Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

Author Unknown

My daughter and I didn’t talk for the next three weeks. Julie was barely around, and when she was, an icy resentment permeated the space between us. I tried several times to reconcile with her, but I was brushed off and ignored, left to hope that time would heal.

I met with Piper to end the relationship, telling her that we couldn’t continue as her tears fell into her coffee. She begged and pleaded with me to not end it, promising that we would be more careful, but I held firm this time, hugging her goodbye and telling her that I loved her one last time before I walked away.

But of course, it wasn’t the last time. Piper continued to text me desperate pleas, and when they failed she used her erotic self again, trying to seduce me. Wall by wall, layer by layer, she succeeded. My conscience wanted to protect, Julie but my heart and body were unwilling to let Piper go.

After a week, I agreed to meet her discreetly at the mall, in a department store as if we were a mother and daughter going shopping. We selected clothing at random, then made our way to the changing rooms. Once the door closed on the stall, our restraint deserted us. Her mouth attacked mine, then kissed my neck and chest before she flipped me around, reached under my dress and tugged my panties down. I bent over and she pushed her face into me from behind, licking me like she loved to, making me bite my knuckle to stifle my groans as I came in her face.

We continued to meet like this, in public places where we could satisfy ourselves: a bathroom stall, outdoors at night, a secluded spot in my car. These were fevered, rushed encounters, without the comfort of a bed or much time for foreplay. I told myself that it was out of necessity, but it was also thrilling, and it peeled another layer off my inner animal. In the throes of my orgasms, I would close my eyes and imagine being caught, the stall door opening or a stranger spotting us. Strangely enough, that only got me hotter.

It heightened the feeling, but afterward, I knew that there was a larger, darker fantasy that was lurking in me. I refused to feed it, shunning the temptation to go down that rabbit hole, but it refused to leave me alone until it finally invaded my dreams. The same sensations were there, my wrists bound and my mouth gagged, unable to stop it, the dildo deep inside me.

Then my daughter appears, watching me, ignoring my muffled apologies, just staring at us as her hand moves over her body, finally slipping into her pants.

When I awoke, tears had formed from my horror, but the greater shame lay between my legs: an unbearably damp reminder of my intense arousal. I tried to erase the image, but it was impossible, my daughter’s dark eyes haunted me.

***

Julie finally broke her silence while I was watching TV, seated on the couch.

“Mom, I’m tired of being angry.” It was a wave of relief; I knew these were the first small steps to repairing our relationship.

“Oh, Julie, I’m so very, very sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Do you love her?” Julie’s demeanor was still cold, but at least there was communication between us.

I looked down at my hands, ashamed to meet her eyes. “Yes, I do. It came out of nowhere, honestly, I’ve been dreadfully lonely for so long, and she made me feel like a different person, like someone I wanted to be. She made me happy.” I started crying — partly for shame, but also from anger that, for some fucked-up reason, I wasn’t allowed to be happy.

Her features softened. “I’m sorry, too, Mom. Guess I was scared of losing the two closest people in my life.”

I shook my head. “No, I would never do that to you, honey. You’re always my priority. I’ll never speak to Piper again if that’s what you want.” I’m not sure if that was a lie or not; I’d already tried once to break things off, but I hoped that if it meant that Julie would be happy that I could find the strength to end things with Piper for good.

The offer hung between us, the seconds ticking by. My heart was in my mouth, awaiting her response.

“No, I want you to be happy. If you and Piper are really in love, then you should be together. I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.” With that, she went to her room. There was no hug, the wound was still too fresh to completely heal, but it was a start.

Two days later, Julie came home, a smiling Piper in tow. The day before, Piper phoned to tell me that they were going to meet up to talk about things, and I’d been anxiously awaiting the outcome.

Julie offered me a wan smile before disappearing to her room, leaving me alone with Piper.

“How did it go?” I hesitantly asked.

She kissed me on the cheek, then took me in her arms. “I think it’s going to be okay.”

***

Piper stayed with me that night. Our lovemaking was slow and silent, both of us relishing the chance to feel the warmth of our bodies against each other; our passion now unfettered by time. We climaxed quietly, muffling our cries with pillows so as to not disturb Julie in the adjacent room.

The next weeks witnessed a thaw between the three of us. My relationship with my daughter never completely returned to normal, but she was at least cordial to me and even managed the occasional smile. Julie and Piper began to spend more time with each other; apparently mending their relationship. I was busy with work, and with little to do during the summer, they naturally fell back together. Piper would still stay the night with me when she could, and Julie no longer seemed to mind, or at least she would disappear conveniently to hide her discomfort.

I was happy that their relationship had not been ruined, but as the days went by and they stayed away from the house for longer evenings, coming back giddy and laughing, I began to feel a pang of jealousy. I hid it, but there was a creeping feeling I was being marginalized, my time with Piper was slowly becoming no more than the sex we shared at the end of the night.

“Do you ever talk about me?” I asked her one evening in bed.

“Yeah… sometimes. She asks about things.” Piper was tipsy.

“Like what?”

“Well you know, stuff… like what we do.” She giggled.

“What? And you tell her?”

“Not everything… she was really weirded out at first, but I think she’s just curious, y’know?” The image of Julie interrupting us invaded my mind again, the fantasy of her watching us and how it had aroused me. I snapped the memory shut and let the conversation go, not wanting to explore it any further.

It was only a few days later when that fantasy confronted me again. I’d had dinner with an old friend who was in town and I returned home late. The lights were still on, and as I entered the living room Julie and Piper were sitting on the couch. In the split second that they came into view they jerked away from each other. It was the same as catching them in the act, the instinctual panic of being caught kissing by your parents clearly written on Julie’s face. She blushed and excused herself to her room.

I glared at Piper, but she didn’t show any remorse. “What the fuck, Piper?” I was hurt.

“Relax, it was only a kiss, she just wanted to try it.” She stood up to put her hands on my arms; I shrugged them off.

“What about us? Damn it, Piper, what are you playing at?”

“It was her idea, I swear. I was just talking about you and me and… she said it was turning her on.” A sheepish smile crept across her face that hinted at something mischievous.

My heart started to pound heavily in panic. I turned and left, dozens of unwanted thoughts running through my head; I needed to remove myself from the house.

I didn’t know what thought to tackle first. The idea that my daughter had become aroused by stories that included me, the suggestiveness in Piper’s voice, or the darker thought that the image of the two of them kissing turned me on, that I wished I’d caught them doing more.

An image popped into my head: Piper and Julie on the sofa, naked and making passionate love. Was I appalled by that thought, or aroused by it? Right then, I wasn’t even sure… and that terrified me.

When I returned home, the house had assumed a foreboding aura. Like in a horror film, it had steadily transformed from a place of safety to a place of menace and danger… and at that point, I wasn’t exactly sure that the monster wasn’t me.

It was quiet when I entered and I feared that I would encounter my lover and my daughter together again. But no, Piper was alone, crying.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to lose you, I’m such an idiot, I just thought… I don’t know, I just want to excite you. Please, I’m so sorry.” My heart caved and I saw her as the young girl she was, confused and desperate to make the person she loved happy.

I hugged Piper tightly before taking her upstairs, where we quickly stripped naked. The sex was intense, our faces pressed together as she brought me off roughly with her fingers inside me.

“I want to hear you moan,” Piper demanded as her ministrations quickened.

I gave in and released the cries that I’d had been keeping quiet, for once not caring that I might be heard, letting them grow louder through my climax, swearing at the top of my voice once I reached my peak.

Once my body recovered I went to the bathroom to pour myself a glass of water but stopped dead once I entered the dark hallway. Soft whimpers were emanating from Julie’s room, her door was slightly ajar and a sliver of light illuminated the hallway. At first, I thought she might be sobbing, but as I approached my gut knew that those noises were of a sexual nature.

Against my better judgment, I peered into Julie’s room to find my daughter naked and masturbating on her bed, one hand between her thighs and another squeezing a nipple. Her eyes were closed, her face alight in ecstasy.

I felt the heat rise to my face, but couldn’t ignore the beauty of the scene. She had matured into a woman, retaining my soft curves but still blessed with her father’s Latin complexion. I tore my eyes away to creep towards the bathroom, embarrassed that I had watched for a moment too long. I froze again in the hallway to hear Julie climax with no attempt to mute herself; just as I had done minutes before.

When I returned to my room, Julie’s door was shut. I felt panic at the fact she might have heard me pass. Piper was asleep and I was left alone with my troubling thoughts.

I was still wet, and even though I told myself it was from the sex with Piper, I knew deep down some of it had been refreshed by the brief sight of Julie. I pushed the idea away, but one fact rose to my brain which scared me: Julie had never left her door open at night, not since she’d been a child.

The following few days were spent in a state of anxiety. Things continued as normal, but I held my breath with every corner in the house I rounded, dreading what I might discover. Piper and Julie continued as if nothing had happened, but with every giggle or whisper, I wondered what was being said and if I was their topic of conversation. Nothing else happened, but there was a tangible rising tension between the three of us that made me excuse myself sometimes when in their company.

Then the blackout came.

It was early August when the worst storm in a decade swept through the state. The weather report had warned of its arrival, but not of its intensity. I heard the rumbling in the distance and took a quick shower before the lightning arrived. I’d just finished toweling off when the power went out, throwing the house and street outside into complete darkness. Fumbling for my robe, I shrugged into it and began to feel my way out of the bathroom into the hallway. It was no brighter out there.

“Girls, I’m going to find a flashlight,” I called out. There was no response, but I knew Julie and Piper were in the house somewhere, I’d heard them arrive just before I stepped into the shower.

I slowly made my way down the hall, finding the top of the banister to lead me down the stairs. I measured the depth of the steps, taking my time to be careful. Outside, a crack of lightning signaled that the storm was nearing.

At the bottom of the stairs, I let the wall guide me into the living room, then headed towards the kitchen. In the middle of the room I was stopped by a soft movement in front of me, then a hand that gently ran down my chest to my belly.

“Piper? Where’s Julie?”

“Shhh…” I sensed Piper kneeling in front of me. A hand undid my robe and ran over my hips; a gentle kiss was planted just below my navel. I giggled at her naughtiness.

“No, Piper… what about–”

I was cut short by her tongue snaking between my legs and running over my clit.

I gasped and bit my lip. I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little further apart, immediately turned on by the spontaneity of this moment. Piper accepted the invitation and drew my hips to her mouth, eagerly licking my cunt. God, it felt incredible.

Through the haze of pleasure that started to build in me, there was a small voice in my head that was telling me that something wasn’t quite right, that the feeling of Piper’s mouth was slightly different. That voice grew louder with every lick until a sudden stab of lightning illuminated the room.

There in the flash, Piper was seated on the couch, wide-eyed, a hand down in her shorts. My heart plummeted in the ensuing darkness, the terrifying realization striking me as a clap of thunder shook the house.

“No, no, no, no, no!” I gasped, horrified. Reaching down to grasp Julie’s shoulders, I pulled her up, clutching her face in the dark. “No, Julie, honey… this can’t happen!”

Her hands slipped around my waist, touching my nude body under the robe.

“But I want to, Mom,” my daughter whispered. I tried to move her hands away, but then her warm, soft mouth placed a kiss on my neck.

“No, baby, this is… this is wrong.” There was desperation and fear in my voice. I pushed her head away from me but then her hands returned to my belly, stroking just under my breasts.

Julie’s voice emerged from the dark. “Can’t you feel it, Mom?”

The question made me pause, I didn’t know what she meant until my panic briefly took a back seat to Julie’s touch. I realized that my skin seemed to light up wherever she touched me. I was trembling from head to toe; the spot where she’d kissed my neck was tingling.

Somehow, I realized that this sensation could only be created by the forbidden, that no one else but my daughter could elevate my body to such a state of sensitivity.

“No… we shouldn’t,” I whimpered, already feeling helpless to resist. Fear and panic still remained, but the raw pleasure I felt was drowning out the qualms of my conscience. I tried to push Julie’s hands away, but I was weak and she persisted, running a finger down my neck to set off more unimaginable sensations.

Her lips brushed my ear. “I love you, Mom… and I need this so much.”

“I want this, too…” Piper murmured. She had crept up behind me. Her presence had been an afterthought until she kissed my neck, then tugged the bathrobe over my shoulders. I held it there as a last line of defense, knowing that if it fell my life would never be the same.

Lightning struck again, imprinting a vision of Julie in my mind. Her eyes were hungry, her mouth slightly agape, her breasts strained against her tank top. She was beautiful, luscious, desirable. My guts tightened as I realized I wanted what my daughter wanted.

The robe fell to the ground, and Piper’s hands ran down my arms to my wrists, pulling them behind me. Only this time, I didn’t struggle.

“Kiss her,” Piper whispered over my shoulder.

I wasn’t sure who the order was for, but we both obeyed. Julie’s hands cradled my face, her lips meeting mine. My heart soared and my lips throbbed as I gave in, our tongues meeting, the taste of my cunt still lingering in Julie’s mouth. A violent surge of lust jolted me into a frenzy; it was overwhelming and stripped me of my remaining guilt. My daughter and I moaned in tandem as our kiss deepened even further.

I ripped my hands free from Piper’s grip to clutch my daughter’s face, holding it between them as I tongue-fucked her sweet mouth. Julie’s hands also exploded into activity, and I felt them groping my breasts.

“Suck her tits,” I heard Piper say. The words sent a frisson to my nipples. Already stiff from arousal, I felt them swell even more, waiting for the touch of my daughter’s mouth. The lightning was frequent now, making the room strobe. I stared between flashes as Julie’s soft wet lips closed around the hard tip of my breast, her tongue darting out to lick it before she began to suckle.

I groaned as the exquisite feeling flowed from my breast to all points of my body. Julie’s black eyes gazed deep into mine, no longer seeming to belong to my daughter, but a succubus filled with devilish intent. From behind, I could feel Piper’s naked form press against mine, her head on my shoulder as she watched, her hands starting to slide down my body.

Julie’s mouth released my nipple, but before she could move on to my other breast, I stopped her to pull the skimpy tank top she wore up and off, then undid the buttons on her shorts. She quickly shoved them down to her ankles, then stepped out. Now she was naked.

I buried my face in her breasts, savoring the soft skin with my lips, licking her nipples to elicit a sweet whimper from my little girl before reaching down to cup the wet folds between Julie’s thighs, her whimper mounting into an urgent groan as I wriggled a finger into her vagina.

That served as a starter gun, initiating a dash for my daughter and me to make each other come. I was desperate to finish what we started before the lights came back on to reveal the crime we were committing. Right then, though, I was lost in a state of unhinged arousal, my hands groping and my mouth searching for any part of Julie I could find. I’d never felt such pure hunger for a lover.

Piper was always close by — stroking us, gently guiding us through our lovemaking until I found myself on my knees, mouth pressed hard against my daughter’s sex, her legs spread wide as she sat on the couch. I pushed her thighs up to her shoulders, giving me full access to her cunt. Julie’s moans rose with the bursts and crackling of thunder around us. Her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, and my chin was slick with her nectar.

She came with a piercing shriek, gripping my head in place as she bucked against my face, her essence flowing freely — and I drank down every drop. The taste of my beautiful child was ambrosial.

Finally, I lifted my face from Julie’s pussy, but barely had time to catch my breath before she brought my mouth to hers, tasting herself in a lover’s kiss, almost overwhelming me with the intensity of her passion.

Rising from where she sat, my daughter swiveled me around until I’d taken her place on the sofa. She licked a pathway down to my throbbing cunt and, God help me, I did nothing to stop her. I was on a different plane of reality, one where only lust mattered.

“Oh, God!” I cried as her lips found my clit. It was as if the storm had moved indoors, a searing bolt of pleasure smashing into my helpless body. There was a mighty flash of lightning that lit up the room bright as day, and in that instant, I saw Piper look up from kissing my daughter’s back to give me a hungry stare. Julie just kept eating me, long hard licks from the bottom of my labia to the tip of my aching clitoris.

My orgasm continued to build… and with every lick, my daughter laid on me, the expectation mounted that the next one would push me over the edge. Instead, those incredible feelings continued to grow inside me. My breath grew short, my heart hammered frantically, and tears were flowing down my cheeks — then eventually, mercifully, I climaxed, screaming my daughter’s name at the ceiling, shuddering as the tension I’d worked up from my lust for Julie released itself in a great wave.

Basking in pleasure’s aftermath, my eyes remained closed and the room was still. For a moment I felt that I might somehow be awakening from a dream, embarrassed by its forbidden content, but perhaps relieved that it hadn’t been real.

Then fingers stroked my cheek, and the thunder clapped once again. I felt Julie’s body move to lie on top of mine, her mouth coming down to kiss me once more, the scent of my cunt on her face.

The storm wasn’t over… and neither was the night.

The End

by Regina A

{ This story was originally posted at Nifty in November 2003}

I feel like such a heel for doing this to my own daughter, but I guess I’ve just heard one too many horror stories. I’m not about to let my little girl fall prey to some internet stalker, or be taken advantage of by some creepy guy..

Truth be told, she isn’t so little anymore. Paula just turned sixteen, and she’s blossomed into a very attractive young lady with a lovely figure and beautiful golden-red hair. I know that she spends a lot of time online, emailing her friends and hanging out in chat rooms. I also know that she has a good head on her shoulders, and wouldn’t do anything that would knowingly put herself at risk, but the fiends who lurk out there on the web are very clever about luring sweet young things into their clutches. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I’m just trying to protect my daughter.

That explains how I find myself standing in Paula’s room, trying to work my way through the instructions from the computer spy store. I’ve already installed the software on her computer, and now I’m trying to set up a hidden spy cam in the corner of the room.

“Mostly people use this kind of equipment to catch their husbands,” the woman at the store told me. “But we do get some parents here too.” That makes me feel a little better.

The program is supposed to be one of the best. The spy cam should allow me to monitor her room even from my office, seeing whatever she’s up to, while the software captures all kinds of stuff from the computer, like chats, email, the whole bit.

The next day, I check my email. The report from the snooper software is there, but it doesn’t contain much. I had no idea that teenagers could spend so many hours talking about such inane stuff! I make a mental note to talk to Paula about how much chatting she is doing at night… only in a way that she won’t know I’m snooping on her.

But while I’m reading the report, another e-mail comes in. This one is an alert that the webcam has been activated by movement in my daughter’s room. I try to get the viewing software running so I can take a peek. I don’t really expect to see anything going on, just Paula doing her homework, most likely, or hanging out after school. I fumble around, but I can’t get it to load properly. Twice the program crashes, and then my entire system locks up. I read the manual again, realize I’ve forgotten to reboot after installing. Oh well…

While I’m waiting, I make a quick phone call to one of my clients and we chat for a few minutes. My back is to the computer, but I can hear it coming on behind me. Finally, I’m done with my call and spin back around… and my jaw drops.

The image filling the screen is surprisingly sharp, and what it shows makes me gasp in disbelief. My precious Paula is on her bed, stark naked, straddling someone’s face. All I can see is the top of the person’s head, but it’s clear that, whoever it is, he’s eating Paula’s pussy. My daughter’s face is aglow, and she is in ecstasy. I stare as she pulls and pinches on her own hard nipples and grinds her pussy slowly into the face of the person beneath her.

Suddenly I realize where I am and what I’m doing. I bolt over to shut and lock the door. If someone sees what I’m up to, it would be hard to explain, especially on company time.

Trembling, I make my way back to my chair. Who is this person with her? I’ve never even heard her mention a boyfriend! Yet here she is, having sex in my house. It’s my worst nightmare. God, I hope she has the sense to practice safe sex, I silently pray, then feel my cheeks turning red as I realize the absurdity of what I’m thinking.

What should I do? Should I call home? Interrupt what’s going on even at the risk of admitting my spying activities?

I reach for the phone — but just at that moment, Paula drops down onto her elbows as the person moves out from under her. In a moment I’ll know who it is.

Am I in for a shock! Appearing above Paula’s sweaty behind is the grinning face of Jenna, her closest friend, someone who is almost like a second child to me — and the daughter of Pam, my closest friend. She’s laughing, and her face shines with wetness… the wetness of my Paula’s pussy!

This is crazy, absurd! I feel like everything I know or love is suddenly crumbling all around me. My head spins, and I feel myself getting faint.

How could I have been so blind to this?

I sink back into my chair and try to gather myself. Ten deep breaths. Better.

I look back on the screen and the two of them are cuddling, kissing, and I feel my heart leap in my chest. At the same time, I realize that I’m not upset. In fact, I’m certainly happier seeing Paula with another girl than I would be if she was having sex with some boy.

I wonder if, subconsciously, I’ve been giving off some kind of vibes that Paula has picked up on. After all, isn’t that the main reason why my husband left me, because what I thought was bisexuality turned out to be something much deeper than that?

I can still recall that moment from five years ago when Rick finally found out the truth about me… coming back unexpectedly from a business trip, only to find Alexa Danforth and me in bed together, naked and sweaty, her perched on top of my mouth, making that squealing noise she always made when she came. God, that sound used to drive me crazy.

I smile wistfully, missing Alexa all over again. We still keep in touch, but she moved away the next year. Since then, my sex life has been a bit of a joke, just a few desperate flings with women I hook up with online and at a local lesbian bar. Suddenly, I feel very lonely.

And all this time, I was trying to raise Paula to make her own choices. Which she seems to have done.

I look back at the screen, watching as Jenna spreads her legs open to reveal a closely trimmed pussy. Paula slides down between her legs and begins to use her tongue on her friend. They look so comfortable with each other, so happy. So… erotic.

With a shudder, I realize that I’m getting really aroused watching the two of them. I can feel my nipples hardening as I stare at Jenna’s puffy ones. She begins rolling her right nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her tongue sneaks out to wet her lips, and I find mine doing the same.

I glance at the door, gauging my chances of being interrupted. Slim, I think. Slowly, my fingers trembling, I unbutton my blouse down to my navel, then reach up and ease down the cups of my bra so that my breasts are exposed. I’m panting a bit as I wet my fingers, then begin swirling them around on the tips of my nipples. A moan sneaks out.

I can’t believe how turned on I am, watching my own daughter and her friend have sex, but something about the illicitness is exciting me even more than the simple act itself. It feels kinky, forbidden.

On the screen, Paula has both hands on Jenna’s thighs and is pushing them apart forcefully, jamming her face into her friend’s pussy. Jenna is doing what she can to help, humping her butt off the bed to meet Paula’s tongue.

I reach down to hike up my black skirt. I can feel my panties are already wet. My sweaty bottom squeaks on the leather of my chair, and I find myself smirking. I have just the thing. I delve into my bottom drawer and pull out a rumpled towel. I smooth the towel out on my seat, stand up, and pull down my hose and panties. They cling wetly to my pussy lips for a moment, and I rub myself a bit before sinking back down. I’m so horny now, it feels like I can come at any moment.

Paula is fingerfucking Jenna now, lips clamped to her clit while she rapidly slides two fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Jenna’s head is thrown back and she looks like she is screaming. I begin to rub my pussy hard and fast. I’m close… so close…

And then I’m coming, throwing my head back and gasping as jolts of pure pleasure rock my body. I take myself through one more orgasm before I slump down in my chair, dazed. Soon as I catch my breath I lick my fingers clean, then pull my panties back up and give the room a quick spritz of air freshener.

***

When I get home that night, Paula has dinner on the table — baked chicken breasts, a salad, and some fresh snap beans. She is positively glowing, and I wonder what she’d say if I reveal that I know why. But I keep my thoughts to myself, letting her pour me a glass of wine and listening to her chatter about her day.

“What did you do after school?” I ask idly, though I glance at Paula to see her reaction.

She doesn’t skip a beat. “Oh, Jenna came over and we did some homework together.”

Mmm-hmm, I think to myself. You don’t say. Biology? Or chemistry?

“You know, honey,” I say instead. “I’ve been thinking about inviting Jenna and her mom over to a barbecue this weekend and to use our pool. Maybe we could even have them stay overnight. What do you think?”

Is this really coming out of my mouth? Has my brain gone haywire?

“That would be awesome!” Paula cries, and hugs me. “Jenna can sleep in my room!”

Yeah, I think, and in your bed. But I just smile, and we sit down to eat.

***

I wake up in the middle of the night, my nightie sticking to the sheets. I feel damp between my legs, and with a start I realize that I’d been having an erotic dream.

With a shudder, I lie there recalling it. I’d been replaying the scene from the afternoon — only this time I wasn’t just watching, I was participating. Paula had been sucking on my left tit, Jenna on my right, and both girls were fingering my wet pussy. I reached down and began doing just that. God, I’m so fucking wet, I think.

I let my fantasies run wild, and by the end, the two girls are locked in a sweaty sixty-nine next to me while my old lover Alexa Danforth fucks me with a strap-on. I have two tremendous climaxes that leave me breathless and sweaty.

Afterward, I’m so aroused that I can’t sleep, so I get up and work my way through the month’s bills. By then, it’s almost 5:30 and there’s no point in going back to bed. On a whim, I do something that I haven’t done in months, switching on the Quickcam perched on top of the computer. I move my mouse over a tiny icon, double-click it, and the screen fills with tiny squares, most of them showing the faces of people like me. One of them, in fact, is me, and the rest are people trolling for a webcam partner.

When I first bought my webcam, I was like a kid in a candy store, and I spent many nights camming with other women, even the occasional couple. At first, I was very wary about the whole thing, reluctant to do too much. But I quickly realized that if I hooked up cam to cam with someone else, it was all anonymous. And sometimes it was sexy as hell. I’d had some pretty wild sessions with others. Gradually, though, I felt more and more uncomfortable — dirty, even — about doing that kind of thing online.

I look closer. Most of the squares are filled with men, some of them wanking on camera. There’s something pathetic about the sight of these lonely souls doing this for just anyone who cares to see, and I feel a kind of wave of self-revulsion sweep over me. Then again, is what I’m thinking of doing all that different?

I almost shut down the program. But just as my hand twitches on the mouse, a few new squares open up. One of them catches my eye instantly, a dark-haired woman about my age, wearing a white robe. I watch her for a moment, see her eyes looking intently at the camera, no doubt scanning the squares just as I am. There is almost an illusion that our eyes meet, but I know the chances she is looking at me are remote. I see her glance down. Typing, perhaps?

Then I almost jump, because a line of type appears in the chatbox.

Mary38:> Hello?

I look at the square, see the tag below it. It’s her!

CarolCam20:> Hi…

There’s a brief pause. These first moments are always awkward. I wait anxiously.

Mary38:>What are you looking for?

Hmm, I think. The direct approach. Oh well…here goes.

CarolCam20:>Someone to cam with.

Mary38:>Someone like me?

I smile and look at her square, see that she is smiling too.

CarolCam20:>Someone exactly like you.

It only takes a few seconds for us to exit the main room and hook up privately, cam to cam. I turn off my self-viewer and expand her square on the screen.

CarolCam20:>You’re lovely, Mary.

Mary38:>I was just about to say the same thing about you, Carol. Your real name?

CarolCam20:>Yes.

Mary38:>Me too. Scoot back a bit. Let me see more of you.

I slide the chair back. I can feel my nipples poking out against the thin cotton of my nightshirt. On a whim, I reach up and pull on them.

Mary38:>Mmmm. That looks nice. But I wish I was doing it.

I scoot back in.

CarolCam20:>Me too.

I realize that she is opening her robe. It falls open, and her bare breasts bob in front of my wide eyes. Her nipples are large and puffy, my favorite kind. She wets a finger with her tongue, and I watch as she slowly traces the wet digit around the tip of her right nipple. I find myself wetting my own lips.

Mary38:>Now you.

With only a slight hesitation, I reach down and catch the hem of my nightshirt, pulling it smoothly up and over my head. My breasts catch slightly in the material, then release, swaying. It feels delicious to be naked, and a new surge of desire rushes through me. I can already tell that this is going to be good.

Mary38:>God, you are gorgeous, hon. Play with those tits for me. Can you lick them?

I nod, suddenly eager to please her in any way I can. I lift my right tit and let my tongue tease the nipple, then do the same to my left one.

Mary38:>That is HOT. I love it. I wish I could do that but mine aren’t quite big enough.

CarolCam20:>Your tits are perfect though. I love your nipples. Would love to suck on them…

Mary38:>Oh hon, I would love that! Where do you live?

For a second, my little warning alarm flashes, but I mentally turn it off.

CarolCam20:>Outside Washington, D.C.

Mary38:>No kidding? I am in Falls Church!!!

CarolCam20:>Alexandria!!!

This is the first time I have ever cammed with anyone who lived nearby. She must be about ten miles away.

Mary38:>Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

CarolCam20:>Umm…maybe? lol

Mary38:>We need to talk more…but first things first. Right now we need to get busy.

I stare at the screen and watch as she stands up, shrugging off the robe. Her face is above the viewer now, but her trimmed pussy is perfectly framed. Again, my tongue sneaks out to lick my lips as she spreads herself for me, opening her cunt with her fingers so I can see the pink wetness inside.

I reach down and start playing with myself as I watch, then roll the chair back slightly so she can see me. She sits again, spreading her legs up onto the arms of her chair, and for a few minutes we just watch each other and rub ourselves. I am really wet.

Mary38:>Do you like using toys?

I nod, and we each go off to get our favorites. I glance at the clock. Almost time for Paula to wake up. I feel a sudden sense of urgency.

CarolCam20:>I didn’t realize how late it is getting. I only have a few more minutes.

Mary38:>Time enough, though. Right?

I nod, and we each start using our vibes. I watch as Mary moves hers expertly over her clit, then lets it play up and down her wet slit. I try to match her motions with mine, and almost simultaneously we find our holes and shove them inside. When she pulls hers out I can see the toy shine from her juices. She’s close, and I am too.

Mary38:>Now rub your clit for me and we’ll come together.

I follow her instructions, starting slowly, then moving faster and faster. My fingers are flying now, and Mary’s are a blur. I love looking at her eyes as her mouth falls open and she starts to climax. Like looking into a mirror, as I feel my own orgasm wash over me.

Mary38:>God…nice one.

CarolCam20:>It’s been awhile.

Mary38:>Really? That’s hard to believe. Not seeing anyone?

CarolCam20:>No. Not for awhile. Listen, I have to go, but this has been lovely. How can we keep in touch?

Mary38:>Easy as pie, hon. I’ll give you my cell and e-mail.

I copy them down, and we say our goodbyes.

It’s only when I get up to head into the shower that I hear the telltale creak of floorboards in the hall… and I realize with a start that I’m being spied on. And there’s no one in the house but me and Paula.

***

In the shower, water coursing down my body, I have time to gather my thoughts. So my daughter was peeking at me while I got off. That made us even. But I can’t help wondering what she is thinking, watching her mother get off like that with a complete stranger. How much did she see? I ask myself. Does she have any way of knowing that I was having chat room sex with another woman? 

I finally decide to just pretend she didn’t see, unless she says something. Which she doesn’t, even on the drive to her bus stop.

“‘Bye, Mom!” she says, as she climbs out of the car. “I’m gonna stopover at Jenna’s after school to do homework.” She says it like a statement, not like she’s asking, and is off before I can even respond. It doesn’t take much imagination to figure out what they’ll be doing.

Five minutes later I’m mired in traffic, but feeling strangely peaceful. I decide to put the time to good use and dig out my cell phone.

“Pam? It’s Carol.”

“Carol! God, it’s great to hear from you. Here our daughters are together every day, and we hardly ever see each other.”

I almost say something, but bite my tongue. I do want to talk to her about Paula and Jenna but now doesn’t seem like the right time. “Listen, Pam. I was wondering if you and Jenna wanted to come over on Friday for a cookout. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day, and I thought we could use the pool… maybe you could even stay overnight if you’re game.”

“That sounds lovely! A mini-vacation. That’s a great idea. I know I don’t have to check with Jenna. She loves spending time with Paula. In fact, they’re coming over today to do homework. I was going to have Paula stay for dinner, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll plan on seeing you around six-ish on Friday, then?”

“Sounds great. Can’t wait, hon.”

I hang up. More waiting in traffic. My fingers drum on the wheel. I glance over at the phone again. Pick it up and dial from the paper stuffed in my purse.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mary?”

“Yes? Who is this?”

“It’s Carol. From, um, from this morning?”

“Oh my gosh, Carol! Hello! I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon. I was just getting ready to leave the house.”

“Well, if now is a bad time, I can…”

“No, not at all. It’s great to hear your voice. It’s just like I imagined it would be.”

I laugh nervously. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“It’s been awhile, Carol.”

There’s a silence for a few moments. We both know what comes next.

“I think… I have to see you,” I hear myself saying.

“I was hoping you would say that. When?” I can hear the desire in her voice.

“Tonight?” Quickly, I tell her about my daughter, and about my unexpected window of opportunity that evening.

“I’ll make us dinner, love. But we may want to start with dessert.”

“You’re making me wet, Mary. Again.” And we both giggle. I feel like a naughty schoolgirl.

This a way to Part Two!

Author Unknown

Piper had always been around the house since we moved to the neighborhood. She was my daughter Julie’s age and they almost immediately became friends, having sleepovers and doing homework together. She never needed to knock to drop by, and you could often find the two of them on the sofa watching movies in the evenings, or outside in the yard together during the summer.

Once they both graduated, my daughter Julie decided to go to the state college a couple of hours away but Piper remained to go to the local college, saving money by staying at home. She would still come round from time to time and I appreciated the company —  by then, my marriage had long since ended and apart from Julie’s occasional visits, I didn’t have much in the way of social interaction. I worked from home, and despite the efforts made by the neighbors my age to make friends; I never had much in common with them and preferred to live vicariously through the college gossip I got from Julie and Piper.

My own college life had been cut short by my pregnancy and I dropped out at the age of 20 before finishing my degree part-time as Julie was a teenager. She was an only child and we were very close, especially after her father left us, with little attempt to maintain a relationship with his daughter. While Julie only opened up to me as a nineteen-year-old daughter would, Piper was completely transparent, detailing almost every aspect of college life for me, over some leftovers or a glass of wine. She had moved beyond being my daughter’s friend to being my friend too.

Looking back on it, I should have been aware of what was happening, of how Piper slowly became more dependent on my company, and how she would give me a look sometimes that suggested there were other feelings simmering inside her.

Perhaps I was kidding myself too, that our ever-lengthening chats were platonic banter to pass the time. I probably lied to myself that I was merely a woman shy of forty, envying the beauty of a younger girl every time I took a second glance at her figure or admired her beautiful skin. The pang I felt when she mentioned someone she was interested in could only have been a yearning for my own youth, not the attention of my daughter’s best friend.

At least that was what I told myself until one Friday evening when I heard her familiar knock at the kitchen door and I went to open it.

“Hi, Ms Olsen, I saw the light was still on. I’m a little tipsy, and didn’t want to go home just yet.” It made me laugh she still called me that, even though I’d tried in vain to get her to address me by my first name. Old habits die hard, I suppose. She was a very pretty girl, slim and athletic, her hair always changed color and style and this night it was shoulder-length auburn. She could look older and brooding when she forgot to smile, but once she did, she looked like the warmest person you could meet, innocent and carefree.

“Hi, Piper, what did you get up to tonight? Want a glass of water?” I was halfway through a bottle of wine myself, but it didn’t look like she needed any more booze.

“Sure, thanks. Well, I went to a party. It was fun, but things got kinda weird towards the end.”

I brought her the water and we sat on opposite sides of the kitchen island. “Oh yes? How so?” I was anticipating more boy trouble; it seemed that Piper always had a revolving door of admirers to juggle.

“Well, this girl Ashley… y’know, from school? I made out with her.” This was a bit of a surprise but I hid it, not wanting her to feel any stranger about the situation.

“That’s just college, I’m sure these days it’s pretty normal for those things to happen.”

“Did it ever happen to you?” I laughed.

“You better not tell Julie a word of this, but yes, I made out with my roommate’s older sister once in college. It was no big deal, really.” Actually, I had done much more than make out with her, but I wasn’t going to tell Piper that. There was an awkward pause between us as Piper looked at her glass of water.

“Ashley’s such a phony, anyway, she’s always hitting on all the other girls and says she only likes women, but I don’t know anyone who has done more than kiss her. I think it’s all for attention.” She downed the rest of the water. “Did you enjoy it? Did you ever want to do more with this girl you mentioned?”

I wasn’t sure that I liked where this was going, so I absentmindedly picked the glass up and walked to the fridge to refill it. “Lisa was her name… sure, I enjoyed it, but we kept it friendly,”

A lie. The memory of the weekend spent with her, exploring one another — it made my stomach knot. I became aware of Piper getting up and standing behind me as I poured the water. I turned with the glass in my hand and met her green eyes, a foot away from mine, usually sparkling with glee but now staring at me with intent.

“I wanted to do more tonight, but I don’t think Ashley was the right person.” She took the glass of water and set it down on the counter.

“Well, then maybe just wait for the right–” I was cut off as Piper leaned in to kiss me. I recoiled, leaning back to avoid her lips and gently pushing her back. “No, Piper, what are you doing?”

“I don’t want Ashley… I want you.” She came at me again, reaching out to take me in her arms. I fended her off as best I could, not wanting to get too physical.

“Piper, this isn’t a good idea, you’ve had too much to drink, just think about this…” She held my face in her warm hands, looking deep into my eyes.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Please…?” She kissed my mouth, and this time I didn’t try to move out of the way, hoping that one kiss would be enough, and then she’d come to her senses. As our lips touched, I felt myself giving in to her, the warmth of Piper’s embrace, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume clouding my senses.

“Please, Piper… I’m your best friend’s mother… we can’t do this.” My voice sounded suddenly weak, my heart beat faster; my body needing an extra breath that I seemed unable to draw.

“Nobody needs to find out, Ms. Olsen… please, be with me, just for tonight.” She kissed me again and I let her hold it for an extra second, my eyes closing briefly, my body responding despite my conscience screaming at me to stop. Her hand trailed down my body and slipped between my thighs, resting on my vulva. I jerked and pushed it away but she didn’t stop, pressing her body closer to mine, her hand going back between my thighs.

“Please, we shouldn’t do this…” It was an honest plea to stop before we did something we regretted, but it was lost on her.

“Just tonight, that’s all… I promise.” We kissed again and this time our tongues met, I whimpered, my body now reminding me that I hadn’t had any intimate contact for over a year. Once more, I tried to push away Piper’s insistent hand but failed to do so before it pressed against my mound, making me gasp as a surge of pleasure resonated through my body. That signaled the end of my protests.

Piper paused to look at my face, smiling slightly as she realized as well that I had given in. I was hers.

What followed was a race to bring each other to orgasm. Our mouths locked and our tongues began to dance, my hands were on her body, groping and fondling everything, pressing against her crotch through her jeans. We broke for air and to shed clothing in intervals. First, my skirt went, then her top was pulled over her head and discarded, soon my blouse was unbuttoned and her jeans were pushed down to her ankles.

We sank to our knees on the cold kitchen floor tile, lacking the patience to move to a bed or a couch. We both quickly struggled out of our bras, each exposing our breasts and hard nipples for the other to suck.

We paused for a second to take in the sight of our bodies, my large bosom with thick nipples, her smaller upturned breasts with stiffened pink points. It was only a momentary respite before our mouths, bodies and hands came together again.

We took turns suckling on each other, hands seeking and finding our wet pussies, whispering soft pleas to urge one another on. We moaned in tandem between kisses, our movements more feverish with the steady increase in sensation.

Piper and I came quickly and violently, our legs seizing up and clamping together as we cried out. We shuddered through our orgasms, holding each other long afterward, knowing when we finally separated that we would have to face the guilt over what we’d just done.

And the guilt did come, like a bullet to the heart. We broke apart and stood up, putting our clothes back on while avoiding the other’s eyes. It took fierce concentration to keep from crying. I cleared my throat to disguise the oncoming tears.

“I think you’d better go, Piper…” I let myself glance at her once and saw that her tears had already started as she stared at the ground, making her way out the door.

The second it was closed behind her the dams broke and I sobbed. I cried for many things — for the betrayal to my daughter, for my inability to stop what I knew was wrong. Deep down, the most upsetting thing was that I’d just experienced a passion that had been absent from my life for almost twenty years, and I couldn’t let it happen again.

***

Saturday passed without any drama, and by Sunday evening I was beginning to hope that the incident could be forgotten about, hidden in memory like a dream.

But then the texts came. She had only used my number a few times before when Julie’s phone died at the movies and they needed a ride.

I can’t stop thinking about you.

My heart plummeted with sudden fear; the possibility that it would be forgotten was gone.

I replied. It was a mistake, it shouldn’t have happened.

She fired back. I want to be with you again.

My head ignored the message but my body didn’t. I tried to masturbate that night while thinking about anything else: a man, another woman, but Piper would infiltrate the scene, cutting my brain off at every turn. And ultimately it was thoughts of her that pushed me over the edge, the shame returning afterward.

Another day went by until the familiar knock was heard late afternoon on Tuesday. I readied myself to be stern, to keep our indiscretion in the past. It was a fruitless effort, as Piper was standing beyond the door, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I tried to…” was all she could manage before I took her hand and pulled her into my arms, hating myself for doing this to her. She cried against my neck, hugging me tightly until her sobs died and I felt her wet lips brushing my skin.

I didn’t protest this time, I couldn’t; my will was outgunned by Piper and my body’s needs. When she looked at me with puffy eyes, I stroked her face before kissing her tenderly, reigniting our passion.

This time we made it as far as the couch before urgency took its stand and we frantically shed our clothes. I knew it was wrong and I even whispered a helpless “No,” as Piper kissed her way down to between my legs. She didn’t listen and I spread my thighs in resignation, giving her what she wanted. My clit was swollen and hot and her tongue was the balm to take away its ache.

Her eyes gazed up at me, watching me moan and twist my face to her hunger. When she pushed me over the edge, I screamed her name out and squeezed my thighs around her head.

If there was regret after my orgasm, it was hidden in my desire to taste her.

I kissed Piper deeply, sucking my sex from her tongue and then throwing her back onto the couch. She grunted as I started to lick her, drinking from her dripping hole. She twitched and squirmed with every lap I took of her cunt, squeezing both breasts as I pressed my mouth harder into her. Piper came with a squeal, my arms holding her hips down through her spasms, giving her no escape from my mouth.

I rested on top of her once it was done, our heavy breathing filling the silent room. We stroked and cradled each other, letting the time pass without a word, the two of us lost in a cocktail of excitement and dread. When she finally left, it was only a goodbye with our eyes and a gentle squeeze of the hand. We both knew that it wasn’t the last time.

And so the pattern continued. Piper would visit me in the evening or after class, we barely spoke from the moment I answered the door to the moment she left. Our lovemaking became less rushed as we sought to prolong the intensity, eking ourselves to a climax instead of charging through it. We would sit or stand naked in front of each other, taking turns to explore our bodies with our hands and mouths, looking deep into each other’s eyes.

On the sixth encounter, Piper broke her silence. She was lying on top of me in the bedroom, straddling my thigh, our hips grinding together. We were clasping each other’s faces, staring deep into each other’s eyes as the friction slowly built, the heat rising in our cores. We were moaning together with every pelvic thrust. When Piper got closer, she gasped the haunting words I’d both longed for and hoped would never come. “I’m in love with you.”

It scared me and I couldn’t respond at first, but my hips never stopped moving. All I could do was kiss her, but Piper managed to say them once more before our tongues met, the words almost accelerating the climax that followed shortly, my hands squeezing her buttocks into me as I came.

She spent the night for the first time on that occasion, and from that point on I stopped lying to myself that I wanted the relationship to end and began to look forward to every hour I got to share with Piper. We kept it private, only showing affection to each other behind closed doors, and even though there was an acceptance of our love, we still shared the fear of being caught.

Our attraction for each other was voracious and we maintained the intensity of our early encounters throughout. Piper’s appetite for experimentation was limitless. She was young, and wanted to try everything with me; her eagerness waking a sexual curiosity that had laid dormant for years. I agreed to everything, the foreplay starting days before the act with a suggestive text that I would nervously accept. She would detail everything she wanted to do to me, building my anticipation until I would be left helplessly begging her to use my body however she wanted. In that way, I almost seamlessly ceded control to Piper until I realized one day that I would do anything for her. The intoxication of our lovemaking had rendered me weak and powerless, hopelessly waiting for my next fix.

Piper relished her role, always pushing my boundaries. We explored kink and role-play; she told me what to wear and how to act, she would interrogate me when I was at my most aroused, always delving deeper into my mind to discover my next hidden fantasy. She transformed me into a confident sexual woman, happy with her body and free from self-doubt.

Towards the end of May, our moods changed; we became more introverted, knowing what was coming. Julie would be returning from college for the summer and our opportunities to be alone together would be severely limited. I almost resented my daughter for it. I was finally happy and now the source of that happiness was being taken away from me. I knew I was being selfish, so we both resolved to think positively, to make the few occasions together that summer truly special.

***

It was awkward at first when Julie first came home, and we had to revert back to our previous dynamic. Piper spent more time around the house on the pretense that she wanted to hang out with Julie, but I soon realized that it was just to be close to me. At first, we would exchange a knowing glance when Julie wouldn’t notice or she would brush close to me, a hand on my arm if Julie left the room. But soon we became more daring: a hurried kiss in the hallway, or if Julie took a shower she would pin me against the wall, her wicked hand diving into my pants, pleasuring me just enough to make me uncomfortably wet. She would tell me to wear a skirt and remove my panties before she came over, giving her free access in those brief stolen moments we had.

Finally, Julie planned to go to a movie with a guy she dated in high school, giving Piper and me a window to quench our growing frustration. Soon after Julie let her plans known to us, the text from Piper came asking how I wanted to be fucked; I responded with a single word: Hard.

Our teasing continued for two days, Piper telling me that I was to be her prisoner for three delicious hours, that I would need to be restrained and gagged to prevent the neighbors hearing my cries, I only encouraged her, promising that I would scream at the top of my voice.

When Julie’s car pulled out that Friday evening, I sat impatiently in the living room, my stomach dancing as the minutes crept by until I heard the door open and steps through the kitchen until Piper stood in front of me, wearing a sundress, staring at me.

“Bedroom.”

We walked upstairs in silence, going into the bedroom before standing in front of each other, trembling with desire.

“Why have you been turning me on all week, Ms Olson?” she asked, those deep green eyes sparkling under her auburn hair.

I chose to be completely honest about it. “Because I need to be fucked, and you’re the only one that knows how I want it.” It was part of the game, cold and purely physical; the loving tenderness would come later.

“Turn around,” she said. Piper removed a tie from her purse, pulling my hands behind me and binding my wrists with it. She opened my blouse and pulled it down over my shoulders, bunching around my hands to make my arms immobile. I was facing the full-length mirror on the closet door, able to see her reach back into her bag to remove a thick latex cock. She hiked my skirt around my hips, exposing my bare crotch; I’d gone without panties at her request.

I groaned as she rubbed the length of the dildo between my wet lips, letting my clit feel the full length of the shaft, pushing against my hole without inserting it, merely coating the tip with the production of my arousal.

“This is what you want.” She was looking over my shoulder at our reflection, raising the phallus to my mouth; allowing me to taste myself on it, letting my tongue glide up its length. She traced it down my chin and neck, running down to my cleavage and the tops of my breasts.

Piper pushed me forward over the side of the bed, pulling her sundress off over her head, leaving her standing stark naked. She fished a harness out of her bag, stepping into it, then placing the rubber cock into the hole and fastening it around her hips. She removed another tie, this time wrapping it around my head, the material running between my teeth, letting me bite down on it like a rein.

I grunted as she slapped my ass, then moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy, her fingers dipping into me and spreading the natural lubricant over my entire vulva. Then the pressure filled me, and I sucked in air as she pushed inside, my vagina tightening, then relaxing to take more of its length. Only the initial strokes were gentle, probing my capacity before Piper began to administer longer and harder thrusts, the initial resistance evaporating as my body sang with relief to have something inside me.

I watched it all in the mirror, my face contorting in pleasure as Piper fucked me hard and fast. Her eyes were fixed on the pistoning dildo, breasts swaying with her body’s movement. My grunts were barely muffled by the makeshift gag and they coursed through the room urgently, coaxing Piper to not hold back. I buried my face in the sheets to savor every stroke, letting my climax build within me, my body tingling as I got ever closer.

I looked up one final time, wanting to witness my surging orgasm, and then the most heart-wrenching terror surged through me as my eyes gravitated to the figure standing in the doorway — my daughter Julie.

Her face was struck by fear, disgust, and incomprehension. But the worst thing on my daughter’s face was the look of palpable devastating hurt: something a mother never wants to see on the face of her child.

I twisted and desperately tried to stop Piper, screaming through my gagged mouth, but it only served to encourage her; she was locked into the moment, oblivious to our audience. She gripped my hips tighter as I tried to roll free, all the time pumping inside of me. My body was stunned by shock, and the arousal was going but my orgasm was still fast approaching.

Panic set in at the realization that my daughter could witness my climax, and my brain screamed at my body to will it away, to reject the rising ecstasy. In those brief seconds, however, pleasure claimed its victory, and my unwanted rapture erupted through me, surprising me in its intensity as my head collapsed into the sheets, tears streaming down my face as I prayed for the interminable waves of ecstasy to stop.

When I raised my face, now burning with shame, Julie was gone, the sound of her slamming bedroom door rocking the house, echoing into my room where we were both panting for air.

“What the fuck was that?” Piper exclaimed as she undid the saliva drenched gag.

“Shit! Untie me, Julie’s back and just saw us.”

“What?! Oh shit oh shit oh shit!” She loosened my binds enough for me to shimmy my wrists free. I frantically snatched for my clothes as Piper paced up and down in a nervous turmoil.

“What are we going to do?” she whispered loudly.

“I don’t fucking know, Piper, we fucked up!” I really didn’t know. My first concern was for Julie’s safety, I had to check on her to see if she was going to be okay. I was dreading it, but it was my responsibility.

Piper frowned. “Should I go talk to her?”

“No, I should. You better go home… you probably won’t want to hear this.”

She nodded, gathered her things and left. I straightened myself out one last time before knocking on Julie’s door.

“Julie, honey… can I come in?” There was no answer, but sobs could be heard through the door. I let myself in and my heart broke. She had her face in her hands, her body shaking.

She looked up at me in sheer anguish. “How long?”

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Three months… almost four. I’m so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you, Julie… it just happened. I guess I was just lonely, and…”

“So you fucked my best friend?!”

“I know, I’m so sorry… it’s not right. It’s my fault, I just want you to know that I love you… we both do…”

“Why couldn’t you find someone else?! You’re not even a fucking lesbian!” There was pure anger in her voice, and I knew it wasn’t going to disappear overnight. Her whole life had just flipped upside down with no warning.

“I know… I’m — I’m sorry.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Okay, Julie, you’re upset, but I want you to know it’s over… it never should have happened in the first place.” I left her crying, going to my room before I broke down, curling into a ball on my bed, despising myself for what I’d done… but also mourning the end of a relationship where I had been truly in love.

On to Part Two!

Author Unknown

Reworked by JetBoy for Juicy Secrets

The car finally packed and gassed up, Nikki was ready to head home for the holidays. After her first college finals week, she was so glad to be done and heading home for a break, to spend some time with her mother. She had slept very little over the last week and was feeling it now that the stress of finals had ended. She had already said goodbye to her roommate and a few friends, many of whom still had finals left to take before they were done for the semester. She tossed her last bag in the backseat, climbed behind the wheel and headed for home.

Nikki checked herself in the rearview mirror as she started to drive. She looked like hell — paler than usual, thanks to four months in lecture halls and libraries coupled with a week without much sleep. Her normally pin-straight blonde hair was disheveled and her eyeliner and mascara that she only wore because she thought her nearly colorless eyelashes looked ‘creepy’, was smeared and gave her raccoon-like eyes. Someone who didn’t know her would think he was some kind of goth girl.

The drive was about three hours and she could usually do it without a stop, but this time she decided to pull off after an hour to grab a cup of coffee and a snack, afraid she would nod off during the trip. She pulled out her phone when she stopped and sent a text to her mother, letting her know what time she thought she’d be home. Her mother Susan responded, telling her to drive carefully. Had she known how exhausted Nikki was she would have been so worried that she would have been miserable for the next two hours, part of the reason Nikki didn’t call and just texted her.

Her concern for her mother was based on their relationship. They were more like best friends than mother and daughter because of the trials of their life since Nikki was a young girl. Her father Mike was very successful, owned his own business and worked a lot, or more accurately wasn’t home a lot. A lot of the time Susan had thought he was at work, she later discovered he was with one of his many mistresses. One morning when Nikki was three years old he had told Susan as he left the house that he was going to the west coast on business and wasn’t coming back.

The shock of her husband leaving with no warning was multiplied six months later when the Sheriff arrived to evict Susan and Nikki from their home. Her husband had stopped paying the mortgage. She had never seen a letter or anything since all the bills went to Mike’s new address, and the separation agreement they had required him to pay the housing expenses. Obviously, he wasn’t, which was an indication of how things would go for the next fifteen years. Susan managed to scrape the money together to get the mortgage caught up and the bank allowed them to move back in after three days in a hotel. Through all of this, Nikki was never aware that anything was wrong because Susan did everything possible to protect her.

That didn’t change as Nikki grew up. Through never-ending battles with Mike over money and anything else that Mike could find to fight with her about, Susan made sure that Nikki never wanted for anything. Susan renewed her nursing credentials and returned to the career that she gave up when Nikki was born. She scheduled her shifts to ensure that when Nikki was not at school or asleep she was there. Her life became the ultimate sacrifice for her daughter and she never regretted it for a second.

Susan never missed a game, recital, or anything in Nikki’s life. She never dated because she did not want to have anything in her life that took away from her focus on her precious daughter. In this loving and stable home, Nikki blossomed into a wonderful young lady with lots of friends and had her choice of some of the best schools in the country when it came time for college. She chose a state university close to home though because by now she had figured out that money was an issue despite all of Susan’s attempts to keep her sheltered from the realities of life.

Even without knowing the condition Nikki was in, Susan paced as she waited. The last four months had been a huge strain on her. After fifteen years of having a total focus on her daughter, not having her there had been a shock and she worried constantly. She knew that Nikki needed to grow and experience life on her own, so she kept her smother instincts to herself but some days it was a challenge not to get in the car and drive the three hours to check on her.

When Nikki’s car pulled into the driveway Susan rushed out the door to meet her, grabbing her and holding her tight as soon as she got out of her car. Other than the petite and slender body and perfectly round breasts, she was virtually unrecognizable. “Nikki, you look like you haven’t slept in forever. Why didn’t you stay at school and get some sleep?” Susan asked.

Nikki looked at her sweetly and replied, “I couldn’t wait another day to see you, Mom, I’ve missed you so much.” To many, her response would sound like a typical attempt by a teenager to talk their way out of trouble, but Nikki was absolutely serious. She was homesick and missed her mother. Several times during that first semester she had cried herself to sleep and told her mom she wanted to come home, but Susan forbid it, in spite of wanting the same thing.

Susan responded with a big hug and helped Nikki bring her bags into the house. Dinner was ready and just needed a quick reheating. They chatted about school and life here at home while they ate.

Eventually Nikki asked her mom the question that had been front and center in her mind for the last few weeks, “So Mom, you seeing anyone?”

Blushing, Susan looked away and answered, “Yes, I’ve been out with a couple of men. Nothing serious though.”

A big smile crossed Nikki’s face. She had asked her mother to take advantage of her newly found free time and have some fun. Go out with a few men and get back into the dating scene. She wondered if any of her dates had ended up in bed, but didn’t want to embarrass her mom so she kept her curiosity to herself.

“Why don’t you go lie down on the couch and rest while I get cleaned up, sweetie,” Susan said as she softly kissed Nikki on the head.

Nikki wanted to argue, but was so tired she just said, “Sure Mom, thanks for dinner. It was delicious.” She headed for the couch where she stretched out and turned on the TV. She was asleep by the time her mother finished up in the kitchen.

Susan carried Nikki’s bags upstairs and started a load of laundry from her laundry bag, then sat down on the couch and eased Nikki’s head up onto her lap. She watched TV, softly stroking Nikki’s hair, feeling the rise and fall of her baby’s body as the girl slept peacefully beside her.

After a couple of hours, Nikki woke up from her nap. They continued their catching up until it was well after midnight. They got up, then headed off to bed after exchanging a warm hug. Nikki told her mother; “I’m so glad to be home, Mom.”

In minutes Nikki was sound asleep, curled up in the bed she had grown up in, surrounded by the memories of her life. An amazing life that had been made possible by the wonderful woman who was sleeping down the hall.

Down the hall, Susan climbed into bed. She was so happy to have her baby home, though now the secret feelings that she had for Nikki had resurfaced. Her hand slid down between her legs and she felt the dampness there.

Susan didn’t remember when it started, but at some point while Nikki was in high school, she had become sexually attracted to her daughter. She had never considered doing anything about these feelings, but often thought of the girl as she masturbated. She had lied earlier when she told Nikki she had been dating; in fact, she had lost all interest in men.

Susan slowly ran her fingers over her velvety soft labia while her other hand pinched a large swollen nipple, perched atop a heavy freckled breast. At forty-two she had noticed a little sag in them, but overall her body had held up nicely. With the free time she had after Nikki had left for college, Susan had begun working out at the local Y after work, and now her figure put the majority of the other middle-aged housewives to shame.

Her fingers danced over her swollen clit, alternating between hard pressure and soft quick strokes until her lips were swollen and slick with her juices. Susan drove two fingers into her pussy and clenched down on them, urgently fucking herself until she reached a satisfying orgasm. Her long red hair was splayed over her pillow as she drifted off to sleep, an image of her lovely daughter in the front of her mind.

At ten o’clock the next morning, Nikki rolled over, opened her eyes and got out of bed, ready for the new day. She showered, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. A good night’s sleep had returned the cute young woman with the turned up little nose that had disappeared for the last couple weeks. Smiling, she went downstairs to the kitchen where her mom had left a note.

Off to work.
Lots of food in the fridge.
Home at 6.
Love Mom.

She smiled as she read the message because she knew all of this, but her mother never left the house without leaving her a note. On the end of the table was a pile of her perfectly folded laundry, the last of which was in the dryer. As much as she appreciated it, Nikki decided to have a conversation with her mom about not needing to do everything for her.

She started the pot of coffee her mom had set up and fixed a bowl of cereal. While she waited for the coffee, she opened her mother’s laptop that was sitting on the table to check her email. Her own laptop was upstairs, and she didn’t feel like going up to get it right now. She figured she’d use her mom’s just to catch up on what was going on with her friends while she had breakfast.

She opened the web browser and a message popped up saying Browser shut down unexpectedly. Do you want to restore previous tabs? She absently clicked yes, went to pour a cup of coffee and sat down. When she looked at the screen on the laptop she gasped and said, “Holy shit, Mom!” as she saw the web page that was open on the computer. A site with tons of porn videos!

Then she noticed the video that her mom had been watching. It was called ‘MILF Mom Seduces Teen Daughter’ and showed an image of a busty brunette woman with her head buried between the legs of a blonde teen. Intrigued, she clicked on the video and watched as the mother enticed her daughter into bed, then fingered and licked the girl through multiple orgasms.

Nikki had never been especially into porn. Like most people her age, she had seen it because it was all over the internet, but she rarely went looking for more. A guy she had dated always wanted to watch it with her, one of the many reasons she’d dumped him, but she couldn’t think of more than a time or two that she’d watched it alone. She couldn’t ever remember watching girl-on-girl before and had never been attracted to other women. But out of nowhere, this video excited her.

She wondered what other kinds of porn her mother had been watching, so she opened the browser history and scrolled through it. She was shocked to see that almost every video in Mom’s history depicted lesbian sex between mothers and daughters. There were series like Mommy and Me, Moms Teach Sex, Family Affair and lots of other incestuous themes.

Nikki sat at the kitchen table, her coffee getting cold as she stared at the screen. She clicked on a couple more of the videos in the browser history and watched them, getting more aroused by the second. She picked up the laptop, poured another cup of coffee and went and sat down on the couch to watch more.

After a few more videos and a lot of skipping through the setup of most of them, Nikki slid a hand under her shirt and began playing with her nipple. It stiffened immediately to the touch.

Setting the laptop on the coffee table, she slid her other hand inside her sweatpants and began rubbing herself through her panties. Sliding along the edge of her panties, her finger hooked her panties aside and touched the lips of her pussy, sending a soft shiver through her body.

The video on the screen showed a busty older woman, one who was in a lot of the videos in her mother’s history, but now Nikki’s mind began to see images of her mother. She tried to push those images away to focus on the video, but she couldn’t. The more she thought about her mother, the more her arousal increased. She slid a hand into her panties and began to urgently rub her swollen clit.

The videos were forgotten, replaced by fleeting images of her mother as Nikki’s fingers explored her pussy. She usually found it difficult to have an orgasm — as a matter of fact, she had never had one with a boy, and very few of her solo sessions had ended in orgasm because she became frustrated at how long it took. This time, however, her pleasure began to build quickly and before she realized it she was squirming on the couch as she felt a warm trickle of fluid running down her hand. Her climax built to a peak, and she cried out in pleasure, her body shaking violently until it subsided.

She laid there for several minutes with her hand still inside her soaking wet panties. Nikki’s mind was racing as her heart rate and breathing slowed. It was one thing to be turned on by lesbian porn videos, it was another entirely to have that kind of reaction to mental images of her mother.

She tried to think of something in the freshman psychology class she had aced last semester that would explain it. She went through a series of theories about dependence and some Freudian crap. In the end, she dismissed it all because she didn’t buy most of that psych-babble, it all seemed too much like ways to make excuses for people’s behavior.

She couldn’t explain her feelings, and that bothered her. Was she really sexually attracted to her mother? Was she just physically aroused, and the images of lesbian incest had nothing to do with it? Then how could she explain the ease at which she’d made herself come?

She was confused, and the more she tried to understand it the worse it confused her. Finally, she gave up, put her mom’s laptop away and went to finish up her laundry.

She sent her mom a text, Hope you’re having a great day, thinking of you and missing you. She knew her mother could only check her phone during breaks, so she didn’t expect an immediate response.

She watched some mindless sitcoms on one of the retro TV channels while her mind continued to swirl. She finally decided that yes, she was sexually attracted to her mom. It started to make sense as she thought about how little interest she had in boys, and how dating always seemed like just going through the motions. Even the three guys she’d had sex with, it was more because she felt like it was just time to have the experience.

Okay, so I’ve got the hots for Mom, she thought. Now, what on earth am I supposed to do about it?

***

Susan walked into the break room and opened her locker to check her phone. As expected, she had a few messages from friends, and one from Nikki.

She read Nikki’s first. She read it a couple of times trying to understand it. ‘Thinking of you and missing you’? What does that mean? She decided it was just texting, that Nikki was just being her normal sweet self. But part of her wanted it to mean more, a thought that made her smile despite knowing that it was just her perverse imagination and wishful thinking.

She responded to the text, Love ya ? and went back to work.

***

Through the day, Nikki’s phone chimed and buzzed like every teen as her friends texted, social media alerts popped up, and a variety of other things flew by. She ignored most of them, but responded immediately when the distinct sound of a message from her mom sounded. She grabbed her phone and read the response and her body reacted immediately with a tingle of warmth and excitement.

She checked the time and it was about two hours before her mom would be home. She started dinner, a lasagna her mother had made and refrigerated knowing it was her favorite, before heading upstairs to change into a miniskirt and a tight-fitting sheer top that showed off her perky breasts and tiny nipples.

Just before six, she pulled the lasagna out of the oven and set it on the counter to cool. She put some bread in the warm oven to toast and threw together a salad. When her mother pulled into the driveway, the table was set and ready.

Susan walked in the door, still in her scrubs from work, and immediately smelled the aroma of dinner. Nikki came up to her, and she noticed her outfit, feeling a twinge of lust that she tried to push down as she wrapped her arms around her beautiful young daughter. Nikki pressed her body against hers and the hug seemed to linger longer than normal, which Susan chalked up to wishful thinking.

She smiled as they separated and said, “Dinner smells wonderful. I’ll go change and be right down.” She kissed Nikki on the cheek, then headed up the stairs to her room.

Upstairs she peeled off her scrubs, washed her face, touched up her makeup and threw on a pair of tight jeans and a loose-fitting blouse with a sheer bra underneath. She looked at herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. Would Nikki feel the same way?

With a sigh, Susan said to herself, “Stop imagining things, you crazy old bat.” Nonetheless, she headed downstairs with a warm feeling in her body, trying to remain composed.

Mother and daughter sat and ate, chatting about their respective days. Of course, Nikki left out the part about watching porn on her mom’s laptop. They were happy to be together, and in a sense, it felt like nothing had changed in the months they had been apart, but it had. Now they both were having thoughts that would shock most people.

When they finished eating, Susan and Nikki cleared the table, put the leftovers away and cleaned up the kitchen. Susan pulled a bottle of wine out of the pantry, opened it and poured herself a glass, turning to her daughter and asking, “Want a glass?”

Nikki said, “Sure.” She grabbed an empty glass and held it out for her mother to fill.

The two women moved to the family room and sat side by side on the couch, sipping their wine. Nikki thought about the videos she’d watched earlier and the cheesy porn dialog that had ended up with “mother and daughter” naked together. She wished there was a way to tell her mother how she felt. She kept trying to convince herself that the reason her mother watched those videos was that she felt the same way, but she couldn’t be sure and was too skittish to make a move.

Susan felt like she was going to burst. What used to be a feeling that came over her only when she was alone in bed was now raging inside her as she sat next to her daughter. Something seemed different with Nikki, something that made Susan wonder if the girl shared her forbidden desires.

Finally setting down her almost empty glass, Nikki slid over closer to her mother and took her hand. She felt her nipples tense and knew it would be obvious through the sheer fabric of her top. Stroking her mother’s hand, she laid her head on the woman’s shoulder, her lips brushing the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent. Her body was on fire, and she wanted her mother desperately at that moment.

Feeling her daughter’s breath on her skin put Susan over the edge. There was a warm feeling between her legs, and her panties were now soaked. Almost reflexively Susan turned and kissed the top of Nikki’s head.

When Nikki turned her face up, their lips came together and they kissed lovingly. Slowly drawing apart, mother and daughter gazed at each other, their eyes widening at what they saw.

“Honey?” Susan whispered, her heart racing. Could it be? Sweet merciful God, could it really be?

“I love you, Mom,” Nikki replied, trembling as she read the desire in her mother’s face, written clear as day as they came together once more.

This time, their kiss was pure magic.

Feeling Mom’s lips brushing hers fanned Nikki’s hunger into raw lust. Almost without thinking, she allowed her tongue to emerge, slipping into her mother’s mouth. Susan responded immediately, and then they were kissing like lovers.

They were in each other’s arms, sharing passionate kisses and caresses. It didn’t feel wrong to either of them. This was just a natural extension of their love.

Gently breaking away, Nikki rose and stood before her mother. She slowly slipped off her shirt, then her hands slid down and pulled her skirt up over her hips to reveal her mound, covered by a pair of nearly see-through satin bikini panties.

Susan was in heaven. The most powerful fantasy of her last few years was now coming true as Nikki stripped in front of her. She felt a sense of love wash over her, as strong as the waves of lust that were coursing through her body. She reached up to wrap both arms around Nikki’s waist, then drew the girl down to straddle her lap. Susan began to nuzzle her daughter’s small round breasts, her lips surrounding a nipple before she took it into her mouth.

A soft purr escaped from Nikki’s throat as she wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck, Mom’s tongue swirling around her stiff nipple. Squirming with delight, she began to grind her pussy against Susan’s thigh.

Nikki reached down to pull her mother’s shirt up and over her head, then tossed it aside. She reached behind and unhooked Mom’s bra and slipped it off, exposing Susan’s luscious breasts. Nikki sat mesmerized at the sight, then her hands reached down and cupped them, gently fondling and squeezing the tender globes.

Wanting more, Nikki leaned forward and began to kiss her mother again. Their tongues met and gently sparred as the two women’s bodies pressed against each other, their passion and desire now at a fever pitch.

“Come on, Mom… let’s go to bed,” Nikki said, gently breaking their kiss. Rising to her feet, she extended a hand.

Mother and daughter held hands as they walked down the hall and up the stairs to Susan’s room. On the way, they removed what little clothing remained between them. Now naked, mother and daughter climbed onto the bed. Their bodies entwined as they began to kiss again.

Nikki parted her thighs as Susan slid between them, pressing their sexes together. Her shaved vulva rubbed against her mother’s coarse red bush, which was neatly trimmed into a triangle. “Oh, darling,” Susan moaned, “that feels wonderful.”

Bending down, Nikki began to suck her mother’s nipples. She’d never realized before how much her mother’s round breasts excited her, but now she wanted nothing more than their warmth and softness. Her tongue pressed against Susan’s nipple, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through the older woman’s body that went right down to her dripping pussy.

Neither of them had ever been with another woman before, and both were unsure of what to do next. The only things they really knew were what they’d seen in porn videos. They were eager to fuck, though, and that was enough.

More than anything, Nikki wanted to make her mother come and feel pleasure as intense as what she’d experienced that morning, playing with Mom’s laptop. However, Susan acted first, rolling her daughter onto her back and moving between the girl’s legs.

Susan leaned down and kissed Nikki before trailing a line of soft kisses down her body. She paused briefly to tease her nipples with a flick of the tongue, then continued down her tight tummy and to her shaved mound. Susan’s ass was thrusting up and out as she bent down, pushed Nikki’s legs apart and gave her daughter’s cunt a long, slow lick. She ran a finger between the soft pink lips of Nikki’s pussy, which seemed to throb with anticipation.

Nikki was squirming, playing with her nipples as she watched her mother between her legs. Suddenly, she felt a finger run between her pussy lips and slowly begin to push its way inside her. All her inhibitions now gone, Nikki let out a loud moan as she was penetrated. “Yes, Mommy… fuck me, please.”

Hearing her daughter beg to be fucked put Susan over the edge. She drove her finger deep into Nikki’s velvety pussy as she took her child’s clit between her lips and began to suck.

Nikki’s body was thrashing helplessly, her moans filling the room as she urged her mother on, using language that would normally have shocked Susan. “Fuck me, Mommy… Fuck my cunt… Oh, please, Mommy!” Nikki screamed as Susan’s tongue and fingers continued to work on her pussy.

Nikki nearly drove her fingers through the sheets as she began to come. Her pussy felt like it was melting down and she had a warm, wet feeling as her juices flowed, oozing down into the crack of her ass.

Slowing a bit as Nikki’s body shivered through her orgasm, Susan continued to gently lick and suck, then began to increase the intensity of her efforts once again.

This made Nikki moan in disbelief as her pussy began to throb with sexual heat all over again, driven to new heights by her mother’s hot mouth. Susan eased a second finger into Nikki’s dripping pussy and began thrusting them hard and deep. Taking hold of her thighs, Nikki pulled them back, opening her cunt up and letting her mother’s fingers go even deeper inside.

It felt like her first orgasm was just being extended into another. Nikki’s body began to shake again as another climax crashed over her. She felt an immense release when a gush of fluid erupted from her pussy, soaking the lower half of her mother’s face.

Holding Nikki tightly as she came again, Susan drank from her, savoring every drop of her daughter’s nectar before withdrawing her fingers. She sat up to look down at the beautiful young woman lying before her, still shaking from the massive pair of orgasms she’d just experienced. Susan’s hands slid slowly up the sides of her daughter’s body as she bent down to kiss her.

Nikki wrapped both arms around Susan and pulled her down as her tongue explored Mom’s mouth, tasting herself. Having regained some control of her body, Nikki desperately wanted to make her mother experience the pleasure she’d just enjoyed. She rolled Susan onto her back, with herself on top.

Smiling at her teenage daughter, Susan spread her legs wide apart, preparing for what she’d fantasized about for so long, never dreaming that it could become a reality. Now it was happening.

Nikki didn’t wait. She immediately moved down between her mother’s legs and ran her tongue over Susan’s swollen clit, causing the older woman to cry out loud. Nikki got down to it, licking and kissing her mother’s pussy.  She had never gone down on a woman before, and was a little uncertain about her technique, but Mom was responding, and seemed to enjoy it.

Sensing her daughter’s uncertainty, Susan let Nikki know how much she was enjoying the lovemaking by cradling the young woman’s head in her hands and whispering, “Yes, baby girl, yes… oh, Nikki, that feels so good.”

Reassured, Nikki’s passion and urgency increased, her fingers teasing the lips of Susan’s pussy while she sucked harder at the juicy flesh, teasing her clitoris with rapid swipes of the tongue. Mom continued to urge her on, so Nikki pushed two fingers into the dripping pussy and began to work them in and out.

Now Nikki was fucking her mother in a frenzy, thrusting her fingers hard and fast, still licking Mom’s clit with every stroke. Susan was starting to shake and jerk, her body losing control. Nikki sensed that her mother was on the verge of coming, so she took the woman’s clit between her lips and sucked it like a tiny nipple.

Susan cried out as the first waves of an orgasm hit her. “Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, fuck me, yes, yes,” she cried out. She felt Nikki’s tongue moving faster as she urged her daughter on, then letting out a squeal of pleasure that grew in volume and intensity as her body responded and her ecstasy grew to a peak.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” Susan screamed as waves of the most intense pleasure overcame her. She had her hands tangled in Nikki’s hair through the final wave. She relaxed and began to catch her breath and feel her heart begin to slow.

Taking a cue from her mother, Nikki slid her fingers out of Susan’s pussy and moved up to lie beside the older woman. She draped an arm over Mom’s chest and put her head on her shoulder. They kissed softly. Susan wrapped her arm around Nikki’s shoulder and held her close as they lay together in the afterglow of the most amazing sexual experience either of them had ever had.

Without looking up, Nikki whispered, “Mom, I love you more than anything.”

Susan’s heart swelled, and she felt tears well up in her eyes. She quietly responded, “I love you too, baby.”

Mother and daughter lay together, covered in sweat, smelling strongly of sex. They held each other until they began to feel cold, then slipped under the covers. They kissed lovingly. “Goodnight, my love,” Susan said.

“Goodnight, Mom,” Nikki responded.

They hugged each other close, shut their eyes and settled into the blankets.

Nikki thought back to the video that she’d watched earlier today, the one that had started these feelings, ‘MILF Mom Seduces Teen Daughter’. Not sure about the seduction part, but the MILF part sure was true. She smiled in the dark room as she lay naked with her mother and eased off to a satisfying slumber.

Susan lay awake for a while longer, with thoughts of what this meant and how it could impact their life. Finally, she accepted that it could not be undone and they would have to accept it, like they had accepted everything for the last nineteen years, together.

With that, she let herself go and was soon asleep.

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by Ebo

Dana was a little disappointed to see her stepmother in jeans and a blouse. Not that she didn’t look good, the pants molding to her body in all the right places. She’d just been hoping for the little black dress.

Penny saw her looking, smiled, “I had my little black dress on, but I didn’t think it would be good for either one of us.”

“You’re probably right,” she said, blushing when her step-mother laughed.

In the car, her stepmother asked, “Where do you want to eat?”

“Somewhere with burritos,” Dana said, strapping in.

“Mexican food it is,” she said, pulling out of the driveway. At the end of the block, she glanced at Dana, said, “Can I ask you a kind of personal question?”

“Um, sure,” Dana said, cringing. The question that followed that one was rarely good.

“The things you write about,” she said, pulling up to a stop sign, “have you… done any of them?”

“Oh,” Dana said, blushing.

“I don’t want details,” Penny said, laughing, “this is a mom question and not a perv question.”

“No,” Dana said, which was the truth. So far, she hadn’t done anything.

“I didn’t think so,” Penny said, driving through the intersection.

Dana looked at her for an explanation. Seeing the look, Penny said, “Some of the things you write aren’t quite right. Not too obvious, just stuff you wouldn’t have missed if you’d actually had sex. I used to think Dfox was a guy. Nothing wrong with guy writers, they just don’t always get the details right.”

“What’s wrong with my stories?” Dana asked, frowning.

“Nothing I can see from where I sit,” Penny said, glancing away from the road to smile at her.

“But you just said–” Dana started but Penny held up her hand.

“Love, your stories are wonderful, sexy. Knowing what I know now, they are even more so. Don’t change a thing about them.”

“Then why did you bring it up?” she asked, frowning.

“Just being a concerned parent,” she said, then laughed, “or something like that.”

“Concerned parent?”

“You are thirteen,” she said, glancing away from the road.

“I’m aware of that,” Dana said, laughing.

“You’re also writing erotica aimed at people who like girls your age,” she said, shaking her head. “You are swimming in some sharky waters, Dana. I just want you to be safe.”

Dana smiled, touched by her concern.

“It’s probably safe to email me, but you shouldn’t give anyone else your email.”

“I use a dummy email account for Leslita, and the information is completely false,” Dana said, then gave her stepmother a look. “Just ‘probably safe’?”

Penny winked at Dana and said, “I think I’ve proven my intentions aren’t completely innocent when I gave you my old laptop and sent you that email.”

“What email?”

“You didn’t check your email before we left?” Penny asked.

“No, why,” Dana asked, then grinned, “did you send me a naughty email?”

Penny just laughed.

“What does it say?” she asked.

“You’ll have to wait until we get home,” Penny said.

“That’s not cool,” Dana said, groaning. She didn’t think she could wait that long. The anticipation would surely kill her.

“A little anticipation can be fun,” Penny said.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Dana said, shaking her head, “you aren’t the one waiting. Can you at least give me a hint?”

“How did you come up with the little black dress theme from your last email?” Penny asked, instead of answering her.

Dana blushed, not sure she wanted to talk about it in person. It was easy to say those sexy things in writing, but face to face…

“I… I like that dress. It… it looks great on you,” Dana said, shyly.

“Oh,” Penny said, smiling at the compliment, “Thanks, Dana.”

“The rest of the email… It just sort of came to me.”

“I’m not going to lie to you, kid. It got me all hot and bothered,” her stepmother said, making her laugh, “then that line this morning, ‘why don’t you ask the boys at school’. You should be ashamed of yourself, teasing me like that. Couldn’t get that image out of my head all morning.”

She had to smile, pleased that she had turned her stepmother on.

“I was inspired,” Penny said, pulling into the parking lot of El Toro Loco, “to admit my own little fantasy.”

“Oh,” Dana said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine what Penny’s ‘little fantasy’ could be.

Inside, they ordered some food. After the server was gone, Penny turned to Dana and said, “I’ve got to ask. How did you end up writing stories for Lesbian Lolita?”

Rubbing the back of her neck, Dana said, “That’s a long story.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” Penny said, making it sound like she really wanted Dana too.

Giving her stepmother a weighing look, she had to ask, “Is this the concerned parent or fellow erotica writer asking?”

“Both,” Penny said, laughing, “for completely different reasons.”

“What reasons?”

“Well, I guess it is the same reason but with different intentions. The concerned parent in me wonders how a thirteen-year-old girl ends up on a site like Lesbian Lolita. The site isn’t just something you stumble upon. You have to go looking for it.”

“And you want to know why I went looking,” Dana said, smiling at her.

Penny met her eyes, gave her a look that was hard to read, part love and part sadness and some other emotions not readily identifiable, “I love you like my own daughter, Dana. You know that, right?”

A little embarrassed, Dana nodded.

“I wasn’t kidding about the waters being sharky, Dana. You are in some rough seas and it worries me to death.”

Feeling a burst of warmth for the woman, she gave her an affectionate smile, “I love you, too, Penny. You think hearing my story will put your mind at ease?”

“I hope so,” she said, meeting Dana’s eyes. The concern was clear in her face and again Dana’s heart swelled for her stepmother.

“Well… I guess I should start with I’ve always liked to write. I wrote my first story when I was eight about a magical unicorn and a princess.”

Penny smiled, “I remember that story. I think I read it to you about a dozen times at bedtime.”

“So, you see the writing isn’t something new,” she said, pausing as their food arrived, “I think that is important to remember.”

“Okay,” her step-mother said.

“I was riding my bike one day during summer vacation — I think I was ten, at the time. I rode past the Yoder’s place, about a block up…”

Penny recognized the name, Dana saw. The woman started grinning, “You mean Alison Yoder’s place?”

“Yes,” Dana said, blushing as she saw the knowing smile on her stepmother’s face, “I take it you’ve noticed her before, too.”

“It’s hard not to,” Penny said, laughing, “she does yoga on her front lawn in her bikini. Everyone on the block has ‘noticed her’.”

“The first time I saw her,” she said, her face hot, “I was enthralled by her. I must have rode my bike up and down the street a dozen times, just drifting by so I could watch her a little longer. When she finally went back inside, I came home, and only then did I notice how sore my legs were.”

Penny laughed around a bite of food, put her hand over her mouth, “Sorry. It’s not funny.”

“No, it kind of is,” Dana said, grinning sheepishly, “Only ten and I knew I was attracted to women. Not so much girls, but women.”

“Ah,” Penny said, nodding.

“So, you see where this is going?”

“I have a pretty good idea. You were traumatized by Alison’s incredible body,” her step-mother said with a playful grin.

“Pretty much,” Dana said, laughing. “Maybe I would’ve been a lesbian anyhow, but seeing her in Downward Facing Dog definitely nudged me in that direction. Especially when my morning bike rides always seemed to take me past her place when she was doing yoga.”

Penny snorted, “Only ten and already a horn dog.”

“Hey, I was in love,” Dana said, laughing around a mouthful of food. She blushed when Penny gave her a mother look for that “Sorry.”

“So, how did your infatuation with the very limber Ms. Yoder lead to Lesbian Lolita?”

“In one word,” she said, having swallowed, “Google.”

“Ah,” Penny said, nodding. Dana got the feeling she could stop her story there and her stepmother would still understand. Hell, maybe she did.

“I guess you could say Alison opened my eyes. I started noticing beautiful women all around me. Present company included.”

Penny gave her a grin, “Thanks.”

“Then there was the Wild Things incident,” Dana said, taking a big bite out of her chicken taco.

“Wild Things incident?”

“Dad rented the movie Wild Things…”

“Oh, yeah,” Penny said, nodding, “we made you go upstairs because it wasn’t appropriate for a young girl to watch.”

“Well, it was the worst thing you could have done.”

Penny frowned at her, then started laughing, “You googled ‘Wild Things’.”

“Yeah,” Dana said, grinning.

“Let me guess,” she said, still laughing, “You got an eyeful. Maybe liked it but were at least curious, clicked on another link, something related to the movie…”

“It was my introduction to porn,” Dana said, her voice low, “even with safe search on, Google used to be riddled with it.”

“Very true,” Penny said, laughing, “although it is kind of funny hearing a young girl say it.”

“Then I figured out how to turn the safe search off,” Dana said, blushing, “then things got really interesting.”

“Interesting, huh?”

“Anyway,” Dana said, taking a deep breath, “I won’t walk you through all the steps that lead to Lesbian Lolita. I’m sure you get the idea, anyway.”

Penny nodded, sitting back in her chair, “Thanks for telling me, Dana. I’ll sleep easier at night knowing.”

Frowning, she asked, “Why do you say that?”

“Your story was kind of sweet, innocent. I was worried it would be a lot darker,” she said in a way that let Dana know not to ask for more information.

Dana finished her tacos, wondered what kind of things Penny had imagined. She had read enough stories on Lesbian Lolita to know it wasn’t always a happy story. Again, she felt a burst of warmth for the woman, that she was concerned about her.

“The pervy writer in me has to ask,” she said, leaning forward so she could keep her voice low, “when you discovered porn, you were what eleven? Did you ever, you know?”

Blushing, Dana said, “You mean, did I ever have my hand in my Hello Kitty panties while I was looking at two women having sex?”

“See, there you go again. Teasing me, putting images in my head,” Penny said, grinning.

Dana winked at her, didn’t answer the question. She didn’t tell her about finding videos of girls playing with themselves, about trying it herself. It became one of her favorite pastimes.

Her dad still wasn’t home by the time they pulled into the driveway, so she ran upstairs to check her email. Her breathing was little funny as she waited for her computer to boot up but it had nothing to do with the sprint up the stairs. So excited, she couldn’t stop grinning.

Finally, she could access her email, opened the new message from her step-mother:

You don’t have a little black dress, but maybe I should buy you one. Something slinky and cute. Mmm, maybe I will.

There is this one thing you used to do that so innocently drove me crazy. As a young girl, you’d walk around in just your panties and a t-shirt, unaware what you were doing to me. Sometimes I wondered if you could feel me looking at you. Surely you must because I couldn’t look away.

I was sad when you outgrew that phase. You were about ten or so when you started being self-conscious of your body. I guess it is for the best. If you still walked around in just panties and a t-shirt now, I’m not sure how much self-control I’d have. Your pudgy little girl body has given way to a sleek young woman’s, something I’ve noticed with a mix of sadness and pride. I miss that little girl I fell in love with when I met your father but I’m more than curious to see what kind of woman you grow into.

I know I said it’s for the best, but I still wonder what it would be like, if you still walked around the house in just a clingy shirt and panties. When I close my eyes, I can almost see you, leaning one hip against the sink, eating an apple, your lovely legs bare.

Dana was grinning by the time she finished reading. She wondered if Penny was exaggerating how she used to look at her. She’d never noticed the woman paying her more than the appropriate attention. Then again, she hadn’t known then what she knew now.

Giggling, she wondered what Penny would think if she walked by without any pants on right now. Just cruise by in panties and a t-shirt. The idea got stuck in her head, going around and around until she found herself seriously considering it. It would be kind of exciting, crossing that line.

She got off her bed and went to the window, looked down at the driveway. Her father’s car still wasn’t there. It was just her and her step-mother here.

Biting her lower lip, she glanced at the door to her room. Did she dare?

Giggling, she wriggled out of her jeans. Her heart was racing as she moved to the door. She paused with her hand on the door, made sure she really wanted to do this. The nervous giggle that escaped her was answer enough and she opened the door.

She spotted her stepmother in the kitchen, doing the dishes. Before the woman saw her, she took a deep breath to muster her nerve, then walked through the archway. She had to bite her lip to keep an excited giggle in check as she went to the fridge and got a Coke.

Before she turned around, she felt eyes on her, heard her stepmother lose her grip on the plate she was washing. It splashed water onto the floor as it fell back into the sink. She had to keep her face in the fridge a moment longer, get herself under control. Finally, she had her face set, closed the door and turned around.

Penny was grinning at her, shaking her head, “You are playing with fire, young lady.”

“What on earth do you mean?” she said, leaning against the counter. She shivered as the woman looked her up and down, made no attempt to hide her interest.

“I take it you read my email,” Penny said, her voice a little funny.

“Maybe,” she said, grinning, “or maybe I just forgot my pants.”

“Well, you better remember them before your father gets home,” Penny said, the dishes forgotten in the sink.

“I guess you’re right,” she said, pushing away from the counter. She walked past Penny to the archway, shivering when she felt the woman’s eyes follow her.

“Dana,” her stepmother called as she crossed the threshold. Pausing she looked back over her shoulder at her, “it was even better than I imagined.”

Smiling playfully, Dana winked at her. She made sure to roll her hips as she walked away, felt her stepmother’s eyes on her backside until she disappeared from her line of sight. Only then did she let out the nervous giggle that she had been holding in.

“Oh God,” she laughed, running her hand through her hair, “that was so bad.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, she hurried to her room. She flopped on her bed, grinning up at the ceiling. The adrenaline pumping through her veins had her jittery, her hand shaking.

I can’t believe I just did that, she thought, laughing.

She and Penny had crossed a line when they decided to keep emailing even after they found out the truth. Or more accurately, Dana had crossed the line with that first email, then Penny had followed her with the second one. Now, Dana had done it, again, stepped even further over that line. She had been teasing, flirting with Penny. Not online or by email but in person. Not even just flirting, but playing into an admitted fantasy of the woman.

It had been spontaneous and impulsive, exciting, and she was pretty sure a bad idea, but she was glad she had done it.

“No regrets,” she said, out loud.

***

She was pretty sure her father was asleep by now. He had looked dead on his feet by the time he finally made it home. She felt reasonably safe about fishing her laptop from its hiding place and booting it up.

Opening her email, she saw a new email from her step-mother. Grinning, she opened it:

Shame on you. All I could think about was the tick of your backside in those cute, white panties all evening and night. Your poor father was trying to tell me about his day and I couldn’t concentrate. So here I am, laying in bed, thinking bad thoughts, again. So, I say again, shame on you.

Giggling, she hit Reply, then hesitated. What should she write? Finally she put her fingers to the keys and typed: Bad thoughts, huh? I had a few of my own. I can still feel your eyes on me. It made me feel sexy, the way you looked at me. It made me never want to wear pants, again.

Reading what she had written, she giggled excitedly. The thought of sending the email sent a shiver up her spine. She hit Enter before she could think better of it. Another shiver worked through her and she put her hand to her mouth.

Much further and she wouldn’t even be able to see the line they’d crossed.

A little window popped up in the corner of her screen and she saw her step-mother’s handle, P.anna1980 and this message:

P.anna1980: What are you doing still awake? Other than putting more bad thoughts in my head?

She saw a cursor flashing on the screen and pushed a key as an experiment. She grinned when the letter appeared on the screen. Her step-mother had opened the chat option in their email service. Deleting the random letter, she typed: I only used to be able to write at this time of night. Old habits die hard.

P.anna1980: Ah.

Dana typed: Is it safe to be doing this?

P.anna1980: I’m in the bathroom, leaning against the bathtub.

Laughing, she typed: Want some company?

P.anna1980: Um, sure.

Dana closed her computer, got out of bed. She was dressed for bed in a tank top and panties, didn’t bother putting anything else on. Barefoot, she padded to the bathroom, knocked lightly on the door. Her step-mother opened the door, let her in. She locked it behind them.

The woman was also dressed for bed, wearing an oversized t-shirt that fell to her knees. She had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, had her contacts out and her glasses on. Dana thought she looked cute like this, kind of nerdy chic.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” her stepmother said.

An awkward silence fell between them. Neither knew what to say next. They just kind of stood there, not looking at each other. Finally, Dana sat down on the floor, leaned against the tub. Penny looked at her for a second, then followed suit, sat beside her.

Penny finally said, “Is this what you were wearing to bed?”

Smiling, Dana said, “Yeah.”

“Didn’t change for me?”

“Didn’t have to, but I could have grabbed some shorts or something. Didn’t, though.”

“No, you didn’t,” Penny said, looking sideways at her.

“Getting any more bad thoughts?” Dana teased, smiling at her.

“A couple,” her stepmother said, laughing.

“Like what?”

Penny gave her a look, frowning, “You really want to know?”

Swallowing hard, she nodded.

Her stepmother rubbed the back of her neck, nervously. She glanced at Dana, then down at her lap. Finally, she said in a low voice, “I was thinking about pulling you onto my lap.”

Jittery with nervous energy, Dana crawled onto the woman’s lap, sat sideways across her legs, so her flank was pressed against Penny’s stomach. Her heart was racing. Penny looked at her sitting in her lap, her face hard to read.

A little anxious, she asked, “What are you thinking about now?”

“I’m thinking I shouldn’t tell you what I’m thinking,” Penny said, her breathing a little funny. It was shallow and fast and Dana sensed her excitement.

“It’s too late to overthink this now,” Dana said, smiling at her, “what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I’d like to kiss you,” Penny said.

Before she could lose her nerve, Dana leaned in and kissed her stepmother, shivering as their lips touched. She opened her mouth just a little, just enough so Penny’s tongue could caress hers, draw her into a deeper kiss than she had intended.

It was her first kiss, lingering and sweet, and it left her trembling all over. When their lips finally parted, she couldn’t contain the nervous giggle that escaped her.

Her stepmother looked as flustered as she felt, different emotions fighting for supremacy on her face. Finally, she just shook her head and smiled, “I really didn’t want to like that. I hoped I’d do it and it wouldn’t be anything special, and I could finally get the urge out of my head. But you are a nice kisser.”

“Really?”

“You don’t think you’re a good kisser?” Penny asked, raising her eyebrows.

“I don’t know,” she said, then added shyly, “this was my first time.”

“Oh,” Penny said, a surprised look on her face.

Blushing, Dana went on, “I mean, I’ve read about it, studied how to do it online, but this is the first time my research has paid off.”

Laughing, said,“Paid off, huh?”

Her cheeks still red, she said, “I was really okay?”

“It was a lovely kiss, Dana,” she said, then frowned, “all those kisses in your story and you’ve never had one of your own?”

“No,” Dana said.

“Then you must be a helluva researcher, because you got them right.”

“Thanks,” Dana said, then added, “but they used to be just words on a page. I was rewriting what I’d read about kissing. But now…”

“Now, you know what it is like…” Penny said, nodding.

Smiling shyly, Dana said, “And I want to do it again.”

Penny gave her a look, then sighed, “Yeah, so do I.”

Her stepmother didn’t pull away when Dana kissed her, again. The woman drew her deeper into the kiss, made her almost dizzy with excitement. The woman didn’t seem in any rush to break it, their tongues dancing.

Finally, Penny broke the kiss, said, “We need to stop.”

A little disappointed, Dana still knew she was right. She was becoming painfully aware how little clothing separated their bodies, the proximity. If they didn’t stop now, she wasn’t sure they ever would. She nodded, got off her step-mother’s lap.

Penny looked at her and she couldn’t help but start giggling. The woman started grinning, then laughing, too. She put an arm around Dana’s shoulder, pulled her into a hug. They stayed like that, Dana molded against her stepmother’s flank.

“So, that really happened,” Penny said, smiling at her.

“Yeah,” she said, her lips tingling from the kiss, “I can finally write an honest making out scene.”

Laughing, Penny said, “Well, I’m glad I could help with your research.”

“You know, you pointed out that my stories need a little work. There is a whole lot of other stuff you could help me… research.”

Penny gave her a surprised look, then grinned, “Wow. Be careful. I just might take you up on the offer.”

The grin made it hard to breath and Dana had to look away. Her face felt hot as she flushed in excitement.

Laughing, Penny gave her a squeeze, “Go to bed.”

“Like I could sleep now,” Dana said, laughing.

“Then go write me something sexy to read,” Penny said, then added, “oh, what about the story you were writing yesterday. Is it finished?”

Blushing, Dana stammered “N-no. Not quite.”

“Am I going to get to read it before it posts on Leslita?”

“I’m not sure I’m going to post it,” she said, looking away. Please don’t ask why, she thought.

Her stepmother looked at her a long moment, then shrugged.

Feeling brave, Dana said, “I might let you read it when it’s finished.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dana said, shyly.

***

…My heart was racing as I walked into the kitchen. Sensing me, my stepmother looked way from the dishes she was washing. I pretended not to notice her eyes widening as I went to the fridge for a drink. Her eyes were hot on me and I shivered deliciously. Straightening up, I closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, let her look at me.

It was a dangerous game I was playing, my father due home at any second, but that only made it more thrilling. My stepmother had admitted a fantasy to me, that she liked when I walked around the house in just panties and t-shirt. She drank in my bare legs, the cute white panties I wore. I couldn’t help shivering, again.

I left her then, felt her watching me as I exited the kitchen. It was just a little thing, just a tease but I was jittery with excitement as I climbed the stairs to my room. Glancing at the clock, I didn’t even open the drink, didn’t need caffeine on top of the adrenaline in my system. Instead, I slipped into a pair of gym shorts and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I was rinsing my mouth when I heard a light tapping on the door, then it opened before I could call out that someone was in here. My step-mother poked her head in, put her finger to her lips. Curious, I watched her step into the bathroom, then close and lock the door behind her. She came to me and I found myself in her arms. She laughed when I had to spit so I could kiss her.

“My husband is asleep in the next room, so we’ll have to be quiet.”

“You mean, Dad,” I said, laughing.

“My husband,” she insisted.

It dawned on me that we were playing the game, again. In fact, I remembered Dad wasn’t even home, yet. Smiling, I said, “Is this a good idea, then?”

“He is a sound sleeper,” she said, kissing me then, “and I missed you too much to stay away.”

I slipped from her arms, turned so I could rinse my toothbrush and put it up. She molded against me, her breasts mashed against my back. Her arms slipped around my waist and she smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled back.

“It’s shameless,” she said, letting her hands roam up my stomach to cup my breasts through my thin cotton t-shirt, “the way you tease me. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Her hands teased a moan from me and I pushed back against her, let her know I didn’t want her to stop. She didn’t, not until I could hardly take it anymore. When she took hold of my shirt, I lifted my arms so she could remove it. I shivered as the cool air caressed my bare breasts. My step-mother was looking at me in the mirror, her eyes shining with desire at the sight of me. I shivered again, but not from the cold.

She wasn’t satisfied with me topless, her fingers hooking in the waistband of my shorts. She raked them, along with my panties down my long legs and helped me step out of them. Naked, I wondered what the woman had in mind for me. My mind was racing with the possibilities and my heart was sprinting to keep up.

“You are such a beautiful girl,” she said, her hands roaming over me. The purr in her voice, the tingling her touch awoke in my skin made my knees weak with desire. I wanted her to say it, again. To tell me I was beautiful, again. And I never wanted her hands to stop their caresses.

I had my hands on the counter and my fingers tightened on the marble as her hand slipped down my belly and between my thighs. Her eyes met mine in the mirror as she touched me there, her fingers sending little waves of pleasure through me. It was intimate and sexy and I couldn’t catch my breath to let out the moan stuck in my throat. Those lazy circles she was making with her fingers had rendered me speechless. Then I found my voice suddenly and a shuddering moan ripped from my slack mouth.

“Shh,” my stepmother teased, knowing I couldn’t be quiet if I tried. What she was doing to me felt too good to keep quiet.

My grip on the vanity was in danger of cracking the marble. I was holding on for dear life. Those little waves of pleasure had swelled, fueled by the storm of pleasure building inside of me. They crashed through me harder and harder. I was biting my lip to keep quiet but it wasn’t doing any good.

My face was pinched in pleasure and I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see my reflection, how goofy I looked.

“Open your eyes,” my stepmother said, softly, “I want you to see what your little stunt downstairs made me do.”

I opened my eyes, even though it was hard to keep them open. They kept wanting to squeeze shut at the intense sensations alive in my young body. I still thought I looked funny, my eyes glazed and my mouth slack in pleasure, so I looked past my reflection at my stepmother’s. The woman was grinning playfully, her eyes bright with mischief.

That grin got to me, turned me on even more than I already was. The storm my stepmother’s able fingers had awakened in me gathered force and produced a monster of a wave, a tsunami. Then it battered me, shook me to pieces. Only my stepmother’s arms around me kept me on my feet as I came, my whole body trembling against her.

“I got you,” she said, holding me as I recovered.

Finally, I turned into her, kissed her deeply. When my hands found her breasts, she pulled back and grinned at me, said, “Not tonight, love. You’ll get your chance to repay me, but not tonight.”

Then she was gone and I was left to stand naked in the middle of the bathroom, trying to understand what had just happened.

Dana looked down at the laptop, tried to make her hands stop shaking. Just like the last time she had written something for this story, she was a mess. Something about it got to her even more than her other stories. Probably because the elements of her own life that she’d tied into the story and writing in first person made it more intimate, personal.

Saving the document, she opened her web browser, accessed one of her favorite sites. Her heart started beating a little faster at the thumbnail images for the pornographic videos. She didn’t see anything in the new videos that grabbed her attention, so she clicked her mouse in the Search bar. Her fingers on the keys, she hesitated, not sure what she wanted to see. Then she thought about her story, about the surprise visit by the step-mother. Grinning, she typed: lesbian bathroom.

She laughed at some of the ridiculous scenes her search produced, never ceased to be amazed by the variety of things people were into. There were videos ranging from girls peeing in the sink to one Japanese girl dry humping the countertop to more mundane sex in its many variations. One thumbnail caught her attention, featuring a youngish teen being fondled from behind by an older woman while she was brushing her teeth. It was close enough to her story that it piqued her interest.

Clicking on it, she set her computer to one side to free up her hands and lap. As the scene began, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and raked them down her long legs. She tossed them on the bed beside her, her eyes focused on the screen. She grinned when the video turned out to be a mother/daughter fantasy.

The teen girl was wearing sleep shorts and a tank top and was bent over the sink brushing her teeth. The mother, in her robe, was leaning against the door jam, admiring the girl’s backside. Finally, she enters the bathroom, presses against the girl, startling her. The daughter relaxes when she sees who it is, melts against the older woman.

Dana felt the first tingle of excitement as she watched the mother reach around to fondle her daughter’s breasts. Her hand slid between her thighs as heat blossomed there and she moaned as her fingers caressed her tender bud. Her eyes never left the screen as she played with herself.

On the screen, the mother began undressing the younger girl, first her tank top, then her shorts. The naughty girl wasn’t wearing underwear and was soon very naked. She turned to her mother, who undid the knot in her robe until it fell open.

Dana’s breath caught in her throat at the glimpse of her naked body and she bit her lip to stifle the excited giggle that escaped her. The woman was probably thirty-five, slim and shapely. Dana’s heart was racing as the woman shrugged out of the robe completely, let it fall to the floor at her feet. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman’s long legs, the flare of her hips and her flat belly, the pale swells of her full breasts and the dark thatch of pubic hair above her sex. She looked so tempting, so sexy that Dana hardly noticed the daughter anymore.

Her fingers were a blur, her hips gyrating against her hand in perfect counter-rhythm. The two women on the screen were kissing and touching, their bodies molded together. Dana watched the older woman’s hands roam over the girl’s back and buttocks, up into her long hair. It was very sexy, intimate and Dana was a little jealous of the teenager.

She wondered how it would feel to have someone touch her like that. A naughty little shiver worked through her as she thought about her step-mother’s hands on her back and buttocks. She blushed when one of those hands slipped between the teen’s thighs and she wondered about that, too.

The teen leaned against the sink, spread her legs wide for her step-mother. The woman grinned and sank to her knees in front of her. Even with the sound off, Dana could almost hear the girl’s moans as the woman’s mouth found her bald sex, her able tongue torturing the teen’s clit. The enjoyment was all over her face.

It was too much for Dana and she felt herself beginning to come. She gasped as her body clenched up, then shook itself loose. Trembling all over, she slipped her hand from between her thighs, paused the video. She drifted on the tide of endorphins flooding her bloodstream, smiling at the frozen image on her screen.

Even through her post-orgasmic haze, she noticed something strange. Under the video, was a flashing red rectangle that said Download. She’d been coming to this site for a while now and had never noticed the option before. Frowning, she clicked on it and sure enough, the download menu opened. It showed the folder last saved in and she started grinning at the sight of all the videos saved there. Scrolling through them, she was surprised to see they were mostly lesbian videos, with the occasional straight video thrown in for good measure. More than that, she noticed a theme to her stepmother’s downloads, that of older women and younger girls.

She noticed an unnamed folder, clicked on it. It appeared to be empty, then she remembered it only showed like file types in the save menu. Exiting the folder, she wondered what files it contained.

Maybe it’s her stories, she thought, grinning.

She saved the video she had been watching and,, while it downloaded, she went in search of the video folder. Finding it, she located the unnamed folder, took a deep breath, and clicked on it. She gasped, then started giggling at all the image files it contained. As she scrolled through the thumbnails, she realized they were all girls about her age, say ten to fourteen. Mostly just photos of girls in bikinis or their underwear, the occasional costume, but a few of them were a bit more than that. She saw a few topless girls, even a few nude.

She was blushing as she closed out the folder. She didn’t know what to think about her stepmother’s collection. She knew she shouldn’t be all that surprised by it, knew the woman liked young girls. After reading all of her stories, it would be hard to deny that. Looking at the folder icon, she pictured Penny looking at those images, her eyes bright with excitement at all those young bodies on display.

Curiously, it didn’t bother her, not at all. If anything, it filled her with this funny sense of hope.

Continue to: Chapter Four!

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