By Jen L. Lee
{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in September 2011 }
In my family, there are a few odd traditions. The first one, is in every generation, the first born female is given a name similar to that of her mother. Thus, my grandmother’s name was Caroline. My mother’s name is Carol. My name is Karen and my daughter is Kara. The second tradition is that all of us share the same middle name, which is Lee. The third tradition is that all of the women were mothers at a young age. Gran (Caroline) had Mom (Carol) at 17 and Mom had me (Karen) at 16 and I had my daughter (Kara) at 15 as well. All of the Tanner women are very self-sufficient.
There are some newer traditions in our family. After my mother divorced my father (he hasn’t been sober in 2 decades and she’d had enough) she started dating other women and came out as a lesbian several years ago. Gran wasn’t too happy with Mom’s choice, but when she saw how happy her daughter was, she accepted it. My grandmother is a loving woman; she takes good care of everyone in the family, including my grandfather and her two younger daughters, my aunts.
A tradition that started only 5 years ago has continued into another generation. It is something that happened completely at random and nobody saw coming. Not me and certainly not my mother.
My pregnancy was a result of my own stupidity and I am not blaming anyone but myself. I wasn’t careful and I paid the price. I was lucky that Mom and Gran were in a position to help. When I delivered my baby girl, they were there to love and support me. I moved back in with Mom and I adjusted to her new lifestyle.
When I was 20, I realized that I had horrible dating habits. Kara’s father was an idiot and I dated the typical “bad boys” and jocks. I wanted sexy and smart and never found that in any of the men that I dated. I didn’t want to set a bad example for Kara, so I vowed to change my ways. Oddly enough, it led me to a voyage of discovery that was similar to my mother’s. I realized that I was gay.
Mom and I kidded each other about our choices in bedmates. We were very open about our sexuality and my mother told me I could bring a lover home and she would be free to do likewise. As we split the bills, it was my home as well. It seemed fair.
I loved beautiful women, although I was drawn to women of experience, like my mother. Carol loves younger women in their late teens to no older than their mid-20’s. She likes being both instructor and boss.
It’s a sad truism of life that women can be just as rotten as men. About 5 years back, Mom and I both suffered a relationship trauma. I was dating an older woman that I adored, her name was Jessica. In bed, she was everything I wanted. Passionate, aggressive, a bit dominant and very creative. She was also blonde, long-legged and dressed like a lingerie model. The 40-year old beauty had stolen my heart and I seriously thought she was going to ask me to move in with her.
Sometimes, even women do the “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” bullshit. Jessica had been looking and had found a younger model, a black girl named Tammy. I was unceremoniously dumped; thank God I was still living with my mother and had not moved in with Jessica. I was devastated and looked to my mother for lots of hugs and consolation.
I got it, but not quite the way I had expected.
Mom had been seeing this young, just out of high school beauty named Seana. She even turned me on; she was this half-Irish, half-French beauty with brunette hair down to her waist. Lithe and agile, I often imagined what she must be like in bed. I’d heard her and Mom several times and imagined them all twisted off. I got off to it several times, even though I knew it was wrong to be fantasizing about my own mother’s sex life.
After graduation, Seana was offered a full scholarship to study at Oxford. Mom had really fallen for Seana and offered to wait for her or live in England while Seana studied, but Seana broke her heart. She told Mom that she thought they should end it now while no one was in too deep. Seana had thought they were just having a fling, she didn’t realize that when my mother falls, she falls all the way.
In a horrific coincidence, our breakups happened on the very same day. I came home crying to find my mother crying. After Carol and I managed to sputter out our mutual unhappiness, we broke out a bottle of wine and proceeded to get roaring drunk. Neither of us drank much because of Daddy, but that night, we needed to just let go. I will always be thankful that we did.
At some point that evening, my mother and I were talking, already a bit tipsy. She looked at me, her green eyes still so youthful and alive and told me “If you weren’t my daughter, I’d be very attracted to you. I’ve always liked your long legs (I’m almost 5’11” in bare feet) and you know Mommy loves redheads.”
My mother is a beautiful, curvy blonde and I realized as I looked at her that Jessica was the very same type. “I love curvy blondes, Mom. I’m just starting to think now is that why I dated Jessica — because she reminded me of you.”
I’m not really sure who made the first move, but we seemed to drift together and our hands gently touched each other’s faces. My lips were pressed against my mother’s and then we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
My ten-year old daughter was away at a sleepover, so there was nothing to stop us from going further, if that was what we were going to do. It was.
We took the wine with us and went into Mom’s lavish bedroom. She adjusted the lights with a dimmer switch and then told me to strip and get under the covers while she went into her bathroom. I thought maybe she could hear my heart pounding through the closed door as I slipped out of my dress and blouse and under the cool top sheets.
My 42-year old mother emerged from the bathroom, blonde hair loose and flowing and from that moment on, all thoughts of Jessica vanished in a puff of smoke. She walked, sway-hipped, towards the bed and pulled the covers away. I had on a tiny black thong I had bought for Jessica earlier that month. She had never seen it and I was glad. I wanted my mother to remove it and she knew it instinctively. She tugged it off and kissed my thighs playfully. She gasped when she saw my shaved pubis.
“Didn’t Seana shave?” I asked her. Most young girls do these days.
Mom shook her head. “She trimmed, but your kitty – it’s so lovely,” She stroked it gently with the tips of her fingers.
“Eat it Mom, show me you want it,” I begged.
“Oh yes, darling, of course Mommy wants it,” Carol said to me and lowered her face to my cunt. At that moment, she was still my mother, but now my lover. Her tongue lapped furiously and I’d never felt anything so tremendous in my life. I felt as if I’d been sitting in an electric chair and all the hairs on my arms were standing on end. Mom didn’t stop until she made her little girl come three times.
“My turn, you incredible mommy,” I smiled. I decided I was going to match her and proceeded to show Carol that her little girl was no slouch when it came to making love to a woman. I licked her from head to toe, loving her 34D tits and nibbling her nipples. When I got to her cunt, I used fingers and stimulated the clit and after I’d made her come once, I flipped her over and rimmed her ass. She’d never had anyone do that before and my mother loved it. She howled and the foulest obscenities flew from her mouth, many that I would have been punished for using years earlier.
We spent the entire night fucking. My Mom even gave me her strap-on and begged me to fuck her ass. I did as she asked, but I liked having my mother be the boss and I told her so. It just seemed more natural. We didn’t stop having sex that entire weekend, even after we were sober again.
Carol and I talked after our heads stopped pounding and decided that we would move forward – with caution.
For the next year, we made love every chance we got while maintaining our own bedrooms. We dated a bit to see if perhaps we could develop feelings for others, but although we both had some fun sex, the chemistry was never as intense. After one intense make-out session while Kara was in school, Mom told me she thought we needed to take the next necessary steps.
“I think you should move into my bedroom, sweetheart,” Carol told me as she held me in her arms. “We can use your room as an office for my store…” Mom had started a business selling erotica to lesbian clientele, “… and we will be together every night.”
She anticipated my next question. “Yes, we need to tell Kara and we’ll explain to her that our situation is unusual. She’s 11 now and she will likely be able to figure it out, if she hasn’t already.”
We took Kara out for a lovely Italian meal that evening (her favorite) and when we came home, we tried to explain our situation as best we could. We were making a mess of it. Kara knew her Mom and Gran were both lesbians, of course, but Mom couldn’t convey herself.
“We’re going to be sharing the same bedroom!” I finally blurted out in total exasperation.
My blonde angel laughed. “Oh, is that all? Finally!”
We looked at her with amazement. “You knew?” I asked my daughter.
“Well, duhh Mom!” Kara giggled. “I’ve seen the way you two look at each other and I know you both like girls, so I did the math. I’m surprised it took you this long.”
Carol asked her granddaughter “And the incest aspect doesn’t bother you?”
Kara snorted. “Why should it? What you do is your business and I know how to keep a secret. You’re both hot chicks – if you want each other, I say go for it!” Kara said, giving us both a thumb’s up as we hugged her.
That night I moved some of my things into Carol’s bedroom and I finally felt at peace. We had an amazing night of sex and I’m afraid we weren’t quiet. Luckily, I was sure Kara was sleeping and if not, she knew our secret.
Mom’s business took off so much that I was able to cut my outside hours at my other job and assist her with the business. Our “lunch breaks” got rather steamy, but business was flourishing and both of us were happy. If Kara caught us kissing, she’d blow us a kiss as well, as if she were joining in.
Three months ago, just after Kara’s 15th birthday, she knocked on our door. Mom and I were naked and as of late, we had felt free to be that way in front of our baby, so we didn’t pull the sheets up. She was a bit fidgety, so we asked her what was bothering her.
“I have something I want to ask you,” she said. “Be right back!” She ran off, confusing both of us.
A few minutes later, she came back into our room and stunned us both. She was wearing a sexy black teddy and cute bedroom slippers, she looked like a lingerie model. Her blonde hair was gleaming and I hadn’t really noticed how long it had been getting. She looked down and then puffed out her 32C chest at us both. “Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked.
Mom and I looked at each other as if we were trying to figure out how to answer her. Finally, I spoke up.
“Yes Kara, you’re a beautiful young woman and in that, you’re very sexy,” I confessed. “Why do you want to know?”
“Because – well – if I’m so sexy, how come you and Gran haven’t asked me to go to bed with you?” Kara demanded to know.
Mom and I looked at each other and we tried to formulate an answer. We tried to say that our relationship had just happened and it was a special fluke, we fumbled around and realized that our rationale was all hokum. Both of us found Kara sexy and we knew that we could easily accommodate her into our relationship if that’s what she wanted.
We told her that and she squealed with happiness and jumped into the bed with us. She kissed me first and then her Gran and alternated until she had us both horny, the little minx! Mom undressed Kara slowly while I explored her chubby little pussy and her cute rosebud with my tongue. Mom got her tits first and the pleasure of having Kara straddle her face and letting Carol eat her out. I myself was eating my mother’s pussy at this juncture and if it seemed sweeter this time, I think that’s because of the intense desires everyone in the room was feeling that night.
We both let Kara pleasure us and she took instruction very well. Kara has not slept in her own bed since, she’s now nestled in between us every night. While Mom is “the boss” of the household, we are all equals in most ways and anyone of us is free to initiate sex. We’ve impressed upon our little girl the need for discretion and if she chooses a partner of her own in a few years, make sure that she’s someone who can handle our type of lifestyle. None of us would give it up for anyone.
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