell you.”

*****

At the house on the other side of the road, Rachel was seated on the sofa next to Bella. Ten-year-old Cindy had gone to bed an hour earlier, exhausted from the sleepover. Rachel had let her older daughter stay up to tell her about the fun she’d had at Girl Scout camp.

When Bella had finished describing her weekend, Rachel sat up facing the girl, a serious look on her face.

“Sweetheart, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

A worried look crossed Bella’s face — had she done something wrong? Was something really awful going to happen?

Sensing her daughter’s anxiety, Rachel quickly reassured her. “It’s all right, honey bun… nothing bad, just some grown-up things I want to discuss.”

“Okay, sure.”

“Do you remember a few months ago when you asked me about masturbation… touching yourself?”

Bella studied her mother, trying to work out what was behind this question. “Um… yes,” she hesitantly said.

“Well, I was wondering why you haven’t come to me to ask about anything else. Aren’t there any other things you want to know about sex? I’m your mother, after all — it’s my job to teach you.”

With a small shrug, Bella said, “I guess I’m not really sure, um… what other stuff there is to know.”

“Let me ask you this, then. Sometimes when Alice comes over, I hear certain sounds coming from your room.”

Bella began to redden and squirm uncomfortably.

“Have you been doing things together, grown-up things like, maybe, practicing kissing? Don’t worry; you’re not in trouble, I promise. I just want to make sure you’ll ask me if there’s anything you don’t understand.”

Bella relaxed just a little. “Sometimes me and Alice practice kissing… and one time we touched each other a little bit.”

“I thought so. You know, it’s perfectly normal for young girls to explore sex with their friends. I did when I was your age.” Bella smiled shyly at her mum, now feeling relieved — also, a little intrigued.

Rachel continued. “I was talking to Jessica about you and Alice, and I thought it would be a good idea to teach you something more. Would you like that?”

Bella wondered, not without a hint of worry, what her mum had said to Alice’s mum. Would Ms. Matthews be upset that she’d fooled around with Alice? She would have to ask her best friend about that, the next time they met. On the other hand, now that her mum had brought the subject up, Bella realised that yes, she wanted to know more about sex, and since Mum had made the offer…

“Sure, that sounds good, Mum. Guess I really ought to learn about this stuff, huh?”

Rachel just had to smile. “Yes, sweetheart. Tell you what, let’s go upstairs to my bedroom — it’s more comfy.”

Extending a hand, she helped Bella up from the sofa, led the girl upstairs and into her room, closing the door behind them.

*****

Back across the road, Jessica sat opposite her daughter on the bed, holding Alice’s hands in hers.

“When I stayed at Rachel’s last night, she told me something. It was about you and Bella.” Alice started to nervously shift about a bit, guessing what was coming. “She thinks that the two of you might be doing things together. Like kissing each other, perhaps touching, maybe more. Is that true?”

Alice studied her mother for signs of anger, but saw none — just the same kind, loving face that she knew so well. She took a small breath. “Er, well. We do sometimes practice kissing, yeah, but not the same way you showed me.”

“Anything else?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alice added, “Well, we’ve touched each other’s titties… and once, um, down below.” She made a face. “But Bella always gets scared and says we gotta stop, just when it starts getting good.” A pause. “That’s one of the reasons why I came to you, Mum.”

Tilting her head, Jess peered inquisitively at her daughter. “One of the reasons? What were the others?”

Alice’s cheeks had gone a bright pink. The girl was clearly nervous, but she soldiered on. “Well, uh, the big reason was… cause I just wanted to do those things with you. Kissing and stuff. I mean, I like Bella, but… I kinda decided that I like you even more.”

Jess gazed lovingly at her beautiful daughter. Reaching out to cup Alice’s face in her hands, she leaned over to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s forehead. Sitting up, she returned both hands to her lap. “Thank you for being honest with me, love. Now I’m going to do the same.”

Alice seemed puzzled. “Um, okay.”

“You remember how I said that I had something to tell you?”

Alice nodded, wondering what it could be.

“I never thought I’d ever say this, but… you know when you saw me and Aunt Rachel kiss, then me and Sally, how you asked me if I was a lesbian?”

“Yes, Mum. Don’t forget, I also said it was okay if you are one.”

“Well, now I think that I am gay — or at least, I want to be.” Jess hesitated a moment, still unsure whether she should continue, then decided she had to. “Last night, Rachel and I had sex. And the other day I saw Sally again, and we got naked together and made love.”

As she spoke, Jessica looked intently at Alice, trying to work out what her daughter was thinking. Then she fell silent, and they sat quietly for a moment.

Finally, Jess said, “Are you upset with me, sweetheart? I’ll understand if you think was wrong of me to have sex with your best friend’s mum — and then, with a girl not much older than you are. To be honest, I never saw it coming, and don’t really know where to go from here.”

Alice said, “It’s okay, Mum. Auntie Rachel is like a second mother to me, and I think it’s cool that you’re a lesbian… like I am.”

“Oh, my darling girl, you’re the best daughter a mother could have. Thank you for being so understanding,” Jess said. She took Alice’s hand in hers, caressing it.

“But Mum, won’t Auntie Rachel get jealous?”

Jess gave her a puzzled look. “Jealous?”

“About Sally. Does she know?”

“She does. And no, sweetheart, Rachel won’t get jealous. We aren’t in a serious relationship… Sure, she and I had sex, but that happened because it was something we both really, really needed.”

“Okay,” Alice replied with a nod. “Does that mean you and Sally are girlfriends?”

“What? No, no — I was just helping Sally with her first time. She wants to be with girls, too. Oh, Sally and I might go to bed together again someday, but that certainly doesn’t mean we’re in love.”

“Think you’ll have sex with Auntie Rachel again, Mum?”

Jessica’s eyes were locked with those of her daughter. Should I tell her everything? After a moment’s deliberation, she elected to do just that.

“Oh, I’m sure that she and I will fuck again, sweetheart… but right now, there’s someone else who Rachel wants.”

“Who’s that?” asked Alice.

“Bella,” Jess replied. “In fact, I suspect that right now, Rachel is having a very interesting conversation with her daughter.”

Alice gaped at her mother. “Auntie Rachel… she wants to m-make love with Bella?

“She does.” Jessica felt her heart throb, knowing she was treading dangerous ground. “You see, I — I told her about what you and I did the other night, sweetie. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, but I needed to share it with someone I trusted, who I knew would keep it secret.”

“Um, okay.” Alice seemed dazed — but thankfully, not angry. “So… what did she think?”

Jessica smiled. “She made herself come, actually. I told Rachel everything, and she fingered her cunt right in front of me. You should’ve seen it!”

“Oh, my God.”

“Then she told me that she’d been having thoughts like that about Bella… in fact, Rachel taught her how to masturbate, a couple of months ago. So after I told her about you and me, she was already making plans to go further with Bella, much further.” She paused. Go ahead, say it. “Rachel wants you, too.”

“Oh, my GOD!” the teen squealed, then just as suddenly fell quiet. “Mum,” she whispered, drawing close, resting a hand on Jessica’s upper thigh. “Can we do it again? Like last time?”

Jess covered the girl’s hand with hers, feeling it quiver to the touch. “Are you certain about this, Alice? Wouldn’t you like to have a girlfriend your own age?”

The pretty twelve-year-old shook her head. “Mum, y’know how I said I’ve been thinking about girls? Really, I was thinking about you more than anything. I’ve been wanting to tell you for days, but… I thought maybe you felt bad about what we already did.”

Jess plucked up her child’s hand and brought it to her lips. “Oh, sweetheart… how could I regret giving love to my beautiful daughter? I just want to make sure that you really, really want this.”

Her daughter stared at her with something approaching desperation in her eyes. “Please, Mum, I do. More than I ever wanted anything.”

Jess made her decision.

Gently tugging Alice’s hand, she drew her daughter close, tilting her head to place a gentle kiss on the girl’s mouth. Alice responded, parting her lips for Mum’s tongue to enter. The kiss quickly deepened, their tongues darting and dancing.

Jess pulled away after a moment, giving Alice a shy, adoring smile. She reached out to unfasten the top three buttons of that well-worn shirt, then slowly slid it off one shoulder to bare the girl’s left breast. Rising to her feet, Jessica began to undo the ties that held her black satin negligee shut. Pulling the last one open, a single shrug had the filmy garment falling down to ring her ankles. Stepping from it, Jess stood naked before her daughter.

Moving as if she was sleepwalking, a dazed Alice stood, brushing the cotton nightie from her right shoulder, eyes locked with Jessica’s as it, too, slipped off and fell to the floor — leaving the twelve-year-old girl as bare as her mother.

Reaching out to gently clasp her daughter’s arm, Jessica whispered, “Let’s lie down, sweetheart.”

As Alice turned to move over to the bed, Jess got a good look at the girl’s bottom — two flawless pale globes that jiggled ever so slightly with each step. The sight thrilled her. I’ll have to show that pretty bum some extra special love, she thought, as her daughter stretched out on top of the sheets, looking up at Jess with lust-filled eyes.

Moving to lie alongside the girl, Jess leaned over to gently kiss her as she’d done before, using her tongue to part Alice’s lips. She trailed a hand over her daughter’s upper half, stroking her shoulders and budding breasts, gradually working her way down to Alice’s belly and grazing the soft skin with her nails. Hungry to touch more of her beautiful child, Jessica went lower still, her fingers inching closer to the girl’s vulva. As for Alice, she was focused on her mother’s breasts — fondling them, testing their heft, teasing the nipples to watch them stiffen to the touch.

After several minutes of teasing, Jess finally slid her hand down between Alice’s thighs to find her dewy slit, pressing a finger against the warm, wet opening. “Oh. Oh, my God, Mum!” the girl gasped, a violent shiver coursing through her slender frame.

Jess slid a finger into her daughter’s cunt to lubricate it, then circled the tip of that finger around the tiny nubbin of her clitoris. She didn’t want to bring the girl off too quickly, though, so Jessica hooked her finger inside Alice’s vagina, then dipped her head to take a nipple into her mouth.

After a couple of minutes of attention to her daughter’s breasts, Jess began to move downward, eager to taste her little girl and use the new set of skills she’d acquired in her other lesbian encounters.

“Oh, Mum,” Alice moaned, “I feel so — I d-don’t know, it’s something — something really big…”

Jessica’s mouth was tantalisingly close to the treasure she sought, but she lifted her head slightly to reassure the trembling teen. “It’s okay, sweetie… trust me, you’re going to absolutely love this.”

She returned her attention to the goal — moving ever lower, kissing and licking until she was nestled between Alice’s parted legs, her face inches from the girl’s sex. Jess paused for a moment to admire its beauty. The slit was pink and juicy, like some rare exotic fruit, and the smell of it… She inhaled deeply, letting the rich scent tickle her nose.

Jess reached out to touch her daughter’s sparse pubes, surprised by how soft they were, then used her finger and thumb to ease Alice’s labia apart, opening her cunt before moving in for that first taste.

She began with one long, slow lick, bathing the entirety of the girl’s vulva. Alice inhaled sharply, another quick shiver surging through her. Jess licked again, then again, taking a moment to enjoy the sharp tang of her daughter. She’d acquired a genuine appreciation for the taste of pussy over the last week, and Alice’s was positively delicious.

Getting down to business, Jessica applied small flicks of her tongue to the smooth outer lips, insinuating the tip into the moist opening. Stiffening her tongue, she pushed it inside for a few darting strokes before shifting her attention to the small but erect clitoris — first teasing it with quick, playful licks, then clamping the swollen nub between her lips and sucking, all the while stimulating Alice’s vagina with a probing finger.

Alice was now bucking her hips and shaking, her head rolling from side to side as she panted for breath and groped her own breasts with both hands, a sight that only added to Jessica’s lust.

Recalling how good it felt when Rachel had done the same thing to her, Jessica withdrew her finger from Alice’s pussy, then placed the tip against her rosebud. She was already nicely lubricated, so it was easy for Jess to work that finger up to the third knuckle in her daughter’s anus. That goal accomplished, she glued her mouth to Alice’s clitoris, frequently dropping her tongue to lick up the sweet nectar that flowed freely from the young girl.

Throwing her head back, Alice cried, “Mummy — oh, Mummy, what’s h-happening to m-me?”

Jess raised her head to say, “It’s okay, sweetheart, let it go,” then quickly returned to her work.

Seconds later, Alice arched her body up from the bed, shaking almost violently as she came. A hoarse moan exploded from her lips — but somehow, the teen had the presence of mind to snatch up a pillow, pressing it to her face to muffle the sound. Alice’s trembling suddenly ceased, the girl’s body steel-rigid for a brief eternity… then she went limp, collapsing into the sodden sheets.

Jessica sat back on her haunches, suddenly feeling a momentary bout of dizziness. She stared down at her daughter, watching the girl’s chest rise and fall. God, I am so in love with her.

After a moment or two, she quickly moved to take the girl in her arms, nuzzling her face. Alice’s lips found hers, and they shared a gentle, very romantic kiss.

When they drifted apart, Alice whispered, “Wow, Mum. That was… oh, it was so good. Even better than last time.”

Jess giggled. “Well, after all, I’ve had a couple of goes at it in the last few days. Perhaps I’ve learned something.”

Slowly sitting up, Alice turned to face her mother. “Can I try now? I’m supposed to be learning too, right?”

In silent assent, Jessica laid back and opened her legs, smiling sweetly as she waited to be loved.

Alice needed no further prompting. Leaning over her beautiful, naked mother, she began to adorn her with kisses, starting with Jessica’s lips and working her way down. After a few passion-laden kisses, she trailed her tongue down Mum’s neck, making her way toward those lovely breasts. Alice suckled each nipple in turn, fondling one creamy globe while nursing from the other.

She was eager to reach the ultimate prize, though — the warm, luscious pot of honey between her mum’s thighs — so Alice continued her southward journey, pausing to bury her face in the softness of Jessica’s tummy. I could spend hours resting here, just resting my head, she told herself, placing a tiny kiss on her mother’s belly button. Her final goal beckoned, though, so Alice kept going, kissing a path that led her into the garden of Mum’s pubes.

A moment later, the teen was poised and ready, her lips inches from the glistening slit, her entryway into life. She breathed in the scent, now quite familiar to her, then pried the fleshy lips open, exposing the part of Mum’s cunt that Alice knew would give her the most pleasure.

At first she used her fingers — one, then two — to pump in and out of the juicy orifice, but Alice was thirsting for the nectar she’d tasted once before, now dripping from her hand, more of it with each thrust. Withdrawing those probing fingers with a liquid sound, the teen lunged forward and fastened her mouth to Mum’s pussy, desperate to drink as much as she could.

She feasted on the warm, wet flesh as though sucking the juice from an ice lolly on a scorching day. Her mum’s body was quivering from head to toe, and Alice knew it wouldn’t be long before she went off.

Recalling what Mum had done to her mere moments ago, Alice slipped a finger into the dark pink cleft between her mother’s buttocks, seeking out her anus. The angle of her penetration was off at first, making Jessica wince, but the second try succeeded, getting her finger all the way into Mum’s rectum.

This was enough to send Jess over the edge — and she covered her mouth with the palm of her hand as she let go, barely managing to stifle her cries as the pleasure grew steadily stronger, rising to an unimaginable peak.

Then she seemed to be floating in space, slowly drifting until she somehow found her way back into her body, wide open and sprawled out in a very lewd manner on the bed. Alice was kneeling between her legs, smiling blissfully at a breathless, very dazed Jessica.

Reaching out, Jess pulled her wonderful, clever girl to her, kissing the girl deeply, their sweat-glazed bodies sliding easily together. Eager for more, she urged Alice to move further up her body. At first, the teen didn’t understand what Mum wanted, but when Jess took hold of her firm buttocks and whispered, “Give me your pussy, sweetheart… Mummy wants to lick you again,” Alice moved into position, kneeling above her mother’s face and taking hold of the bed frame.

Guiding the twelve-year-old down to her waiting mouth, Jessica buried her tongue in the syrupy flesh, eagerly lapping at the juices that flowed freely down her chin.

Within moments, Alice had her second climax — shuddering, then briefly going stiff before slumping down over her mother’s face. Jessica’s tongue was still moving about in her daughter’s hole as she allowed the sweet, sticky cunt honey to ooze into her mouth and down her throat.

Finally, Alice dismounted her mum and lay down beside her. They drifted together in a languid embrace, exchanging a brief but tender kiss. Their eyes met.

“I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, my precious child.”

A moment’s silence, then Alice spoke up. “Mum?”

“Hmm?”

“We won’t… act like last time, will we? Y’know, how you and I kinda, um, pretended we never made love, and didn’t talk about it… maybe cause we were scared to?”

“No, sweetheart,” Jess replied, caressing her daughter’s face. “That time, I was feeling guilty, thinking what we’d done was wrong. Now, though…” She shook her head. “I don’t feel that way anymore. Society says that a mother and daughter shouldn’t be lovers, but I ask you — how can something this joyous, this perfect, possibly be wrong?”

“It can’t, huh?” Alice said, breaking into a smile.

“No, it can’t,” said Jessica, smiling back. “I don’t want to give this up, and neither do you. So we can keep, um… sharing pleasures together.”

“Sharing pleasures,” sighed the girl. “I like that.”

“We can’t let your sisters find out about this, though. They’re too young to understand.”

Alice had her own thoughts on that subject, but obligingly said, “Okay, Mum.”

“One more thing,” Jess continued. “If we’re going to be lovers, you and I both have to remember that I’m still your mum, and you’re still my daughter. When I ask you to set the table, I’m asking as your parent, not the woman who licked you the night before. And when you, oh, ask me for four quid to buy lipgloss, you’re talking to Mum, not your girlfriend. Understand?”

“Uh-huh,” Alice grinned. “And then you say, ‘Don’t you have enough shades of lipgloss already’?” They laughed, and the teen quickly added, “I do get it, though… and I think you’re right, Mum. I promise not to ever forget who you are, or who I am.” Then she grinned, blushing slightly. “Y’know, I don’t even want you to be my girlfriend. A mum who gives me special love… that’s miles better.”

“My sweet little girl,” Jess whispered, her eyes growing misty. “God, I adore you.” She pulled her daughter close, and they hugged again. “Okay, now give me one more kiss, and then let’s get ourselves some sleep.”

Alice tilted her face upwards, and their lips brushed together. It began as a gentle peck, but somehow they got carried away, and soon enough, their tongues were sparring in a very lustful fashion.

Finally, Jess forced herself to break away. “Oh, my… I already want you again, love.”

“Me too, but — but maybe we should, um, hold off, huh?”

“I think so,” Jess nodded. “Let’s dream about each other instead.”

“Yeah, let’s.” The girl’s expression became thoughtful. “Mum? Does Aunt Rachel really want to — to have sex with me?”

“Yes, she does,” Jess said.

“Well, would it be all right with you if… if I did do stuff with her…?”

“It would, sweetie. Rachel had an idea about something like that… but we didn’t get into much detail about it. Let’s discuss this later, okay? It’s a complicated subject, and we really need to get some sleep. It’s late.” She paused, then added, “I’ll tell you this, though — if you really want to go to bed with her, you’ll get your chance.”

“Cool,” Alice settled down, closing her eyes.

“Ready for lights out?”

“Uh-huh,” said Alice. “G’night, Mum.”

“Goodnight, sweetie.” Jessica reached over to switch off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

A moment’s silence, then Alice lifted her head. “Mum?”

“Hmmm?”

“What about you? Do you want to make love to Bella?”

Jess chuckled. “Of course I do — but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay? If we start talking about this now, we’ll be up for hours… and we’ll probably end up having sex again.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I kinda already feel like doing it some more.”

“No, no — let’s hold off, like you said. You can spend the night with me tomorrow — we’ll fuck each other silly.”

“Yeah,” Alice sighed. “I love fucking you, Mum. It’s the best thing ever.”

“Hmmm. I suppose you’re allowed to use that word when we’re in bed together… but don’t you let me hear you saying it anywhere else, of there’ll be the devil to pay. Now come on, love. Time to sleep.”

“Sure, Mum. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Her hand found Alice’s.

The room settled into a cozy silence as mother and daughter eased their way into slumber.

Over to: Chapter Eleven!

 

Ripples, Chapter 9

  • Posted on February 14, 2019 at 4:42 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica felt a pleasurable sensation coursing through her body as she slowly drifted into consciousness. She was in the midst of a waking dream, caught up in an endless Moebius strip of steamy lesbian fantasies, each one featuring women and girls she knew. Once upon a time, such a thing would have shocked her; now it seemed perfectly natural. And in the lion’s share of these imagined scenarios, her sex partner was a young girl — or girls.

Picturing herself with Sally was easy, seeing as she had her memories to rely on — only in this imagined version of their encounter, she enticed the comely teen up to her office, stripped the girl naked and took her on top of the desk, not even bothering to brush the paperwork aside.

Then it got even wilder: when she and Sally came, Jess glanced toward the unexpectedly open office door and saw several of the women and girls who worked for her, eagerly watching and touching themselves, all of them at least partially nude.

The vision changed. Now Sally was stretched out on the sofa, and Jessica was eagerly going down on her. She recalled the rich scent of the girl, the warm nectar of Sally’s pussy and how it coated her lips and chin.

Suddenly Jess felt another tongue burrow into her cunt. Startled, she glanced over her shoulder, only to see Alice there, the girl’s face buried in her arse, a wild look in her daughter’s eyes that made Jessica’s heart race — but once again, the image disappeared.

In the next scenario, Jess was in bed with her children, all of them stark naked. Alice was nuzzling her breasts, Katie was kissing her belly — and most unsettling of all, seven-year-old Poppy was blissfully licking her pussy. Even in the safety of slumber, the image frightened Jessica — so her mind quickly swiped it, and the girls vanished.

Now she was a witness, not a participant. She was watching Rachel and her daughter Bella, seeing them make love. Jess pictured herself in a plush accent chair, one leg thrown over the arm and a hand cupped under her breast, the thumb and forefinger rolling a swollen nipple. She was idly stroking her thigh with the other hand, occasionally using a finger to flick at her clitoris as the sight of Rachel and Bella, blissfully committing lesbian incest.

The scene shifted, only slightly this time. Now Rachel was lying on a bed with Bella kneeling on the floor trying to push her hand into her mother’s vagina, words of encouragement mixed with moans of ecstasy flowing from Rachel’s mouth.

The fantasy loop began to speed up, images of women she knew flashing past in a blur. As they rushed by, Jessica’s feelings of pleasure increased; she was amazed how real they felt.

A sudden jolt shook Jess into the land of the living, reminding her of where she was. She looked sideways, expecting to find Rachel sleeping beside her, but saw an empty pillow instead. Jess realised she was now awake, but somehow still felt the physical effects of her dream.

Glancing down at the bottom of the bed, she saw the source of her pleasure, lit by a stripe of light coming through a narrow gap in the curtains. The sheets were thrown back and a face was buried between her legs — a face that peered up to reveal a smiling Rachel, her lips glistening with Jessica’s nectar. “Morning, lover,” she said.

Raising herself from between Jessica’s thighs, Rachel crawled up to lie on top of her partner, planting kisses along the way, pausing to nuzzle her breasts. In response, Jess raked her fingernails down Rachel’s back, causing her friend to twitch.

Jess drew Rachel into her arms and kissed her. Then she felt something firm against her thigh.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Ah, well, you looked so good, just lying there asleep. Got me all hot and bothered, so I had a little poke through my toy box for something to continue your education.” She flashed Jess a bad-girl grin. “Ready to go back to school, lover?”

Seeing the puzzled look on Jessica’s face, Rachel slid back down to the foot of the bed and stood up. She was wearing a belt or harness of some kind around her waist and between her legs, with a flesh-coloured and very lifelike cock attached, complete with veins scrolling round the length of it.

Jess could only stare, her jaw gone slack. She’d seen a couple of strap-ons featured on Rachel’s lesbian DVD, but had never encountered one in person.

Rachel stood, hands resting on her curvaceous hips. “Mind you, this is just the training model; wait till we get to the big ones!”

“My God, I thought Mark was big! Then again, I didn’t have many to compare him with,” Jessica said, unable to tear her gaze from the appendage dangling before her.

Rachel laughed. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ve got lots of toys to try out and plenty of time. Someday, we’ll have to go on a little fun shopping trip to get you sorted. I’m guessing you don’t own a dildo or vibrator yourself?”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” Jess retorted indignantly. “As a matter of fact, I do own a vibrator.”

“Let me guess — you bought it at a party twenty years ago and it’s one of those hideous plain plastic affairs that sound like a dentist’s drill.“

“No doubt you have an extensive collection, then?” Jess retorted defensively, glancing around.

Rachel pointed to a large decorated box on the floor near the open wardrobe that appeared to contain a plethora of sex toys — all shapes, sizes and styles.

“My husband liked to watch me use them on myself and sometimes on him… that is, before he decided to get his boyfriend to roger him with the real thing instead. After I found out and booted him into touch, I decided to play the same game, So I had a few liaisons with some ladies who introduced me to the joys of toys. But enough chit-chat, let’s start class!”

With that, she grabbed Jessica’s ankles, causing her to squeal in surprise, and tugged the woman down until her wet pussy was at the edge of the bed. Kneeling down, she lubricated Jessie’s cunt with her tongue, then produced a small bottle of lube.

“As it’s your first fuck for a good few months, we’d better take it slow, in case it’s all healed up.” She opened the bottle and squeezed a bit of the clear liquid on the dildo. Closing and dropping the bottle, she used her hand to spread the lube over the length of the fake penis, then wiped her fingers along Jessica’s slit, making her jump a little.

“Raise your knees, love,” Rachel purred, now sliding her hand up and down the slippery sex toy as if she was jacking it off.

A storm of nervous anticipation was brewing inside Jess as she did as she was told, bracing herself for penetration. It had indeed been a long time since she’d been fucked, and she loved the idea of getting back into the game with a good hard shag from her best friend.

Bending her knees, Rachel carefully worked the tip of the silicone cock up and down through Jessica’s wet vaginal lips, then gently pushed against the slick hole, gaining access. She gradually increased her speed, going a little deeper each time. After a few strokes, she had the entirety of the sex toy buried inside her.

Jess threw her head back, clutching the blanket in her fists. Her vagina was now producing copious lubrication of its own, so Rachel began increasing the speed and depth of her thrusts, her hips pumping forward and back. After a minute or so, Jess began to thrash wildly, hooking her heels behind Rachel to pull her in as far as she could. She hadn’t felt anything substantial inside her for almost a year, her rare masturbation sessions limited to a couple of fingers and her clitoris. What she was feeling right now was a whole new ballgame.

Suddenly, she vented her climax in a loud scream, her body arching up from the bed.

Hastily withdrawing her cock, Rachel dove between Jessica’s legs, gluing her mouth to her lover’s cunt to get every drop of the tart fluids. With some still in her mouth, she quickly bent to kiss Jess to kiss her, giving back the sweet nectar.

Jess reached out, grabbing Rachel’s face with both hands, probing her mouth with an eager tongue. They thrashed around on the bed, locked in a passionate kiss, eventually coming to rest.

Rachel spoke first. “Much as I love the taste of you in the morning, I need orange juice and coffee. Fancy some breakfast?”

Jess stared at her friend in disbelief, unable to speak, finally just giving a brief nod. She was wondering what other lesbian sensations she had yet to discover… and why no-one had ever told her about them until now. Two weeks ago, the only person she knew for certain had gone to bed with a woman was her sister Laura. Funny how she and I have never really talked about her being gay, Jess thought. Of course, Laura had never really volunteered much information about her relationships with women; Jess didn’t even know how many she’d been with.

Rachel rose, then helped Jess out of bed. They went down to the kitchen naked but for short, light robes, where Rachel made toast and coffee for them both. They made small talk, skirting round their nighttime pleasures, occasionally exchanging a shy glance.

Taking a look at the clock on the wall, Jess stood. “I really have to get going; it’s nearly nine o’clock and I have a busy day ahead. I’m going over early to pick the girls up from Blanche’s house — I promised to have coffee with her. Want me to bring Cindy home?”

“That would be great, Jess. Tell you what, I’ll pick Alice up from the school later when I get Bella. Then we can swap daughters.”

They both looked at each other — suddenly aware of how that sounded, given their conversation of the previous night, and laughed. “You know what I mean.” Rachel clarified.

“I’m not sure I do now,” said Jess, shaking her head. You might corrupt my baby girl, the same way you did me.”

Rachel put a hand on her heart. “I wouldn’t do that! Well, not unless you were with me. Anyway, you’ve already gone there, by the sound of it.”

Jess wondered how they’d gotten to the point where she was making jokes about sharing her daughter with Rachel. She didn’t have an answer.

Running a hand through her tousled hair, she said, “I’d better get dressed. Don’t want to alert the neighbours about our lesbian shenanigans by running across the road in the altogether.”

“I dare you,” teased Rachel.

Jess just rolled her eyes, “You fucking loony,” she said, but with a grin.

Hand in hand, they went upstairs to the master bath, where Rachel suggested they share the large shower — an invitation that Jess was helpless to refuse.

Inside, they soaped one another, pausing to squeeze and tweak each other’s nipples while exchanging heated kisses under the flowing water. Taking control, like a pupil turned on the teacher, Jess turned her companion round and pushed her — gently, but with underlying force — against the tiled wall. Rachel gave a little squeal of delight as Jess moved close behind her, nuzzling the smaller woman’s neck and ears.

Rachel let out a low moan. “Oh babe, you’re learning fast.”

Gathering up a handful of creamy lather, Jess slipped a hand round to Rachel’s tummy, reaching down to slide a finger between the juicy lips of the woman’s shaved slit. As she fingered the clitoris, Rachel pushed back against her, so Jess used her other soapy hand to part her lover’s pert buttocks. She eased her middle finger into Rachel’s arse, working it in and out of the smaller hole, kissing and nibbling her ear under the cascade of steaming water.

Rachel climaxed — throwing her head back, then sagging where she stood, slumped against the slippery tiles that lined the shower wall. Turning to face Jessica, Rachel kissed her, then smiled. “Mmmm, I’m beginning to think I’ve created a bloody monster here.”

Jess laughed. “Well, I have to make up for lost time. It’s never too late to realise your dreams — even if you’ve never had dreams this wild before!” They kissed again, then quickly rinsed off and emerged, glistening and pink, from the shower.

Once they’d dried each other, Jess slipped on her shoes and dress, which still held the scent of their coupling, but her thong had gone missing. Deciding it was probably unfit to wear anyway, she decided to go commando. The reason she couldn’t find it was that Rachel had slipped the skimpy thong under her pillow, to fuel the masturbation session she was already anticipating after Jess was gone.

They stopped at the front door and looked at each other. “That really was a lovely night, Rach. I can’t thank you enough for opening my eyes. I don’t know exactly what happens now… just that I want more of it.”

“What are friends for?” Rachel said, touching Jessica’s cheek, then pulling her in for one last kiss. “Give some thought to what I said last night, and let’s talk about it tomorrow.” Jess looked at her quizzically. Seeing her confusion, Rachel just said, “About our girls…?”

“Oh, yes,” Jess said, nodding her head. “I’ve been thinking about what we discussed. First, I need to have a little chat with Alice, about where things stand with us… but I’m beginning to think that you’re right, that we ought to give our daughters some kind of, um…”

“Guidance?” Rachel suggested.

“That’s it. Our girls need guidance in matters of, of sexuality — and like you said, who’s better suited to offer that guidance than their mums, right?”

“I think we’re definitely on the same wavelength here,” said Rachel. “Call me tomorrow, and we’ll discuss it. Until then… goodbye, love.”

With that she opened the door to let Jess out, closing it after her and leaning against it with a satisfied smile. Then she remembered her memento of Jessica, and hastened back up to her room. Fishing the tiny piece of silk that still held the aroma of her friend’s cunt from beneath her pillow, Rachel brought it to her nose and inhaled deeply before spotting the discarded dildo, resting on the nightstand.

She picked it up and licked at the juices that were still evident on the toy’s surface, pushing the length of it into her mouth to get as much as possible before flopping down on her bed, spreading her thighs and thrusting it into her own cunt to mingle her fluids with the remnants on the toy. It took less than a minute before Rachel gasped through a shattering climax.

*****

As Jess got to the gate, she looked round to see if anyone was about. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and focused on a home a hundred yards away. It was Abby, coming out of Mel’s house. Jess stopped to conceal herself by a large bush — partly in case they saw her coming out of Rachel’s in the walk of shame, partly to observe them.

As she looked on, Abby glanced quickly around, then leaned into Mel, kissing her briefly, but not in the way friends do. Jessica’s suspicions were confirmed — in the words of Billy Paul, her friends ‘got a thing goin’ on‘ and this had clearly been the case for a lot longer than last night.

Jess waited until Abby walked away toward her own house, then she quickly stepped across the road to her front door, storing this tidbit of information for another day.

*****

After dressing somewhat more appropriately in jeans and a t-shirt, Jess drove to the Turner estate to pick up the girls. The mothers had been asked to collect their children around midday — but after calling ahead, Jess arrived over an hour early for coffee, just as she’d promised Blanche the day before. Although it had been beneficial to cultivate a good customer relationship with Blanche, given the doors that could open for her, they had also formed a genuine friendship as two successful, intelligent women of business.

The security gates opened for her almost immediately, and she drove up to the house, as impressed this time as when she’d first seen it. As she parked the car, the front door opened but instead of Blanche, her personal assistant Grace Cooper came out to greet her.

“Hello Ms, Matthews,” she called as Jess emerged from her vehicle.

“Please, it’s just Jessica.” She’d met Grace a few times before, at the various events she attended with Blanche. Jess found her likable, but never really had a chance to speak with her for any length of time before she ran off to attend to something for Blanche. She seemed to be in her early thirties, and despite the smart attire she wore at those events, Jess got the impression that Grace was concealing her femininity behind a businesslike exterior.

At Blanche’s home, though, Grace seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, now standing before Jess in a light summery dress, her hair down in a loose ponytail, and without the steel-framed glasses she usually wore. Jess approached her, impressed by what she saw. This seems more like the real, honest Grace, she thought.

“Jessica, sorry. Please come through. Blanche — er, Mrs. Turner is out in the garden with the children.”

They passed through the beautiful, expensively decorated large hallway that led from the front to the back of the house, then onto the large terrace at the rear, overlooking an expanse of green and colourful gardens. There were various children’s playthings spread across one corner near the terrace, including swings, a slide, trampoline, a Wendy house big enough to sleep in, and a climbing frame. There were at least a dozen little girls playing, all giggling and shouting to each other.

As before, Blanche extended a warm greeting. “Thank you, Grace. Hello, Jessica! Lovely to see you again. Thanks for coming.”

Jess hugged Blanche, just as she usually did — but now her heightened senses, raised by recent events and the presence of lovely female bodies, caused her to react to the touch of the other woman’s breasts, her nipples becoming stiff in an instant.

As they parted, Jessica found herself looking at Blanche in a different way, noticing how attractive she was, feeling her face get warm. Good grief! she thought. Am I going to react this way from now on, every single time I see an attractive woman?

Blanche couldn’t help but observe Jessica’s slight lingering look. She also took note of the state of her guest’s erect nipples through her blouse, and gave a wry, knowing smile.

Leading Jess over to a wrought-iron patio table, Blanche said, “Have a seat, and excuse me while I fetch the coffee. Oh, and can you keep an eye on the girls, in case they get over-exuberant?”

“Happy to, Blanche.” Jess replied.

Jess watched as the large group of girls raced about, playing with what seemed like boundless energy. Blanche returned a couple of minutes later with a large coffee pot, cups and a plate of small biscuits on a tray. She poured the coffee, and Jess asked, “So, how’s the party going?”

As Blanche shared the details and regaled Jess with various amusing episodes from that day and the previous night, they watched over the girls. They engaged in general chit-chat, mostly about their daughters, until Katie and Poppy suddenly noticed their mother and ran over to hug her, both talking at once about the party and what fun they’d had.

“Whoa! Slow down, you can tell me all about it later,” she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender.

“Look what I can do, Mum!” cried Katie as she dashed towards the climbing frame, where Blanche’s little girl Savannah was already dangling from the bars.

Both girls grabbed the overhead bar, swung their legs up through their arms to hook them over the frame, then let go their hands to hang upside down. This caused their dresses to hang down over their upper bodies, exposing their small cotton panties and in Katie’s case, her flat chest.

Jess watched closely as they hung from the bars, her eyes drawn to the junction of both girls’ legs, where the tight little panties they wore outlined their vulvas, accentuating their small slits like little peaches. Katie’s nipples were exposed and, as the young girls swung back and forth, Jess recalled her night with Alice, the image of her youthful naked body, then the conversation with Rachel about “educating” their daughters.

Suddenly Jess felt hot, and began to experience a slight dizziness. Her vision blurred slightly, her mouth started to dry and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Jessica’s youngest daughter didn’t want to be outdone, so Poppy yelled, “Now watch me, Mum!” as she performed a cartwheel, exposing her own pink cotton panties. She called for her friend Annabelle, Blanche’s youngest daughter, to do the same.

Eight-year-old Annabelle copied Poppy, but as her dress fell down over her face, Jess saw she was not wearing panties, fully exposing her baby-smooth vagina.

Without meaning to, Jess gave an audible gasp. Her elbow was resting on the armrest of the chair and her fingers lightly touched her jeans-clad thigh. Without thinking, she placed her fingertips against the apex of her thighs, applying pressure to the front of her jeans in an attempt to dampen the rising arousal in her loins.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Jess swung her head round at the sound of Blanche’s voice. She was lost for words, struggling to answer or interpret the meaning behind them.

“In a way, it’s a shame they have to grow up — don’t you think, Jessica? They’re so innocent and naive at this age, so flexible and eager to… learn new things.”

Looking directly at Blanche, Jess felt like a deer in headlights. Somehow, she finally managed to respond. “Yes, I suppose so,” then focused her attention on selecting a biscuit.

What Jessica hadn’t seen was Blanche observing her as she stared at their exhibitionist daughters. She saw something in the tall redhead — first, in the way Jess had looked at her breasts earlier, then in the way her eyes shone, her nostrils flared, how she’d licked her lips and, most damning, the audible reaction at the sight of little Anabelle’s lack of knickers. As if those signs weren’t enough, Blanche was almost certain that she could detect a small, slightly damp patch forming on the front of Jessica’s jeans.

She elected not to press the matter, but stored the information and quickly changed the subject. Still, the beginnings of a very interesting idea were already forming in her head.

“How’s the store doing, Jessica? These are difficult times for some businesses. The new rates are high, but I suppose that’s the cost of ensuring that our town and the high street continue to flourish.”

“It’s doing very well, thank you Blanche,” Jess responded, glad of the switch to something, anything to take her mind off the girls. “Business is booming, and as long as I keep up with the trends and give my customer base what it wants, I’ll be doing fine.” The last point was deliberate, to assure Blanche that her shop would always provide the bespoke service she expected.

“Jessica, have you thought of opening another shop, one aimed at those who are willing to pay a premium for bespoke couture? You know as well as I the type of clientele who live in this area attend plenty of society events, jaunt to London for film premieres, get themselves seen at all the latest hot spots. It strikes me that there’s a place in our community for these more high-end customers… and I think that you’re the person to run it. If you’re interested, I could use my contacts to look out for premises for you.”

Jess slowly nodded. “It’s certainly worth considering. I hadn’t given much thought to opening a second shop. I’d want to talk it through with my accountant.”

“Well, if you need anything, I’d be more than willing to help… in any way I can.”

There was something odd about the way Blanche had spoken that last sentence, something that left Jess feeling slightly puzzled. She thought there was an undertone to the woman’s words, but wasn’t sure of the hidden message — or indeed, if there was any.

“Thank you, Blanche,” Jessica said. “I mean that; it’s very kind of you. You’ve certainly given me something to think about.”

They chatted about more mundane subjects for a few minutes, then the other mothers started to arrive to collect their kids. Jess called out to Katie and Poppy and told them to tell Cindy that they would be taking her home.

As the girls began to collect their things, Jess turned to Blanche. “Thank you for inviting the girls… and for the coffee and chat. I’ll certainly give some serious thought to what we were discussing.”

“It was a pleasure, I assure you. I always enjoy talking to you, Jessica; I think we have much in common.” She smiled, looking deeply into Jessica’s eyes and lightly touched her upper arm, lingering and allowing her hand to slide down to the elbow.

It suddenly occurred to Jess that Blanche might be coming on to her. Does she know? Can she tell, somehow? She’d heard of gaydar, and never given it much thought, but now Jess wondered if she was giving off some kind of lesbian vibe without intending to.

“It’s always lovely to see you, too,” she said, unsure how else to respond.

With that, they hugged goodbye, Blanche’s lips touching her cheek for a few heartbeats longer than usual. That was when Jessica’s nipples began to harden again, so she turned to look for the girls. It took a few minutes to gather up three still-lively kids, along with their personal items, but eventually, they managed to make a graceful exit.

After dropping Cindy off at Rachel’s and arriving home, she made sandwiches for the girls and herself, all the while listening to her daughters’ account of the play centre and party, including the gossip gathered during the sleepover. After they ate, Jess sent the girls off to play while she did the washing up.

An hour later, Rachel dropped her eldest daughter off, greeting Jess with a kiss blown through the car window while Alice approached the house. Jess found herself blushing, already anticipating their next time together.

Seconds later, her arms were full of Alice, who hugged her mother tightly, then looked up at her with adoring eyes. “Hi, Mum,” she cooed. “I missed you.”

Jessica felt her heart swell as she gazed down at her daughter. “Missed you too, love,” she replied. “Welcome back.” The sight of Alice’s lovely face tied Jess up in knots. She longed to bend down and kiss that pretty mouth, explore it with her tongue. And something in her daughter’s smile told her that Alice saw her desire, understood and shared it.

Her heart pounding mercilessly, Jess broke their embrace, stepping away from the girl. “Um, are you hungry, dear?” she said. “We just had sandwiches — can I make you one?”

“Sure, Mum.”

As Jess prepared her daughter’s favorite — ham and mustard on pumpernickel, with a slice of tomato — Alice told of her weekend and the exciting activities they’d participated in, from zip wires in the forest to kayaking to building a shelter. After their earlier moment of intimacy, though, the girl seemed a little distracted.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Jessica said, certain that she knew what was on her daughter’s mind.

Pushing her empty plate away, Alice gave her mother a warm smile. “Sure, Mum. I’m just a little tired from the coach journey. Also, we stayed up kinda late talking last night.”

“Well, you can go and lie down for awhile, but put your dirty clothes in the basket first. If you have anything muddy, bring it down now and I’ll pop it in the wash.”

Drawing close, Alice gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, then — see you later.”

Jess watched her go upstairs, thinking of the discussion she’d had with Rachel about their daughters, and how her friend had suggested that they take a hands-on approach to teaching the girls about lesbian sex. Rachel made it awfully clear where she wanted to put that hand, too — in her daughter Bella’s knickers.

Lord knows, I can’t fault Rach for having these feelings, not after what I did with Alice… and what I might still do with her.

I want to make love to my daughter again, and Alice wants me. That much I know. She and I have been tiptoeing around this subject for days now. It’s a situation that needs to be dealt with.

Then the realisation struck her. Haven’t I already taken the next step? I found those dirty knickers of mine, hidden in Alice’s room… and instead of taking them back, I used them to rub myself off. Soon as she takes those panties out to play with, she’ll know.

Come what may, I kept our little dance of desire going. Guess the next move will be hers.

Just then, she heard the sound of her daughters chatting and laughing coming from upstairs, and smiled as she washed the last of the dishes. It’s nice to have them all back, she thought. After a few minutes, the noise died down. She suspected that all three of the girls were taking naps, and decided to go quietly up the stairs to peek in on them.

Poppy was fast asleep and cuddling her favourite soft toy, an old Steiff teddy bear — not quite antique, but expensive anyway. Her father had bought it for her, probably as a guilt offering for leaving. He’d told Poppy that it wasn’t a toy, but a special friend she must always look after. As her youngest was only four at the time, Poppy didn’t really understand, but was careful anyway and gave the bear pride of place on her shelf. Then Mum took her to a teddy bear shop a year or so later where she saw a whole shop full of them, lovingly looked after, some over a hundred years old. From that day on, the child truly understood how special her teddy was, and treated it with the utmost reverence.

Jess smiled and closed the door, then checked on Katie, who was sitting on her bed reading. Her middle daughter adored books, and could lose herself in one for hours on end. Engrossed in a book of fairytales, Katie didn’t even see her mum at the door.

Finally, Jessica looked in on Alice, who was lying on her bed, eyes closed and with earphones on. She’d changed into her pajamas, and Jess felt a twinge of helpless longing at the sight. That girl looks luscious in anything she wears.

Jess pictured herself creeping into the room, moving over to Alice’s bed on cat feet, where she’d take hold of the waistband of those pajama bottoms and tug them down, baring the girl’s bum — in her fantasy, Alice had gone without knickers, of course — then burying her face in those angel-soft cheeks, extending her tongue to lick at her daughter’s rosebud…

Enough, for fuck’s sake! Taking herself firmly in hand, Jessica turned to walk away, feeling uncomfortably lightheaded and warm all over. Go take care of the washing, damn it. Get your mind out from between Alice’s legs.

With a sigh, Jess went into the main bathroom to retrieve the laundry.

The first step was to switch the clothes from the wicker basket to the large plastic bin she used to tote the washing to the machine. Flipping the wicker top, she reached for the first handful of soiled garments — then paused.

Lying on top was a pair of dark pink panties. Alice’s.

Extending a quivering hand, Jess plucked them up. Were they still warm from her daughter’s body? Looking closer, she saw a small, dark stain in the gusset. A touch confirmed that the spot was still moist.

She was just wearing these.

Looking over her shoulder, Jessica nudged the door shut, then pressed the soft cotton underpants to her face, breathing in deeply. The scent of her eldest child was strong — intoxicating, even.

She glanced back at the closed door again before bringing the damp patch to her lips and sucking the material into her mouth, losing herself in the thick flavor of Alice’s womanhood. It took all the strength she possessed to keep from moaning out loud.

A sudden pang of guilt arose and, realising that she could be caught at any moment, Jess quickly dropped the pink knickers back into the washing, then emptied the wicker hamper into the plastic bin, which she carried downstairs and loaded into the machine.

Making her way back to the kitchen, she tried to push the memory of what she’d just done to one side by getting an early start on dinner.

*****

Alice relaxed on her bed. She was lying on her tummy, listening to music with eyes closed and thinking of the lovely warm hug that she and Mum had just shared. She’d indulged in a naughty fantasy about her mother on the first night on the Girl Scout trip. Now, being back home and in Mum’s arms had Alice giddy with desire.

Just the smell of her… God, that smell makes me feel all crazy and wild inside, Alice mused, squeezing her thighs together. And no one, NO ONE gives hugs like she does. I’d do just about anything to have her hold me like that again — only this time, with both of us bare naked.

Thoughts of her mum weren’t the only thing that had aroused Alice, not on that weekend. For one thing, the big cabin they’d stayed in had a large dormitory area, and there were four girls in each room, with precious little in the way of privacy.

Alice couldn’t help but sneak glances at the other girls while in their underthings, sometimes even less. Just like in the showers after gym class, she found herself fascinated by the bodies of her roommates — each one different, each one beautiful in some way. Unfortunately, all three of the girls sharing her cabin were absolutely obsessed with boys — so the idea of getting so much as a kiss from any of them was a non-starter.

In her bed after lights out, Alice quietly masturbated, thinking of girls and women she wanted to make love to — classmates, a few teachers, her best friend Bella (and her mum), the teenage cutie who worked at the local curry house, and others. Most of all, though, Alice longed to go to bed with her mother again — and to introduce her nine-year-old sister Katie to the pleasures of love between girls. In fact, the night before leaving for her trip, she’d even fingered herself to an orgasm while lost in a fantasy of going down on her baby sister Poppy, who was only seven.

Ever since she’d stumbled upon a certain erotic website that was filled with stories about sex between mothers, daughters, sisters, aunts and more, Alice had developed a real interest in lesbian incest — an interest that had grown into outright obsession.

Now she was wistfully thinking once again of that hug. While enfolded in the cozy embrace, Alice’s eyes had drifted open to a close-up view of Mum’s neck — and she’d felt a dangerous impulse to draw in closer and lick that elegant neck, then trail her tongue up to the woman’s mouth and kiss her mum like a lover.

Alice suddenly rolled over and sat up, quickly removing the earpieces she wore. She’d planned to hold off on touching her pussy until later that night, but these lustful thoughts of Mum had the teen practically panting for release.

She reached for her pillow, where her mother’s soiled knickers were stashed, the ones she’d pilfered from Mum’s laundry basket three days earlier — only to experience a rush of panic as it registered for the first time that her room had been tidied up, the bed made.

Shit!” she hissed. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”

Snatching up the guilty pillow, Alice thrust a hand inside, blindly feeling about for her hidden treasure — then gave out with an enormous sigh of relief when her fingers encountered silk. Still there. She shook her head impatiently, withdrawing the skimpy panties from the pillowcase. You got lucky this time, damn it, she scolded herself. Either find a better place to hide these, or put them back where you got them!

Pressing this erotic prize to her face, Alice inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened in surprise — had the scent of them gotten stronger, somehow?

She contemplated how that could be, seeing as she’d nicked her mum’s panties from the laundry basket a few days ago, and the scent had been waning before she left for Wales. She took another sniff, then studied the worn knickers, surprised to see them stained in a way they hadn’t been before. What on earth…?

Then it hit her. Oh my god, Mum DID find them. But instead of getting mad at me for stealing her panties, she used them to masturbate with… then put them back in the pillowcase for me to find!

Oh. My. GOD.

Alice was awash in a wave of euphoria. She’d been wondering for days what her mum’s true feelings were about that night when they had made love… and if she wanted it to happen again as much as Alice did. These soiled knickers, now resting in her hands, held the answer the twelve-year-old sought.

Tonight, Alice told herself. Tonight, I’ll be paying Mum a visit. Bet she’ll be expecting me, too.

Her desire now stoked to a fever pitch, Alice began to undress. She stripped naked but for her socks, then slipped into a terrycloth robe, stashing her mum’s knickers in the front pocket. Seating herself at the desk, she opened her laptop and went to the erotic website she liked so much, then clicked on an author she liked. Alice selected a mother-daughter story, sat back in her chair and began to read, the robe wide open, a hand resting in her lap. The stairs that led to the bedrooms creaked loudly, so she would have time to close the laptop and cover herself if Mom came up.

Or maybe I’ll let her catch me, she thought.

The story was a good one, about a girl of thirteen who catches her mother masturbating and, when the older woman reacts with embarrassment, asks to be allowed to join her. The mother hesitantly consents, and they begin to finger their cunts in full view of one another.

Alice was so engrossed in this tale that she didn’t see or hear a small figure slip into the room. She touched herself between the legs, lightly teasing her little button of pleasure.

Suddenly a voice came from behind. “What’s that you’re reading?”

Alice started, her face a portrait of fear and surprise. Standing close by and looking almost over her shoulder was her younger sister Katie. Hastily covering her nudity, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying to even her heartbeat.

“Damn it, Katie, you scared me silly! It’s nothing, just homework.”

The younger girl’s expression was stern. “No, it’s not. I can read, y’know. It says something about a girl taking off her clothes. Are you reading a rude story? Where are your clothes, anyhow? Why were you touching yourself down there? What’s this web–”

Alice held up a hand, trying to halt her little sister’s barrage of questions. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you, but close the bloody door! And help me keep an ear out, just in case Mum comes up, all right?”

“Fine.” Katie moved to shut the door.

Alice studied her younger sister thoughtfully. Getting interrupted while masturbating had annoyed her at first, but now she saw Katie’s nosiness as a real opportunity for the two of them to get closer. She already knows that I like girls… now’s my chance to show her exactly what that means.

Katie looked inquisitively at her big sister. “So what kind of story is this, huh?”

“You were right, Kay — it’s a dirty story,” said Alice.

“Is it about girls doing things with other girls? Cause that’s what you like, right?”

Alice nodded. “Yeah, and keep your voice down. Look, I wanted to know about what lesbians do, so I found these stories and videos. Now, I use them for fun.”

“Can I see one of the videos?” asked Katie.

Oh, wow, this couldn’t be better. Alice was thrilled, though doing her best to conceal that from her little sister. “Well… I guess you can. But only if you’re quiet, and only if you swear not to tell Mum, or anyone.”

“Pinky swear,” Katie replied, proffering her little finger.

Okay, then,” said Alice, and they hooked fingers. She knew that when Katie made a promise, her little sister could be trusted to keep it.

Turning back to the screen, Alice clicked over to her favourite website for erotic film clips, which she’d already linked to the lesbian page. She scrolled through the various offerings, looking for something sweet and romantic — nothing too wild…

Ah, perfect!

The clip she chose was called Lovers in the Morning, featuring two girls who barely appeared to be of age. Not only that, there was a certain resemblance between them, enough that they could pass for sisters.

“Here’s a good one,” Alice murmured, turning to glance at Katie, who was already wide-eyed from the images of lesbian love at the website that her big sister had just gone through.

The scene began with the two girls, asleep and curled up together in bed, both naked. The eyes of one of the girls fluttered open; she yawned, then began to caress the body of her partner. There were some lovely shots of a hand slowly gliding over soft skin, of the girl’s lips brushing her lover’s neck.

Now the other girl was awake. They shared a smile, then slowly drew together in a tender kiss, one that soon became increasingly heated. Katie whispered, “Oh, wow,” at a close-up shot of one girl, slowly licking in a circle around the parted lips of her companion.

Now the girls were making love for real, their bodies sliding together, hands exploring. A tongue emerged to lick a swollen nipple, two fingers traced the rosy cleft of a shaved pussy.

Katie’s mouth was hanging open as she took it all in. Moistening her lips, she spoke. “Have… have you really done this stuff, Allie? With another girl? Clothes off and, and everything?”

Alice fought back an impulse to smile. Her sister was clearly enthralled by the onscreen action, just as she’d hoped. “Yeah, I have. And other things, too. Keep watching, it gets even hotter.”

Catching a slight movement in the corner of her eye, Katie stole a glance at her sister, who seemed to be too busy watching the video to notice. Alice’s hand was nestled between her thighs once more, and she was fingering herself.

“What are you doing with your hand?”

Alice flicked her head around. “I’m touching my pussy, like that girl in the video is doing to her girlfriend. It feels really good.” She frowned, studying her sister. “Don’t you ever touch yourself, then?”

“Um, no,” Katie said. “I heard other girls talking about it, but it sounded weird to me.” She paused. “Well… I did it for a little bit once, when I was having a bath. It felt kinda tingly, but that was all. I don’t get what the big deal is.”

“So… that was the only time?”

“Uh-huh. But you like touching yourself, huh? Maybe I was doing it wrong.”

“You were,” said Alice. “Listen, you’ve gotta learn how, Kay. Making yourself come is the best thing ever. Okay, not quite as good as sex with a girl, but close.”

“Wow. Yeah, that’s the word those girls used, ‘come’.” Katie began to speak, hesitated, then she said in a small, timid voice, “Can you, um, show me?”

Heart throbbing, Alice slowly turned her chair until she was facing her ten-year-old sister. She spread her legs wide apart, then reached between them with both hands to open the petals of her flower.

“Okay, this is my vagina. If I stroke it up and down, it feels really nice. You need to be gentle at first, though, or you might hurt yourself. You can rub the open part, or to the sides — it’s all good. The best thing to do is play around some, figure out what you really like.”

“Uh-huh,” said Katie, focused on her big sister’s cunt as if hypnotised.

“See this little button here? This is called a clit, and if you play with it, you can make yourself go off like a firework! That’s what it feels like to come.”

”Okay. The clit. Got it.”

“Then you can go inside your pussy,” Alice continued. “That’s lots of fun, too — but you gotta be careful when you’re getting started. Don’t just stuff a finger in there, go slow. Here, move closer, get a good look.”

Katie knelt down before Alice and watched as her big sis slid a finger into her vagina, then brought it out to show.

“See? Your pussy gets all juicy inside. That’s so it makes it easier to push your fingers in… or for a boy to put his willy in you, if that’s what you like.”

“Cool!” Katie exclaimed. “Can I try?”

To Alice’s astonishment, Katie didn’t slip a hand into her own shorts — instead, baby sister reached out her hand and pushed her finger into big sister’s pussy — where Alice’s finger had been just a moment earlier. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt through her body, made the teen catch her breath.

Then Alice watched in complete shock as Katie lifted that wet finger to her face to take a closer look, then cautiously sniffed at it. “Hmm. It smells like…” She was thinking.

“Like what?”

Katie shrugged. “Something… different. Maybe like that Greek wine Mummy drinks?”

“Could be, I guess. I dunno, it just smells like pussy to me. I love it!” Watching Katie bring her finger close and inhale again, Alice got a very wicked idea. “Lick it,” she said.

Katie looked at her. “What?”

“Go on, it’s nice.” Glancing at the still-playing video, she pointed at the screen. “See? Look at that!” One of the girls in the porn clip was licking her companion’s bare slit — slowly, sensually.

Her sister studied the scene, clearly balancing the pros and cons — then, making her decision, Katie took the wet finger into her mouth. The sight made Alice rub her pussy again, ready to make herself come.

She had barely begun when a call came from downstairs. “Girls, dinner’s ready! Katie, can you wake Poppy and let her know?”

The sisters stared at one another, unable to stir. Then they heard Mum’s voice, coming from the foot of the staircase. “Girls?” A moment’s silence, then their mother was climbing the stairs.

Pushing her laptop shut, Alice cried, “Coming, Mum! I’ll get the others.”

The footsteps retreated, and the girls quickly moved. Casting her robe to one side, Alice struggled into knickers, then threw on a t-shirt. Turning to Katie, she said, “Make sure to wash your hands!” Both girls went onto the landing, and Alice poked her head round Poppy’s door to see her littlest sister begin to stir.

“C’mon, Popstar,” she said. “Time for dinner.”

Hurrying into the bath, Alice joined Katie at the sink, the two sisters exchanging grins as they took turns scrubbing their hands.

“Listen, sis,” Alice murmured, “let’s hang out some time when Mom’s at work, and I’ll show you some more cool stuff, okay?”

“Um, sure, okay!” Katie replied, thrilled to be taken into her big sister’s confidence — especially when it came to adult matters. “Thanks, Alice — thanks so much!”

“No problem,” Alice said, giving the ten-year-old a wink. “You done?”

“Oh, yeah, I guess.” Shutting the water off, Katie briskly towelled her hands dry.

Exiting the bath, the older girls met Poppy at the top of the stairs, and they all three happily made their way down to the evening meal.

Continue to Chapter Ten!

 

So Soft, So Sweet

  • Posted on February 4, 2019 at 2:53 pm

By JetBoy

(I’ve explored a similar theme in my older story “On a Rainy Night,” but for some reason I felt like using the idea again. Maybe I’m just aroused by the concept of using comfort as a means of seduction. Or maybe thunderstorms just get me hot and bothered. Anyhow, do enjoy.)

*****

I was lost to the world, caught up in a deep slumber in the midst of a rainstorm — but when a massive thunderclap shook the foundations of the house, I was awakened when I heard my seven-year-old daughter Tina begin to cry. Pushing the covers to one side, I struggled to my feet, intent on going to comfort my baby girl — but then I saw her shivering at the bedroom door in her nightie, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Muh-Mommy,” she whimpered, “I’m scared.” A flash of lightning lit up the outside world, throwing her silhouette onto the bedroom wall. She cried out in terror as the thunderclap crashed across the sky an instant later.

“It’s just a storm, sweetie,” I said in the most soothing tone I could muster. “Nothing to be scared of.”

Tina ran trembling fingers through her blonde tresses and edged closer to the bed, unconvinced by my calm demeanor. “Can I sleep with you?” she beseeched.

I nodded and lifted the covers up for her. “Sure, sweetie. Come on in.”

Tina slipped quickly under the covers, giving me a shaky smile as I placed a pillow beneath her head. A dazzling burst of light flooded the room for an instant, then she ducked under the blanket with a squeal as the thunder smashed down like a fist. It was a pretty nasty night out, I had to admit.

Slipping back into bed, I lay down beside Tina and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Goodnight, angel,” I whispered, touching her chin with a finger. “Don’t worry, now — I’ll keep you safe from that nasty thunder. See you in the morning.”

Tina gazed up at me with those big, beautiful sapphire eyes and whispered, “I love you, Mommy.” It made me lightheaded, hearing her say those words. Those simple, embracing words.

“Love you too, sweetie,” I smiled, my eyes becoming moist.

Tina yawned heavily, then rolled onto her side, nestling into me. I snuggled up close and pressed my pelvis to her bottom, slipping both arms around my baby girl’s waist.

Outside, rain lashed the window as the wind roared and hissed. Unlike my little girl, I enjoyed being snug in bed when a storm was raging outside. The warmth of the bed comforted me. The sound of the storm put me in mind of how lucky I was to be alive with a beautiful daughter like Tina.

But I was having other thoughts as well. Secret, forbidden thoughts that would shock most mothers.

My husband died five years ago. Tina was two then. A drunk driver failed to stop at a red light and t-boned David’s car, killing him instantly.

So all of a sudden, I became a single mother. I couldn’t bring myself to hunt for another guy. First, because I missed David so much. He was the only man I’d ever had as a lover, and I adored him. Second, because all my other romantic partners had been women.

When I met David, I thought of myself as a lesbian; he changed my mind about that. We married, and I never once regretted it. But when he was gone, I began to long for the gentle touch of a woman. Not yet ready to commit to a full-time relationship, I limited myself to one-night stands, or the occasional romp in the sheets with a female friend.

Recently, though, I’d been experiencing lesbian stirrings of a new, unexpected kind… and they left me shaken, uneasy, and very, very aroused.

Last Friday night, while walking past my daughter’s bedroom, I glanced through her partially-open door and saw Tina rubbing her vagina through her underpants. She was lying on her bed cuddling a doll with her right arm as she pressed the crotch of her panties into her moist slit. I know it was moist because the front of her panties were visibly damp.

I didn’t enter the room or disturb her, of course; just observed from the passageway. She moaned quietly to herself, pressing fingers against her vulva until her face was contorted with childish pleasure. I swear that I could see the delicate contours of her cunt through those buttercup-yellow underpants.

Then and there, I experienced a strange, overwhelming sensation while watching my daughter pleasure herself. The sensation was one of both need and hunger. I’d never experienced lesbian desire for a child before and I’d never touched or considered touching a little girl, either — certainly not my own daughter.

The desire that I felt that Friday night, watching Tina masturbate in the moonlight, seemed almost like a dream — but it was very real, and shook me to the core.

I wanted her. Plain and simple. I wanted to touch her childish body in ways I never had before. I wanted to nuzzle between her legs, to lick her vagina. To kiss her with passion — and lust. To come closer to my little girl than most moms would ever get. I wanted to step beyond the relationship we knew, to become my daughter’s lover.

The revelation hit me like a blast from a shotgun. Tina was beautiful. Tina was sexual. She was the most divine creature I’d ever feasted my eyes on. Now I wanted to taste her beauty. I wanted to caress her and give her pleasure — then, to teach her to love me in the same way.

Now, on this storm-buffeted night, Tina slept soundly, her left cheek resting on the pillow, her panty-clad bottom pressed to my groin. I lay quite still beside her, my body curled around hers. I sensed that I was standing at a doorway, a threshold into a new way of living, of loving. It was frightening, yet every fiber of my being ached to experience this forbidden passion with my child.

Tina was warm against me — snug, safe, certain of her security and Mommy’s love for her. But all the while, I could feel the excitement rise inside me as I held my child. The way her long, blonde tresses fanned across her pillow excited me. The way she pushed her tiny, peach-shaped bottom against my vulva excited me. The gentle heaving of her body excited me. Her little-girl scent excited me. Her body heat excited me. Her very presence excited me.

Pulling Tina’s slumbering body closer to mine, I slowly raised her nightie and slipped my hand into the back of her panties, gently slipping my finger into the crack of her bottom. As I touched the center of her anus for the very first time, a rush of taboo pleasure surged through me like molten lava.

My own panties began to dampen as the tip of my finger made contact with my little love’s rosebud. My entire body shook. My senses reeled. A blinding stab of euphoric anticipation tensed every muscle in my body. I stroked Tina’s tender anus and squeezed my own thighs together. A spreading wave of pleasure filled my belly and stiffened my nipples. My God, I was coming!

I caressed Tina’s bottom hole ever so tenderly as I swooned through this unexpected orgasm, my face barely touching her exposed neck. Breathing in the aroma of my daughter’s skin, I deposited a gentle, loving kiss on her earlobe — careful to keep still as possible, as I didn’t want to awaken her. Not yet, anyway.

A strong desire to taste my little girl overpowered me.

Nuzzling the nape of her neck, I withdrew the tip of my forefinger from her anus and extracted my hand from her panties. I brought the finger up to my nose and sniffed it, eager to sample the smell of my daughter’s nether opening. The scent, a delicate mix of musk, soap and little girl sweat, invaded my sinuses like a hit of some exciting new drug — taking charge of my desire, reshaping my will.

I slipped the tip of my forefinger into my mouth; lips pressing down on it, tongue extending to taste. I tugged the crotch of my soaked panties up into my slit, just as I’d seen Tina doing last Friday night, and ran the tip of my tongue across the nape of my child’s neck, all the while whispering to her, “I love your beautiful little body, sweetheart… I love it so much.”

My other hand was far from idle — I teased my clit with my thumb as I worked three fingers into the cunt hole. Into my hot, lonely vagina. Tina shifted against me as she dozed on, her right hand unconsciously meeting my right hand on her thigh. I squeezed her hand gently, once again kissing her soft, warm neck as the desire to take her in my mouth grew. I was masturbating openly now, not even bothering to hide the fact from my daughter.

No longer capable of fending off this reckless lust, I withdrew my left hand from my soaked panties and squirmed my way down the bed, moving the blankets aside until my face was level with Tina’s panty-clad bottom. Pausing to listen to her even breathing, I lifted the hem of the nightie, raising it slowly to gradually reveal her panties, which were covered in images of multi-colored ponies.

Placing a hand tentatively on each cheek, I feasted on this very unorthodox view of my little girl — marveling at the flawless shape of Tina’s bottom, the suppleness of her flesh, the slight bulge of her pudenda through the taut cotton fabric.

“I love you, baby girl,” I murmured, knowing that she didn’t hear me. “Now, Mommy wants to love you in a new way. A special way.”

I inched towards her, inhaling the warm air between her thighs, anticipating the smell and taste of my own daughter’s pretty pink holes. God, this illicit craving was turning me inside out, stripping away everything I thought I was. This was what I believed in now, this exquisite, delicious creature and the need to make her my lover. This desire, restrained for so long without my even knowing it existed, was within seconds of being unleashed.

I pressed my face firmly into the crack of my daughter’s bottom, feeling my heart pound like a bass drum. It felt exquisite, but not quite enough. The fabric of Tina’s cute underpants were a barrier between the helpless lust I felt and the euphoria I craved.

I reached up, gently grasped the waistband of Tina’s panties and tugged, easing them down over her hips and milky thighs. My head swam as her bottom was fully revealed to me, as if for the first time. Oh, I’d seen her cute little rump many times before, but never like this. Never through the eyes of a mother who now found herself caught up in the most dangerous lust of all.

Slipping Tina’s warm underpants down her legs and over her feet, I brought the prize to my nose, all the while staring longingly at a hint of my child’s smooth, beautiful slit. I inhaled deeply from the crotch of her panties, the very pores of my body charged by the rich little-girl scent trapped in them. Finally, I slipped Tina’s knickers between my thighs and pressed them to my vulva, feeling the swollen clit through the fabric.

I wanted all of her, every drop of nectar from her openings, every ounce of love my baby girl could give.

With both hands, I gently pried Tina’s cheeks apart, taking care not to wake her. Her bottom seemed to fit my hands perfectly. So soft, I thought, so sweet.

Slowly, ever so slowly pressing my face into her crack, I brushed Tina’s anus with the tip of my tongue. Oh, God, it took my breath away as I began to rim my seven-year-old. Ripples of intense pleasure swelled through my belly as my daughter’s buttocks smothered my face and my tongue lodged itself deep inside that baby-smooth rectum.

I paused inside her, relishing the stillness, the silence of our union. I grasped Tina’s hips, firmly drawing her onto my face as my tongue stiffened inside her. I inhaled her scent again, drawing it deep into my lungs.

I slipped my tongue out of her anus and plunged it between her cheeks, licking around the rosebud in a clockwise direction. My panties were fucking soaked. Wanting to go inside my child again, I began to tongue-fuck her rectum. In and out. Out and around. Sniffing. Kissing. Lapping at her hole like I was starving for it.

It was Saturday night, sometime after ten. The storm was in its fullest fury outside the window. I was deep in the anus of my seven-year-old daughter and madly in love with her, hungry to taste every inch of her body. I wanted her cunt, her mouth. This was wrong of me, I knew — but I had no intention of stopping what I’d started. I was plunging into the abyss, my cunt dripping honey, every inch of me on fire from the excitement of my first lesbian incest fuck. My first sex with a little girl.

Tina was beginning to stir in her sleep, but by then I was ready for her to awaken, wanting my daughter to know how much I loved her.

Ready to explore new territory, I sought out my daughter’s smooth, soft very lickable slit. Taking the tiny clitoris between my lips, I sucked it, breathing deeply of her aroma — a scent that washed over me and went straight to my head, intoxicating me like strong liquor. Reaching up to tweak my little girl’s tiny nipples, I began to bathe her cunt with long, slow licks, giving the clitoris quick swipes of the tongue every now and then.

I heard her gasp and I stopped dead, my mouth still pressed to her opening. She gasped again, then pushed her sexy little bottom into my face.

“Mommy,” she said in a sleepy, dizzy tone. “Love you, Mommy.”

This was the confirmation that I was looking for. My little girl wanted this, longed for me to love her.

I drove my tongue ever deeper into her vagina, if that was possible, rubbing her nipples as she moaned and gasped. “Oh, Mommy,” she whispered. “Mommy. Feels good.”

Turning my body around so I was lying in the opposite direction to Tina, I embraced my daughter’s buttocks again as I nuzzled her babyish sex with my lips. Mmmm, she tasted divine. I knew I’d never stop wanting her this way. I would always be her most faithful lover.

I buried three fingers in my own vagina as I licked Tina. I loved the taste of her. I’d sucked the holes of countless adult women, including my sister, but I’d never had the pleasure of tasting a little girl’s virgin cunt. I regretted that I’d waited this long to experience such a unique, forbidden delight.

After two minutes of constant licking and stroking, Tina began to come. I was thrilled — my little girl was experiencing her first orgasm, and I was the one making it happen for her! Her body stiffened, and a few drops of warm nectar flowed from her hole into my mouth. She thrashed about wildly in my arms as I placed my knees against her shoulders and pushed my head between her thighs. I found myself pressing my cunt against her back too, though I was not ready to climax just yet. I wanted her to knowingly pleasure me, for Tina and I to truly make love as mother and daughter.

“Ohhhhh!” she moaned as she came in my face, girl-honey trickling from her vagina. “Ohhhhhhhh!”

Knowing that a girl of seven could only handle so much, I dialed my oral activities down and began to lightly nuzzle Tina’s tender cleft, head spinning as I breathed in the thick perfume of her ecstasy. I stroked her anus gingerly with a fingertip, wanting to convey my adoration with each caress.

Finally, I rested my head on the child’s thigh as her body relaxed, her breathing became more even. “I love you, sweetheart,” I whispered, my lips nearly touching her slit. “I love you so much.”

Tina sat up, gazing down at me with the purest adoration in her eyes. “I love you too, Mommy.”

I looked up at her and opened my arms because, all of a sudden, giving pleasure to my little girl seemed like the most natural act in the world. “Give me a kiss?” I asked her.

My daughter kissed me on the cheek. I traced my tongue down to her mouth and slipped it between her parted lips. I delicately explored Tina’s mouth until she began to respond.

I pulled my daughter close and began to adorn her with playful kisses — teasing her chin, down her neck, across her shoulders and back up to her waiting mouth. I cuddled her in my lap as we kissed, her lips and tongue becoming bolder as our passion grew.

I gently broke away. “Raise your arms, baby,” I breathed, “let me take off your nightie… then you and I can be naked together.”

“Okay,” she replied, her voice soft as a prayer.

I tugged her nightshirt up and off, then took her bare body into my arms, pressing my breasts against her chest, longing for Tina to suckle them. I would teach her how all over again.

In the meantime, I reached between her legs and tenderly stroked the lips of her slit until my fingers were moist, then brought my hand up for both of us to taste. I gave my finger to her first because I wanted Tina to develop a taste for pussy.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, giving my finger a good suck. I pulled her closer, kissing her on the earlobe, and allowed my hand to drift down her bare back, finding her pert little bottom, touching between Tina’s buttocks, caressing the rosebud of her anus.

“I’m going to touch you in another way now, angel,” I said, then eased the tip of my finger into her rectum.

Tina closed her eyes and gasped, then smiled as my finger inched deeper into her. “I like that, Mommy,” she said. “It feels tickly.”

I pulled my finger out of her backside and inserted it in her mouth. She licked and sucked it again and reached down to put her own finger in there. She then withdrew it from her anus and held it up for me to suck. “You can taste too, Mommy,” she said, her eyes betraying a desire I’d never seen before.

I grabbed her hand and inserted her finger in my mouth. “Mmmm,” I moaned, “I love your bottom, sweetie.” She repeated the action several times and I sucked her finger slavishly, the taste of her nether hole increasing my desire to give myself over to her.

We French-kissed for several minutes before I offered her three fingers that I’d just plunged into my pussy. “Would you like to taste Mommy now, sweetie?” I asked her.

Tina nodded, a little hesitantly, then parted her lips. I placed my forefinger on her tongue and she sucked it like a nipple. I then gave her my other two fingers and she did the same, then licked her lips thoughtfully.

“It’s nice… can I have some more?” she asked.

I plunged those fingers into my cunt again, then offered them to Tina, who took them into her mouth without a moment’s hesitation, humming contentedly as she savored the taste of her mother. She then hugged me and said, “I love you.”

I hugged Tina tightly, then nuzzled her ear, whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

“I like tasting you, Mommy.”

Getting an interesting notion, I said, “I’ve got an idea, sweetie. Would you like to try something different?”

Tina nodded. I lifted her off my lap, staring down at my child’s bare slit as I placed her on the sheets. “Okay,” I said, stretching out on my back, legs spread wide for my child. “Now you can put your own fingers inside me and lick them.”

My daughter smiled as the possibilities of my exposure to her became apparent. Kneeling before me, she put her finger against my cunt and pushed it inside. She then withdrew it and took a careful lick, then giggled. “Yummy!” She slipped a finger into my vagina again, moved it around a bit this time, then extracted it to taste. “Can I do it again?” she asked, staring at my pussy.

“Of course,” I replied, eager to please both her and myself. “You can taste me all night long, if you want.”

This time, Tina inserted two fingers, pushing them deeper than before. As she fucked me, I noticed that her knees had drifted apart to reveal that baby-smooth vagina once again. I fought to keep myself from attacking it with my mouth.

I gasped as she withdrew her fingers again and sucked them all clean, licking her lips lasciviously. “So you like the flavor, little one?” I asked her.

She nodded, touching her own cunt almost unconsciously. “Uh-huh, It’s really good, Mommy.”

“How much do you like it?” I asked, giving my precious baby girl a sweet smile.

Tina bit her lip, then extended her hands far apart. “This much!” she squealed, eyes dancing with glee.

I spread my legs even wider for Tina, staring into her eyes. “Know how you can taste even more of it, sweetie?” I asked her. She shook her head. “Use your mouth, instead of your fingers,” I said, reaching down to open my cunt, letting her see the shiny pinkness inside.

She nodded absently, staring enthralled at my womanly center.

“Would you like to try it?” I whispered. My body was quivering inside, as if the lightest touch would break me into tiny pieces.

Tina nodded. That was what she wanted, to taste Mommy’s cunt. “All right, sweetie,” I smiled. “You can lick me there if you want to.”

Tina prostrated herself between my legs and drew in close, pausing to moisten her lips before she pressed them against my slit. I moaned, lost in perfect rapture as my seven-year-old daughter’s tongue slipped into me. Placing her little hands on my hips, Tina licked inside and around her mommy’s juicy hole, pleasuring me with all the love in her heart. I could feel that love, too, radiating through me like I’d swallowed a star.

“I licked you this way, angel,” I said, “just a few minutes ago. Do you remember?”

Tina raised her face from my cunt, nodded. “Uh-huh, I ‘member. It felt real nice.”

Oh, God, I adored her so much it made me ache inside, Reaching out, I caressed the velvet softness of my little girl’s cheek. “It’s nice for me, too. But if you really want to make your mommy feel better than — than anything, lick me right here.” I indicated my pulsing clitoris with a tap of the finger.

My Tina studied it, moved in close. I felt that sweet tongue bathe my clit, like the adoring caress of an angel. She licked me, once, twice, three times, four, and then the sky came crashing down as I came like never before.

I longed to scream, to howl my rapture to the heavens, but didn’t want to scare Tina. Instead, I let the waves of pleasure roll through me, gasping words of love to my little girl. “Oh my p-precious, you make Mommy feel so — oooooohhh! — so wonderful. Oh, yes. Yes, m-my sweet child. Mmm, Mommy loves you. Oh. Oh, my God. OHHHHH!”

It rose to an unimaginable peak, then I was cut loose, nestled in the cozy embrace of my bed, Tina in my arms. Her lips found mine, and we exchanged a few tender kisses. My daughter’s tongue briefly flickered into my mouth, enough to make my desire for her glow. I began to fondle that exquisite little body, already craving more.

*****

The rain finally faltered and waned at somewhere around 2 AM. I was going down on my little girl again. Tina was mewling in delight, then crying, “Mommy, oh Mommy!” as she came once more.

I drew Tina into my arms and held her, kissing that soft, sweet little mouth, then pressing my cheek against hers. I whispered, “Oh, sweetheart. You make me the happiest woman in the world. Do you like this, being my lover?”

Tina’s silken arms twined around me. “Yes, Mommy. I like it.”

The End

 

Ripples, Chapter 8

  • Posted on January 31, 2019 at 3:19 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

Jessica and her friends danced, drank, laughed and raised hell until nearly two in the morning. Eventually, their last glass was emptied, and the ladies decided to call it a night.

As they were leaving, Jessica noticed Rachel swapping phone numbers with Heidi, the young fitness trainer who Rachel had been groping earlier on the dancefloor. Fighting a pang of jealousy, Jess looked around to make sure that no one was going to be left behind and spied Serena, the normally straitlaced, sensible business-suited accountant, kissing someone Jessica recognised as the woman from the ladies who had spoken to her earlier. They were in a dim corner, but still visible in the flashing strobe lights.

As Jessica took in the sight, she quickly realised that Serena wasn’t actually kissing the woman — instead, the woman had Serena pressed against a wall and was kissing her. Serena’s hands were in a sort of I-surrender pose, raised to shoulder height, her fists clenched.

Suddenly, Jess thought she recognised the woman — yes, she did. It was Karen… Gregson? Grigson? Whatever the name, she worked at a hairdressing salon that Jessica sometimes visited when she needed a last-minute appointment.

Karen had one hand behind Serena’s head as they kissed, the other at the side of her breast, using a thumb to prod and tease Serena’s nipple. Then, without breaking their kiss, Karen trailed her hand down Serena’s body to cup her groin through the front of her dress. Knowing Serena as she did, Jess half-expected her to pull away and slap this would-be groper. Instead, her friend stiffened for a couple of heartbeats, then placed both hands on the stylist’s face, fervently returning the kiss.

As Karen finally broke away, Serena dropped both hands to her sides and remained leaning against the wall — eyes closed and mouth open, as though in a trance. Karen whispered something in her ear, to which Serena opened her eyes, stared at her and nodded. With a satisfied smile, the stylist deftly plucked a card from her clutch bag, slid it into the cleavage of Serena’s dress, then gave her a brief kiss and a pat on the cheek before turning to leave. The accountant gazed longingly after her, then her eyes met Jessica’s, and she quickly looked away, blushing furiously.

Not wanting to embarrass Serena, a dazed Jess made her way toward the exit in a daze. What on earth is going on around here? First, Rachel is exploring the idea of sex with women, then she gets me into it — now, it seems as if every female I know has become a lesbian, my own daughter included! Has this been going on for ages, only I was too busy mooning over my husband to notice?

As the group made their way outside to the waiting minibus, and Jess was making sure everyone was accounted for, she noticed that Serena was missing. Just as she was about to ask the others if they’d seen her, Serena arrived.

“Jess, I’ll make my own way home, I just met a friend, and she’s giving me a lift. Thanks for a fun evening. Good night everyone.” The others said goodbye and after a wave, Serena was gone. As they all boarded the taxi, Jess looked back and saw Serena walk towards Karen, who was leaning against a cab. She opened the door as Serena reached her, giving her a brief kiss before ushering her into the back.

In the minibus, Jess chose not to mention anything about Serena’s little adventure to the others, but made a mental note to ask the accountant about it next time she saw her.

The driver dropped the women off at their respective homes, until it was just Jessica, Abigail, Melinda and Rachel who, when the minibus made it to her place, invited the others in for a nightcap.

As they sat in Rachel’s living room, drinking small shots of coffee liqueur, they began to talk about their evening.

Melinda surprised Jess by saying, “Well, that was a different sort of Ladies’ Night. I didn’t realise that this community was such a hotbed of lesbian lust!”

Jessica was somewhat distracted, thinking about how many of the women she knew might be gay, or at least played both sides. She studied Abigail and Melinda, looking for a sign of intimacy between them, but couldn’t pinpoint anything.

Rachel’s voice interrupted her train of thought. “Come on, now — you’ve got to admit that some of those women were pretty damned hot, especially the young ones.”

“Yeah, we noticed you paying a lot of attention to one or two,” Melinda responded.

Suddenly Abby came out with, “Hey Jess, d’you remember that night when we’d just started secondary school, the sleepover we had?”

Jessica knew what was coming next. Abby turned to Rachel and said, “Jess and I practiced kissing on each other, and I remember her being bloody good at it.”

“Was she, indeed? Who would’ve thought?” Rachel said with a mischievous smile.

Jessica responded, a little too quickly, “I d-don’t remember that.” But her face said otherwise.

“Well, I do, and I also recall it getting quite hot. Maybe we should have another sleepover some time!” she said with an exaggerated wink.

“Count me in,” Rachel said with a grin.

Jessica couldn’t help blushing, but answered back, “I think Rachel was right about that club turning you into a lesbian.” She noticed that Abby stole a quick glance at Mel before they laughed, then saw that Rachel was looking at her curiously.

Setting her shot glass down on the coffee table, Melinda stood and stretched herself. “Oooooogh. I need to get to my bed.”

Abby also stood, “Me too — my bed, I mean. Thanks for arranging this, girls. Let’s do it again soon.” Brief hugs were exchanged, then she and Melinda left.

As they made their way up the garden path, supporting each other with arms round each other’s waists, Melinda whispered in Abby’s ear and both giggled like schoolgirls. As Rachel closed the door, Jess caught a quick glimpse of Abby dropping her hand to Mel’s behind and giving it a squeeze.

Jessica turned to Rachel and was about to ask if she had seen that, but instead she said, “Actually, I should probably get home as well.”

Rachel arched an eyebrow. “Why on earth do you need to go home? The girls aren’t there — what, are you planning to do housework or something? Stay here with me tonight.” With that, she closed and locked the door. “Anyway, I want to hear more about this sleepover where you made out with our Abigail. Come, let’s get a little more comfortable.” With that, she grabbed Jessica’s hand and led her up the stairs.

Jess meekly followed her friend upstairs and into her bedroom, where Rachel pulled her over to her bed. Turning to face the redhead, hooked two fingers into the cleavage of Jessica’s dress. “So, you’re a hot kisser with the girls, eh? I thought you said you’d never dipped into that par-ti-cu-lar honey pot?”

“I was only twelve, I’d forgotten all about it.”

Rachel shook her head. “Don’t believe you,” she murmured.

She pulled her friend to her by the front of her dress and kissed her — gently at first, then with increasing pent-up passion. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for days and had no intention of letting it get away, especially after getting so turned on by her antics at the club.

At first, Jessica froze, but quickly responded to her friend’s soft lips, then the warm, wet tongue probing her mouth. She’d witnessed a hell of a lot of heated lesbian action that night, but hadn’t gotten anything more than a peck on the cheek for herself. Now it’s my turn, she thought.

Wrapping both arms around her friend’s waist, Jess sighed happily as Rachel’s hot mouth did lovely things to her neck, her chin, her ears. Then, Rachel abruptly pulled away.

Confused, Jessica could only stare. “What’s wrong? Why… why did you stop?” She was breathing heavily, wondering if she’d done something wrong, or what Rachel was going to do.

She didn’t have to wait long. Still clutching the front of Jessica’s dress in her fist, Rachel advanced, pressing her friend backwards until her legs came up against the bed, forcing her to sit down.

Rachel took one step back, then slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the stretchy material, slowly tugging the skin-tight garment down her body until it pooled on the thick carpet.

It struck Jess that, though she’d known Rachel for ages, this was the very first time she’d seen her friend in the nude. It was a sight worth waiting for. Nearly every afternoon, Rachel took an hour-long break from running the tea room to work out at the neighborhood gym, and her toned body was positively luscious.

But before Jessica could get much of a look, Rachel stepped forward and straddled her legs. She pushed Jess onto her back down on the bed and leaned over until their noses were almost touching, gazing deep into the redhead’s eyes before crushing her mouth to Jessica’s, kissing her even more fervently than before.

Now far past any doubt she might have felt, Jess responded, fully matching Rachel’s urgency. They kissed for a long while — tongues exploring, mouths sliding together, smudging their lipstick. Jessica reached out to cup the breasts that hung freely just above her own, comparing them to Sally’s larger ones. Rachel’s were perfectly formed, and still firm for a woman of her years.

Sliding down to nudge Jessica’s legs apart with her foot, Rachel slid a hand up her friend’s thigh until she was touching the front of her thong, which by then was soaking wet. She tugged the tiny piece of sodden material to one side, then slid two fingers into Jessica’s well-lubricated vagina. Jess moaned loudly, and Rachel silenced her with another eager kiss.

After about twenty thrusts, coupled with some vigorous attention to Jessica’s clitoris, Rachel pulled away again, quickly moving onto her knees between her partner’s spread thighs. Jess raised her head from the pillow, wanting to see what her friend was up to.

Looking at Jess with an intense hunger in her eyes, Rachel grasped the sides of the sparkling dress between fingers and thumbs, then drew it up over Jessica’s body. Quickly understanding what her lover wanted, Jess lifted herself up to help, raising her arms as Rachel pulled the garment off.

“Good girl,” Rachel cooed, carelessly casting the dress aside.

She roughly yanked Jessica’s thong down her thighs and over each foot, clumsily removing her shoes at the same time, impatiently pushing them off the side of the bed. Rachel held onto her friend’s knickers, though — bringing the wet garment to her nose and inhaling deeply, then licking playfully at the damp gusset before throwing the thong over her shoulder.

Placing her hands on Jessica’s knees, Rachel spread them apart, then bent down and pressed her mouth into the hot slit. She licked deep, the tang of the juicy flesh sharp on her tongue, then travelled upwards to flick at the inflamed nubbin of her new lover’s clit.

It was love at first lick. Rachel had dreamed of, yearned for Jessica’s cunt ever since she’d decided to explore sex with other women — in fact, the growing attraction she’d felt for her old friend was what had set her on the path of bisexuality in the first place. And now that she was finally making love to Jess, feasting on her sweet pussy, it was even lovelier than she’d hoped. She went down on Jessica like a woman possessed, the warm, thick nectar dripping from her lips and chin.

Jessica thrashed about on the bed, clutching at Rachel, who continued her oral attack on her friend’s womanly core. By then, Jess was mouthing expletives Rachel had never heard her utter before and didn’t think she ever would, until at last she moaned, “Oh m-my God, I — I can’t take any more!” before emitting a loud, prolonged cry as her first orgasm kicked in. But not the last, oh definitely not the last, Rachel gleefully told herself.

Her thirst sated for the moment, Rachel sat back on her heels, her mouth glistening with wetness. She slowly licked her lips, reveling in the taste as she looked at Jess, who was panting heavily. Rachel crawled forward until she was straddling Jessica’s chest, then moved up further until her own very wet cunt was directly above Jessica’s face.

The object of Rachel’s lust gazed up into her eyes, reading the fierce need in them — then lost in purest desire, she reached up to grasp the woman’s buttocks, drawing Rachel down to her already open mouth.

Not counting the kiss she’d exchanged with Abigail as an adolescent, Jessica had never kissed another woman until a couple of weeks ago, let alone licked another woman’s pussy. In truth, she’d only rarely tasted her own juices, even when masturbating. Now Jess had enjoyed hot sapphic encounters with three different partners so far this month, one of these her own twelve-year-old daughter.

Her enthusiasm more than making up for any lack of expertise, Jess forced her tongue into the hot, swampy tunnel, trying to gulp down as much of the vaginal fluids as possible, as though she hadn’t tasted liquid for a week. Then there was Rachel’s clitoris, which she sucked at eagerly, thrilling to the shudders that raced through her partner’s body with each juicy slurp.

Rachel’s hands were on Jessica’s head and she was moving her hips back and forth, smearing herself against that hot, sucking mouth. As she did so, her puckered rosebud rode over her lover’s flickering tongue, sending her to even greater heights of ecstasy.

The idea of licking Rachel’s anus was so deliciously kinky that it drove Jess absolutely wild with renewed lust. She spread the woman’s arse open with her thumbs, thrusting her tongue into the snug orifice.

This triggered a crescendo in Rachel’s rising ecstasy, and she suddenly came, throwing her head back, a choked scream escaping her lips before she slumped forward, spent.

Somehow she managed to dismount Jessica’s face and stretch herself alongside the redhead. They both lay on their backs panting heavily for awhile, their bodies bathed in perspiration, neither of them speaking.

Finally, Rachel turned to Jess and said, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

Jess turned to her, reaching across to touch her cheek. “I had no idea. God, I never knew that sex could be like that. It was amazing. Um… was it okay for you? I’ve got no idea what I’m doing.”

Rachel shook her head. “Jess, you’ve no need to worry on that score, believe me. Just do what you like having done to you.”

“The trouble is, I’ve pretty much forgotten what I like.”

Arching an eyebrow, Rachel smiled. “Well, let’s see if I can help you remember.”

Helping a still-dazed Jess to sit up, Rachel reached around to unclip her bra — the last remaining scrap of clothing between them — then peeled it away. She gazed lovingly into her friend’s eyes, then dipped down to lick the tip of one breast, then the other.

Soon Rachel advanced from delicate flicks of the tongue to taking each nipple between the teeth and gently biting it. Reaching down, she hooked a finger into Jessica’s vagina.

“Oh, Rachel!” Jess cried, clutching at her partner’s shoulders.

Sitting up, Rachel whispered, “God, you are so fucking sexy… so desirable. Why, why did we wait so long to do this?”

Before Jess could answer, Rachel’s mouth claimed hers in a sweet, tender kiss that had her head spinning. The next thing she knew, they were stretched out on the bed, still kissing, their bodies moving together like dancers in a very sensuous ballet. They made slow love, fervent love, taking the time to explore the delights of each other’s bodies.

“I have to lick you again,” said a wide-eyed Rachel. “Will you do it to me too, Jess?”

At that moment, Jessica couldn’t think of a single thing she needed more. “Yes! Yes, I will, Rachel. I want to taste your pussy…”

Rachel quickly switched around until she was facing her new lover’s feet, then straddled her, moving into the sixty-nine position. Lowering her shaved sex to Jessica’s parted lips, she bent to press an open-mouthed kiss into the juicy, heated flesh of her best friend’s cunt.

Jess tentatively ran the tip of her tongue along the prominent labia, as though licking up melting ice cream from a wafer cone, then again, probing deeper. Growing bolder, she brought her mouth into play, kissing the juicy slit. It was immensely satisfying. Jess began to feast on Rachel’s baby-smooth pussy, determined to get her new lover off in a big way.

She inhaled sharply at Rachel slid one, then two fingers into her and moved them in and out — slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Taking a cue, Jess did the same, working her own fingers into Rachel’s creamy hole, thrilled by the liquid sound each stroke made as she fucked her best friend.

As she slowly increased the tempo of her thrusts, Jessica flicked at Rachel’s clit with her tongue, grateful that the woman had a clitoris prominent enough to find by touch alone, because her parts were up too close to make out much detail.

Suddenly Jess felt Rachel’s digits slide even deeper inside, curving upwards to the roof of her vagina. Oh, shit, she’s going for my G-spot.

As the finger found its mark, Jessica felt a tongue flick the edge of her anus, then slide wetly through the crack of her arse. These new sensations had Jess on the verge of losing control, but when the tongue was replaced with a finger, muscling deep into her rectum, and Rachel’s lips found their way to her clit, Jess jerked almost violently, firework displays going off in her head. Oh, God, it’s about to happen, I’m gonna come, and it’s going to be absolutely colossal!

Wanting Rachel to climax at the same time, Jess sucked greedily on the erect clitoris above her, swiping at its fleshy tip with her tongue. Just then, the finger that Rachel had in Jessica’s bum hole took a hard twist — and that, as they say, was all she wrote. Her intense, lengthy and very loud release came seconds later, quickly followed by Rachel’s orgasm.

Once their cries had died down, Rachel dismounted Jessica’s face, then moved to lie alongside. She turned on her side to face her friend, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. They lay quietly for a few moments, with Rachel moving a hand lightly up and down her partner’s torso and thigh.

“Verrry impressive,” Rachel murmured. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

Jess turned to her, then hesitated. Rachel’s eyes widened, then she raised herself up on one elbow to look at her friend. “Jess? Oh my God, you have.”

In spite of herself, Jess felt her cheeks flush. “Well… okay, I did, but I’m not sure that I’m comfortable talking about it.”

Rachel’s expression was a stern one. “Excuse me? I’m your best friend and confidant, and have you already forgotten that a mere three minutes ago, we were dining on each other’s pussies? That makes you morally obligated to share the juicy details of your first lesbian fuck with me. Besides, I know you’re dying to tell me everything — so give, girlfriend.”

Jessica sighed. “Hate to say so, but damn it, you’re right — I do need to talk to someone about this.”

“I’m all ears,” Rachel said, drawing close.

“You know Sally from the shop, don’t you?”

Rachel’s eyes danced with excitement. “I do indeed; she’s the really cute blonde with the big tits. Are you telling me you got it on with her? You lucky bitch! Fuck me, I wouldn’t mind some of that.”

“It wasn’t like that, not really. She asked me for some career advice, and I took her home to look through some books and leaflets. She got so excited that she kissed me. Only… then, she kissed me again and I responded. God, she’s young enough to be my daughter.” With that, she pictured Alice’s head between her thighs, and shivered.

“Anyway, it started getting pretty hot between us, but we stopped when I heard Alice come home.”

“You’re kidding! Did she see you?”

“I wasn’t sure, so after Sally left, I went to her room to see her reaction. Alice told me that yes, she saw us kissing.”

Rachel made a face. “Oooh, awkward! What did you tell her?”

“I said that Sally was just especially happy about the help I gave her.”

“Did she believe you?”

“Okay, now that’s where it gets complicated. Alice said she saw us too, that night you came over. You know, when we watched your dirty DVD and made out?”

“Oh my God, what must she think? Then what happened?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure what to say. I just… blurted out that I was lonely, feeling a bit down. Then she told me that it was okay if I was gay.”

“She did, did she? And… what did you tell her?”

“I said I wasn’t sure.” Jess gave her friend a shy glance. “But now, I think I might be.”

“Now that’s the best news I’ve heard all week,” Rachel said, a tone of admiration in her voice. “Now that you’ve sampled the delights of a woman, we have some catching up to do.”

“That’s not all. You know the other day, when I came over to talk to you about our night out? Well, I got home early, and a few minutes later, Sally knocked on my door.”

Rachel studied her friend, intrigued. “Go on…”

“Sally said that she has a crush on me, and wanted me to be her first woman. I don’t know what came over me, but we ended up in bed and having sex. I couldn’t help myself; she’s so pretty and… and I was on fire! It was incredible, my God, she’s so… enthusiastic.” She glanced at her friend, suddenly nervous. “Are you upset with me? Do you think I’m awful?”

“Are you kidding me? You’d have been a bloody cretin to let an opportunity like that pass.” She paused. “Er, as we seem to be in sharing mode, there’s something I’ve got to confess.”

Intrigued, Jess gave Rachel a questioning look.

“I was so turned on after I left your house that first time, that I expected to finger myself into a stupor as soon as I could get naked and between the sheets. Instead, I got something even better. You remember me mentioning Millie, the babysitter?”

“Er, I think so. Wait a minute — are you telling me that the two of you–”

“Spot on. We got to talking about boys, and Millie got to complaining about this particular specimen that she’d been dating — you know the type, couldn’t give a toss about anything but getting in her knickers. Well, I couldn’t keep myself from dropping a few very pointed hints about fooling around with girls.”

“Good grief, Rachel!” Jess said, but then laughed. “You are a menace.”

“Guilty as charged. Millie did seem interested, so I offered to teach her about kissing women… then one thing led to another and I showed her exactly what she’d been missing. Oh, and she loved it — decided then and there that her wanker of a boyfriend was history.” She paused, sighed. “She wanted to return the favour, but there wasn’t time — it was already late, and I had to drive her home. So, sad to say, I had to get myself off that night.

“Ever since then I’ve been wearing out the batteries on my toys, fantasising of you and Millie. Mostly you.”

Jess pursed her lips. “So… how old is Millie, exactly?”

“She just turned sixteen.”

“My God, Rachel… we’re playing with fire, you and I!”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m in the mood for some genuine heat in my life,” Rachel said with a wicked grin. Perhaps we should compare notes, or swap — or better still, have a little foursome with our new playthings.”

“You… you’re not joking, are you?”

“Come on, it’s worth thinking about, at least. So, have you been with Sally since then — or anyone else…?”

As soon as she saw Jessica’s face — that same uneasy look as before, nervously nibbling at her lower lip — Rachel knew that there was more to tell. Shit! Jess thought, knowing that she’d failed to anticipate her friend’s question, and had been betrayed once again by her demeanor.

“Oh, my God — another?” Rachel’s breasts bounced in a most enticing way as she sat up. “Oooohh, I want details!”

“I can’t!” Jess wailed, lying back down on the bed. “It’s too awful. You’ll think I’m some kind of pervert!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, lover,” a grinning Rachel countered. “Now you’ve really got me intrigued. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. I won’t judge you, either, because I’ve definitely done worse.”

“I’m not so sure you have, actually,” Jess said, making a face.

“Oh my God, are you trying to make me drop dead from acute curiosity? Let’s see, now. Did you get into something especially kinky with Sally, then? Or perhaps someone else, another employee. Bridget, maybe? She’s damn hot, I’ll say that. Ooh, or was it Caterina?” she said with excitement.

Jess looked thoughtfully at her friend. She’s not going to give me a moment’s peace until I tell her. Then again, I really do need to share this with someone — and it ought to be Rachel, especially after what we just did.

She lay back, staring at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating what her friend’s reaction might be. Will she be disgusted, flee the room and never want to see me again? Glancing over at Rachel, she finally made up her mind, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Okay. So, I told you about how my daughter saw us kissing while that lesbian DVD of yours was playing, remember? Well, that’s not all Alice saw that night. Later, she was… lurking outside my bedroom door, spying on me while I was watching that DVD again, fingering my pussy.”

Rachel was definitely intrigued. “Was she, now?”

“The thing is, I was watching that part on the disc with the woman and the teenage girl — I guess they were supposed to be mother and daughter?”

“Oh, I do love that scene. That’s Becca Brooks playing the daughter… she’s one of my faves.”

Well, it got me incredibly hot. I was fucking myself hard and deep, just about to come, and then… oh, God, I can’t believe I’m admitting this!”

“Jessica Matthews,” Rachel said, her eyes blazing, “if you don’t stop teasing me and get to the bloody point right now, I will strangle you with my bare hands, dismember your corpse and bury the pieces in unhallowed ground.”

In spite of herself, Jess burst into shaky laughter. “Okay, okay. So… there I was, watching this incredibly sexy scene of a mum licking her own daughter from behind. I was right on the verge of coming — and just before I did, this image flashed in my mind of me, doing those same things with Alice.”

“Fuck me, that must’ve been intense. How hard did you come?”

“Oh, the earth definitely moved. But that’s not the important part. When it happened, I… I said Alice’s name. Out loud.”

“Wait. You spoke your daughter’s name when you had an orgasm — and she was watching?”

“Exactly,” Jess admitted, a bit shamefaced.

“Jesus,” Rachel said. “And since Alice was spying on you, she obviously couldn’t say anything right then… so how did you find out about what she heard?”

“Oh, I’m getting to that. The next night, Alice knocked on my bedroom door and asked if she could talk to me. Oh my God, Rachel! She had a nightdress on but with most of the buttons undone. I could see her breasts, and when she sat down on the bed, I realized that she wasn’t wearing panties! I couldn’t help but  look… and, well, the sight of her got me turned on in a big way.”

As Jess continued, finding herself less and less able to make eye contact with Rachel, she didn’t notice her friend slip a hand down between her legs and begin to gently finger her cunt.

“We talked some about, um, the feelings for other girls that she’d been experiencing. Then she accidentally let it slip that she’d seen me masturbate — and asked me why I’d called out for her when I came.”

“Hmm. That must’ve been awkward. What on earth did you tell her?”

Jessica shrugged. “I decided I had to be honest. So I told her the truth — that I’d been touching myself while thinking about exploring sex with a woman, and thought of her at a crucial moment. But I did make it clear that I wasn’t going to try to, you know, make a move on her.”

Rachel nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think she was worried about something like that?”

“No. And I’ll tell you how I know that. Because then, Alice told me that, if I did want to do sexual things with her, she was fine with it.”

Rachel froze, her hand pausing in mid-stroke. “She didn’t.”

“She absolutely did. Oh, she tried to take it back, pretend she was kidding… but then I got Alice to talk about her feelings, and she finally admitted that she’d been having sexual thoughts about me. Well, I was still trying to be truthful, so I told her that I was experiencing the same kind of… desires. I told her that seeing her right then, wearing nothing but a nightie — that she aroused me, got me hot.” Jess gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t know how I summoned up the nerve!”

“What happened then?” asked Rachel, fingering herself again.

Taking a deep breath, Jessica soldiered on. “Alice asked me if I would kiss her.”

She let that resonate for a moment, then an impatient Rachel demanded, “Well, did you?”

“I said no at first — but she sort of persuaded me to do it anyway. Yeah, I know it was wrong of me, but damn it, I wanted to kiss her. So I did.” She paused then added, “Trouble is, we didn’t leave it at that.”

Rachel continued to slowly manipulate her clitoris, staring in awe at her best friend. “Tell me. All of it.”

“We started kissing, slowly at first, but then I sort of brought my tongue into it — and suddenly Alice was giving me these incredibly hot French kisses… well, I just got swept up in the moment, and so did she. The next thing I knew, she was feeling me up, playing with my tits. So I started touching her breasts, and that got me so worked up that I kissed and sucked on her nipples.”

As Jess spoke, she watched her friend masturbate, getting deeper and deeper into the story. Guess I didn’t need to worry about Rachel being disgusted with what I did with Alice. In fact, she’s turned on!

“That’s when Alice reached down and started touching herself. Jesus, what an amazing sight that was! But she got frustrated, told me she was having trouble making the “good feelings” happen, and — and she asked me for help.”

“And…?”

“So I did. I got her to sit between my legs, and I masturbated her — my own twelve-year-old daughter — until she came. I think it was her first proper orgasm.” Jess fell silent for a moment, sighed, then continued. “When I finished, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I tried to apologise and said I shouldn’t have, but Alice insisted that she’d wanted me to… to love her like that.”

“Oh. Oh, my God!” gasped Rachel. Her legs were spread wide, and she was driving two fingers in and out of her vagina. “Is — is there more…?”

“Yes,” Jessica said. “Alice wanted to pleasure me. I tried to tell her no, but what she was feeling was too strong. She opened my nightdress and before I could stop her, she started sucking on my nipples. Then she started using her fingers on me, and that’s when I gave in. It was too much for me, damn it! Before I knew it, Alice had me on my back and was licking my pussy.”

Rachel’s pumping wrist went still. “Wait. She — your daughter went down on you?”

“She did.” Jess had been avoiding her friend’s stare; now, she turned to look at Rachel, watching as the naked woman rubbed herself. Neither spoke — the only movement in the room was Rachel’s wrist and hand, working frantically until she climaxed again.

Jessica smiled wryly. “Well, I can see what you thought about that,” she said as her friend recovered.

Once she’d caught her breath, Rachel sat up, taking hold of Jessica’s hand. “Listen, Jess — I don’t know if you’re beating yourself up for what you and Alice did, but you shouldn’t. I’ve done the same thing with my oldest,” she said.

Jess could only stare, “What do you — you had sex with Bella?”

“Um… not quite full-on sex. I taught her how to masturbate a few months ago. She’d been talking to some of her friends at a sleepover, and they got on the subject of boys and sex, like girls that age do. She pretended to understand, but when she got home, she asked me how to touch herself.”

Realising she wasn’t alone in dealing with this delicate issue, Jess began to feel a sense of relief.

“We didn’t go as far as you did; I just showed her what was what and a bit of technique. She had some trouble at first, so I touched her a bit, then she did it on her own. We sat facing each other and masturbated together but didn’t touch again — or even kiss, though I felt myself wanting to. Still, it was hot and I frigged myself all over again just thinking about it, soon as I got back to my room.”

Jess said, “What should I do about this, Rachel? Everywhere I look at work, I see beautiful women and young girls in sexy clothes or underwear. I’ve started to spend more time in my office or working at home to keep these, these cravings of mine at arm’s length — but it isn’t enough. Everything keeps reminding me of Sally, or you… or even Alice and the things I did with her, for Christ’s sake. It’s making me mental!”

Rachel shrugged. “Why are you fighting those feelings?”

Jess gave her friend a puzzled look. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting that I start coming on to my employees… or customers? Or that I go to bed with my daughter again?”

“First, what’s wrong with letting other women know that you’re interested? Nothing, long as you’re able to take ‘no’ for an answer, if that’s how they respond. This isn’t the Victorian era, for fuck’s sake — you’re not going to be persecuted for being gay. As for Alice, why shouldn’t you continue to share this with her?”

“What are you saying?” Jessica gasped. “That I should be having sex with Alice?”

“It’s already happened once — and the way you tell it, the two of you had an incredible time.”

“B-but she’s my daughter! And only twelve years old, damn it!”

Rachel glared at her. “Don’t go all self-righteous on me, girlfriend. You’ve been lusting after that cute little twelve-year-old ever since it happened. I can hear it in every word you speak about her. Admit it — you can’t stop thinking about making love to Alice again. Can you?”

Jess felt herself wither under Rachel’s scrutiny. “Oh, hell…” A long pause, then she gave a weary nod.  You’re right, Rachel. I do want her, so much it makes me ache inside.”

“Uh-huh. And I’ll wager that Alice is thinking about you that way, too. Has she said anything about it?”

“No…” Jessica replied, “but you’re right, she is having those kinds of thoughts. This morning, I found a pair of my dirty knickers hidden in her pillowcase. She’d been using them to rub herself off.”

“Fucking hell, Jess!” Throwing her hands up, Rachel began to pace the room. “What on earth are you waiting for? You and Alice should be making love on a nightly basis, and you haven’t even tasted her yet!”

“Easy for you to say,” Jess retorted. “It’s a big thing, becoming lovers with your own daughter. You haven’t had sex with Bella, after all.”

“Oh, but I plan to.”

Jess stared at her with her mouth open. “You — you do?”

Rachel nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since she and I masturbated together. And listening to you describe being with Alice… it sounds amazing, makes me realise how much I want Bella.”

“How do you think you’ll… make it happen, then?”

“Good question,” Rachel said, seating herself on the bed. “I’ll have another chat with her, see if she’s got any more questions. But this time, I’ll teach her about more than how to finger her pussy. A lot more.” She paused. “Then there’s Cindy, she’s growing up pretty fast.”

“Cindy? But she’s only ten!”

“She has to learn some time, and it’s better coming from me,” Rachel insisted.

Jess opened her mouth to object — then fell silent. That’s a lot like the argument I gave myself, she thought, to justify what I did with Alice. That, and the fact that my daughter and I were both naked, we were kissing, she was touching me and I just wanted to fuck her.

Moving closer to Jess, Rachel placed a hand on her friend’s hip, languidly caressing the soft skin. “I wonder if Alice and Bella talk about this stuff. When Alice comes over and they’re together in Bella’s room, I hear a lot of giggling. When I ask them what’s going on, they say ‘Nothing’, but now I think of it, I’m sure they’re up to something naughty.”

“Like what?” Jessica asked.

“Well, they always seem to be half naked. They tell me they’re dressing up, or just wanted to cool off. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that our little angels are practicing kissing — or more.”

Jess recalled the sight of her daughter, naked in bed the morning after Rachel came over. Did Alice touch herself the night before, while thinking of me? Was she already having fantasies of sex with Mum?

Rachel had a thoughtful look on her face, and Jess wondered what was going through her mind. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Perhaps we should sit them both down with us and find out if anything is going on. At the very least, we should offer the girls some guidance… perhaps together?” Rachel raised an eyebrow, then licked her lips as she reached out to cup Jessica’s breast.

Jess knew what Rachel was suggesting, and also knew she should be shocked — but the truth was, she was already anticipating another session of lovemaking with Alice. And when she added Rachel and Bella to the mix, imagining the four of them in bed, loving one another in a glorious lesbian orgy, she felt herself quiver inside with renewed lust.

“Maybe you’re right,” Jess murmured, stroking Rachel’s thigh. “I don’t know — I need to think some more about this.”

Rachel smiled to herself. She knew that she’d planted a seed in her new lover’s mind, one that was already beginning to germinate. “How about a kiss?” she said.

The two women came together and made love once more — this time, gentle and slow. They shared a few tender kisses, then covered themselves and fell asleep.

As they had been on most nights since that first time with Rachel, Jessica’s dreams were filled with images of women and girls of all ages. The difference this time was that she pictured herself kissing and having sex with them, all of them… and instead of guilt and conflict dominating her feelings, there was something much closer to euphoria, a sense of enlightenment.

Jess slumbered on, a faint smile on her lips.

Now available from our fictional workshop: Chapter Nine!

 

Ripples, Chapter 7

  • Posted on January 11, 2019 at 2:56 pm

by Sapphmore and JetBoy

It was Saturday, and Jessica was taking her daughters to their respective weekend activities. First, she dropped Alice off at school, where she and her Girl Scout troop would catch their coach to Wales, then Jess drove the younger girls to their friends’ house at a rural estate a few miles outside of town for a day out at a local play centre, followed by a birthday party and sleepover.

As she drove up to the closed security gates, manned by cameras and an intercom, Jess lowered her window to look expectantly at the camera. Almost immediately, the gates slid open. They passed through stone pillars and the electronic gates closed silently behind them.

The Turner estate was large and impressive, with a fountain in the center of a circular drive, extensive formal gardens near a large old manor house, fields, woodland, a lake and a tennis court, as well as a swimming pool housed in a large glass structure attached to the house. A hundred meters from the main house, and joined by a pergola-covered path, there was a second house, larger than an average home, which Jess took to be for staff or guests.

Jessica had only been there once or twice before to deliver some very expensive haute couture. It wasn’t something she did routinely, but Blanche was a friend, as well as a good customer.

As she drove up the long driveway to the house, the door opened and Blanche came out to greet them — followed by the birthday girls, running past to hug Katie and Poppy, who gave their friends their wrapped presents. After a quick, “Hello, Mrs. Turner,” Jessica’s daughters raced into the house with their friends, all four girls screaming and giggling.

“I hope you have a generous supply of earplugs,” Jessica said to the very elegant lady standing before her.

Blanche was a regular customer of Jessica’s and one of the ‘ladies who lunch’; although perhaps that gave a false impression that she spent her days doing just that. In fact, Blanche was a pillar of the community — an astute businesswoman with her own property portfolio, Chairwoman of the School Governors and a noted philanthropist, being involved in several local charities. She had just turned forty and was married to a very successful property developer.

Jess greeted her warmly with a kiss on the cheek. Blanche spent a lot of money in Jessica’s store, on herself as well as her three daughters — the eldest of whom, Lola, was thirteen.

“Hello, Jessica, lovely to see you. Sorry, I haven’t been into the shop for a while… my schedule these days is positively manic. Do you have time for a coffee?” Blanche asked, lightly touching Jessica’s elbow.

“Sorry, Blanche, I already made plans to spend a couple of hours at the shop. Believe me, I know what you mean about having a full schedule. I’ll take a rain check for tomorrow morning when I pick up the girls, how about that?”

“That would be lovely, Jessica. I asked all the parents to collect their daughters around midday… but do come earlier than that if you can, so we’ll have enough time for a good chat.”

“I’d love to, Blanche. See you tomorrow.”

Waving goodbye to the girls — who were too engrossed in playing to notice — Jess drove back to the shop, which had been opened that morning by her assistant manager, Ella Rigby. Her real name was Eleanor, but she used the shorter name to keep people from bringing up the Beatles song, “like they’re the first ones in the whole bloody world to notice,” as she put it.

Jess and Ella sat down with the invoices for their recent arrivals, and Jess was pleased to learn that all the newer stock had been received, priced, and put out on the sales floor. Ella and Bridget had even improvised a beautiful new display for the new line of Kate Spade handbags that had just arrived. As it turned out, there wasn’t much left that needed doing.

“Why don’t you call it a day, Jess?” Ella told her. “I’ve got everything in hand here. Relax, take an afternoon for yourself. You’re overdue for a little self-indulgence.”

The offer was too tempting to pass up. “Thanks, Ella, you’re an absolute gem,” Jessica said. Thanking providence that she had such dedicated employees, she exited the store and drove home.

It was early afternoon, so Jess had plenty of time before she needed to get ready for her night out with the ladies. Deciding to tidy up the house, she made quick progress until she got to her daughters’ rooms. Frowning at Katie’s clutter, she thought, I don’t know why I should even bother — five minutes after the girls get home, it’ll look like a tornado cruised through. Still, anticipation for the night to come had her filled with nervous energy that needed to be used, so she shrugged, got out the large laundry hamper and waded in.

Jess elected to start with Alice’s room, which was somewhat tidier than the others. With the girls all out, this was an excellent opportunity to wash the bed linen, so she began to strip the bed.

As she took off the pillowcase, something fell out that had been tucked inside.

She stopped to stare down at the small piece of material lying on the floor, her eyes widening when she realised what it was. There on the carpet was a pair of her panties, the ones she’d worn the day before while masturbating in her office.

Jessica gaped at the skimpy knickers, heart racing, all thoughts of housework gone. I distinctly remember putting these into my laundry basket, so how did they get here? Alice must’ve dug them out, but what for? Oh my God, could she possibly be…

With a trembling hand, she picked up her panties, lifted them to her nose and took a hesitant sniff. No doubt about it, the scent of her cunt still lingered. Was Alice doing this? Why else would she take them?

Jess took another sniff — then frowned. Wait just a minute…

Bringing them back to her nose and inhaling more deeply, Jessica grew aware that another scent besides hers permeated the gauzy material — stronger and more recent. It suddenly struck her that she recognised the source of this new odour; it was Alice!

Her head was spinning. Bloody hell, my daughter is rubbing herself off with my dirty knickers!

As if on automatic pilot, Jessica reached down to the front of her tracksuit bottoms, groping at the rapidly mounting warmth between her legs. She stumbled towards the door and down the hallway like a  sleepwalker, thinking only of getting to her room, of stripping naked and masturbating.

When she got there, Jess saw her dressing gown hanging from its hook on the inside of her door. The sight of it reminded her that she had an erotic memento of her own. Delving into the pocket, she pulled out the lacy panties that Sally had given her just the day before. At first she just stared at them — then, in a moment of lucidity, she strode over to her bedside cabinet, opened the top drawer and, fumbling around inside, brought out her vibrator.

Jessica looked at the toy with the kind of relief one might feel after finally finding something that had gone missing for days. Thankful that she’d remembered to change its batteries, she quickly undressed, then laid down on her bed and stretched out.

But as she began to caress herself, Jess paused — then raised her head, lost in thought as she gazed through the open doorway.

I really shouldn’t, she told herself. But God, I want to. Touching my cunt in Alice’s bed, where my beautiful daughter lay just a couple of hours ago. The scent of her body, still lingering on the sheets…

The thudding of Jessica’s heart pulsed through her like an electric bass as she slowly rose from her bed and padded through her door, then back up the hall to Alice’s room — vibrator in one hand, two pairs of soiled knickers in the other.

Spreading herself out on Alice’s bed, Jess placed the sex toy by her side, then pressed her own knickers to her face and took a deep breath. Then she brought Sally’s panties up to her nose and inhaled, savouring the memory of that illicit coupling. With one pair in each hand, she switched back and forth between the two, becoming light-headed as she lost herself in the varied scents of three different cunts, hers included.

The tingling between Jessica’s thighs was now an ache, desire a raging beast that snapped and snarled beneath her belly. Switching both pairs of panties to one hand, Jess held them to her face while she fumbled around blindly for the vibrator. Finally grasping the toy, she twisted the base, sighing with relief to hear its loud buzzing.

The temptation was there to get off right away, to apply the quivering plastic cock directly to her clit and bring the house down around her ears. But Jess also longed to tease herself, to spin the pleasure out for as long as possible. So she brought the vibrator to her breasts instead, teasing each nipple in turn with the tip of her toy.

All the while she breathed through the pairs of panties in her left hand, filling her nose with the thick perfume of cunt, imagining her twelve-year-old lying naked in this very spot, doing the exact same thing.

The image of a nude Alice sniffing her dirty knickers sent Jessica’s lust meter screaming into the red, threatening imminent overload. It was too much for her — taking it slow was no longer an option. She had to come, and it had to happen now.

Spreading her legs even wider, she pressed the length of the vibrator against her pubis, then changed the angle to rub the tip up and down through the slit. As the toy eased its way between her labia, she paused, withdrawing it to briefly touch the tip to her clitoris — a choked gasp exploding from her lips at how lovely that felt.

Returning to her cunt, Jess eased the hard tube into the creamy tunnel, which did little to dampen the vibrator’s buzzing. Penetrating herself up to the hilt, she began to work the device in and out — going slowly at first, but gradually increasing the tempo until she reached a heated pace, occasionally pulling out to tease the nub of her clit.

She continued for several minutes, feeling the ecstasy rise until it spilled over, and then Jessica was coming like a woman possessed, crying, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, Alice!”

God, this is so fucking perverted, she thought. Her breath was coming in short heavy pants, similar to how she’d done when giving birth to Alice and her sisters. She jerked almost violently as another surge of pleasure kicked in, strong enough to lift her hips up from the bed, only the shoulders and heels to support the weight of her.

Jessica let out a long, shivery moan before she sank back down into the sheets, holding the vibrator deep inside her cunt, whispering, “My precious little girl… oh, Alice, I’m s-so in love with you, sweet child… ooooohhh, you m-make Mummy so happy, my little lover…”

Finally, she lay still and quiet, her body humming from head to toe. Then she realized that the humming was coming from the sex toy, still buzzing and buried in her vagina. She slowly extracted the rigid object and, switching it off, brought it to her lips, breathing in her scent before taking it into her mouth to suck.

Jess rested for a while, gradually getting her heartbeat back under control while she tried to rationalise what she’d just done. What the hell has happened to me? she asked herself. I’m turning into a sex-obsessed dyke, one who can’t stop having fantasies about her twelve-year-old daughter!

Frowning, she pondered the situation. I was beginning to think that Alice wasn’t interested in having sex with me again… but I must be wrong about that, if she’s stealing my knickers and masturbating with them. But if she still wants me, why hasn’t she done anything about it?

Reaching for her panties, she idly toyed with them, still lost in thought. Then again, I want her too. No sense in lying to myself about that, not anymore. Oh, Alice, if you only knew how desperately I ache to have you naked in my arms, to kiss that lovely mouth over and over… But if that’s so, then why haven’t I come on to her? Could we each be waiting for the other to make the next move?

Soon as that idea entered her consciousness, Jessica knew it was the right one. She and her daughter had made love once… now, they both wanted more, but were too timid to do anything about it.

I still feel that way, Jess admitted. I can’t approach Alice and ask her, ‘Sweetheart, I’d like to have sex with you again’, even if I knew she’d say yes! Ridiculous, but there it is. What I need to do is send her a signal, some clue to let her know I’m interested.

She stared at the worn underwear in her hands, the seed of an idea beginning to germinate. What if I…

Jess reached between her thighs, pressing the soiled panties into the dripping flesh of her cunt like a washcloth. After all, the smell of pussy is beginning to fade; it’s only fair that I add something to it.

Sitting up and swinging her legs to the floor, Jessica rose to her feet, examining the bed to see the mess she’d made of it. She quickly tidied it up, putting the stray pillow back in the pillowcase, then tucking her now sodden knickers back inside. I’ll wash the sheets later this week, she decided, and give Alice time to discover my little surprise.

She took one last look around the room and left, still a little surprised by the boldness of her act. Next time Alice smells my panties, she’ll get the message loud and clear — that I want to make love with her again. Wonder how she’ll respond?

Back in her bedroom, she took one last sniff of Sally’s lacy gift before replacing it in her robe pocket, then strode into her bathroom, started up the shower and climbed into the cubicle.

As she soaped herself, thoughts of Alice continued to make themselves known. Instead of her usual straightforward and functional wash-and-go, Jessica lingered, paying particular attention to soaping her breasts, tweaking the nipples. She lathered up her hand and placed it between her legs, stroking those closely trimmed auburn pubes, trailing her middle finger down until it slipped easily into her vagina. It felt lovely, but after that mad rogering she’d given herself with the vibrator, not quite enough.

And it’s the cheapest sex toy you can buy! Jess thought. I need something more substantial. Maybe I ought to upgrade and buy one of those realistic silicone cocks — at least nine inches’ worth.

She knew that Ann Summers shops sold such things, but couldn’t see herself plucking up the courage to visit one — especially the outlet in Oxford, where she might be seen by someone who knew her. Of course, she could always purchase sex toys online, if only there was a way to ensure that the package went straight into her hands. Imagine one of the girls finding that on the doormat! Then again, Alice would probably be thrilled right down to her boots.

Suddenly Jess imagined herself with a rubbery fake prick in her hand, using it on a moaning Alice — not fully penetrating her daughter, just teasing her cunt with the buzzing tip until the girl cried, Fuck me, Mummy, fuck me! Overwhelmed with renewed lust, Jess wriggled a second finger into her vagina to join the first, using the thumb to rub her clit.

On impulse, she reached behind with the other soapy hand and worked a slick index finger deep into her bum. This double penetration quickly brought Jessica to another climax. She leaned against the tiled walls of the shower, hot water cascading down on her body as she cried out her daughter’s name.

Catching her breath, she quickly rinsed off the soap, turned off the water and stepped out. Grabbing a fluffy towel, she gazed thoughtfully at the image in the steam-obscured mirror. The same questions she’d asked herself a few days ago resurfaced – and she still wasn’t certain of the answers. I’m closer than I was then, though.

She vigourously dried herself, blow-drying her long red hair. She considered lying down on her bed to relax for awhile, but decided she couldn’t trust herself not to start masturbating again. Instead, she elected to apply moisturising lotions to her skin and paint her nails, then unwound with a sandwich, a cup of coffee and a trade magazine.

After washing up, she rummaged through the racks of clothes in her dressing room, finally selecting a glittery gold mini-dress that she hadn’t worn since a Christmas dinner and dance a couple of years ago, back when she was still trying to get back into the dating game. It was not only short enough to show off her long, shapely legs, but had a plunging neckline and hugged her curves nicely. Complemented with a push-up bra, skimpy thong and four-inch heels, she appraised herself in the full-length mirror, pleased with the results.

Shortly after 7 PM, the bell rang, and she opened the door to Rachel — but the words of greeting froze in her mouth. She could only stare.

Jess had thought of her own outfit as pretty hot, but Rachel’s was stunning. She wore a red stretch mini-dress that clung so tightly to her incredible figure that it might as well have been spray-painted on; essentially two panels of thin material joined at the sides by crossover straps. She realised with a start that it came from one of her new collections at the shop. However, what caught Jessica’s attention more than anything was how the exposed sides made it obvious that Rachel had gone completely bare under her dress.

“Rachel Thomas!” Jess exclaimed, pulling her friend inside and closing the door. “Are you really going out like that?”

“What’s wrong, don’t you like it? You said I should check out your new range,” Rachel retorted with a spin.

Jessica shook her head in disbelief. “I thought some of the party-wear stuff I got in for the young girls was dead sexy — but on you it looks downright criminal! I’d never have the nerve.” She stood back to admire the view.

“Well, I can’t really wear anything under it without spoiling the lines, can I? Anyway, look at you, little Miss Wallflower. Not exactly dressed for Sunday school, are we?”

Jessica shrugged and said, “Fair point, fancy a glass of wine?”

Leaning in, Rachel gave Jess a hug and brief air-kiss, careful not to spoil her friend’s lipstick. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Jessica went to the wine cooler and turned. “Pinot okay?”

“Mmm, that’ll do nicely,” responded her friend with a nod.

She opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and poured two generous glasses. As she passed one to Rachel, she asked, “So, what’s the deal with this club we’re going to?”

The sexy brunette looked a bit coy, causing Jessica to raise a curious eyebrow. “Actually, when I said it was ‘Ladies Night’, I mean ladies only night. I thought it would be good not to have loads of desperately optimistic men competing with each other to have it off with us, so we can just relax and enjoy ourselves. And each other.”

At first, Jess felt as if she should be disappointed. She’d taken it for granted that, even on ladies night, there might be the odd chance of meeting an available man. But soon as the thought entered her head, she cast it aside. Rachel was right; the presence of men would just spoil their fun. Anyhow, all I’m interested in right now is being with women… or girls.

As they drank their wine, Rachel and Jess chatted about their daughters, work and friends — anything to avoid discussing what had happened between them… and what might happen again. There was a charge in the air, lingering like static before a thunderstorm. Each woman was harbouring sexual thoughts about the other and the tension was almost palpable.

Jessica noticed Rachel looking her up and down in a most appreciative way. She caught herself doing the same, and could swear that Rachel’s nipples were more visible through the clingy dress than they’d been before. She even caught herself looking up Rachel’s dress for a glimpse at the dark junction between her thighs, but quickly turned away when she thought Rachel had noticed.

Damn it, Jess, she admonished herself. Stop checking her out!

Rachel said, “Actually Jess, while I was looking at your new stuff, I wondered why you don’t stock some of the more raunchy gear — you know, a bit of leather and latex, or tarty nurse and schoolgirl uniforms.”

Jessica raised her hands in protest. “I’m not running a sex shop! What do you think my older ladies would say if I started selling kinky bondage gear?”

“Hey, they might like it,” Rachel replied with a laugh. “You know, spice up their love lives a bit. Anyway, I don’t mean that cheap tacky stuff. I’m talking classy clubwear for those ladies who want to really make an impression. I bet there are a few people in the money who go to swingers clubs round here. You could clean up!”

“When did you become an authority on swingers clubs?” Jess said, studying her friend in disbelief. “Don’t tell me you’ve done that as well! I’m beginning to think I don’t really know you.”

Rachel just smiled — as if she was fighting the urge to take the two small steps that lay between her and Jessica and kiss that lipsticked mouth.

Jess waved the wine bottle. “Another?” she said, changing the subject.

“Ta very much,” Rachel said, proffering her empty glass.

The bottle was empty when Jess said, “Let’s freshen up, our taxi is due soon.” They went to Jessica’s bathroom and reapplied the lippie they’d left on their wine glasses, brushed their hair and did minor touch-ups until the horn of their taxi sounded from the drive. They left the house and walked arm in arm to the minibus.

They picked up Abby and Mel first, as they lived just up the road. Both women were dressed in sexy short lace dresses and ridiculously high heels. The minibus went on to town to collect the other four women before making its way into the city, another half hour away.

The group arrived at the club just after 9 o’clock — a little early for clubbing, but it allowed them to get a good table out of the direct line of the speakers. With the music not yet cranked up to full volume, it gave them a chance to catch up without shouting over the non-stop bass beats.

As more clubbers began to arrive, a puzzled Melinda shouted across the table. “Hey, Rachel… how come there are no bloody men here?”

“You know, I wondered what ‘Ladies Night’ meant,” Rachel replied, and the others laughed. As drinks and conversation flowed and the jokes and laughter grew more raucous, more women arrived and the dance floor began to fill as the volume and tempo of the music increased, the room now pulsing with a hard, sexy beat.

A couple of the group were pointing out some of the more striking patrons and commenting on their outfits, then they noticed that some of the women in the booths scattered around the club were kissing.

Serena yelled across the table, “Oi, Rachel! When you said Ladies Night, you didn’t tell us it was really Lesbian Night!”

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” she said with a look of feigned innocence. “Actually, I thought some of you girls might back out in case you were tempted to start wearing dungarees and taking your holidays on Lesbos — except for Jess, of course. I thought she might blush so much that her face would clash with her hair!”

The others laughed, and Jessica protested, “Hey, I’ve just got a new line in dungarees!” which made the group laugh even louder. She recalled her conversation of a few days ago, when she asked Rachel if she was trying to convert her — and blushed anyway.

The DJ put on some classic Motown, and the group got up to dance. Everyone was happy to be letting their hair down a little — even Serena, in her case literally, surprising the group with a lustrous mane of dark hair that she normally kept imprisoned in a tight ponytail.

Jessica wasn’t usually one to let herself go either, being a somewhat restrained person in general. She tended to stand out in public a bit more than she liked, because of her height and those long, lustrous tresses of red hair. But on this night, she managed to put all cares out of her mind and was simply enjoying herself.

As they danced in a group, singing along with the old hits, Jess glanced around the floor and noticed for the first time that several of the dancing women were kissing, some even grinding their bodies together in a most provocative way.

Then one particular couple caught her eye. She was surprised to see Beverley Masters, Alice’s twenty-eight-year-old PE & sports teacher. However, what surprised her even more was that she was with Hannah Brookes, a lovely young girl of only nineteen, one of the teaching assistants at the school. It was quite clear they were more than just good friends. They were gyrating sensually to the music like snakes in a courtship dance and the younger girl was nuzzling the older woman’s neck, causing Beverley to throw her head back, then pull Hannah in closer for a deep, hungry kiss.

She gave Rachel a nudge, inclining her head toward the dancing couple. Rachel’s unexpected response was merely, “Oh, yeah, it’s Bev and Hannah.”

Jessica stared at Rachel. “You know about them? You never told me that Beverley was with Hannah — or that she was gay, for that matter.”

Rachel shrugged. “Well, it never came up in conversation. I saw them once together and we got chatting. She told me they’d been together for a few months, and asked me to keep it quiet.”

“Well, what else have you been keeping secret?”

Rachel extended an index finger to lift her friend’s chin and responded, “Well, if you’re a good girl — no, make that a bad girl — I just might tell you later.” She pouted her lips in a kiss.

Jessica raised an eyebrow. “I just might hold you to that. Here, I’m off to the ladies.”

“Don’t have too much fun,” Rachel said with a wink, then got back into the dance with a delighted squeal as Marvin Gaye’s “Ain’t That Peculiar” began to play.

As Jess entered the toilets, she saw a couple of pretty twentysomethings snogging against a wash basin. They didn’t stop to acknowledge her presence, or even come up for air as she swiftly entered a cubicle.

Soon as she hoisted her skirt, slipped her thong down and sat, Jessica heard the rustling of clothes, then the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity in the stall next door. She listened intently, trying to picture the scene as she heard a voice hiss, “Take off your knickers and stand on the loo.”

There was a shuffling movement, and suddenly four fingers came over the partition wall, the nails done in glossy black varnish. Those fingers tensed and gripped the wall, turning white with the pressure of squeezing the panel. Jess finished peeing and wiped herself, but remained right where she was, caught up in the lewdness of the moment.

Listening to the panting and gasps of pleasure on the other side of the wall, Jess let her hand stray back between her legs, holding her breath as she lightly teased her clit with a fingertip.

She’d just begun to masturbate herself when the girl was perched on the toilet blurted, “Oh, fuck me — I’m c-coming!” and tried to suppress a scream — only it came out as a squeak, with the girl’s partner giving out with a muffled moan. Guess I know where her mouth is right now, Jessica thought.

The fingers tightened, then relaxed. “Lovely,” their owner whispered. “Oh, Mrs. Ayers, that tongue of yours…”

Jessica paused her ministrations, fearful of being caught in the act — half expecting the owner of the hand to peek over the partition at any moment. Instead, the girl awkwardly climbed down from the loo, and Jess heard the two lovers share a very wet kiss.

Feeling far less bold now, she withdrew her hand from where it nestled between her thighs. Better not do this here, she decided. She stood and tugged up the thong, adjusted her dress and cautiously opened the door, then emerged.

As Jess washed her hands, two women came out of the adjoining cubicle. Glancing in the mirror, she saw an attractive woman of around forty and a girl who appeared to be half her age — and the owner of those black fingernails. They were both casually adjusting their clothing.

When the woman noticed Jess, she then turned quite deliberately to her young companion and, gripping the girl’s ponytail, drew her close for a passionate kiss. With her other hand on the girl’s bum, which was barely covered by the tiny leather skirt, the two lovers rubbed their bodies together, as if they were trying to fuck while standing up.

Finally, they broke apart — and Jessica felt her face grow hot, realizing that she’d just allowed two perfect strangers to put on a live sex show for her.

The woman turned to wash her hands, grabbed her partner by the elbow and led her out of the toilet. Just before the door swung shut, she looked back at Jessica, then licked her lips and winked. Jess could only stare at the closed door, pulsing from head to toe with excitement. Maybe Rachel will kiss me like that tonight, she thought. I hope she does, too. There, I admit it.

Pushing the button that started up the hot air dispenser, she dried her hands, pausing to steal a look at the two young women who she’d seen upon entering the toilets. They were still kissing, oblivious to anything else. The taller girl was pushing her partner back against the basin; she slid a hand down between their bodies, then up her partner’s tartan mini skirt. The other girl emitted a loud moan, reaching back behind to grab the edge of the basin as her body stiffened.

As Jess opened the door to leave, shocked at how brazen these girls were, she was still peering back at them when she bumped into a woman coming into the toilets.

“Oops, sorry,” she said and looked up, surprised to see that it was the mother of Alice’s school friend, Azumi. “Oh, my goodness! Hi, Reiko, how are you?”

The beautiful, petite Japanese woman was momentarily lost for words. “Hi, Jess… um, what are you doing here?” she asked.

Jessica pulled Reiko aside in the hallway to let other women pass. She said, “Oh, I’m out with the girls — Abby and Mel, plus Rachel and a few others. Are you here with Nadya, then?”

Reiko’s eyes widened in surprise at the realisation that Jessica knew about her partner. “It’s okay,” Jess hastened to add, “Azumi told Alice and Olivia about you and Nadya. I’m sorry; I don’t want to get your daughter into trouble. It’s just that, uh, the girls were talking, and she told them about your… situation. Then Alice had some questions, so she told me.”

Reiko seemed to relax as it sank in that Jessica was perfectly fine with her sexuality — of course, they were chatting in a lesbian bar. “That’s okay, Jess — Azumi isn’t in any trouble. I don’t hide my being gay… but I don’t exactly broadcast it, either.”

Jess smiled. “Don’t worry. I’m the soul of discretion.”

Patting Reiko’s shoulder, she started to return to the dance floor when a young woman sidled up to them. “Hello,” she said to Jess in a strong East European accent. “You are… mother of Alice, yes?”

“Uh, yes.” she said with a brief nod.

Reiko smiled. “Jessica… I’d like you to meet my lover, Nadya.”

The Russian girl greeted Jess warmly, kissing her on both cheeks. She had several streaks of colour in her mainly black hair, and if Jessica hadn’t already known her age, she’d have estimated her to be at least a couple of years younger than twenty-one.

They exchanged goodbyes, then Jess returned to the dance floor. She noticed that Rachel wasn’t with the others. Did she go for more drinks?

Then she saw her. Rachel was dancing with a young woman — or to be more precise, grinding herself into a young woman, who couldn’t have been a day over twenty. The girl was working her thigh between Rachel’s legs, causing her dress to ride up. Rachel was riding that thigh, clearly grinding her cunt against it. They were clutching each other tightly and, as the record segued into the next, shared a brief but heated kiss.

It was only as they parted that Jessica recognised the girl as Heidi Kirk, a young fitness trainer at their gym. She reminded Jessica of a slightly older version of Sally, and the sight of her making out with Rachel gave her a sudden pang of jealousy — though she wasn’t certain which of the two women made her feel that way. Maybe both?

Not wanting Rachel to catch her staring, she quickly made her way back to their table. Then, less than a minute after seating herself, Rachel returned, sitting next to Jessica. Her face was slightly flushed.

Jess gave her friend a wry smile. “You seemed to really be enjoying that dance with Heidi.”

Rachel winked. “Well, when in Rome and all that…” she said, reaching for her drink.

Shit, I AM jealous, Jessica suddenly realised, and turned to look for her drink in case her face betrayed how she felt.

They sat without speaking for a few minutes, watching the crowd. Then Serena noticed them and cried, “Hey, you two — get back out here and shake those arses!”

Seizing Jessica’s arm, Rachel dragged her friend from her seat to join the rest of the group, who were strutting their stuff to Donna Summer. The DJ played a few more disco plates, then switched to Sixties dance hits, with everyone in their party singing along with Dusty, Diana, Aretha and Otis.

Several songs and a strained voice later, Jess returned to the table to drain her glass, then decided she needed the loo again. Entering the ladies, she saw only that one cubicle was occupied.

Another woman, perhaps a little younger than her, stood with both hands under the loud dryer. As their eyes met, the woman smiled and said, “Great night, eh?”

Jess smiled nervously and mumbled, “Yeah,” before the woman left. Jess thought she looked familiar, but couldn’t recall where from. Maybe I saw her in the shop?

Turning around to face the toilet stalls, she thought about it for a moment, then entered the cubicle furthest away from the one that was occupied.

But as she raised her skirt and sat down, Jessica heard whispered voices from the other cubicle, and rolled her eyes. Again? Bloody hell, has everyone here gone sex mad?

With a sigh, she sat in silence, trying in vain to ignore the sounds of rustling clothes and heavy breathing, punctuated by the occasional moan. There were wet slurping sounds as the lovers got into what sounded like very intense French kissing — then their whispers grew a little louder, enough for Jess to hear a voice say, “Put your leg up over my shoulder.”

Jessica had been sitting with her face resting in both hands, but at those words her head snapped up, eyes suddenly very wide. She knew that voice. Her body was taut as piano wire as she listened intently, waiting for the woman to speak again.

There was a wet squishing sound, and it didn’t take much imagination to know it was the sound of fingers plunging in and out of a wet pussy. Then she heard, “Christ, Mel, you’re so nasty… but so good. No one can fuck me like you do.”

Jess held her breath. What the fuck!? That was Abby… and my God, she’s with Melinda! Two of my best friends are having lesbian sex in a public toilet!

She was in shock — but as an image formed in her mind of her friends locked in a passionate kiss, she realised it wasn’t so much that they were lovers, but that she hadn’t known about it. I’ve never caught even a hint of this kind of thing from them… then again, would I have known enough to recognize the signs?

She wondered how long this had been going on. This isn’t their first time, that’s for certain.

Jessica recalled the kiss she’d shared with Abby at that sleepover, over twenty-five years ago. I wonder if she and Mel have been at it ever since? Kissing her certainly had quite the effect on me at the time, but it didn’t last. Maybe Abby enjoyed it even more than she let on. Jess frowned. Wonder why she never tried to have it off with me since then?

Mind you, I’ve certainly made up for lost time over the last few days. I masturbated with my best friend, had sex with a schoolgirl, made love to my own daughter, let her love me…

Jessica’s reverie was interrupted when she heard Abby’s voice say, “Lick me!” followed by a muffled moan. The sounds of oral sex continued for what felt like an eternity, as Jess held her breath, fearful of being caught eavesdropping by her friends.

She found herself getting increasingly turned on, though — and finally Jess had to slip a hand between her thighs to tease her very moist hole. Trying to stay as quiet as possible, she hooked a finger deep into her vagina, using the thumb to rub her clit. When her eyes drifted shut, she immediately pictured Abby’s face staring up from between her legs, imagined Abby’s tongue delving into her cunt.

As if on cue, all three women came, Jessica clamping a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She rode her orgasm as high and far as she could take it, then leaned against the wall of the cubicle to keep herself from falling off the toilet.

Fuck, that was good,” she heard Abby say. “Don’t know if I can dance any more after that… I’m positively knackered!”

“I can’t believe how wet you were,” said Melinda. “My lipstick must be a right mess… think I left at least half of it on your pussy!”

Abby giggled. “I think whoever’s in that other cubicle enjoyed it, too.” Jessica froze.

“Oh, I’m sure she did,” Melinda said, then called out. “Hey, girl! Why don’t you come join us?”

Jess was in full panic mode. Christ, what am I going to do? I can’t let them know it was me listening to them!

A pause, then she heard Abby murmur. “Hmm. Guess she’s only into solo action.”

“Doesn’t know what she’s missing,” Mel laughed.

Jessica heard the two lovers share one last kiss, then emerge from the stall. She spent an agonizing couple of minutes waiting while her friends washed and dried their hands, hoping against hope that they didn’t intend to find out who this mysterious witness to their lovemaking might be. Finally, Mel and Abby left the loo, the large, thick wooden door closing behind them with a dull thunk.

It took another couple of minutes before Jess dared to glance outside her cubicle. As she did, she saw the door begin to open and quickly ducked back into the stall. She heard two women enter the toilets, but an overheard fragment of conversation made it clear that they were strangers to her.

Sighing in relief, Jess came out and went to the basins without looking at the other women. After drying her hands, she returned to the table, trying to slip back into her seat without being noticed.

No such luck, though. Rachel gave her a wry smile. “Christ, Jess, we were beginning to think you’d wandered off and got lost. Where have you been?”

Mel and Abby were also there, seated side by side. Glancing their way, Jessica was momentarily lost for words, so she picked up her glass to give herself time to think.

She took a slug of tepid gin and tonic, then said, “Um, I was just talking to someone I know… on the other side of the floor.”

“Oh, we thought maybe you were in the ladies, chucking up — or something else, maybe…?”

“No, I wasn’t in the ladies,” she mumbled. Her eyes met Abby’s, then Mel’s, both women looking at her in a strange way. Brazening it out, she suddenly jumped up and said, “Hey, why are we all just sitting here like a pack of old age pensioners? Come on, let’s shake it!”

Seizing Rachel’s hand, Jess led her friend out to the dance floor, the others close behind. She wasn’t sure why, but suddenly she felt downright giddy with joy, eager to lose herself in the music — and the night.

Onward to Chapter Eight!